The Center of All Things

Revisiting a visitation from my early teens in which I was taken to the center of the Universe

It isn’t without gravity that I share an experience more profound than most are ready to hear, let alone experience. To say it changed my whole life is putting it lightly. Seemingly coming out of nowhere, I began to have out of body experiences, travels to what I now call the Dark Light, the Clear Light, and the White Light, and paranormal phenomenon surrounding me much of my time, often with others observing the high strangeness alongside me.

But this experience lays at the Center of them All, pun very much intended.

During sleep, one night, I found myself leaving my body, bed, and abode. I rose up and found myself flying out of Earth and into space. For my benefit, I now understand, a ship appeared around me. This ship, even then, was barely material and responded to my thoughts. The walls would disappear when I wanted to see the Solar System and, eventually, the Milky way and other galaxies. The walls would come back when it was time to chat with the three beings who seemed to be guiding me through these travels through space and time. One of them, I knew immediately as Jesus, the other two I felt strong trust and love for, but I was not aware of who they were for many, many years. It was like they were just sort of never “in shot” and somewhat murky our out of focus when they were.

In the ship, flying through space, I was like a child in a galactic candy store. Words will never convey the pure joy and awe overwhelming my consciousness as I saw celestial bodies and nebulous gas clouds aplenty, planets and stars beyond imagination, and countless aeons of time stretched out seemingly to infinity. I was rapt at the “windows” of the ship for the entire ride, barely even asking questions, just awash in the glow of the numinous.

Eventually, as though wonders could not be exhausted, we seemed to move away from most of the mass and light of the larger universe and move out to see the whole thing, as one canvas, from afar. The universe was shaped like an hourglass, with each side of the hourglass rotating in opposite directions, spiraling out from a MASSIVE CENTER.

I called it the Center of All Things. And it was.

Me around the age of 14, circa the events of this writing

This light cluster is so bright the human mind cannot fathom it, so large it is most of the space of the Universe, so mesmerizing and tempting it is impossible to resist.

Every molecule of my Soul, Heart, Mind, and Body wanted NOTHING but to be there….again.

I recognized it as a home I had been homesick for my entire existence, but didn’t know existed.

Every stupid moment of a torturous and debilitating life cried out to be rectified in that light.

But they said we weren’t going there, that I would return some day, and that there was still so much to do on Earth.

So, I trusted them like a toddler trusts their parents and they drew my attention, after I had begrudgingly had my fill of the Center of All Things, back to where we had come from. Wayyyyyyy down in the boonies of one end of the hourglass, in an area that would be the base of the structure, Earth spun within the realm of the Solar System in the Milky Way.

“That’s where you live,” they said.

I was mystified in how far from the center we were and how far we had traveled to be able to see this giant universe as one, singular Unity possessed of a profoundly nourishing center — and then we were suddenly back!

Like we had snapped our fingers to arrive back home, a realization forced its way in: we could have traveled all the way out to the edges of the universe in the same manner….

But they had wanted arranged instead for me to understand the relative distances and to experience the grandeur of that divine center.

No sun holds a candle to it. No massive, star super cluster could even hope to be noticed next to it. There is no parallel to the Center of All Things.

And it worked.

This core experience kept me moving toward embodying the Good, True, and Beautiful in conjunction with the creative life force energy of the Center of All Things even through the darkest and most difficult healing journey, in which I nearly failed many times.

I never did fail completely, though, because something much larger than me —or anyone or anything I had ever encountered — mattered more than all mundane, life experiences combined.

That center pulsed sacred, it called me to it, and I will live and die for it, now and always.

Returning to Earth, first I saw it in blue and green glory, then I saw it with an overlay. The overlay showed a more subtle energy of the Earth’s field and it contained infinite, tiny, rotating portals. They looked like miniature tornadoes if seen from above, just spinning wheels of energy. Packed in, side to side without space between them, the sheer number of them remained uncountable.

“What are those?” I asked, my curiosity not stopping for a moment.

“These each represent a different timeline of your possible life.” They said. “You must choose one to return to.”

Instantly, I felt overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of that decision. How could I possibly evaluate the pros and cons of nearly infinite timelines of my own single life and then know which one to choose to return to?

“Can you help me pick the right one?” I pleaded with them, terrified of the responsibility of the alternative.

“Of course,” they seemed to wink, “What is it you truly want?”

I took a moment to think about what I truly wanted, and it came easily to me: “I just want what’s best for me and for everyone else.”

They seemed to love that response, as though I had done well.

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Now is where things have become a little more clear to me. Relating this story multiple times and places in the past, I talk about how they had then pointed and said, “This one, here,” referring to one of the multitudes of spinning portals, at which point I instantly moved into it and shot down a tube like energy and into this current timeline that I’m now living, albeit it toward the end of this life.

But, yesterday, one of my Guides who accompanied me on that trip, who I did not really know until a few years ago, told me I had misunderstood that moment or misremembered it. And this is where all the difference is made, actually. It is so vital that each and every one of us truly understands what actually happened.

Lao Tsu, my second of three chaperones on this trip, showed me the scene again and asked me to look closer. Current me saw how fourteen year old me asked for help choosing and how the Spiritual Ancestors then asked me what it was I truly wanted. I saw my younger self reflect inward about the nature of my deepest wish for myself. I saw her feel and see within the genuine desire for healing, happiness, and growth for every single being on Earth.

Back then, a single portal made itself obvious and I assumed they were guiding me to it.

But, the guide to the portal was the desire itself.

The wish and its power drew me inexorably toward the timeline that best resonated with the quality of my intention.

No one needed to point to it or draw my attention to it. In every telling, the reason I’ve said that I was instantly sucked into the portal without effort is because that is exactly what happened! NOT because of a conscious choice to choose a specific portal out of the infinite options, but because of a natural law that says like attracts like.

There could have been no other way to choose, to move toward, or to fall into this life, the one I am now living.

In truth, you yourself, reading this right here and now, do not have to leave your body, are not required to move out into the farthest reaches of the Universe, and don’t need to return with a gang of spiritual ancestors in order to jump timelines, either.

Like me, you can simply hold clearly in your heart and mind, with all the emotion of the reality of the imagining, the intention you have for yourself and this world. You can do nothing but move toward the experiences and timelines that match your deepest Will.

It is our responsibility, in fact, to do so.

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I returned at the final moment of this current life. I found myself floating in a futuristic seeming but highly positive city, without a body, and then felt drawn up to the side of a tall city building. Sitting in one of the windows was an old, frail lady who seemed so content and happy, I could hardly understand how. My life had been anything but.

When she looked at me, she saw me, and our eyes met. In that moment, I experienced being her, who was me, at the end of my life, realizing that I was seeing the me that had lived the experience outside of the window many decades prior, and understanding that I would die, now. In that same moment, I also remained experiencing being me circa 1996, floating bodiless after having explored the Universe, simply wondering why I was staring at an old lady who seemed very, very familiar.

Then I flew backward through time, from that year to many years prior, further and further back, knowing the years went from 2020, 2019, 2018 and back and back, all the way back to 1996. As the time flew by me, so too did scenes of my life. None were huge moments or achievements, none were brushes with death or life changing experiences. All of them seemingly contained pointless moments of general relaxation or appreciation. They were just the simple moments of life.

And then I approached my little house and went through the roof into my tiny bedroom and then popped back into my body and woke up, super groggy, wildly mystified at what an exceptionally vivid and detailed dream I had, and wondering what was for breakfast.

It took a few days before I understood that it had not been a dream. I rented a movie from the library that showed me the universe almost exactly like I had seen it, sans the hourglass shape and the majesty of the Center of All Things, but enough to understand I had seen real things that actually exist in the real, physical Universe.

Since that time, the experience has only become more highlighted and underscored with multiple exclamation points as, over time, every single one of those scenes has come to play out and, in the strangest types of de’ja’vu — nothing like the little hints that make you feel you’ve dreamed this before, not even like the drawn out multi-minute experiences where you know exactly what everyone will say and do right before they do it because you have seen it and lived it before — the type that feels like you were looking into an endless fractal of the eternal moment of now, stretched out so that ten million layers of yourself can all converge back into one self, right here and now, on the highest timeline for all of humanity.

Because you did.