THE ULTIMATE TIME TRAVELLER- MAHAKAAL SHIVA
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.
A tizzy mix of past life regression and peeps into future progressions, would become His surreal but thrilling ‘mind ride’.
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.
Or then, it was like a flight, which, after cruising across the most surreal skies, always arrived consistently and without any landing error, to the place where it had begun; indeed, the place, where it had always been.
He had serial memories of the past, lucid visualizations of a future, strangely woven together into a spiritual Déjà vu.
A tizzy mix of past life regression and peeps into future progressions, would become His surreal but thrilling ‘mind ride’.
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.
Or then, it was like a flight, which, after cruising across the most surreal skies, always arrived consistently and without any landing error, to the place where it had begun; indeed, the place, where it had always been.
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