We were in a remote region of the Sahara. Where long haired animals rummed the streets offering milk and company to strangers. They were allowed to walk free and seek shelter anywhere from the powerful sun of the zone.
Light brown long hair animals with very think coats were protected from the sunlight to avoid overheating by placing a heavy carpet with beautiful embroilment over their backs and they were happy.
Inside the palace we drank tea and fruits while we learned from each other the art of Being. "Why everything is?" I kept questioning myself?
"The secret", my aunt said "is in itself. The fact that it exists is proof of what made it happen."
"How?" I asked. "That's for you to unravel" she said and left me wondered in immense pool of questions, surrounded by people who knew me better than I knew myself as I played with my toys of consciousness in an unconscious world of many passages, rooms and towers.
We were all family in one degree or another. We knew perfectly each other. We knew where we came from and why we were here. What we didn't know was what we'd we choose to become and where we'd be choose to go.
Some of them were playing the existence game, living the moment in pretending they didn't know the end. "Juega tu juego de azar, mientras te entretenga y seas feliz." I kept thinking to myself as I see them submerge their minds in eternal games with same endings all the time. They won... I lost.
They looked at me with amusement, why would I choose to adventure into the dark corners of the mind, trying constantly to unravel the secrets of the universe? For a possible easier existence, more interesting, more flavourful? Who knows.
It's as if I knew the taste of mango has more to it than just the juice and the sugars and the delicious meat full of fibres of a mango. As if I knew there was a reason for that specific flavour to exist and I wanted to discover what that reason was. So I asked my questions. First to myself, then to others, then to all. Why are we here? Who am I? Why do we love? Why do we live? Why do we die?
I kept asking, running from corner to corner meeting family and friends willing to share some knowledge. The lamp of wisdom was lighted and I needed to read from its flame. I had chosen to be me. But why?
"The secret is on the top of the pyramid, from there 'The All Seeing Eye' looks down and becomes IT... that is the answer you're looking for." I heard someone say."Trust that you know as you know.
Trust that you see as you see."
One second I was in darkness, the next one crying with joy. "I know, I know" I began to shout to all my people. "I know, Dark Matter is consciousness, of course is there but is not there because IT hasn't chosen to become all Mater, only the part that it's needed to experience itself, to become self-aware".
I cried with tears and laughs, messing with their games and interrupting their programs. My family worried and became annoyed but in their 'not-understanding' understood why did I behave the way I did. They knew I was being myself and so, they let me be me.
Then, I approached my cousin. She was alone playing a board game with complete disinterest in front of the TV, and I came closer. She looked at me and say "now what do you want?".
"I know this fruit choose at some point in its life to become a fruit, and produced sweet juice for all to enjoy" I said. "So?" My cousin instantly added. "Well, if the fruit has the conscience to choose it existence so do we and that proves that everything we experience is of your own choosing. Since you are only experiencing yourself. However, we humans, as a self- conscious organism, we got the power to choose again if you don't like your reality or we have outgrown the reality. A fruit cannot. It needs to die in its current reality to choose a new form of reality. We humans can Change everything!. We can choose whenever we want and need a different reality and Change it. That is Dark-Matter. That's why nobody can see it because there's no-thing to see. It is the consciousness of IT all. That what you may call God, that's what I choose to call LOVE. That is what holds everything together. That is it"
And in a wormhole of time and space I found myself lying in my bed awakening from a dream that told me the reality of my existence and I woke up to another day. Today is 20th of September 2013, 5:33am.
GOT MILK?
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