I sat cross-legged at the apex of the dome, completely exposed to the storm.
At times, the wind blew so hard that I thought it might lift me up and blow me off the rock mound. But it didn't, try as it might. Instead it tugged and pulled at me like an angry thing, as I remained seated and focused.
My eyes were closed tight; my hands rested on my knees.
The wind thundered over my exposed ears. Yes, my hood was down. I didn't want any barrier between me and God. I breathed in and out, slowly. Now, the wind blew even harder, rocking me further and, in the far distance, I heard the pounding of the surf against the rock cliffs.
I continued breathing, slowly, deliberately, deeply.
It took a minute or two of focused concentration, but soon enough, I felt a sensation of rising up, as if I'd entered a tube of some sort. A glass tube, because in my mind's eye I could see myself rising up. But, interestingly, not so much rising above the earth. No. Instead, I sensed myself rising up through what appeared to be levels.
Dimensions.
How I knew this, I didn't know. But the word felt right. Yes, I was rising up through the dimensions, even as the rain hit me full in the face. The sensation of being wet and cold seemed to be happening to someone else. Certainly not me...after all, I was rising, rising.
Rising...
The dimensions swept past me. On many of them I sensed entities, or beings, watching me, observing me while I came and went. Spiritual beings, I knew, highly evolved beings that existed in realms that we, as humans, could not comprehend...and yet, I sped past even them.
Higher and higher.
Until...
I was back. Not above the Earth, or even above the Universe. I was outside of the Universe. Outside of space and time. I was observing creation as God would have. As God did so now.
Welcome back, Samantha Moon, came a thought deep inside my head. No, not exactly in my head. All around me, vibrating through me.
I sensed that I existed in the space between space, and it was a concept that was difficult for me to understand.
You are doing fine, Samantha Moon.
Thank you. You are doing fine, too, from what I can gather.
There was a gentle laugh inside me.
Kind of you to say, Sam. Do you mind if I call you Sam?
You're God, you can call me anything you want.
More gentle laughter. God, I was discovering, had a nice sense of humor. I understand that you think that, Sam. But I am, more accurately, the Source.
Source?
The Source of life in this universe.
I see, I thought. I think. That's still pretty much God to me.
I will not argue the point, Sam.
Either way, it's a pleasure to have your company.
I sensed the vastness, the emptiness, the peace.
Do you ever feel lonely out here? I asked.
Your question implies that I might find myself alone.
Well, yes, I guess. Are there many others like you? Other Sources?
There are a handful of us, yes.
How many?
Twelve, to be exact.
And from where do the twelve originate?
Exactly that, Sam. From the Origin.
And what, exactly, is the Origin? My Creator.
I see, I thought. And you are my Creator?
You are my creation, yes.