A map
As one rememberer describes them: not places but perspectives, all happening where your hands are, each a wider way of seeing from exactly where you already stand.
Pure light, oneness experiencing itself. The centre of the circle. Visible, he says, as the dots of light that shape all things.
To observe itself, unity must split. The movement of opposites — shadow, number, mathematics.
Where everything thought and felt elsewhere becomes real. The experiment. All the other dimensions compressed into a life you can hold.
Managing form without the constraints of time and space. Where you go in lucid dreams and in true meditation.
Living like energy flowing in a cable. Sacred geometry understood rather than seen.
Where light becomes a rainbow and one being becomes many. The home of the twelve rays, the seven laws, the three essences.
Beings of pure light who have set down their individual faces to become guides. What, from here, we call enlightenment.
Everything possible, everything stored. Where the records of all events are said to reside.
Unity, now aware of every part of itself. Nine closes the circle that one opened.