I’ve been having some flashes, some fractions of visions. One happened to me while in my fifth reading of the entire Bible, while perusing the Epistle to the Hebrews. It was as if Heaven opened up, just a bit, and I saw something of my place in eternity. It happened through an old route, per se, where I would hear some music or read some text that seemed to tear at the fabric of the maya, the illusion, and the true world would reveal itself. Usually, at least in the past, that involved some sort of terror, when some doom or damnation was revealed at these points. Which made it really interesting that this one, and other briefer flashes of late, have been in the other direction. Maybe I’m doing something right, for a change. Or maybe I shouldn’t take too much stock in these, whether they be for the bad, as in the past, or the good, which are happening now. But at least one thing is true: it’s not boring being me.
