Re: Pools of Light and Dark

I am a normal human being. Anchored. Sensible. Eat organic. Hold a responsible job and pay the bills. Don't do drugs, never have. Twenty five years ago, I went into my bedroom to go to bed, climbed on the bed, and there were three "things" in the air, about three feet off the bed--blobs of being which were pure negation, pure "lack",
pure nothing; so much nothingness that to perceive them was horrific. These were not human, but had being, so they could not have been souless. These were not an illusion, nor were they tangible to the five senses. But they were real, almost
anti-matter blobs of pure destruction. My own mental state may have invited them in; I was immersed in a selfish grief over the death of a young person I loved, very ego-centric as though all creation should halt because I had lost him. They would have destroyed me, sucked all of me into their nothingness. Something Else nearby enveloped me, preserved me, and they were gone. Maybe this lasted three minutes, much longer than that no human could sustain. I guard my mind carefully these days. Sing much. Try to smile, laugh, delight. When scientists speak of black holes in space, I shudder. If three tiny blobs could be so powerfully negative--think of a space hole. Or were these part of a huge anti-Matrix out there?

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