Jeudi, le 27 mars 2008

A tiny voice had whispered in his ears – “this is the spiral staircase that leads to the secret you seek.”

He looked upon the magnificent size of the staircase. The stairs spiraled upwards, seemingly unto infinity.

He had started climbing a long time ago. So long, that he had forgotten when he had chosen to undertake this fractious task. In the beginning, his youth and energy drew confidence in him, so much so, that he knew for certain he would one day reach the end of this spiral staircase. He climbed with zeal, never losing sight of his aim.

In his many years of climbing, his efforts were applauded. However, eventually, the people grew tired of following his feat, and started ignoring him. But, he never gave up climbing. Tiredness prevailed, strong thoughts of giving up crept upon him, but never losing sight of his goal, he persevered.

It was now many years since he’d been climbing and his efforts had become mechanical.

One day, he suddenly stopped and took a moment to think, and he realized he had now reached a point of forgetfulness. Why was he climbing? What was the point? What was he proving? To whom?

For the first time, he decided to sit down on one of the steps. He liked the feeling. He thought to himself “I will make this my resting place for a while”. As he made himself comfortable, he grew to like this new experience. He decided to play a game. He would use one step as his resting place, another step to do something creative, another one as a leisure step and yet a few others where he could maybe discover something new about himself or his surroundings. He decided to decorate the steps according to the themes he had given them. And thus he started to play the game. He invented different kinds of people, things, animals… he created obstacles that he and his fellow invented entities had to cross over. He grew to love this game, and in due course, lost himself in it.

Eventually, he lost complete vision of the spiral staircase and could only see the steps of the world he had created. He had produced a routine for himself which now met his much fewer needs.

As he grew older, he found himself confiding to only one or two steps, as he sensed a lack of energy in him. And finally, he settled for one single step. In this step he breathed his last.

The soul of this now frail corpse was released; in its release, it witnessed every detailed events of this man’s life. The soul then flew across the spiral stairs upwards and swished passed every steps of this secretive staircase. As it reached its end, it caught a momentaneous glimpse of a bright shining soothing light that transcended on everything it surrounded, including itself;

And then, the soul joined a unity of souls and found itself being attached to a billion of them vibrating in insurmountable energy.

A last independent thought crossed the soul just before it attached itself to its unified force. “Give me one more chance, next time I’ll reach the end”.

This thought metamorphosed into power, and the soul experienced an invigorating force within.

As the soul found itself attaching to the other souls, it simultaneously felt like it was being detached once again.

And suddenly, it found itself in a dark place being converged into an embryonic shape.