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Luminous (051412)

May 14, 2012

It shone like a beacon from the heavens, a sign to all who would see the truth and the way and would follow. All around me people screamed, trampling over one another as they stole horrified glances behind them at the majesty that turned skyward in a roiling wave of peaceful fury. Children cried, clinging to their mother’s breast. Husbands wrapped arms around their families, hurrying them into the sheltering darkness of the surrounding forest. Graying men and women stood in the doorways of rapidly emptying houses, frozen in fear and acceptance. I stalked forward, eyes locked on the beautiful rolling motions of the tower of liquid fire.

No one thought to stop me as I disappeared into the shafts of light penetrating the forest night. Forest life scurried away as I strode faster through the trunks of forestry that had overlooked this very spot since before people had come to reside in it. The scent of drying pine grew stronger as the darkness was repelled by the light of the flame. My feet never tripped over roots and no animal crossed my path to interfere with my progress.

The smoldering remains of the newly crafted meadow were drowned out by the sheer luminous intensity of the towering inferno. The heat should have been intolerable this close, as the light threatened to be, but instead it simply wrapped me in skintight warmth. I closed my eyes and breathed in the heat, feeling it take root in the very center of my person, spreading outward in deliciously enticing streams of warmth just beneath my skin.

My fingers brush against another and my skin erupts into unbridled sensation. The light does not seem so overpowering as I look to my left and see a woman I have never met but have known all my life. She stares back at me, long hair blowing behind her from the intensity of the light. I see little else but her open eyes, eyes filled with no sense of worry or danger, peering into my own open and peaceful eyes.

We turn to the liquid fire licking its way into the sky and a shape appears, far more glorious than anything I have ever seen. I grip the woman’s hand and she mine as the figure of pure light holds out a hand to each of us. We reach out and take the hands of light and I lose myself in a saturation of sensation. Every nerve and atom is strummed, coming alive in one impossible moment of pure light.

Now all is clear. I do not know how this world of perfect intensity seems so unattainable and I understand how this world is absolutely impossible. The figure does not speak. The figure does not release its hold on us. I am pulled to look at admire what lies before me. Her figure is as it always was and always is and always will be, a being of intensity unfurling expansive wings of liquid fire, eyes of whirling flame peering into my own eyes of rolling luminosity. Flaming wings spread behind me as we all ride the column of roiling peace into the open skies above.

The forest snapped back into darkness as quickly as it had been initially been blinded. And in that darkness were laid two bodies at the center of a new meadow clearing, hands clasped, faces set in the most peaceful of eternal slumbers.