It is visionary fiction that gives
us a stairway upon which we can climb and express what we know deep
within. We see great works of art and it
is as if they are reflections of higher worlds, higher dimensions. Artists
paint upon a canvas, writers write upon a page, but at the top of the stairway
we paint in Light upon the universe and write in words of Light upon the
universe and we take our dominion. As we look up we see the vision, we reach
into our souls and we can connect to that place, that reality.
Francis Bacon (22 January 1561 – 9 April 1626), an English philosopher, statesman,
scientist, jurist, orator, author and concealed poet, said, “All rising to great place is by a winding
stair.” Today we say, “What was that guy
talkin’ about?” But Francis was a
visionary, a very great visionary, and he understood how we evolve.
We can think of good
vs. evil in terms of an upward spiral or a downward spiral, a good choice or a
bad choice, the truth or a deception. There is only one power source in the universe
and it allows downward spirals and wrong choices because it honors free will in
the hopes that we will learn to always fight to spiral up and propel the Light
and defend the Light and love the Light. Energy returns to its source and
its source is perfection and we have to reach up to return to our source and
come home.
But why fight to spiral up? Is it worth it? What will we find at
the top of that stairway? Will we get to the top and find yet another stairway
to climb? Ah, the climb it never monotonous any more than our fractal,
holographic universe is monotonous, any more than “As above, so below” is
monotonous. It is going around in circles that is monotonous. When we are
climbing the spiral we are growing, we are filled with wonder and inspiration,
we are resonating with heaven itself, we are reaching a greater potential, we
are becoming co-creators.
Nicola Tesla said, “To create and
to annihilate material substances, causing them to aggregate in forms according
to his desire, would be the supreme manifestation of the power of Man's mind.
His most complete triumph over the physical world.” In other words, man
would be a creator. But mankind is male and female, Divinity is male and
female, and when man and woman are united in love and balance they reflect their
creator and resonate with their creator and they co-create the spiral together.
In a novel of visionary fiction
written by William and Emma Moore called “The HeartChasers, A Tale of Twin Flames,” we see the freedom of
expression that visionary fiction provides.
Here we have the opening scene:
Meg slept well most nights. Her regular bedtime was 10:30 and she usually got up at
6:00. That night was different. She was awakened at 2:00 a.m. by a dream. A
beautiful being of Light was standing over her. She couldn’t tell if it was a
man or woman. No matter. Light radiated from all sides of the being. The
luminous face was full of love and it wore robes that were as brilliant as
sunshine mirrored on snow. The voice was calm and soothing, but the words it
spoke were a command. “You must wake up. Go downstairs. Look in his briefcase.”
Visionary fiction doesn’t force a
point of view or coerce the reader to believe or accept; it is a story and it
transports the reader to another realm, like a journey with Peter and Wendy to
Neverland. Does it exist? Is it only
imaginary, or if you can imagine it do you link to it somewhere? In “The Heart Chasers” Meg sees the top of the stairway
as represented by the Being of Light, and she must follow her heart in order to
climb. Can she get there? Can she
overcome all that opposes her upward trek?
Sometimes fact and fiction rival each other for sheer wonder. It
is an astronomical fact that Venus orbits 13 times around the sun as Earth
orbits 8 times, creating a beautiful orbital resonance and tracing out a
pentagram in the night sky (See this article). It is
as if they are making love, as if when they create a point on the pentagram
they kiss, or one can imagine that they kiss.
What might “TheHeart Chasers” have to say about what goes on upon Venus when she kisses the earth?
Michael
was silent, feeling himself merge into the stillness as Francis guided him. He
found himself several hundred miles above the Earth. Even though he could see
the planet in great detail, he was standing in a beautiful, translucent meadow,
with waterfalls and nature spirits all around. As he looked at the trees along
the streams, he realized that they were aware of him, that they were looking at
him also. All of nature was aware of his presence, and a feeling of joy and
peace was everywhere. He was standing in a circle with a band of spiritual
beings, and he was one of them. There were 33 in all, including himself. Above
each being was a wondrous sphere of light with smaller spheres of light inside
of it, a beautiful multi-colored jewel. Crystal light was pouring into each
being from the center of each one’s sphere, their Divine source. Where it
connected to their hearts, a trinity flame of blue, pink, and yellow was
shining. The light from each flame flowed into their chakras, causing them to
spin and radiate their light. Each chakra glowed with the light of one of the
concentric spheres. There were three chakras above their hearts, and three
chakras below. There were other bands of spiritual beings in the meadow, one
band for every color of the spheres. Each band was focusing on a specific
color. On top of a hillside there stood Sanat Kumara, the Ancient of Days, and
with him were Lord Maitreya, Gautama Buddha, Jesus, and Mother Mary. Sanat
Kumara gave a signal, and a ring of light came forth above each band of beings.
Michael’s band was focusing on a hue of golden white. As each member of his
band concentrated, light flowed from their chakras and formed a radiant golden
white ring of light above their heads. They willed this to happen in unison,
and as they all focused their attention, the light flowed where they willed it
to flow. The ring of light intensified as it moved clockwise around the circle.
It circulated slowly at first, then faster and faster, until the ring was
dazzling in its glory. When each band had completed their special ring, Sanat
Kumara gave another signal, and the bands floated their rings to another part
of the meadow. As the rings joined together, another signal went forth, and the
bands hurled their rings as one giant spinning wheel toward the Earth. The
wheel was directed to where it was needed most on the planet, with the intent
to raise the vibration of that specific area.
They made several more wheels, each with its own unique destination.
When the mighty labor was done, Michael disappeared from the meadow and came
back to the present moment.
Meg and Michael are each on their
own stairway. Can they align and join?
Is the universe conspiring to bring them together? Meg gets a preview in
the Palace of Twin Flames:
That
night, Meg was swept away by beautiful dreams. She saw herself walking with an
incredible being of Light who was her guide. He was very tall and wore a long
robe of white. They walked around a beautiful mansion with an ornately carved
oak staircase. There was carved wooden trim and beamed ceilings everywhere. The
ceilings must have been 20 feet high, and all of the walls were covered with
portraits of happy couples from the ceiling down to the waist-high wainscoting.
The portraits were all surrounded by golden rococo frames. Many happy people
milled around the mansion, all looking at the portraits. The vibration of the
place was one of complete serenity. Her guide led her to a portrait in a little
cove to the right of a massive staircase. In there she saw a portrait of
herself with a man. She was seated on a chair and had a radiant smile. In that
picture Meg was blissfully happy, released from all of her earthly burdens and
worries. The man stood behind her with his hand on her shoulder. His vibration was
soothing, but his face was not visible while her guide stood in the way. Meg
kept jumping to the left and to the right, trying to see around the guide, but
he was too quick for her. He lifted his hand slowly, making a smooth motion and
a shadow came over the man’s face. It was meant to be hidden from her.
When the visionary fiction author
brings down his or her story all benefit from the creative effort, all are able
to connect and travel to that place and discover a higher realm, a higher
truth. “What is truth?” Pilate asked. Truth
is that which is more beautiful than we can ever imagine, and the truth is what
visionary fiction is reaching for. We use our imagination, that image generator
within that illustrates what we feel and know and as we do we rise to that
great place.
William Moore
