SHIVA CHINTANA
He often drifted into a whirlpool of questions. What was His role in this world? How far had He played out that role? Where had He come from? Where was He going?
He had serial memories of the past, lucid visualizations of a future, strangely woven together into a spiritual Déjà vu.
The whirlpool of imagination was actually like a trance that revealed to Him the matrix of the entire universe.
It was as if time and space danced around Him in astral dimensions, to rouse His own ancient rhythm. A dance that led Him to an understanding of how the entire universe, all things, anything at all that existed, came into being.
He had serial memories of the past, lucid visualizations of a future, strangely woven together into a spiritual Déjà vu.
The whirlpool of imagination was actually like a trance that revealed to Him the matrix of the entire universe.
It was as if time and space danced around Him in astral dimensions, to rouse His own ancient rhythm. A dance that led Him to an understanding of how the entire universe, all things, anything at all that existed, came into being.
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