I’ve learned to see each of my own visions of reality as if they’re only part of what may be real. How am I ever to know exactly what’s real, given that I have many versions of it recycling in my own mind and being? For instance, the following vision seemed very real to me, yet is only one image of how the universe may work.

I had just finished a spirited Reiki session, followed by a long conversation delving deeply into the nature of reality, etc. It was the kind of conversation that seems more like five minutes than it’s actual three hours. To unwind, I lay down on the floor to stretch a bit and feel my body's energy. Soon, I was seeing brilliant images in my mind's eye.

I was watching the most amazingly detailed patterns playing across the screen in my mind, or beyond my mind perhaps. I saw colors and swirls and waves and movements of various colored tiny rectangular "pixels" of energy, as the individual pixels that make up the picture on a television or computer screen. All these pixels were vibrating and moving as if to some huge unseen force that kept everything in perfect rhythm and symmetry. The colors kept changing, generating new patterns, as new ripples and swirls of colored light emerged from within this great force field. Miraculously, everything stayed in a perfect yet ever-changing order.

There was no lag or falter in the movements; each tiny pixel moving into and throughout the existing pattern at just the right pace. There seemed to be an unlimited number of possible formations. The entire layout continued to change, as if one were slowly rotating a room full of multi-colored sand particles, in kaleidoscope fashion, continually making new geometric shapes. It was clear that there was no one way for these pixels to arrange themselves; there never could be. But there was always absolute perfection. Nothing seemed out-of-order in the slightest.

I continued to see new screens every couple of minutes, often bringing in new colors and shapes and formations. Rhythms and patterns moving within this seeming state of perfection and order reminded me of a huge-yet-miniature factory, filled with perhaps billions of these individual multi-colored ceramic tiles on my own inner monitor. I watched intently this undulating mass as particular colors fit themselves into the different patterns. Interestingly, they weren't bright, electric colors in the way I often see “internal energy”. They were more like pea green and coral pink and nondescript beige, colors you might see in a 1950's bathroom. But unlike those bathrooms, this concoction was very beautiful and intriguing, even striking.

No matter how many different colors were represented at one time, and how many new ones entered the formations, the patterns were always perfectly organized, first one pattern, then another pattern, then a third pattern, and so on, constantly changing and always perfect. There would be ridges flowing one direction, then swirls going another direction, or large waves down the center. And yet the pattern continued to be perfectly arranged. Every time new mini-tiles of these various colors entered the scene, they would be immediately incorporated into the overall pattern. It was uncanny how everything continued to fit together, balancing color and shape, ever-flowing, always perfect.

For a moment, I imagined I was seeing an infinite strand of DNA particles. It stretched as far as my mind could see, and probably much farther. Again, all those twisting muted colors were perfectly arranged in ways I knew I could only imagine. At another point, I saw a "cloud" of new colored tiles entering the scene from above, and I was aware that this was energy being released by someone or something in this universe. In my personal frame of reference, I imagined this to be energy "sloughed off" from one's hands when doing Reiki work. I interpreted this cloud to be universal energy being naturally and smoothly reintegrated into the whole of existence. Again, all the individual multi-colored tiles merged immediately into the flowing patterns.

I continued watching this conveyor belt of colors and movement from my psychic vantage point near the ceiling of the huge storehouse. Each time a new misty swirl of colors filtered down from above, the response was the same. No hurry, no missing a beat, just immediate merging and the instant emergence of a new and perfect pattern. No one pattern created was ever more significant than any other pattern. The significance was that the patterns kept forming and flowing in perfect order. Each new pattern formed was just as beautiful as the previous one, and always the spacing and arrangement of the colored tiles was in perfect harmony. I was watching a totally seamless process.

I had the thought at one point that these mini-tiles in that giant factory the size of my third eye were reminiscent of millions or billions of tiny multi-colored scales on a giant dragon, though I saw no head nor tail. I remembered Brian Swimme's book, The Universe Is A Green Dragon, and wondered if he'd seen his own version of this picture, perhaps with all muted green tiles. I began to equate this imagery with an infinite number of "nanobytes" of energy. I don’t know if that’s a word yet, but it’s how I thought to describe them. Each of these nanobytes was perfectly suited for its part in the whole. I'm guessing everything in our cosmos, perhaps everything beyond any cosmos we could ever imagine, could be represented in this ordered, almost mathematical way. It’s an equation of particles and bits many billions times larger than our minds, or any computer we could ever create.

I imagined each thought, each action, each person, each thing, everything being made up of these colored nanobytes. I saw everything giving off these colored energy bits constantly – as if not only us and our entire physical world, but each thought we have could be seen in this way. All the energy behind even our thoughts would be automatically incorporated back into the flow of things the moment we have the thought. Likewise, all the energy from our actions would be integrated into the whole the moment we do anything. I imagined that our universe, with its infinite number of atoms and molecules, is one big flow of colored nanobytes – all the atoms, all the colored tiles, reintegrating into this constant current the instant they're released from anything. This would even be so with the nanobytes of our bodies – especially with our bodies – flowing back into the all of existence the moment we leave them.

This imagery gives me an entirely new perspective on the concept of everything in the universe being "related in the flow", and "it's all one", etc. I can tell you from this experience; for me, there's absolutely no way I can ever again view anything as really being separate from anything else, anywhere. It was all there in front of me, in living-if-subdued color. Your thoughts, my thoughts, your actions, my actions, your body, my body, no difference at all. All of it may be represented by little bitty colored pixels in a constantly moving and always perfectly organized primordial soup of being. I don't think I could ever go back to thinking about reality in the old ways, since I've seen it this way.

Perhaps even more phenomenal than the colors and patterns was the realization that all is in perfect unison and harmony everywhere. It was a realization that no matter where one goes in this universe, everything is flowing to the rhythm of some incredible and loving force. According to what I saw that evening, nothing ever ends, or begins, or dies, or is born. Everything flows, all the time, forever flowing. Everything is always part of one energy, one great force. And the process is astonishingly beautiful! At least in my vision, it certainly was.

I felt as if this image had shifted my consciousness entirely. I couldn’t imagine seeing the surfaces and forms of this world in the old ways again. I felt that nothing could ever be out-of-place, no matter how chaotic our external world may seem. I felt that I could be anywhere I wanted in the world and still be in the perfect place for me; that my own pixels of light would continue flowing as part of this greater whole. I felt that I would never need to do anything to facilitate this flow; that I was somehow part of it all, without having to do or think or be anything in particular. This seemed to be a vision of “absolute reality” in my own way of seeing it, and it led me to believe that there’s nothing chaotic about anything we can ever know or not know. I believe it’s for each of us to determine our own roles within this undulating soup of tiny lighted pixels which may define us and our worlds.

© Gordon Rosenberg, 2004

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Gordon Rosenberg is a vibrational energy & sound healing practitioner, Reiki master-teacher, information channel and transformational guide. He awakened his natural visionary and healing abilities through years of exploration and practice with many leading edge technologies and ancient disciplines. Gordon has conducted some 6000 individual energy balancing sessions and taught many classes and workshops in energetic healing, deep relaxation and inspired movement processes. In addition to his metaphysical teachings, he also writes and performs spirit-inspired poetry of love and consciousness, and plays his 21-piece crystal singing bowl set for groups and special events. You may see information about his work and his current schedule of events at www.source.byregion.net and more of his writings at www.authorsden.com/source and you may email him at gracedancer@hotmail.com .