Musing to the Thump: A Call to the Threshold

 

 

The Threshold

Terra Wise May, 2011

Thump… bump-bump. Out of the silence and darkness, up from the stillness came the awareness, an awareness of the sound. Subtle at first, but soon becoming more and more persistent.

Thump, bump-bump. Is it my heartbeat? Maybe it is.

The sound I try to understand certainly has made me aware of my heart pounding, reacting with a measure of fear, increasing in its intensity, I cannot seem to quiet the interior thumps as I strain to understand the external ones.

Thump bump-bump, now drumming on the inside and out.

 

Slowly it occurs to me, I must have woken, each time I react to this fact in the same way, as if struck by a true miracle. I am awake once again from the mystery of sleep, one moment there is nothingness and next comes awareness, self-awareness. Yes, ok, I have established I am awake (at least I hope so, I think so).

 

I have made it through another night. I am alive again, returned from the land of sleep, birthed into a new day… this never ceases to amaze me. But what is that noise, that sound? Mind moving, highly alert now and tracking… Focused on moving my attention outward into the realm of greater external awareness.

Paying attention…

Ok, I hear the wind in the trees, a beautiful sound I recognize, ah, the leaves are awake with me.

Thump bump-bump … pause … Thump bump-bump…

Yes of course that must be it, the wind nudging at the door, an easy enough answer sure enough, and the solution equally easy, just close the window.

Thump-bump-bump… hmm, ok, close them a little more — fine, all the way shut now.

 

But how can this be?! Thump, bump-bump, the door continues to speak with its morse code of thumps and bumps, yet the logical cause has been dealt with.

 

The large pane of glass next to the drumming door is silent and still. I press my ear and cheek against the coolness of it, palms opened wide, fingers touching, sensing. Odd, there is no vibration, only stillness while the door immediately next to the widow seems to be dancing, agitated, drumming and sounding an alarm.

 

What is going on?

 

 In the next instant it is suddenly completely quiet, allowing an interior door in my mind to open. If it were possible to feel such a thing, an invitation has arrived.

 

The door seems to be beckoning, calling me to move through the divide from this side to the other… I know too that whatever is on the other side is not of this world, not what has been here in all the previous days. Something immense has changed and it resides just on the other side of the door.

 

A magnetic force, a pulling has me convinced, I could easily cross through the pane of glass if I desired, but the door has started its song and dance again, louder and more forceful than before.

 

The doorknob too, it has begun to turn, to rotate, a moment prior to my hand even touching it…

 

I had only imagined my hand on the handle. THUMP BUMP-BUMP!!

 

The door is speaking louder and louder, more insistent now. I have no choice, as if compelled I turn the handle and ever so slowly I open the door. What is that magical fragrance I wonder as I step across the threshold…

Terra

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