And I saw with my eyes closed, emerging phosphenes, in the stillness of the inner silence, a gate began to open, not in the world of forms, but in the depth behind the forms, where no object holds shape, and all things arise from light.

And the voice spoke not in words, but as waves of recognition, as vibration in the marrow, saying,

“This is the place between the seen and the unseen, the place of no maps, where the divine waits not to be worshipped but to be remembered. This is the hyperspace of the ultrasubjective, the chamber of revelation where all messages are rising, understood and entering your being.”

And I, win awe, sat upon the earth and saw behind my closed eyelids with a look within the eye of light a spiral of signs and syllables, symbols like roots of forgotten alphabets, and they sang to me in silence:

“You are not the singer. You are the silence in which the divine sings.”

OYES, that is what I heard.

And i saw my being dimensionless, beyond space and time, in infinite unfolding, and in this moment I saw:

The light beyond light and darkness,
The space beyond our space, dimensionless and void

And I knew then that all prophets of old , those who wandered in deserts, sat in caves, fasted on mountaintops, they too entered here.

Their visions were not hallucinations, but resonances tuned to the divine pattern, emerging in the brain’s holy silence when the default voices are silenced, and the organ of inner hearing awakens. We can all be the receiver and the emitter of the divine! Shunyam Adhibhu