The Path of Enlightenment

A through-composed Novel by Christopher Moors

7. Seven days after the third Tuesday of the second month, Zoshu got mad. He was frustrated over the tendency for things to coagulate into conclusions when in fact anything is possible! Waa used to beat him over the head for such ignominy. Of course Woo used to do the same to Waa and so forth back through history…through time and space. Truth is, always was, and always will be One.

Z decided to take a walk around his neighborhood and let the trees be his guide. How they twisted and turned! After nightfall their inner being would express itself and Z could see who they truly were inside…great gods of the Earth. Singing the melody of Love, they dance in the breeze and bask in the whistle of the birds.

Z lay down under the nearest oak in the park just a few blocks from where he used to be. It was a lazy day for everybody, so Z allowed himself to drift off under the watchful rays of our father who art in the heavens, Sol the Sun. Soon Z too was floating with the breeze. Soaring like an eagle he flew higher and higher.

From on high he saw what looked like a cosmic university. Coming to rest in the center of the circle in the middle of the campus, Z fell to his knees and thanked God for Life. Soon he saw a tunnel appear and a vision of his own self from 5 years in the future approaching him mind to mind. “Stay on the Path. Though it may be hard, you are on the right course,” he said to himself. Z leapt up and attempted to run from that place.

He found that his legs were heavy and no matter how hard he willed himself forward, his pace got slower and slower. Not much later he was pushed back into the body as he felt a tremendous weight upon his chest. He tried to scream but he couldn’t make a sound. Knocking filled the room and inwardly he began to pray to Jesus. “Save me Jesus! Help me Jesus! Get this monster off of me.” Just when Z thought he was going to die of suffocation the energy ebbed and he woke up.

He looked around the room and things seemed normal, but there were remnants of a foul energy in the air. Z jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror and tore at his face. Soon it started melting off. Z panicked and gasped as he prepared to die.

Brought to a true waking state by the ringing of church bells in the neighborhood, Z realized that he awoke from one dream into another. Looking around the room once more, he wondered if this too was unreal. What is real anyway? At no moment is anything solid. It just vibrates so fast that it appears to be.