It takes longer than normal for me to reach the space station.

It takes longer than normal for me to reach the space station. I had to stay longer in the cleansing bubble and even so, the space station is much less stable than I remember.

I’m not in the station, I seem to be in orbit around it. I ask the presence, “Can you explain why the psychic atmosphere is like it is at the moment?”

I see the earth below engulfed in storms. Huge dark rolling clouds cover the earth, lightning strikes, thunder rumbles.

“Is there anything I can do?” I ask.

I see my bridge surrounded by darkness, the lights on either side do not seem to be able to penetrate the darkness. The surface of the bridge looks dim and the arches at either end are stained with streaks that look like soot. Under the bridge the energy water has risen until it is almost touching the underside of the bridge.

“Keep the bridge open,” the presence tells me.

I see shadowy forms moving across the bridge, from the Park to the earth. Some of them are carrying packages.

“Who are they?” I wonder.

“Those are helpers,” says the presence, “they are using your bridge to penetrate the murk, to give assistance to those in need.”

Now I could see that someone had attached a portable generator to the Park side of the bridge, directly to the cleansing arch which immediately brightened. The one on the earth side also brightened and a force-field formed above and below the bridge creating a shield from the rain and forcing the raging water under the bridge to subside slightly.

“I had hoped to see something new today,” I said, “is there any possibility of this?”

I felt the presence smile.

Something hit the center of my chest and I suddenly expanded horizontally, as if I was now a huge plain of sand and rock and cacti.

“What is this?”

“This is the plain of no-time,” explained the presence.

“What does that mean,” I said.

“It’s a null point,” said the presence, “zero.”

“Does it have a use?”

“How does it feel?”

“Fantastic,” I said, “quiet, silent, still, peaceful.”

And suddenly I realized that I was now in a place of infinite potential, unencumbered by either the past or the future.
I was here as a point of consciousness. I began to sense a swirling around me, like diaphanous wings or leaves forming around my seed of awareness. Suddenly I knew that here was where I could see ideas forming, like plants growing from seeds planted in fertile ground.

I thought of the book I was writing, about the ballet company. It appeared to be a potted plant with dark heavy leaves that unfolded when I transplanted it from the pot into the sandy soil. Two large dark coloured leaves like rabbit ears either side of an arch-like central structure. I could see the roots of the plant digging into the soil, like toes into beach sand. As the roots penetrated deeper and deeper the leaves which had been lying like deflated balloons, started to swell with sap. The central arch turned translucent and a golden sheen of pollen formed on the outside of it.

“What do I have to do to get it to flower?” I said.

“It needs some water and fertilizer,” said the presence.

“Can I leave it here for now?”

“Certainly, but don’t forget to come back to check on it, and to tend some of your other plants.”

When the presence said that I suddenly became aware of a number of other plants there on the plain. In fact a vast number of plants stretching as far as I could see.

“Oh my,” I said, “what am I to do?”

A little plant I hadn’t noticed popped out of the soil with a small computer screen dangling from one of its stalks. It was an automatic watering and fertilizing system, programmable and self-correcting. All I had to do was point at a few icons.
I set it for general maintenance, optimum growth within natural guidelines for healthy, harmonious life.

“How do I come back here,” I asked.

“Just remember how it felt,” said the presence.