The following short story is the first in a compilation of 28 short stories that can be found on Amazon:

​"APPEARING"

Close the eyes and The Corridor appears. It is dark. Ancient looking. The feel of thousands of years of History oozing out of the thickly cemented walls, permeates the air. There are large wooden wrought iron doors boasting giant Lion head knockers which are lining both sides of the narrow walkway. Turn to the right and lift one up and let it drop. The sound echoes down the hall penetrating the ears with a  drum-like sensation while making a vibration in the body and a shiver up the spine. ​

The door opens.

The energy from inside beckons. I go into a room and you ask how I got here, but I don’t know where here is. You tell me to close the door and come towards you. You look so familiar, though I cannot place your face. You laugh in a reassuring way and tell me it is ok, to relax and sit down. It is then I realize I am in your bedroom. It has a very warm feel to it, just like your voice and relaxation naturally ensues. 

I sit down on a small couch to the left of the bed and feel a sensation as if I have taken a drug. It is warm and smooth and makes the room feel lighter. A warm glow starts to make everything a bit more translucent. I ask who you are and you laugh and say:

   
​ “As if I could tell you.”
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 As the words spill out of your mouth, time stops, the world disappears and for an instant, that contains eternity; you reveal the True Nature of Self. The eyes open and there we are in the room together again. You ask:

 “Can you tell me who we are now?”
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I laugh nervously. The thoughts attempting to organize themselves in a coherent manner. It is futile and I sink back into the couch.

“This isn't happening?” I ask.
​“It is and it isn't.” You reply.

I understand what you are saying, but not intellectually, as if some ancient remembrance is pushing at one’s memory, yet there is an itch for more. Something is itching to be known.

 “Are you afraid of yourself?” You ask.
 “I don't understand the question.”
 “Are you afraid of discovering that the many masks shift and morph, but the True Face never does.”
 “Yes.” I reply.
 “What do you think will happen?” You prod.
  “It's not so much the fear of what will happen.” 
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A pause is taken before continuing on.

“It's the fear of how the mind processes it.” ​

Again taking pause to investigate.

​“There seems to be a huge commitment in keeping things as they are ... that I will be lost in a sea of unfamiliarity.”

 “Don't you find it strange that you are afraid to be lost in your Self.” ​

You state while looking at me slightly perplexed.

“Yes. I do find that strange. If we are all ‘That’ then what is there to fear in any face and yet fear still arises.” ​

I reply straining not to get lost in the thoughts that are flooding in. In a slow methodical tone you reply: 

​“It is always your Self that you meet. You completely know this, however, you are only currently recalling it on an intellectual level. You know we are One ... you Know you are talking to the Self through me and I through you. Not "my" self or "your" self, but "The Self" right now ... always have been; always will be. Come here.” ​

You state, motioning me to come closer. I get up slowly ... you are sitting on the right side corner of the bed. It is large and draped with a thick red velvet duvet that matches the heavy curtains dangling from the elongated windows. Every movement your body makes looks fluid and inviting. ​

​ “Get down on your knees.”
​

I do ... and look up at you. 

“I am going to come closer.” ​

You move slowly, deliberately my way. 

“Closer.” 

​You whisper, your face nearly touching my my own. 
​

“And closer.”
​

You breath into my ear. Each tiny little speck closer you come makes the world more and more fluid-like until our faces finally touch. Instead of the pressure of two bodies coming together ... we merge into fluid ... like oils on a canvas smearing together. Then you slowly, ever so gently pull back and the world comes back into focus and you re-appear ...  and we are seemingly solid and separate again.

“Did you fear that?”You ask.
“No, there was no fear at all.”
“And what did you make of what just happened.”“It is rather confusing.” I stutter. “I am trying to understand how I am real and not real. How you appear to be you; then not you. How what is in one moment solid, becomes liquid and is now solid again. It is all very confusing.” I confess. “But no, I am not afraid.” 
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I pause taking a moment before continuing on.

“I just don't know where to go from here.” 
“Relax.” 
​

You coax. The words coming out of your mouth are calm and elongated. 
​

“There is nowhere to go.”

You reply while stroking my hair with a touch that makes the body feel electric and the mind calm. ​

“You are always where you are right now. You think you move or go to other places, spaces, times, events, but you are always Here, right Here, right Now, where the image doesn't change or move or alter in a anyway.”

You pause, take out a cigarette and light it.

 “You cannot be lost, no matter where you find yourself, you are always facing your Self.”

You take a drag and slowly blow a circle out into the air.

“I am here to help you to relax.”

You take another long, slow drag and exhale.

  
​“The more you relax; the more obvious it becomes.”

You flick the cigarette into a finely sculptured glass ashtray.

“You can't see Truth when you are afraid.”
​

You lift your leg and cross it, every movement you make is mesmerizing. It is impossible to take the eyes off of you.
​

“It is fear itself that blocks the Seeing.” ​

You take another drag and put the cigarette out ... slowly ... methodically.
​

“When you relax, the gaze also relaxes, just like what was just revealed to you.”
​

You turn your gaze intently to mine.
​

“But don't let that revelation make you think that you know anything, it is just one of the infinite ways one has to reveal what cannot be understood with the mind.

You take my hand and pull me up onto the bed. 

 “Do you recognize me now?”
​

Looking into your intense gaze a huge smile comes across both our faces, the Knowing smiles of one who has seen the Face of God. 
​

One’sVeryOwnFacelessFace.

Upon this Revelation I am immediately catapulted back into The Corridor. Dazed and confused. Everything looks the same and yet simultaneously, completely changed.