Our journey and travels flowed unfolded out of our original experience or being.

Imagine a white light which fills all of space. There is nothing to perceive it but it is alive with its own radiance. This light is so dazzling, so pervasive, so completely penetrating. It is being flooded with bliss. It is unsparing pure awareness. It is completely white.

But in the bliss or pain it begins to shimmer very slightly. It vibrates. And out of the intesnsity: the total bliss which is, at the same time, totally sharp pain, this pure white light begins to shimmer with a kind of irridescence. And as absorption with this sheen, its promise, its possibility, the shimmer begins to slow into a pulse. And in this way, there is the appearance of colors.