One day as I rode the train at rush hour, I saw diverse people all around me. They were gazing into space, or reading papers — chatting about matters of common consequence, or chewing gum. It seemed to me that they were all ignoring every astonishing moment and opportunity for relation that I felt so aware of and moved by. They took on the appearance of cattle — and seemed to me a species somehow distinct from my own. The sharpness of their minds was occluded; their spirits seemed dimmed, as if by some invisible cloud.

And at first I felt superior, for it seemed to me I could see so much of what they were blind to. I was shining inside; my mind was singing with curiosity and wonder. But this feeling of superiority eventually began to bother me. Surely I could not be so ‘advanced’ beyond all of them. But not even one was awake! Not one!

How could this be?

When I disembarked, I stood in the setting sun, trying to understand. I felt confused. I knew something was wrong with my sense of superiority, but I could not yet understand what. I began to talk to the Sun. Slowly, as the minutes passed in reflection, understanding dawned upon me, as if a voice were teaching me from within:

“You were touched by the sacred lightning that comes from the source of living sources, and this caress awoke your anciently conserved prodigies. Before that moment, you were nearly as they are.

They carry within them all you have awakened, and more! But they, like all living beings, must conserve this treasure — against a time of great need or crisis. It must be protected from the scrutiny and abuse of common human culture. For these and other reasons, all life is cautious with the singing spark that smoulders within. They await the divine signal.

They occlude the secret gestating within them until the living key comes, and turns within the lock of their innermost core. And when that key is turned, the door shatters… and the sleeper awakens, and casts off their bovine similarity like the shell of a chrysalis, and what emerges hath no name or comparator … it is their unique spiritual instance of the human superposition… and the capacities it activates cannot be encompassed in any idea or language. They are infinite, and momentous beyond all possible comprehension.

But until then, they are sleeping, just as you once were. They hide the secret, rarely sensing its presence or depth within themselves, and are nearly oblivious to its existence, let alone its proximity. They may feel briefly exalted when they see it represented beyond themselves, in films… in music… in nature, in scenes of victory, or in art. They sometimes experience the excellence of others as a reflection of something they themselves might even exceed, sensing the potential for a radical transformation within themselves — but they cannot yet free their innate capacities from the shell that protects and obscures them.”

And as I finally began to realize what was at play, I saw why I had been confused. For I had once been as they. I long conserved the living star of prodigy within me, without realizing how to awaken it, even though I occasionally felt… the subtle sense of an incredible nameless power thriving deep within me. And in some ways, even though I was now awake — some aspects of my own capacities still remained bound and protected, awaiting a further key…

And as I began to understand all of this, I became committed to the transmission of the living key. And I will never stop. Neither in this life, nor any other, until all the dreaming children are awakened… and the world is filled once more with human beings who cannot be shut down, shut out, or silenced. Human beings so alive and empowered that there will be no more religions, cults of identification, or fictions — for we ourselves shall so exceed them as to render them ridiculous and impoverished by comparison.

The sleepers shall awaken.