“…the world is reborn when the December solstice sun aligns with the dark rift in the galactic center.”
  ~ John Major Jenkins
 
 
The morning light streamed in from the corner window and stretched across the wooden floor to the bed. As he awoke from the disoriented place between the very oddly arranged world of dreams, and the first conscious contemplations of another day, Jonathan was aware again of a deep ache, a desperate yearning that was relentlessly haunting him.

Another relationship ended and he was alone again. She left her tears behind on the pillow and he felt them all night, but her leaving wasn’t the reason behind the mysterious pain. It had been there for a long time and the difficulties in his life had merely served to magnify it, eventually giving birth to his awareness of the pain and an increasing urgency to his search to figure out what it was. His outer life had become a strange place to him while another life within took over and consumed most of his thoughts. Although he loved people and didn’t mean to be, or want to be, he was somehow disconnected from them, which made him seem indifferent at times. He had left the everyday drama of life, and, stepping outside of it, had become an observer of man’s existence, gathering information to find its meaning. There was more to life than just living and he was on an urgent quest to wherever it took him.

What was happening to him, although it often involved what sometimes appeared to be the loss of all prudence and a great deal of unnecessary suffering, making him look foolish, if not crazy, was in fact the very opposite of this. His losses and suffering were the means by which Something was detaching him from his life and moving him into another place. Not that he could explain yet exactly what that place was or how he was getting there.

For a long time he had been alone on his journey through the darkness but things had changed in the recent years. It had become a normal occurrence everywhere in the world for some person’s life to be completely disrupted because of the invasion of the darkness in their soul, sending them on the spiritual journey to understand what was happening to them.

Jonathan had known this experience to be a normal part of being human and he had been in the spiritual school long enough to know with certainty that something extraordinary was happening at this particular point in human history that was going to change how everyone lived.

Because of the huge effect on businesses, the mysterious energy that was flowing over the Earth was on the news all the time. He thought all the publicity and not feeling so alone would help make him feel better. It helped some but the deep pain remained the same. Somehow he sensed it was necessary to push him. There were times of feeling stuck, waiting anxiously for more lessons, so he could move on which would distract him from the pain temporarily.

He had always found companionship in books, sometimes one at a time, and sometimes he’d have two books and go back and forth between them. They came into his life, each one leading to the next in the order he needed, to match where he was, and where he needed to go next. He had an awareness of his mind moving up through bigger, clearer levels of viewing reality each rewriting the previous thoughts concerning what was going on. Each shift he made to a new level of knowing and seeing a bigger picture was exciting beyond any words and feelings he’d ever known. He reasoned that the emotions attached to this inner journey, which were very different, belonged to a part of his being that had been asleep, and although the experience was very mysterious and disconcerting at times, he knew that he was becoming what he was being shown, becoming a better human being with an important job to do for the world.

The process involved living in two realities, caught in the drama one moment, and as an observer of it the next, until he could integrate them in his mind into one understanding of what the life of mankind is all about and the role he was to play in the story.

It was clear the assignment was being performed in the depths of his soul. The pain was considerably worse this morning, and when circumstances were created around him to make the pain reach a level to where he felt he couldn’t handle it, he knew it was time for another illusion shift, a metamorphic-like process out of how he thought things were, and the reality those thoughts were creating, into a new way of seeing life, a clearer truth with new ‘natural’ laws of a higher level of existence. This was one of those moments and he knew his life was about to change again as another mystical death would be followed by a Divine appointment with something of significance entering his life to rescue and revive him from the pot holes he fell into on the journey.

He’d seen a sign the day before in the front window of the bookstore around the corner from his house. He hurriedly put on his clothes remembering that his favorite author would be doing a lecture and book signing at ten o’clock that morning.

“Sam, where are you? I need to leave!”

A moment later a black cat slithered though a crack left in the window and jumped up on the bed where Jonathan was leaning over and tying his shoes. Jonathan sat up while Sam rubbed his head along Jonathan’s back and down his leg. Then curling up on Jonathan’s lap, he started purring and dozing off as Jonathan pet him.

“I had one of those dreams last night, Sam. One of the ones that’s not crazy nonsense. It was the teacher I’m looking for. A woman, I think. I hope I find her soon.”

Jonathan stood up and carried Sam to the couch and setting him down, he headed towards the door.

“I’m going to the bookstore for a lecture and wanted to make sure you didn’t need breakfast.”

Jonathan opened the door and turned around and looked at Sam. “Be a good boy and don’t get any ideas about redecorating the apartment while I’m gone.”