Floating in Kenon`

This Sunday afternoon, June 6, I found myself in the vastness of Kenon, floating amongst some things. Identical specs of matter.  Democritus called this tiny thing atomos (from atomon = uncuttable) or atomus in the plural.  The singular form, however, appears superfluous since they always occur in pluralities. There was no noticeable order.

At this moment I became aware of the fact, everything in the tangible world (where my physical part lives) is formed through those atomus being arranged. I was filled with childlike wonder.  I opened up to any answer.

I saw clusters containing innumerable atomus. I sensed a force-field amongst those clusters, holding the atomus in a structure. A view opened, where I saw, all beings and things made from numbers of identical atomi being held in a grid. I saw the oneness in all.

I noticed the potential of another force-field concentrating around me.

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I saw myself.  I was made of twenty to thirty strikes of lightning meeting at one point. Momentarily, my view expanded and I saw endless numbers of lightning balls, like myself, in the distance, in all directions. I did not have to turn around, I saw them all at once, I was able to look in all directions at once.

Everything was floating in a gentle swaying motion, an endless ocean.

A cluster and I drifted closer together. Amongst the atomus, I saw a force-field as a softly iridescent coloured hue with sparkles through it. It was almost even. There were small sections where the colours were dull. As I watched them, they started shining again.

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Floating along, I watched atomus approaching each other, coming from all directions and forming a structure. At one moment, all of a sudden, the coloured hue switched on. Something had been created, and life occurred in it.

I now realised that I had been drawn closer towards this forming cluster. A field of tension, with gentle intention, had pulled the specs into formation. As soon as the structure was built and alive, the tension faded.

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Softly, harmonious, caring, omnipresent was the rich sound of stillness. Nurturing and caressing. Permeating and supporting.

Returning

It took me a long time to realise that there was another place. It was my duty, obligation, a vow I had made, that I had to let go of this and return to this other place I had forgotten for a while.

As I moved, the sound of stillness took on an air of longing. The force-fields of creating and maintaining, which I had felt before, arose again, reached out to me, not holding but hugging me good bye, no struggle. My desire was to stay, my knowing knew, I had to return to the other place.

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Writing this last paragraph, feelings swell up, memories from the time when I left Germany, over thirty years ago. My friends had organised to meet in the departure launch at the Frankfurt airport. I had never seen all my friends together in one place. I was overwhelmed.

They stood in a semi-circle and looked at me. I was intensely aware of all the individual relationships. At this moment, my desire was to stay and forget my migration to Australia. My knowing knew I had to go, I didn’t want, but I consented and followed.

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Amadeus W.
Ingeneer

06 September 2015

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