The Ethereal Journey To Nothingness

<p>Life with all its challenges continues to beckon urging us to embrace its stunning revelations. My humble beginnings trace back to an old piggery where the rhythmic echoes of my father's hammer against an anvil filled the air. Amidst quieter moments the delicate tracing of his diamond-headed rod travelled upon coloured glass sheets in his lead window workshop. The backyard of our home a sanctuary of hope and exploration was where my sisters and I embarked on whimsical adventures. We captured crickets and grasshoppers relishing the simple joys of life. Nourished by the figs hanging from the neighbour's tree we lay on the grass gazing at the shifting clouds above. Yet unbeknownst to us this idyllic existence was exhausting itself through an invisible hourglass dissipating its blissful essence. Our family life shattered abruptly weighed down by the unfathomable tragedy of my father's suicide. In the aftermath my existence morphed into a silent struggle as if confined within the depths of my being. During this time a mysterious voice made its presence known alerting me to life-and-death moments in the making and guiding me with unwavering force. In the twilight of my forties within the familiar confines of the old piggery the voice resolute as ever summoned me to sit by the water on our garden dock where an awe-inspiring spectacle took place. Months later it led me to another extraordinary encounter as I surrendered myself to its assertive guidance. Whence came this mysterious voice? Whose words did it carry? What mysteries did its possessor hold hidden from my grasp? How did its ethereal whispers reach the depths of my mind? Come join me as I peer beyond the boundaries of our earthly plane aiming to decipher the enigma of existence. The end of life is not what it seems nor is it the final destination of our journey. Instead it is but a horizon concealing the vast realm of nothingness that awaits our exploration.</p>