In the beginning, there is nothing. There is nothing at all. There are no stars, no moon, no mountains or ocean or sky. There isn’t even nothingness, not even the absence of absence. There is only pure reality—infinite, boundless, and silent. There is only pure unobstructed Awareness.
Resting in the eternal stillness, Spirit is complete, fulfilled, lacking nothing at all, for there is nothing to lack. Resting as the eternal stillness, Spirit is infinitely All-One, infinitely alone.
A tiny point of light, impossibly bright, pierces through the Void. It is barely a pinprick, a pixel of light that somehow contains all space, all time, and all possibility. Here, in the heart of the Void, Spirit exhales. A universe is being born. Read the rest of this entry
