XI ~ The Final Breath
Ewian looked back on his life. The memories of the INCEPTION were almost completely faded, only the feeling of innocence was still present.
It was this sensation as a child that gave him the courage to embark on a journey INTO THE UNKNOWN in order to find a relic that should free every living being from suffering. Years later he found it. The moment between the relief and the dark premonition that he had been away too long – the INTERLUDIUM – hit him unprepared.
Unwittingly he had opened the BOX OF PANDORA – and the price of the long absence was the birth of a second self.
From then on both parts fought for supremacy. This inner conflict tore him apart. The voices in his head, both THE SWEET ONES and THE EVIL ONES, were strong in those days.
It took another while until he realized that this brokenness also offered potential.
Thereupon Ewian created the VAST, a Visual Audio Sensory Theater, inspired by the beauty of the connection between music and mathematics, modulated by the pure, unaffected mind which was still present from the INCEPTION.
The VAST was the key to change. He learned to accept himself with all strengths and weaknesses, and he learned to esteem the inherent uniqueness of himself and all other creatures.
Encouraged by this insight, he was carried away by the notion of love as an abstract concept – an unconditional acceptance of things.
In order to achieve this, it had been necessary to detach himself from his present self awhile. It was necessary to DROWN TO LIVE. And he DROWNed.
Separated from his former self he drifted in the VASTness, imbued with a feeling of endless silence and mere peace. The BEAUTIFUL LIE about the old world vanished – it was a SALVATION.
Freed from this lie, he was ready to unfold his full potential to create a new world without sorrow, death, doubts and limits. A life without deficiencies, a LIFE which was UNCUT.
He felt so cared. With every second he forgot more and more his old world in the same vein when he started his journey INTO THE UNKNOWN as a child. But this time it was different.
He had total control about this realm and it gave him a feel of unrestricted power. The laws of the universe known to us were not valid here.
Ewian probably would have stayed there forever if he had not heard a strange voice from afar one day. It was like the singing of a Siren – inescapable.
The only chance to find out the origin of this voice was to leave his beloved realm. So he took a FINAL BREATH and DROWNed again to LIVE.
When he returned anew to the world of lie, Ewian was angry. The time of endless creativeness was over and he was not sure if there ever would be a way back. His PARADISE was LOST.
To this day he did not know where the voice came from, but he was infinitely grateful to her.
It had helped him out of his delirium and catapulted him back into real life. Ewian knew he would never be able to bathe in bliss forever again, but he was just grateful for every second of it.
Henceforth he could see and feel it everywhere in the small things of life.
And so it ended. We are in the here and now with this story. My story. I feel ready for the final step – whenever it may come.