Approaching Light
In the new restored earth people could stand the heat of the sun only underneath vaults of glass. The entire planet had become a greenhouse and the atmosphere was hidden inside it, in a glass bulb. Dark buildings were replaced by translucent ones made of a mixture of thick glass, aluminum and selenite crystals, to deflect the intense sunlight. The refracted rays were captured by huge solar panels and transformed into energy. The electromagnetic field that kept the glass jar over the planet reduced the gravity inside it, so people could easily jump around, reaching heights beyond tens of meters in the air; they could move in slow motion from one place to another, horizontally, vertically and every other diagonal combination. Movements became a mixture of horizontal and vertical directions, multiple ellipses in the air. Having bodies that didn't feel as heavy as they used to be made everything seem a huge fishbowl.
The human body, along with every matter made of atoms and cells, became less dense and more flexible, as a consequence of electromagnetic field reducing gravity on the planet. Atoms turned less and less rigid. Everything moved faster and faster, becoming more fluid. The speed of sound, light and thoughts increased to the point of becoming intertwined rivers flowing in all directions. As a consequence, perception changed drastically: things were not dependent on fixed surface visions anymore. Eyes could detect more subtle vibrations of various frequencies in colorful particles, in many layers at a time. Everything had depth and everything was in motion. People's faces and bodies were a mixture of changing colors and lights. They would recognize each other by energy, moving around as fields of auras. Health was easier to maintain, since the body was no longer an opaque gathering of rigid cells, but a bright, moving flow of light.
A story about the energy of the planet and life in general was known through huge screens advertising happiness in many forms and many places in the universe. The story was the same, running over and over in holograms and colorful flashes of light, reflecting through the translucent walls of the spiral buildings, towers going up, sideways or horizontally, in tunnels of unbreakable glass:
“In the beginning there was light. And light was energy that needed to move. It started spinning in a vortex that gradually expanded and spread the energy across the space. The division generated shadows. Energy took the forms of the main elements, some fluid and flexible, some more dense and rigid. A part of the intense burning pieces are seen today as light. Everything is mixed with light and shadow. The light is the essence, the shadow is the effect of the broken unity that turned into a constant fight. The individual pieces of light are seeking to get back to absolution, so a part of the ethereal remains attach to material forms. Life learned to swim, to crawl, to fly, to walk and finally attempted to recreate the initial circle by joining the scattered pieces together. Speed will continue to increase. Movement will continue to expand. Light will continue to intensify as we are becoming more and more what we really are. Perfection seems the aim in the end, but the beginning and the end are the same thing. We are the remains and the creation of the initial circle of light. We are its future and its past. The time will come when we can see the pieces become a powerful mirror of infinity. Each day we are growing stronger. With each new day we take one more step towards the absolute affirmation of who we are in our essence. What exists will return to itself and the universe will reinforce its consciousness, completing the journey.”
The most threatening danger for the planet remained the overheating from the glass vault. Speed, atoms and energy created a field of heating power that intensified under the glass globe. Sunlight was filtered through thick translucent shields, and yet the temperatures kept increasing. From the outside, the planet was a ball of speeding lights, millions of miniature solar systems inside it, atoms and layers of energy, sparkling fireflies glistening underneath the reflections of the glass vault, shining under the blazing rays of the growing sun. The negative energy could be seen more obviously in clouds of diffuse, indistinct mixtures of slow motion waves, smeared colors that flowed around like smoke. Some people's energy was filled with such clouds, obstructing the light within them and colliding with one another on a lower level of motion. Sometimes, parts of these clouds gathered in bigger heaps of darkness that floated around the planet, disturbing the balance of many energy fields of whoever was exposed to the touch of the clouds.
There were hurricanes and tornadoes that would blow away and destroy whatever was in their path.
Hyper met Harmony during one of those hurricanes.
Everyone had to hide during the storms. The dust and millions of particles from electrically charged negative energy were deadly to any life form that had the density and flexibility resulting in fluidity and possibly disintegration by mixing with atoms that were unfavorable to life. In previous eras it would be considered radiation, but science had evolved to a larger perspective, adding new details about energy fields and magnetic interaction. There were many ways in which storms could damage life. People who were caught within the turbulence by accident would simply disappear, their bodies being scattered and integrated in the clouds.
Hyper was an enthusiastic and highly active combination of brightness, persistence and visionary thinking. He could jump ahead of others and see through situations to the essence of things.
At that moment, Hyper was in the crowd, in a river of rushing auras. He kept jumping up, out of the flooded space, to a level where he could reach the entrance into glass tunnels that led to shelter against storms and hurricanes. His sharp vision noticed Harmony on the edge of the entrance, scrutinizing the mass of atoms that was already getting darker by the minute, in a swirl of dust and clouds. Harmony stood there, an intense expansion of shiny understanding and balanced determination, rising above the waves of cloudy negativity in the chaos that preceded the storm. Hyper glanced through the turmoil of gray dust, ignoring the irritating stinging pieces of negative particles that floated everywhere around. The negative particles were gathering on his feet, dragging him to the ground, like a swarm of wasps. Whoever got covered and engulfed by the negative dust could not jump anymore and would remain at a lower level, unable to rise above, eventually being disintegrated by the storm. Hyper was aware that with every second the negative particles got stuck in thicker layers around his feet, so he needed to find a way out of that hurricane immediately. He could see someone on the edge of the glass entrance. But there was more than an aura he could envision. He distinguished within her a scenery of immense serenity and brightness, like a horizon of sunlight over a field of flowers. The clarity of the sky, the peacefulness and joy of the entire universe that unfolded before his eyes remained unseen by the crowd. Harmony was, at that moment, another universe that could shine brightly on the brink of disaster. Her eyes glimmered intense and beautiful, with the power of constellations, revealing the mysterious reflection of a light as eternal and deep as the universe. She noticed Hyper's direct stare, flashing like electrical lightning. He was becoming pale blue and white, the hurricane approaching him at high speed, in a roar of thunder. The entrance was closing its vault from upside down. In that fraction of a second, Hyper jumped again and Harmony extended a hand to catch him. The hand was made of shiny atoms, sparkling warmly and surrounded by an aura of golden waves. He touched the transparent fingers, their hands bonding instantly, melting colors that changed their glow, gaining brightness.
The touch sent a wave of golden brightness through his energy field. The negative particles scattered off his feet as dust. He felt suddenly free and light. He rose by her side, at the level of the glass platform. As soon as he slipped beyond the entrance to the glass tunnel, the door slammed shut and its walls became a flow of complementary hues, spreading in all directions. Still holding her hand, he found himself so close to Harmony that he almost embraced her, while their energy fields were forming a sphere of moving atoms around them. He could see her heart beating, a little bundle of energy, a bright sun sending rivers of light through her. It was fascinating to watch the flow of light sparkle in the dim glass tunnel. Hyper and Harmony stood there together, amazed to see how easily they could merge into one powerful force. There was something magical in the way their atoms danced around each other, energizing themselves in magnetic flowing colors, spreading and rising in the air, spinning joyfully and forming a new color that reflected their sudden elation of finding themselves together. The moment was unexpected, yet it seemed right. For some reason, they knew it was favorable to find each other.
“Thank you for noticing me”, he spoke. “How did you do it? I was lost in a cloud of dust.”
“You were rising above the clouds. Your eyes shot electric beams through the storm. It was impossible not to notice you.”
“I had to jump, or I would be disintegrated. You stood on the edge, in a field of flowers.”
“There's no field of flowers here.”
“That's what I saw. You are the field, the universe and the stars.” Harmony smiled.
“That's interesting, because I saw stars and galaxies in your eyes too. I saw the flash of a blue supernova, searching for a way across the chaos, as if from very far away. Actually, I got here because of you. I saw your eyes look in this direction, to the entrance. I was also lost in the cloud of dust and I didn't know where to go. Your eyes looking at this entrance were like the beam of a lighthouse. You know those towers that used to signal to ships in the heavy era? Your eyes showed me the way just like that. It happened that I got here before you, because you were so much farther.”
“My name is Hyper. I come from far away indeed... I come from beyond the hurricane.”
“Nice to meet you, Hyper. I'm Harmony.”
“Yes, indeed. Your name describes you exactly.”
“It does. So what do we do now?”
“We wait for the storm to pass.”
They advanced in the tunnel. As they moved together, the glass around them reflected their auras and the sparkling atoms that enlightened the space. The tunnel led to a vaulted terrace, high above the city. The glass shield offered a view of the entire storm. Hyper and Harmony stood there, watching the chaos outside, in a world that had become a dusty cloud of smoke and tornadoes.
“What do you think will happen to this planet?” Hyper wondered.
Harmony was looking outside in silence. She had that certain silence that seemed to conceal an answer. It was implicitly there, already obvious. Her aura was glowing in a light that resembled eternal knowledge. She stood there and her presence had a meaning that connected the dots in his mind. He felt instantly fascinated by her astonishing apparition, in contrast with what was going on outside. That she existed in such a troubled world seemed miraculous. He had seen many people with bright colorful auras, yet dusty and mixed with negative particles, but hers was simply harmonious to the extent of being clearly inspiring.
There were moments when the world seemed to end, turning into something else. Life was increasing speed in everything, with each day. The negative side was gaining intensity and power at the same time with light. The earth was subtly resembling a darkened sun while the energy of matter was struggling to become as bright as light. The storms of dust were scattering atoms everywhere. It was getting harder to maintain balance and stay in the light.
As they were looking out of the glass tunnel, the buildings had started to break into pieces and disintegrate in the air. The tornado was sweeping the surface of the earth. Glass, dust and shiny atoms were rising in the air.
“Is this the end?” Hyper wondered, as the sharp hurricane was getting closer to the terrace where they stood, behind the transparent shield.
He didn't feel afraid. He was curious and observant. The intense beating of his heart was not anxiety, but anticipation. Harmony remained calm, contemplating the inevitable.
“Every end is a new beginning”, she said confidently. “It will become something better, very soon. Life cannot end. It's eternal.”
Hyper had thought about that moment many times before. He remembered having dreams that could not be explained.
“I sometimes dream of strange visions: a future of higher possibilities and changes that cannot be understood by the world at this moment in time. I see it evolve beyond imagination. I see humans become energy and light. I see the universe turn into a higher consciousness. Yet we are so small right now. Do you think we are inspired to know what can happen in advance? Is this what will become of us?”
“I think we have the information in our cells. We only have to access the source of it all. We may be small now, but we're not insignificant. The universe is hiding within us.”
Harmony was serenely waiting for the outcome. It was as if she had expected it to happen. Hyper suddenly realized there was something he knew about that moment. There was something he had seen, something he had searched for. At that certain point when everything was breaking apart, things suddenly had a new meaning. He looked at Harmony as if he had already envisioned the absolute light around them. He suddenly realized time was an endless illusion. They were as they had always been. They had become who they really were. They had arrived at the essence of themselves, just as the universe was returning to itself, completing the circle. Hyper understood why he had searched for her so many times in immemorial experiences before: she was the answer to who he was. And he was the question she had waited for. They both were the essence of life, and that was ultimately more than enough.
“I'm sure we've met before”, he told her. “Somehow I recognize you. I don't know how to explain it, but I'm sure we'll find each other again in the future. This is not our last day in the universe. There's something we're meant to find together.”
She didn't seem surprised, as if it was something she already felt and knew.
“If you think we'll meet again, it's probably true. We are, after all, the mirror of each other”, Harmony said, as if looking into his mind. “The past and the future are just in our heads. We create and recreate this story endlessly. What we are is what we are going to become. We're already there now, since the future is what we imagine.”
They looked at each other as the glass shield before them was dissipating into shiny, stingy atoms, and the electromagnetic storm was enveloping the planet.
Hyper and Harmony were still there. They were in the light. And the light was life.