The Edge of Infinity by Julianna Rowe

 

A silent path led me upward into a dense grey fog. Each step I left behind appeared to call out to old enemies as though I was climbing away from them but, what into?   I had no fear even though at times my mind felt something pulling me back down.  But the voice inside my head continued moving me forward almost like I had no choice.  The steps were a continuation of my life, but they did not impede my questioning heart as it moved up farther and farther.  Suddenly a larger-than-life living vine appeared at the side of each step promising better to come. After time filled its space and gathered its proper timetable it released me to a red majestic rock plateau. I was moved gently off the steps onto a hard surface above the mind of the world. I was at the edge of infinity. My pure energy spaces.  I asked the mind if I were alone?  It showed me through its eye of mine that only a select few were allowed inside my energy.  There were several there with me, oddly not the ones I thought would be.  And there was one outside my energy field wanting to join but being held back by an invisible veil. It was someone who thought they could enter in but their love was not pure causing them pain like when you were a child and the other kids were at a birthday party. The party door was open.  Candy, cake, games, amazing food, presents, and fun. But you could not get in because you were not pure.  You sat down and stared at what you could not have whilst you shed a tear for what you wanted so badly to fulfill your life. I was told that was an example of the many in life who for whatever reason do not attain their hopes and dreams.

 I as well shed a tear for the many who have not the gift of wisdom, faith, or maybe just luck, to have found your way to what you wanted.   

I spread my arms at the top of the plateau as though I were the eagle. I peered down through the clouds into the enemies I had left behind.  My people of pure energy surrounded me as we filled our minds with one another’s goodness and waited for instructions from the main source on what was next. It was hard to leave my friends outside and below the veil.  We each choose when to move to a higher plateau and leave behind those unable to find their way.  If not, "the" trail of their tears would keep us from our own destiny.

Climb the living vine while you still have time.