I wake up in the middle of the night, and in my mind’s eye, I see a different layer of reality.
It is the third or fourth time I’ve had this happen now.
What I see is a field of intricate patterns that continuously shift, and they are more detailed than anything I can draw.
From this field, images emerge. Each one seems to be born directly from whatever feeling I carry in that moment.
The images rise, dissolve, and give way to new ones. Three, four, sometimes five pass through before the connection begins to thin.
During these moments, I experience pure connectedness. I sense that I am experiencing reality before it gets shaped into thoughts, words, and separate things.
I’ve noticed that the less I react, the more I simply witness without grasping, the longer the patterns stay. But even then, they are delicate and can only be held lightly in my awareness.
I don’t know why these glimpses come, or what they ultimately mean. I only know that when I’m inside them, I feel awake and at home.
