I was my noble, perfected self, at the very end of all of my human journeys, all of my non-human journeys, at the end of all my journeys through the manifested universe, through all dimensions. Now my journeys were done and I glided toward the Nevermore.

Just as I was about to enter, I turned back to look one last time at all of me, all the selves, all the lives and loves and fears and dramas, the successes and failures, the horrors and joys, miracles and heartbreaks of every one and every thing I had ever been. All of it, every moment, vibrating, shimmering, delicate. I sent out a wave of blessing, and recognition to each moment, each experience, each self or point of awareness.

Your joys are my joy and your sorrows are mine also. You were never alone. I’ve always been here at the end looking back at you, standing with you in this final and ultimate benediction. And then I exploded, total super-nova style.

I know, I know…you thought I was going to walk into the Nevermore! And that would be so cool and I could tell you about it, but no.

Holding each and every moment in a state of blessing caused me to kind of suck it all into me and then explode, or perhaps implode. And then I was a trance baby for days.

Some of you will read this and go, to the extent you are able, to that final blessing and let that roll through you in some way. Some of you will stay where you are, but feel it blow back at you from that endpoint. Some of you will wonder what the bloody hell I’m talking about.

I’ll leave it at that. Except to say, of course, not to take this literally. I’m not saying there is a Nevermore, nor am I proposing the existence of a Noble Perfected Self. So what am I saying?

You tell me.