Ambrosia

"I told you"

— Balthasar

It has been a long journey to travel to the Swiss alps, and it has torn her last nerves standing in the queue with the Asian tourist taking the world-famous Jungfrau Railway to the so-called Top of Europe, an internationally well known mass-tourist viewpoint at an elevation of 3,454 meters above the snowline.

And it has taken her breath by the wind and cold, thin air when climbing up to The Sphinx Observatory, one of the highest astronomical observatories in the world, where she is supposed to finally meet Balthasar for the experiment.

Having his lab in one half of the observatory's dome, separated from the masses by a hidden, super heavy iron door, it was quiet and mostly empty. Just a coffee table, a couch, and a stool. No pictures. No colors. Just white and the deep blue sky above.

Intuitively, she sat on the couch when Balthasar entered, and after a shallow conversation, she had to swallow the pill that was given to her and lay down.

Nothing happened. Just silence, blue sky, Balthasar, bald, lightly smiling, quiet, fully present.

And then she felt it. The energy. From the solar plexus above the navel, spreading out in her full body. Life force it must be. Never experienced in this life but remembering it instinctively from many lives lived before. She has to get up, stands below the roof-window, eyes shut but staring into the universe, feeling to be connected with some remote, faraway place in real time and direct. Something controlling her body, making her move, taking over her biomechanical system, pumping her full of happiness, gratitude, and glory, and - bringing it all together - universal all-embracing love.

She had to let it happen. Somehow she knew that she should control it, wanted to control it, but the connection between wanting and doing was blocked. She wanted to move, speak, sit down, panic - she really feels the wanting, clear, and present, but her body refused to take orders. So she stands here under the sky, feeling the energy still pouring in and filling her up with a mission. Enlightenment? Going crazy? Deep depression - who the f... knows.

And when it became too much, she just felt the coming of too much and then must have passed away.

When she came back, it was like after a 48-hour sleep that has regenerated everything, every cell of her body. Brain clear like never before. Calm inside. Just presence. Inability to see the past, future, and context. Just presence, and in the middle of her presence she sees the tattoo. Some kind of bizarre lines in semi-geometric orders floating around her navel that makes her feel to have seen it before but more complete. It seems to her that parts are missing and floods of emotions are coming up wanting to see this "thing" to be completed.

Where is it coming from, anyway? She looks at Balthasar.

He sits knowingly and with the same calm smile as before - as if nothing has happened.

How many hours might have passed? Minutes? Years? Is this a parallel universe?

"I told you," Balthasar said.

"I know," she replied, knowing that she was told, but knowing as well that THIS was beyond everything she could have ever imagined, and now she intuitively understands why she had to come in person, come here, to the sky, to the connection, and feeling that all is good, but her life will never be the same again.