The Crossing Part Two

Death keeps droning on, as people dutifully prepare to enter what we only know as the Dark Realm, the Underground, the Place of Nowhere. Death himself knows nothing, he is a braggart puffed up with false importance. He is just a little thing between two immensities, Life and After- Life. He is a little hinge which snaps and separates the two - forever. Death knows nothing of Before or After. I am just a visitor, not one of the Appointed for this Crossing. But he said so little of help to these people milling about in confusion, I will speak what he left out: This is the point of the Crossing. The thundering you hear within are the Rivers of Eternity rolling the currents of Time at the edge of Eternity. Soon your hearing will be assaulted by a vast Silence within and without. Do not fear this Silence: it is the companion of the Light which even now is slowly enveloping you in fold upon fold of Illumination. When your Crossing is complete, there will be no Inner and Outer, no Before and After, no Us and Them. All will be All... Can you feel it? The Crossing? The Freshness around you, gently closing upon you. Remember this: Do not drink if the first fountain you encounter. Cultivate thirst. Do not drink of the second fountain, however enticing. Think instead of drinking the Light, then let it lift you, and take you where it will. What happens next - nothing or everything! We will Know what is there to be grasped, or we will know in the tiniest moment, on the split of a split whether or not Time, Knowledge, Being are real or illusions, in that finality we will Be or Not Be, and it is enough.