Nocturnal Journey

There is a place only you know how to get to.
There is a place filled with clues, with riddles, and with answers.
There is a place that mimics reality, or perhaps, it is more real than our reality.
We have it all backwards… We think that we are awake when our eyes are open, but that is when we are most asleep.

Every night, I travel to a different place. Every night, I have a moment with myself. This is a momеnt for each of us to be alone, in pеace, with ourselves, how it was all in the beginning and how it will all be in the end. We return to our essence.

You are about to journey into a place of mystery, uncharted territory, where a language of riddles is spoken. I want to understand my own language. I want to understand myself.

I want to know why I'm here.

Are you ready to have a conversation with yourself?

Maybe you will find some clues or even some answers tonight.

Keep your eyes open, even if your eyelids are shut.

There is a delicate golden string that ties us to the past and to the future. It is the umbilical cord we never lost, it shapeshifts and emerges from within, to connect us to others and to ourselves. It is a rope ladder tied to your lips, falling behind your throat into the caverns of your body, guiding you to this place of your own.

As we descend into this portal within ourselves, a dim light shining behind your closed eyelids gradually shrinks you into a subatomic level.

Embrace the unknown.

No longer confined by the limits of your skin, you drop behind your eyes, down your throat, sliding, splashing like a liquid light on everything you glide by… You stream throughout your body; you are a potent naval wave pushed by a circular flow of air currents, driving you. You ebb and flow, stretching, running laps around your bloodstream, visiting every organ, every cell of your body, checking in with gratitude and care. As you navigate the geography of your body, you sift in as you finally reach the core, the warmest place within you, the very center of your being.

It is a vacuum. You can no longer see but you can sense something familiar, a luminous outline, your own template, mirroring your own image .

Is there a frown? A grin? What are you trying to tell yourself? Your human senses begin to go numb. Your muscles sink deep, your body becomes heavy and weightless all at once. Is there a tear? Excitement? Is there fear or euphoria? There is a bit of everything. Actually, there is a lot… Intensity. This is real. This is as real as your day in “reality”. This is part of your experience, equally, if not more important than your everyday life, and this is all yours.

Your twin, traced in that glimmering outline, shrinks to a tiny spark, a particle that quickly vanishes like a firefly, flying off within that vast vacuum in your core. It seduces you with its magnetic cadence and you follow, you follow, drifting away, as you descend down, down, down…

The cycle will begin.

Everyone sleeps, but not everyone dreams.

Some of us dream, but fewer of us live within our dreams.

Blur from reality into something greater, cosmic, intangible…

This is your chance. This is your opportunity to extend your life.

Expand your experience. Focus all of your attention and intention.

The wind is gentle tonight. A subtle breath pushes you forward, towards the spark, the elusive firefly, caressing you with inaudible whispers.

You fall deeper and deeper. Don't lose yourself. Don't lose track of the firefly.

Allow it to show you the source.

Show me the source. Show me the source.

You're absorbed by a black sphere of nothingness ahead of you; be fearless.

This is a realm that can be wonderful and haunting; it can destroy your image of self just as it can heal you. It is a land of second, third, infinite chances… It is a land of melancholy, of those who are gone, of those who never were, and of those who will be. It is the land of your ancestors, of life, light, death, the possible and the impossible.

Here you might have that conversation you haven't been able to have yet. You might smell a familiar perfume that strings you to an event you will encounter in the near future. You might manifest your greatest wishes. You might return from this journey with a sense of hope.

This world is only mine, only yours, yet connected to everyone else, to a collective experience. We are a tiny spark within the monstrous humanity. Everything exists: the goodness, the beautiful, the raw, the intense, the obscure…

Through a window, you hear the voice of an ancestor, chanting flesh-like, guttural mantras. It is the song of your bloodline, echoed through time, yearning to remain in you across realms. This vigorous, oscillating voice, smooth as silk, won't conform to what is being narrated. It listens, but it flows on its own, making strings vibrate, exploring, pushing the boundaries and resonating throughout this world.

Find yourself in peace with your reality. Find yourself alive in this world of yours. Find fulfillment in the world of dreams.

Find something and bring it with you. Learn something and let it help you.

This is your void. Embrace it. Embrace the unknown. Embrace the possibilities. Embrace the resonance.

Tonight, I will travel… and resonate.