Her 'Truth'

Someone finds her 'Truth', 

Her life is completely changed,

A turnaround, 

Others see a 'halo ' around her as she struts confidently with assured steps.

Positive things begin to 'manifest' everywhere she goes.

They say let's talk to her to give us her Secret.

They run after her everywhere and pester her, to teach them about what she knows,

She just smiles.

She tells them that if they will only listen to their own Souls they'll also find their own truth. They all shouted in unison, we are incapable of listening to our own Souls, it is your truth that we want, it will be sufficient for all our Souls.

She gives in to their demand, 

she tells them that which she has found is ineffable and it is very difficult to put into words, 

she continues "words are inadequate to capture that which is given as a vision", 

yet they continue to pester her "tell us anything, we will believe".

Finally, she agrees, she tries to the best of her ability to reproduce as faithfully as humanly possible the vision, 

but she knew in her heart of heart that she gave was a poor copy of the vision, 

yet they all shouted with joy "they have found the Truth". 

They decided to organise this 'Truth' so that it can be propagated to ends of the Earth, they turned her into their 'god'.

After a while, she dies with a smile on her face ... .......

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She awakes, pleasantly surprised, sees her father-in-law who had departed Earth at an Old age, long ago, looking well and much younger, sitting on a sofa at the corner of a light green coloured room, she falls down on her knees to greet him in a warm embrace. She wonders if what she had gone through is a dream. 

Yes, it is dream, the illusions we hanker after are dews of the morning, soon to disappear with the rising of the Sun. 

The 'time' we think exist, is make-believe to lure the Soul into thinking it is a body, the real 'matter' in the flesh is miniscule, infinitely  smaller than a grain of salt, yet we believe we exist in this world of illusions.It thus flies to other realms when the Earth- garment falls off.

Yet, we exist, but not as we think we exist. Some of our dreams are pointers to the workings of other dimensions that go beyond sense comprehension..

Jagu Gbenusu