Once upon a time, long ago lived a red head boy. He was precoscious and loved to read of dragons and heroes and damsels of dewy cheeks and kind, loving ways.
He spoke to giants and ants and the blue jay in the pine. He could feel the fish in the muddy pond swimming in his belly and the whale gliding through the sea.
He could not ignore the sand spurs and the heat yet he found the sweat on his brow sweet like beads of nectar provided by God.
The young boy grew and found his feet upon the ground yet his mind remained with the giants and dragons until he began to sink into the earth. One day he could no longer move.
He was trapped like in quicksand. When he cried out they did not come and he sank deeper and deeper until he came to look upon the horrors of hell. Souls burned and could not be save. Animals gnawed their limbs and the birds pecked out their eyes.
He gouged and bit, scratched and hit and kicked and ran until he thought his lungs would explode. Then he fell prostrate upon the oozing hot oil that was the surface there and wept to the universe that he was sorry. He wept that he did not know what to do and prayed to be taken. He surrendered.
Upon awakening a blond child came to him holding a white rose. This cherub did not speak as he reached the rose out to him. The red head boy could smell its dusky dew and as the scent wafted to his brain he rose like smoke returning to the earth of green grass.
There he met a small brown man in saffron robes and turban who smiled upon him with eyes black as coffee that sparkled as if a diamond lay there and this apparition also reached out to him. The little boy, now a tousled hair wraith of a man took that hand and began to walk a narrow path through a forest of foreboding yet though he was afraid he could ever feel the soft hand guiding him until he came to a precipice that looked out upon valley, flora, mountain and sea. All the creatures spoke to him.
He sat and listened to their voices until he began to feel a tingle at his core like a snake stirring ... slowly uncoiling to rise up through his spine ,each vertebra vibrating ... coming alive, rising ever rising into the light. The light became space until time was no more and he knew that he was returning home.
He watched the whale and the dolphins from the eye of the eagle. He galloped upon a sinewy steed across the plain as wolves ran beside him. Coming to the forest he dismounted and played with the bear cubs tumbling until their mother called them.
Sitting there he heard the cree and call of the dragon to come and join him in the undulating truth of eternity and he knew that he could again talk to the giants and birds and fly into the light.
In that light he would look no more through the eyes of the creatures. He would no more hear their voices because he would be them.
If he could continue to gaze in devotion and undying hope into the eye of Christ Consciousness, it would lead him to the mouth of the Father and there he would rest ... forever.