beginagainagainagain
Something I wrote, as
grandfunkpunk
Jun 26, 2000 (a true experience)
One night I woke up in another house. Not my
house or any house I had ever lived in. It was dark
outside, save for an eerie glow. Sort of like a dark
warehouse with those hanging florescent lights. Not really
light, not really dark. When I came out of the room I
had been sleeping in, I noticed the front door was
open. There was no one inside that I could sense. I
walked out into the warm summer evening and faced the
open fields of wheat and shadows of mountains in the
background. There was a very minimal breeze. Only enough to
know that the air was really air, and not something
more liquid. That this was a real experience and not a
dream. Then I looked toward the sky. I saw no sky at
all. I saw what appeared to be an upside down
airfield. With lights on the runway and everything.
Different colored lights. They began to move. Not like
disco lights or anything, just in patterns � like an
airport. Just when my mind began to register this awesome
sight, I heard a flute being played inside the house. I
turned and wandered back in. The music was slow and
trance inducing. I suppose I was the snake in the
basket, because I followed the sound back to the very
back of the house. In that room, there was a light
like the sun was shining. It was very daylight in
there. Sitting, cross legged on the floor was a naked
man with black hair � not really long hair/not really
short hair. He was playing a wooden flute. Then he
stopped. He told me to turn around. He did not �say� to
turn around, with words, I just knew to turn around �
like telepathy or something. So, I turned and walked
out the door and was outside again without having to
walk through the house. I was outside � in the
daylight. The wheat fields were gone. It was all just tall
green grass. Beautiful trees. The air was more clear. I
could see forever. Haze did not block the view of
mountains. It was as if I were seeing with hawk eyes. There
were no manmade noises at all. Only animals. The house
was gone. It was only me now. Just me in the grass,
with the wind and the trees and the earth forever and
ever around me. And I was naked, just as naked as
everything else. Then, I heard the flute again. I waded
through the grass that smelled so sweet. Then very
suddenly, I was upon a lake. I could see to the bottom.
Huge colorful fish swam about, along with snakes and
salamanders. There was the man playing the flute across the
lake. When I looked at his face, he stopped playing
again. He said with his mind, �Welcome to the
beginning.�
