I was standing in the desert on a tall dune. It wasn't nighttime, and yet it wasn't daytime either. Just a strange illumination somewhere in between. The sand was a very light, yet rich, tan color. I could see the mountains in the distance and they were a dark chocolate color, extremely craggy and sharp. Above me were thin, wispy, bleach white cirrus clouds. The blue sky seemed to be like a low-hanging ceiling, and was so vast and expansive and I could easily see its curvature.
A woman appeared beside me and the sky began to rotate overhead. She pointed to one area coming over the horizon and it was a round, craggy break in the sky as if someone took a hammer and shattered a hole in it. Through that craggy opening I could see what was beyond the boundary of the sky-ceiling. It was an even deeper blue sky, almost cerulean. My impression was that this was a sphere outside the sphere I was in and it was rotating independently of mine. In it (on it?) were painted stars, planets, moons, and other celestial bodies. The style was that of vintage woodcuts or illustrations, much like the kind in the image above. The heavenly bodies were shimmering as if they were drawn or painted with gold. As that rotated by, other craggy holes rotated past in my sky-ceiling with similar things to see through them, all in that shimmering gold in the same deep, cerulean blue sky.
The woman never said anything but pointed to each opening as it rolled past. My sense was that she was showing me the "more" of the situation or place and my awe and wonder was overwhelming. She was making me see there was more to what is going on. More than what we can perceive or that we allow ourselves to be aware of. If we just look a bit beyond our range we can see and understand so much more.
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A woman appeared beside me and the sky began to rotate overhead. She pointed to one area coming over the horizon and it was a round, craggy break in the sky as if someone took a hammer and shattered a hole in it. Through that craggy opening I could see what was beyond the boundary of the sky-ceiling. It was an even deeper blue sky, almost cerulean. My impression was that this was a sphere outside the sphere I was in and it was rotating independently of mine. In it (on it?) were painted stars, planets, moons, and other celestial bodies. The style was that of vintage woodcuts or illustrations, much like the kind in the image above. The heavenly bodies were shimmering as if they were drawn or painted with gold. As that rotated by, other craggy holes rotated past in my sky-ceiling with similar things to see through them, all in that shimmering gold in the same deep, cerulean blue sky.
The woman never said anything but pointed to each opening as it rolled past. My sense was that she was showing me the "more" of the situation or place and my awe and wonder was overwhelming. She was making me see there was more to what is going on. More than what we can perceive or that we allow ourselves to be aware of. If we just look a bit beyond our range we can see and understand so much more.
This entry's image was AI-generated.
