New Year’s Eve Vision

Do What Thou Wilt Shall Be the Whole of the Law.

The ground was not as cold against my bare feet as I imagined it might be. I pulled my head deep into my wool hood and felt a picture rising out of the dark. My body began shifting weight of its own accord, and very quickly the picture sharpened.

The globe was an island, the size of a desert island in a comic strip. The sea was the night, the air was the day, and I was an absurd giant, feeling the continents and seas slide by under my feet. Above me, where there might have been blue, there was the expanded galaxy, resplendent with nebulae and stars, tendrils of gas that glowed in every color.

And wheels within wheels rippled out from the earth at my feet, like a medieval map of the heavenly spheres. Over all the circles of our world flew the Raven. And out of each star, there rippled these stepping-stones to the cosmos, inscribed with inscrutable writings.

As the vision faded, my left hand rambled on its own journey, listening to the everyday conversation around it, but performing a strangely involuntary dance of gestures.

The “meaning” of all this is probably something that will clarify gradually, and I’m in no hurry to dissect it all at once.

Love is the Law, Love under Will.