With our creativity lighting the way we stop upon
THE FIFTH STEP TO SOUL
She wanted to step onto the fifth step, but something stopped her. It seemed innocent enough. But somehow, she couldn’t move towards it. There was always something else she had to do, or think. She couldn’t forget the fifth pillar, but she also could not confront it. She felt in her core that there was something inside the crystal she wanted so deeply that she was afraid to admit that she might actually get it.
Well, she had run out of excuses and reasons. Now it was time to look inside. Slowly and tentatively she walked to the edge of the pillar. She noticed that the closer she got, the taller the pillar became. By the time she was close enough to look into the crystal atop it, she had to stand on her tiptoes in order to see.
As she peered into the crystal, she could see nothing. However, she began to hear a soft melody. The tone was as clear as a flute and as free as a bird. The melody struck a resonat cord deep within her of something long forgotten yet still familiar. Pictures and memories flashed across her mind as the melody floated in and out of her perception.
The tone altered her consciousness and the melody drew her in. At first she resisted, but gradually, she relaxed and allowed the melody to lift her up above her constraints and limitations and to carry her like a feather in the wind.
She discovered that if she surrendered to the melody, she could soar high like a bird. She even found her wings hidden deep within her heart. She spread them wide and flapped them freely as she floated on the current of sound.
She saw a ball of radiant light rising just above the horizon. The warmth of it enticed her. The power of it frightened her, but she was riding the current and could not deviate from her course. She was on a journey beyond her control that was directed from some unknown place deep within her Soul.
As the light came closer, the tone became louder. The very atmosphere pulsed with light and vibrated with sound. It was becoming increasingly difficult to fly through the turbulence, but she found it impossible to alter her route in any way. Furthermore, she was losing all sense of boundaries. Everything, including her, became a blur. However, the tone remained clear and the source of light a strong magnet that pulled her deeper and deeper into its center.
There was something there that was hers, or WAS HER. She could feel it approaching. The tone grew almost unbearably loud until she could no longer hear it. Instead, she became it. She experienced herself without form. She was a flash of light and a burst of sound. She became the colors of the light as she moved within the melody of the tone.
Now, she knew the gift within the ball of light. It was potential. Pure and infinite potential. It was the potential to create and to be created, potential to BE the light and to BE the sound.
She stopped and all was still. She was in the eye of the hurricane. The light was there, but only as a potential. The sound was there, but only as a potential. The stillness was infinite. All about her was nothing, yet potentially everything. She was nothing and potentially everything. The calm was complete, the stillness absolute. Time and space ceased to exist. Memory and cognition were gone. Emotions were impossible. This was calmer than the void. Softer than the light. Quieter than the sound. She became the stillness and she became the potential.
Gradually, the stillness became a whisper and the light flickered. The awaking melody caught her wings and she began to fly again. She was returning now.
She did not know to where or to what, but the potentials were infinite!