AND THEN I WOKE UP . . .
And then I woke up. Disoriented. I knew I had been somewhere far away, some mysterious place. A classroom somewhere?
A classroom. I was in a classroom learning . . . Learning . . . Learning some secret knowledge? Is it because it was secret knowledge that I don’t remember what I learned? Why learn secret knowledge if it is to stay a secret?
I traveled to and from this mysterious classroom by thought. I thought myself there and thought myself back. How do I know this? I don’t. This thought about traveling by thought just occurred to me.
The teacher wore a deep purple hooded gown. He kept his face hidden by keeping his hood up. Why didn’t he want us to see his face?
Unconditional love. There was something about unconditional love. I felt it while in the classroom, but the hooded teacher said something about unconditional love. I was about to ask a question . . . And then I woke up.