JLM's SkySpace: The Book of Insights I:7 - An Insight Rare

JLM's SkySpace: The Book of Insights I:7 - An Insight Rare

The Book of Insights I:7 - An Insight Rare

This is the initial post by Jerry Miller (a.k.a. Sandfoxx) and it really is a true story about something that happened to me and I would like to share it with the world . . . A True Story

Insights I:7

An Eyewitness Account of An Insight Rare

On October 3, 2007 of the Current Era, I underwent a surgical procedure intended to relieve debilitating pain in my back. Not only did it fail, it took me on a journey through Hell. I did not come back unscathed. That which follows is my account, my sighting of an Insight Rare, the Seventh.

I spiraled downward, caught in the silent whirlwind of God and Space and Time; I held each thread and rode the woven whole, taking passage to the depths of my Being, into places where anything was possible, and Was. I too Was, and I was Aware that I Was. Terrifyingly Aware, I found myself in a World of incredible Insanity and Cruelty, Illogical, Unreal, and Hell-Bent to destroy my Soul. The illusory was real and I was of It, not a spectator, not a dreamer, but a sentient part of this hellish fabric.

For days, the struggle ensued. I fought against those I knew, but did not, and against those, I knew not, but did. All foes seemed consumed with my Death; some to consummate it, some to savor it, and All committed to keep me Broken. Faces swarmed; My Wife, My Mother, My Brothers, My Son. My Daughter, My Friends, My Doctor (I somehow hear him lamenting, “I don’t know if I can get him back!”). Oh, the staggering loneliness weighed upon me, my Soul against the Universe. Forced to it, I saw Hate, Suspicion, Traitors, Arrows, and Hourglass Sand, Lethargic, Never Full. Foul-Breathed Death Hovered So Near. Quiet! D'na Breathe, It Will Hear.

The battle raged for days and, in the end, my ragged, now humbled Soul finally came again to me, and brought a hooded, wool shrouded entity, an existence, a being, a specter. With kind eyes, the being rested a bearded, knowing smile on me, raised a staff and saved my life. With the aid of that woolly Specter of Light, a gift of Soul, I survived. Else, I surely would have Died; Lost, Divided, Mired, and Alone; Soulless, in the Dark.

The Specter of Light proffered me the smallest stub of candle, guttering, spilling just the hint of light, to palely guide me through the Hallucinations of Hell, spun out so artfully by Lucifer, conjured by the Beast for me as Real, to believe. And I did believe. For three terrifying days, Satan’s torment taunted me, my Mind believing what could not be. My shrouded guide offered light, when Unholy Ranks offered naught but Death. With the echo of Satan's Agony still upon me, I followed the sallow beams, until Time and the Phantom’s light went out, and the True Light awakened; until I Was became I Am; and in awe, I saw it All.

With Death Embraced, I Awoke from Fear and slowly trolled the Shadows to find, to pluck, from wormy Earth, that speck of Me which I am Worth. From Shadow to Fingerprints, to travel Alone is Life’s Ruse; Insight blooms to Sentience, even unto Penitence.

I lay quiet in the silence, unsure if this War was over, or if the stillness was merely a pause, a prelude to struggle renewed. Oh so furtive, I called on Introspection to learn what I had Found, hopeful of a Defense, a Steeling in the face of Hopelessness. What I Realized was far more; I Found an Awakening to Self. I saw the mote in the eye of the Son. I Found an Insight Rare.

I Found the Hollow of Before
I Found the Value Beneath
I Found the Passage into What I Am
I Found the Sins and made Atonement
I Found the Goodness, Buried the Deepest
I Found the Duality of Self and Soul
I Found the Singularity of My Being

And, pondering these things I’d Found, I learned a truth even Lucifer dared not oppose, even in his twisted ways. While trapped in the silent whirlwind of God and Space and Time, following the Phantom’s sallow light, I stumbled on some simple things.

I Found the Eternal Ruse of Life - It Comes Alone, It Is Alone,
It Leaves Alone
I Found the Shadow of God
I Found the Fingerprints of Man
I Found no other Sentience of Worth

We are each of us with Life and, as such, each of us Alone. However, each of us has our own Specter of Light, only waiting to give us care, that we may each find our own simple things, our own Insight Rare.

- Jerry L. Miller, May 2009