Georgia woke suddenly from a deep sleep. She didn’t remember dreaming or hearing a sudden noise, or feeling … But, she must have felt something. Nobody awakens that abruptly without a cause – but what?
She listened to the almost soundless sounds of the night and looked intently around her, into the darkness, or semi-darkness, for her eyes were beginning to adjust to the lack of light. Nothing was moving in her room except what?
She felt an energy, a soundless, formless, intelligent energy, or almost soundless and formless, as soft breeze against her skin. Except that, this energy didn’t seem to adhere to the rules of boundaries of her body. She felt it move around and through her, as if she wasn’t there, or here. And yet, it had power to control her movements and even thinking, at will, if it willed to. But, somehow, it seemed to be more interested in making her aware of this power, with no arm intended. But, why?
Georgia needed a cup of water. She kept a thermos carafe on her kitchen table, to help her measure her daily intake. She was still shaken up by her experience but made her way, slowly, so as not to bump into anything in the dark. Why did she not turn on any lights? It wasn’t light she needed; it was the sense of security, stability, and comfort that holding a warm cup in her hands provided her with.
Once she was more or less awake, and relaxed in her comfortable recliner, she soundlessly asked her spirit teacher what was so important that he would wake her up in the wee small hours of the morning.
Why did she bother to even ask him? He seemed to find this an ideal time to teach, or at least to try to teach her how to develop an ever-expanded awareness of the simplicity of Life.
Simplicity, he kept repeating, did not mean simple as in easy, or being without interconnectedness within itself.
Why did he keep waking her up to tell her this? He must know, she thought, that I don’t function mentally or physically while the rest of the world gets to sleep.
He responded to her thoughts, reminding her that, perhaps half of the world’s population are wide awake.
It isn’t night where they are, she silently replied. Then she smiled at the nonsensical possibility that they don’t know that it’s night, as if thinking could make anything so or not so.
Spirit sent a warm, vibrating energy drifting around her, that she immediately understood as a smile of approval, possibly of himself as much as of her.
“Even silly thoughts can be more or less original”.
“How could thoughts be more than original?”
“Stop. He’s winning, again. I’m questioning thoughts.”