the most Spectacular Sight of my life

Final Chapter :

TRAVELS TO THE HIMALAYAS

Images, pictures, portraits, remembrances of past times.

Certain impressions stay locked inside one’s memory.

I traveled to the Himalayas. Little did I know that this hiking excursion, would also include

thee most surprising awestruck longest-lasting sight that would leave the longest-lasting impression upon me. One of the most powerful pop single moments in time of my entire life.

I perceived an image with my very own eyes that changed my existential outlook. Completely. One solitary perception of looking out into this world. Just one glimpse.

Thee mere wee-est of peeks.

The entire month long Himalayan expedition in 1997 was filled with far-out

otherworldly outta sight observations and experiences :

A for real snow leopard pelt, * a within minutes freshly newborn baby goat on the trail,

an old man that lived in a home made of stacked-up rocks who fed me a spoonful of his freshly made yogurt, the best yogurt I have ever tasted, the engulfing helpless feeling

of physically shutting down and not being able to walk, becoming 100 years old instantaneously taking one baby step at a time surrendering to mother nature as I observe a sherpa twice my age dancing lightly ahead of me climbing unheeded, a high mountain pass view of the valleys and large buddha statues way out in the distance way down below,

the only sound : bells tinkling as the ponies’ gait proceeded behind, the smell of antiquity inside a Buddhist monastery that one can only access via ancient goat trails.

I could go on. I stop short to only spotlight, & Emphasize. One image.

I recall the scene over and over and it has influenced my every single day since I saw it. There is no other sight that compares nor comes near this one, that I took in.

I have no photo of it to record nor will ever view it again. It is an image that is eternally etched deeply into my being. My eyes absorbed it as my breath was taken away

while my soul immediately understood a deeper meaning to existence.

I happen to climb out of my tent in the middle of the night. I stood up. I looked up.

I could not believe my eyes. The stars were so close. They were within reach it seemed

and so bright. Not only was their luminosity and proximity quite shocking and astounding, altogether they were 3-dimensional forms and solid shapes. They had volume.

They had mass. Bulk. Weight. Greatness. Magnitude. The stars were not little specks of individual spots of lights. They were not single separate bits of illumination as I had always known them. They were solid beings of shapes that had spiral caverns and inside curvatures and valleys and mountains and walls. All made up of light.

My head blew straight off my shoulders like a rocket and blasted into the sky above.

My heart burst wide open like a fireworks explosion that intermingled with the dazzling light show overhead. My eyes filled up with crystal clear tears. My soul ignited and spontaneously combusted. My whole being consumed by awe.

You mean, this ?? is what  ?? is right overhead ?? here in the Himalayas ?? all night and all day ?? I made the leap to realize right then and there, that this very scene that I observed for the first time ever in the Himalayas, would be, and actually is the very same identical overhead reality planet wide. Even over my great Pacific Northwest cabin home.

All day. And all of the nights. The only thing obstructing this view this vision from us all is daily sunshine, and nightly atmospheric filtering and blinding city lights. It is all up there all the time.

Upon viewing this display of star fields, I experienced a strange reversal of perspective

and feelings as compared to my ever familiar ever frequent little dipper experience of star fields at home. The bits of star light observed at home created within me an awareness of feeling very very small and minuscule, separated, isolated, and myself as inconsequential. Yet this grand display of star fields in the Himalayas produced inside me a completely contrary sensation. It produced within me a strong feeling of interconnectedness. I felt linked. A inner bond was strengthened. We was related. I was a part of That Whole.

The representations we are given of these views taken via the Hubble telescope are merely two dimensional images that do not provide the scope, depth, immensity, tremendous-ity, nor three dimensionality of the scale and true expansive expansiveness and uncomprehensiveness extensiveness. A photo view compares to trying to capture the enormity of a gigantic redwood tree with a camera. Not possible. No way. Not near.

Or, in other words, too near to take allll of the tree in.

Once I realized what really visually lingers above me day in and day out, I made a second leapfrog realization of understanding that the galaxy is symbolically every every where.

A constant network that reaches all parts of our worlds. Our physical body anatomy of rivers and firing electrical neurons is a galaxy. The trees have their very own galaxy circulation system. Above ground with hydration and underground with fungal telecommunications networks. Imagine this : the twinkle of an eye, the glistening earth, a sparkling snowflake.

All are orbs. All galaxies. Nebulas. Solar systems. Heavens. Brilliance. Same same.

Micro-macro-meself-youself-all-made-of-stars-all-interconnected.

That is what I saw when I just happen to step outside my tent that night camping in the Himalayan Mountains.

All. In the blink of an eye.

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see photo of snow leopard under PHOTO tab - "Peoples of India"