The Dead Zone

I had an interesting experience this morning.

I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth and then started back toward my bedroom but something made me stop before I entered. 

As I looked into my bedroom the first thing I felt was dead silence and no air movement.  The sun was shining through the closed blinds showing narrow slats of soft golden yellow bands across the bed, the ceiling fan was on when I left but now appeared to be off and specks of dust hung suspended in the air.

The room had a vacant, hollow feel to it like everything had been sucked out of it.  It felt like a movie set with all the props in place but none of the actors.  It actually felt that time had ceased.  The room was no longer full of life but now only a hollow shell, a reminder, a remnant of once was.

For a brief moment I believe I had crossed over into another realm and was the observer and not the participant.

I wonder, is this what death must be like?  That you're here and then you're gone and now able to stand on the other side and view your life in snapshots as it plays across the wide screen?

It is rare moments such as this that one is able to get a tiny glimpse into what we call the other side, the Supernatural and what we consider life to be but, rather where the experience turns our ordinary, humdrum lives and beliefs upside down because now we've come face to face with the realization that things are not what they are, not what they seem, not what we've been taught but much, much more and, at the very least, hopefully, an experience that will leave us a little more spiritual, a little more enlightened.     

This morning's encounter was all that and so much more.         

It reminded me of the movie, "Interstellar", where the astronaut is suspended in time, floating between two worlds, the real and the unreal as he desperately attempts to reach his daughter because he left without her approval.  But, now a solid library wall separates the two of them.  He can see her on the other side of the wall and she can sense his presence but they cannot connect with each other.  

Today is just another day, but is it, really?  Everything you experience today, everything you see, everything you feel, everything you think, everything you taste is it real or not?

Or is today, just another one in a long line of illusion, just another day in which you rehearse your lines and say them right on cue, moving among cardboard props and cardboard people or is it much, much more?

KJV, Philippians 4:8:  Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.


Blessings,
     ~Nightshade