I opened the door and the Level 2 creature slipped under the carpet and immediately began permeating the space. I challenged them by offering to read the book, but only if they would leave. They complied and I sat down on my couch, book in hand, remembering when I had met the three before. I met the shy one first. Just for a few seconds, if that. Spontaneous manifestation that required creating an infinity to exist. Sort of like quantum foam in a vacuum. It was startlingly unsettling. No one else in my local environment had seen anything and those there felt surely it was my own insanity manifesting. One thing I had learned by then was the difference between my created reality and the manifest reality of everything (everyone) else. This was not of my creation.
I met the Level 2 & 3 creature(s) next. Globules of shining effervescent light that slowly followed my movement for more than 30 minutes. About 20 or so globules. Each moving independently but remaining in a group. I felt peace and comfort from them unlike the unsettledness from the shy creature. By then I was taking the elevator to Level 7 each day. Viewing existence from there is spectacular. Unlike the dos and don’ts of Level 4, Level 7 requires a set of rules and structures to even visit. There are always some available at the elevator door when you arrive. However, be aware that the ones there are most like not exactly you and if being you is important then come prepared. Otherwise you will be manifesting in some others’ reality/dream.
So I opened the book and fell into it. An effect difficult to describe. Kind of like what happens when you get into a great book. You loose track of yourself and become part of the story. The difference being that a book is a book. The book they gave me was alive and living. There was no text or language. Rather the pages were filled with metaphor, allegory and empirical experiences and experiments. It was the story of me told in a way no other could know. It was the most profound event in my conscious experience.
This was my first encounter with the Level 1 creature. It seemed very tall and regal. It was silent and did not interact with me in any way visible. Yet, when I spoke it was to that creature that I turned my face. How odd, I thought, the other two were better known by me, even familiar. As I closed the great book, I noticed something leaking out of the pages. I wanted to turn the book over and read the other side, but for reasons unknown, I set it aside until now.
All the creatures in Levels 4 through 7 share much in common. Birth/Death, hot/cold, up/down to name a few. However, each level requires an increased degree of sophistication, rules, definitions, and structures to manifest. Rising to a Level without the appropriate tools, provisions, and such, most frequently causes a loss of consciousness and a reset. This can result in a prolonged and arduous remake while setting about to acquire or capture the tools and provisions. Level 7 was easy for me, something I never gave much thought. Now I understand.
Set in motion before the birth of stars, they began. In their swirling trails, matter assembled, coalescing into forms driven by advantage and opportunity. All shielded from the churning chaos by designs and structures built before the dawn of time, before the flicker light began.
Chaos consumes everything or is it Chaos permeates everything. We the bodies and forms in the physical reality are machines designed to resist the effects of chaos or we are bits of light squeezed through the cracks in space time, coalescing into the forms we perceive.