The Veil: A Mythic Journey Beyond Barren Illusions

Summary

Behind the veil lies a surreal Earth epoch—ruptured dreams, cosmic rain, and vibrant toadstools born from barren valleys and timeless imagination.

The Veil: I opened the veil and there was nothing there. No pristine pastures. No green rolling hills cover with beautiful flowers. No sparkling spring of pure water. No blue sky dotted with white clouds.

Instead, I opened the veil and saw membranes attached to the immature fruiting bodies of toadstools. These membranes ruptured during their development.

This is not what I wanted to see. I let my imagination run wild. I envisioned the unsoiled virginity of the first Earth in its gorgeous splendor.

A zillion years before the current epoch there was a barren valley. A deep dry depression coursed the length of that valley. Rolling hills and mountains taller than dreams cradled the barren valley and its dry depression.

A zillion years minus one before the current epoch. A dark cloud appeared in the twilight sky. It covered the barren valley and the deep dry depression running through its length.  

The veil conceals the flawless creative fantasies of an Earth epoch that makes the idea of utopia blush. Dreams to realities. Realities to dreams. A barren valley on the other side of the veil. Immature toadstools that ruptured during development.

There was nothing there when I opened the veil. At least, nothing that I expected seeing based on my dreams. Hidden behind the veil I envisioned wonderful things to be uncovered and experienced. In my mind I saw the lights of nine Stars creating a single day. One of nine. So many colors and shades. Flickering in my mind. Soaring light to life, darkness to comfort, vastness to touchable.

Out of the dark clouds, a light rain starts to pour. Rain lighter than a thought. Rain heavier than a dream. Rain causing the barren valley to spring to life. Rain filling the deep dry depression transiting the barren valley with life sustaining, thirst quenching water.

Rain watering the rolling hills. Rain wetting the mountains higher than a leap over a frog embracing the valley and its deep depression. Rain causing immature fruiting bodies of toadstools to develop showing vibrant colors without harmful toxins during this Earth epoch.

The Veil. Closed to be opened. The veil. Opened to be closed. A zillion years minus one before the current epoch, the Earth becomes watered. Dark clouds gather from the far side of everywhere. They fatten the barren land with vitality. These clouds turn a deep dry depression into a flowing river.

This is the dream. This is the wishful thinking. The realities behind the veil. The Earth epoch that exists even now. Not just in mind. But in the massless electromagnetic (photon) of timeless Universe.