Suddenly she was pulled from the illusion of her body, from the illusion of her ego, hurling past and through dimension after dimension, universe after universe, beyond all illusions of space and time, past everything and nothing, past consciousness itself, to the sourceless source, the beginningless beginning, endless ending, to the absolute that was LOVE, there she looked out over her infinite masterpiece of creation and admired the sublime beauty of what she had imagined into being. She awoke back in body and ego dazzled by her fantastical dream, but she couldn’t escape the nagging feeling that the dream was real and “this” that she called reality was dream. Somewhere in the depth her soul she knew that nagging feeling in her heart was in fact the truth, she was, all is, but the imagining of absolute LOVE…