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Transcendence... 8/11/2010 2:30:28 AM
I lie in the top bunker bed that I have selected and dream dreams of places that few would ever visit. Living this and imagining it are two different things. I am breathless in this enclosed cabin listening to pounding waves, separated from this ferocity by layers of steel and thick wood. It took me a while to find this place. I lie in the top bunker bed that I have selected and dream dreams of places that few would ever visit. Living this and imagining it are two different things. I am breathless in this enclosed cabin listening to pounding waves, separated from this ferocity by layers of steel and thick wood. It took me a while to find this place. There is the glee of victory in my heart and a peace beyond comprehension. Captured in these surroundings I discover islands that no man dares traverse and name them with whatever comes to mind. It would soon be my time and place to be who I want to be. Then would come the tough times as my captain shouts for me to fight the winds and conquer the tempestuous storms that threaten to rip me apart. In these times I would be courageous as I make history by overcoming all the impossibilities that I can face. It is then that I would hear the loud sound of our ships horn blowing into the distance, a toccata screaming our arrival to new shores. It is then that I would realize the true nature of being chosen to be along the elect few to set a new course in time.
This is the Ark of Triumph. It is the place we come to at the end. It is the place we are at in the beginning. It is still, timeless and has no shape or nature. We are carried along it by the cadence of the waves that rock in the sea currents. There is a time and place for this spiritual experience. This is the emptiness that descends upon us a day or so into victory. We are happy and yet sad. We are a part of the past and yet in the future. We express many things but feel little. We know the seasons are changing and we’ll change with them but can’t explain why. This is crossing the parted red sea. This moment in the spiritual world is the time spent living aboard Noah’s Ark. It is a period of transcendence, when all we can do is wait for what comes next…
