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SECOND IN A SERIES OF ESOTERIC EXPERIENCES

Thoughts and feelings are the hardest of all things to write about. This one is about coming unhinged in time.

THE SEVEN LAYER CAKE

This account of a simple, singular, incident, occurred when I was approaching the age of seven. It will barely qualify as a short story; because there just isn’t enough to it at all. It consists merely of walking from our garage, through the kitchen door, past the kitchen, past mother and the dining room, to the living room. All the while I was pondering very deep thoughts that were way above the head of a seven year old child. I asked my mother an unanswerable question while she was fast at work, and oh, so focused on beating the batter of my birthday cake, planning a different colored layer for each year of my life.)

The question was, "Mother, how long has the world been here?" This was quite a question for a mother who was rhythmically hand-beating the batter for a very special cake. Her answer was an instantaneous, "Forever.....and ever......and.... ever". saying "forever" at every down-stroke of the beater. She kept concentrating on the batter without missing a beat. She was in her own world, and I was in mine, as so often was the case

I walked a few steps into the living room, still pondering the deep thoughts of a thing without a beginning or an end that went on and on and on. ” The only thing I could think of for comparison was a water well. Mother was always warning me about falling into a well! She always added the feigned fear factor that I’d never be seen again because the well was a bottomless pit, and went on and on and on without an end.

It always bothered me when mother made references to things that were forever and ever without end; this day was no different. After pondering that thought over and over in my mind, I seemed to suddenly be going into very slow motion, which brought on the momentary feeling of becoming unhinged in time; a feeling of being afloat in space, so to speak, and unstuck from all normal life going on around me at the time. For seconds I became a free floating entity; unhinged from all that is, so to speak. Even though it lasted only moments in time, it was a most shattering experience, the memory of which lasted long after, and left quite an imprint on my mind.

I have never before this moment in time tried to put all this into words, and find, as I'm attempting to do so that it isn't at all easy. It's is an almost impossible feat to even struggle to do so. [Struggle being the key Word here.} I think it may have laid the ground work for other similar experiences that would follow in my later life as the years went on.

Zen enthusiasts strive for this nirvana-like experience, sometimes for entire lifetimes, and yet, many never succeed in achieving what I did that day. They strive to reach it, I didn’t! It just happened spontaneously to me. As a child, I didn’t even know a thing such as this existed. It was quite disconcerting for me at the time.

Today, The Dali Lama and I could sit down on the ground with legs crossed yoga style and have a nice chat about those few nana second moments, and somehow, I feel he wouldn’t even raise an eyebrow. He would smile his familiar smile, and have a knowing look on his bright face at the same time.

As I got older I became interested in Zen, Quantum Physics, and the works of Carl Jung and some other eccentric writers. Those studies answered some of my questions about what happened to me that November day in Pleasant Grove Texas, and although it really sounds like a stretch, that is exactly how it unfolded. To even attempt to explain feelings such as these is nigh on impossible, and in the trying, it is like making "a mountain out of a molehill." I

know these renditions of my unusual happenings may be unbelievable to some, and yes, "Much Ado About Nothing" to others, but friends urge me to write more stories about this side of my life. I found when I taught non accredited classes at the community college on these subjects, the classes were always full.

I’ve mentioned before the delicate state of my health, and, in fact, just came home from the hospital. All the more reason for my urgent feelings that I not only need to write them down for my family, butneeded to send them out as Foxtales as well, I talk myself in and out of sharing them with the world. I’m not 100% sure it’s the right thing to do even now, but I’ve gone out on a limb many times before, and I want to write them down before my long term memory becomes unclear. Lol. So here goes.

Blessings….‘Til next time

Sandra Simmons Fox
aukey@sbcglobal.com


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