Reflections & Shadows: Are They the Reality?

The candle light flickered in the early morning breeze, dancing about whichever way the breeze blew.  At times the flame looked singular and others it appeared to be split down the middle causing me to question whether there was more than one light burning.

I gazed at the flame as it danced in the breeze and closing my eyes I expected to see the light flickering but did not.  Instead the dark coloured legs of the glass table upon which it stood appeared as pure white light.  I could clearly see the dark frame of the table top that housed the glass upon which the candle stood, and the connecting legs of the table.  All of these were pure white light, whereas the glass top of the table and the flickering flame of the candle were no where to be seen.

Of course I thought, “This can’t be right,” recalling early years of Yoga and going back to the first time I had gone through the exercise of sitting quietly, staring at a burning candle, then closing my eyes, as the instructor guided the glass, I did see the candle flame very clearly..  It started as a tiny dot of light and ultimately I saw the complete flame, with eyes closed.  It was as “real” as when my eyes were open; there being no difference.

Then my Spirit revealed to me, now at this time, when I expected to see I did not and what I expected not to see, I did – that what I thought was light was darkness and what I thought was darkness was light.  It was as though I had everything backwards; upside down and inside out.

Looking across the balcony upon which I sat, the early morning sun blazed through the tiny clouds in the horizon, and I saw a reflection on the opposite wall.  The reflection, as we all know appears as a darkness outlined by the light.  And again a thought so totally unrealistic to what I have known, was that the shadow was more real than that which the sun reflected!

Taking it a step further I recalled in my minds eye a stroll down a street, sun at my back and looking to the left I saw my shadow walking along with me.  I questioned, “Who am I; the person walking or the shadow?”

Reflections, I now ask, which is real, the me I thought was real or the reflection beside me on the sidewalk?

Looking up at the sky dotted with tiny clouds, seeing dancing dots as I often do, of light interspersed in what I was looking upon, seeing birds flying overhead, the thought came to me that even the birds were not real, but were simply openings in the light and energy that is in fact the only reality; gaps as it were that allowed the darkness in; tiny cracks in reality that formed shapes of things, like those that I call birds.

Am I crazy, how long has humanity been out of its mind and blind?  Has anyone besides me seen or thought or heard these things?  Is the world and reality as I know it really not it at all – but something totally opposite; the flip side of the coin….an illusion?

Am I the light and what I see – including me – but a crack in the energy, the spiritual that is that allows tiny particles of darkness to creep in forming shapes, giving the illusion that what is seen with the naked eye is the reality and what is seeing is not the reality.

Going further even now as I write, looking at the words on this page; are they real or are they but darkness in the energy of the page piercing through, forming shapes?  What is the reality of these shapes called words, or even the page upon which they are at this very moment being typed?

Conclusively at this point in time (what is time) I am thinking that I have no true concept of what is real and what is unreal. Is it the candle light dancing in the breeze, or is it the breeze itself, the energy particles with gaps allowing darkness to seep through?

Is the reflection of me the real me; a reflection composed of pure energy that is surrounded by what I perceive to be light, what is light but is not?  No wonder mankind spends millions trying to figure out who he is; seeking from the blind leading the blind.

The answers are within and what is without is a reflection of what I perceive to be a reality….but perhaps is not.