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.