Years ago, I took a trip to New Mexico for a friend. While she conducted her business, I meditated in the desert. I had a vision. These are the words I then wrote describing what I experienced.
“I saw Her in a vision, so I know at least one face of God. I was alone in a desert. There was only Earth and Sky. The land was flat, no hills, only space that extended in all directions for Eternity. And I was alone looking up into a limitless cloudless sky that is Heaven, Nirvana, The Universe, All. I walked, at my pace, my time, into the nothingness, beneath that Sky. No plants, no life, no heartbeats, not even my own. And in time I saw something in the distance. As I approached, I could see it was a tepee, yellowed rawhide stretched tight over a skeletal frame formed of branches from trees that did not exist. I could hear the taut dried dead flesh flapping in the breeze, a breeze I felt only as I drew near.
The flap was open and respectfully I bowed and peered into the darkened interior. I saw the shadowed figure of a stout woman sitting on the Earth at the back of Her dwelling. I entered. She smiled a smile of such warmth and love that my existence faded entirely. Her thick fingers were upon her knees. She sat on the Earth, cross legged. She is Indian, Samoan, Native American . . . something, Everything. She is large, strong, and powerful. She is Love. She is the Mother Of The Universe, and Earth is but one of her Infinite children. She turned one thick hand, palm now facing upwards, and silently invited me to sit before Her. The conversation began. She never said “You.” She never said “I.” She only referred to “We, Us.”
I asked, “What is life and what is death?”
And God replied in a simple perfect way:. “Imagine we are weeding a flower bed. We involve ourselves entirely in the task, kneeling in the Earth. Nothing else exists for us in this moment, only the flower bed, only the task at hand. When the task is complete, we breathe a sigh of relief. We stand and look around and we see beyond the flower bed. We see our surroundings and remember we have land, we remember we have a home, we remember we have loved ones, we have roles: mother, friend, lover, daughter, teacher, student . . . Life is weeding the flower bed. When our task is complete we rise to remember all that we are, and return to Awareness.”
“Then Death does not exist?” I asked.
God laughed kindly and replied, “Look upon Nature, and see. As seasons inevitably change, so change is inevitable and eternal for all. Change is natural. Change is Life. Where in Nature have we seen an end to change? Completion of Life is completion of task. We then rise to reclaim our Awareness. Do not be afraid. Does it not feel good to finish the weeding?”