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PROGRESS REPORT 17
Speeding,theatomsofmybodyhurtlingawayfromeachother.Igrowlighter,lessdense,andlarger...larger...explodingoutwardintothesun.Iamanexpandinguniverseswimmingupwardinasilentsea.Smallatfirst,encompassingwithmybody,theroom,thebuilding,thecity,thecountry,untilIknowthatifIlookdownIwillseemyshadowblottingouttheearth.
Lightandunfeeling.Driftingandexpandingthroughtimeandspace.
Andthen,asIknowIamabouttopiercethecrustofexistence,likeaflyingfishleapingoutofthesea,Ifeelthepullfrombelow.
Itannoysme.Iwanttoshakeitoff.OnthevergeofblendingwiththeuniverseIhearthewhispersaroundtheridgesofconsciousness.Andthatever-so-slighttugholdsmetothefiniteandmortalworldbelow.
Slowly,aswavesrecede,myexpandingspiritshrinksbackintoearthlydimensions—notvoluntarily,becauseIwouldprefertolosemyself,butIampulledfrombelow,backtomyself,intomyself,sothatforjustonemomentIamonthecouchagain,fittingthefingersofmyawarenessintothegloveofmyflesh.AndIknowIcanmovethisfingerorwinkthateye—ifIwantto.ButIdon’twanttomove.Iwillnotmove!
Iwait,andleavemyselfopen,passive,towhateverthisexperiencemeans.Charliedoesn’twantmetopiercetheuppercurtainofthemind.Charliedoesn’twanttoknowwhatliesbeyond.
DoeshefearseeingGod?
Orseeingnothing?
AsIlieherewaiting,themomentpassesduringwhichIammyselfinmyself,andagainIloseallfeelingofbodyorsensation.
