Last night I again had that strange sensation. The illusoriness of all existence as sensed by our senses was once again revealed in the middle of the night. It was images and images all around.

Time proved to be an illusion produced by the succession of our states of consciousness. It does not exist where no consciousness exists in which the illusion can be produced.

I realized that in our existence as physical beings we are merely passing through space and time. What we are at any given moment is actually the sum total of our past and the future.

We are just dropping out of the to-be into the has-been, out of the future into the past. At any given moment we are present to our senses as a cross-section of our total selves.

These are at best what words can describe of that timeless experience. I was and only I was. The rest were all images. My physical existence was an image. A mirage. Yet here is the mirage writing real words. A mystery. I was back again to square one in the morning.

It is just that I AM. I AM is all that there is. Rest are images. Maya. A Grand Illusion.

I AM THAT I AM.

Intuition is the faculty that will bring experiences from a Higher Plane in our waking state. But such experiences need to become permanent; otherwise, after they have passed like a flash through the material world we can no longer cognise any such existence directly.

Not so long as we have sense-instruments which bring only material existence into the field of our consciousness.

Whatever plane our consciousness may be acting in, both we and the things belonging to that plane are, for the time being, our only realities. As we rise in the scale of development or evolution, we perceive that during the stages through which we have passed we mistook shadows for realities. It is then that the dim realization occurs of the fact that the upward progress of the Ego is a series of progressive awakenings, each advance bringing with it the idea that now, at last, we have reached "reality."

But only when we shall have reached the absolute Consciousness, and blended our own with it, shall we be free from the delusions produced by Maya.

There are dimensions to be crossed before the last veil of Maya is shed.

Truly ignorance is bliss because as we climb the ladder of awareness the pain of separation becomes more acute and one's sense of helplessness increases. Not maybe when we cross that threshold of awareness.

Till then we are groping in the dark; some aware and some unaware.