
This article is a summary of spiritual events which I have experienced over the last few months.
April 16th, 2025.
I am on retreat. I sit, watching the speaker talk.
From outside, the light shines in through the window, illuminating the room.
It is as if the light is a substance, like water.
The speaker is both a source of this light, and within it. Like a buoy producing its own ocean.
I am the same.
We participate in the light in the same fashion.

April 20th, 2025.
I am sitting, listening to music.
A lyric in the song prompts a vision. I see a person, surrounded by many others, standing in the beam of a spotlight from the sun. The brief image ends after a few moments.
Within my chest light begins to shine through.
A ray of light from some distant point connects with the light at my heart.
Looking out along this ray, I see a distant star blazing brightly as the source of this light.
The space between me and the star fogs over slightly, and it is as if I am looking through three panes of glass, creating holographic images.
The glass closest to the star reflects the star the most, with myself as just a faint ghost image within it.
The glass closest to me reflects me the most, with the star a pale image of its brightness.
The glass at the midpoint between me and the star reflects us equally, such that its image is superimposed on my own, with myself made of light, and an unimaginably brilliant point at my heart.
The beam of light penetrates all three panes of glass as if they were not there. Its center is the brightest possible light you could see. Its exterior is a twisting rainbow of colors that flow down its length.

June 1st, 2025.
I am sitting on my living room couch.
In an instantaneous moment, I am the recipient of more information that my mind can process at once. It is a singular point of brilliance and wonder, consuming all within its reality.
Over the next uncounted period of time, my mind wanders through that which was given. The understanding was already present, but it as if this immediate point of knowledge rolls about on itself, unfolding, like a torus pouring outward from its center to wrap itself around its own edges. It is one thing, timeless and unchanging, but as it unwraps individual details are presented in a changing fashion:
One splits into an overlapping two, which split into an overlapping three.
The internals of the overlapping three form a flower petal-like pattern. This pattern spreads out.
The pattern is then reflected downward twice, and below that is a singular reflection of the whole thing as one.
The central reflected line is a brilliant white, with a rainbow of colors along the reflected edges.

Each petal reflects the entirety of the whole as well.
This tree of petals is a map of myself, and also contained within myself.
And I am within every point upon it.
And within me is also the reflection of every lesser division and subset of reflections.
And I am within every part of them.
Wholeness and singularity highlighted through apparent division, reflection, and recursions.
Each point of apparent separation containing the whole and contained within the whole.
The One within All within One. Every point of division as a participatory exploration of the singleness.
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