THE THIRD DIMENSION
Nike walking shoes carry the urban trekker from prairie grass
Into the edges of the emerging woodlot.
The paranormal combination of hardwoods, evergreens and palms
again amazes and confuses him.. as does much of mystical nature.
In this recent pre dusk walk the diamond shaped sun spots dance off the
leaves of tiny red maple trees. The tree lot light is a psychedelic combination
of yellow and peach. This eerie third dimensional presence remains.
He cautiously, warily keeps his eyes peeled skyward and tip toes ahead.
Stomach churning in anticipation, beads of newly created sweat on his brow,
he slowly steps forward, one cautious step at a time.
Local thrushes in residence chirp knowingly with each other.
Is this woodlot a world unto its self? A result of the original creation?
The light briefly appears from the north. Not east or west? The north?
Has the earth deviated from its axis? Wrens swirl about disoriented, confused.
Some flying into the trunks of trees and then dropping to the forest floor.
Yet our traveler is at peace. A calmness mystically envelopes his inner self.
Beads of sweat on his brow dry and disappear. Worries quietly
exit from his psyche.
What is this power that effects birds and animals but not our human friend?
Are we indeed one with nature? What if that is no longer true?
Mind stretching – this questions a basic tenant of life on earth.
What if there are multiple creators? What if our ecosystems are both interdependent and independent? What if humans are not the superior beings on earth? Who else roams this planet?
The questions give him pause. Peering into the mirror of creation is good for the soul. Or so he hopes.
The light follows then leads our intrepid hiker. Where will it take him?
Is there another strange ecosystem broaching the swamp we are approaching?
Is this a voluntary walk? An act of free will?
Furtively searching for a known frame of reference he wonders if the northern light is real. Perhaps it is a creation the harried and disillusioned mind.
A dream facing us when we are awake? A dream to be deciphered.
The temptation to explain away the phenomena as imaginary,
Illusionary, or the product of derangement overcome our determination to block out all thought and conjecture. When we quantitatively evaluate forces of creation which are outside our established tradition, beliefs and cultures we are forced to examine ourselves in a new
light. Is this illusionary?
Thoughts, ideas, concepts cling to our psyche forever. They
are part of our eternal being. Be courageous, take the risk, permit
the light in the forest to lead you to the heretofore unknown world
of the third dimension.
God is the great I Am. Be not afraid.
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