Epiphanies Are Like Earthquakes
There always seem to be aftershocks
Whenever one experiences a very powerful epiphany it usually doesn’t stop there. For the next few hours and days and sometimes weeks or months the epiphany is followed by multiple minor epiphanies that all seem connected to the prior major epiphany. I hear that major earthquakes are a lot like that. But I’m not a seismologist so I could be wrong about that.
Well, I had an epiphany this afternoon that registered 9.3 on the Richter Scale — or whatever scale is used to measure epiphanies. I’ve already experienced a couple of subtle aftershocks this evening. Don’t ask me what the exact time was when the big one hit this afternoon but it was somewhere between 3:06 p.m. and 3:15 p.m. I don’t wear a watch so I could be wrong about that, too.
It is a major event when we realize that there was one little part of our life that we had all backwards. After that kind of major epiphany it takes a while to turn around so many aspects of one’s life that were influenced by that one backwards thing. Seriously, there can be a lot of things that have to be flipped around. And the more you flip, the more there is to flip. Entire universes open up as new perspectives come into focus. And each subsequent minor aftershock epiphany presents even more new perspectives.
In case you’re wondering, I experienced the 9.3 epiphany while walking down an alleyway past trash dumpster after trash dumpster through four inches of snow atop an inch and a half of solid and slick ice. It just hit me all at once. No nearby buildings tumbled down. I didn’t even lose my footing. But it sure was intense.
There were mental constructs in my noggin that came tumbling down.
And I just kept walking. I didn’t even break stride! I walked right through that 9.3 mega-epiphany. Imagine me smeared across the space/time continuum. Imagine me suddenly going into some science-fictiony warp speed or something. I walked right into that 9.3 mega-epiphany as though it were a door into a whole different dimension.
Don’t you love it when epiphanies like that happen? It is so cool going through that door. It feels so good to make a little leap in the trajectory of our evolution of consciousness. It feels so good to have the insides of our skull put through the blender of awareness. It doesn’t even matter that we are walking through a frigid snowstorm. It doesn’t matter that the thickly falling snow is covering up our glasses.
I have never owned an umbrella in my entire life until about a month ago when I bought a used umbrella for fifty cents at a local thrift store. Since then there have been over a dozen occasions when I could have used it. The only problem has been that it never occurred to me to take the damn umbrella with me! That is how ingrained some of my noggin patterns are. I’ve never taken an umbrella with me my entire life. It is so far outside of my consciousness that I don’t even know how to do it. I’m like a two-year-old looking at an automobile thinking, “I’ll never be able to drive that!”
With the outside of my glasses quickly being covered with huge snowflakes, I was thinking about that gosh darn umbrella just seconds before the big 9.3 mega-epiphany hit. The umbrella (it’s yellow, by the way) was immediately forgotten as I walked through the magic door of the major 9.3 epiphany quake.
Suddenly, it no longer mattered that my glasses were covered with snow and that I could barely see. After walking through the magical door I no longer needed my glasses nor my eyeballs. Suddenly, I was able to see with my inner senses, my inner vision. I could feel my way through the alleyway full of dumpsters. I could feel all the vibrations, man. I could sense my way down the alleyway. I was walking into a whole new paradigm, a whole new gestalt, a whole new consciousness, a whole new dimension, a whole new reality. I no longer needed my eyes to see!
I’m not an optometrist so I could be wrong about that.
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