The Illusion Of Separation; Part One.

The arrival, the creation, and the senses. 

Once upon a time, I was just a sparkle, a tiny speck of dust and light. floating in space. I couldn't grasp myself as a thing that is separate from all the enveloping spaciousness. I was at one with countless other puny particles. All of us were weaving an ongoing dance of unity, without any beginning nor end. One thing we liked to do back then was transforming, shape-shifting, experiencing new dimensions. As we were floating carelessly like that, we would swoosh down simultaneously and use our powerful attraction towards one another and first, we would create the force of gravity as a portal through which we would later transform into our planet Earth. Here, we became little seeds planted in the warm cavity of the womb.

This place was both a stop, a peaceful home where we took some rest from our travels and a primordial nursery that helped us grow into this new self-realization.

First, we were a gentle, cellular blob that glided through this new extension of creation and soon we turned into a tiny worm no bigger than a grain of sand. As we were twisting and turning around this tunnel, our curiosity led us to develop a few more helpful spaces within, our heart, our limbs, our brain, spaces through which we would raise our awareness. 

At this point, we were still unaware of what any of these spaces were, for us, the existence here wasn't very different from our previous state before the arrival. Here we just Were, we didn't Know. But in between something peculiar happened, suddenly we started to experience the space around us. Our face features started forming and we had just got a glimpse of the third dimension. As we developed we started feeling this warm touch of our nurturing home, we started to touch its walls with our noses and lips first, and a bit later the power of touch was felt in our tiny fingers too. Because our most true nature is very playful, meanwhile we kept some abilities from before, as we channelized our senses of balance and motion. Now we could move around knowingly because in this state a nervous cochlear center opened up in the middle ear. This minuscule part became our protector against disbalance in this new plane. Then we continued to grow, we started to become a tiny little area, like a room, a home within a home. New overwhelming sensations emerge. Now our little hands could touch one particular extension on our face, a little vacuum that inhales and recognizes new alluring smells. Just imagine the sweetness and warmth these smells provided,

so enticing that they became permanently imprinted in our memory. The smell of our mom's milk,  the fruity smell, the gentle smell. Aand, whoa, a new experience incoming, something watery, a delicious moisture prolonged from our nosies into our mouthies, as we began to feel the sense of taste. We liked these motherly tastes so much, that we were in a continuous daze and pleasant sleepiness here in the womb. Can you imagine our minisculness of just a speck transforming into this babyish vastness wearing a flexible, yet firm meat suit floating into the tunnel that would bring us about to the new form of existence? At this point, we were one with this tunnel, and there was no sense of separation.  

To be continued......