The Christ that no one knew

It happened..  They told me it would.  I said if I was careful that it wouldn't.  I'm not careful though.  I'm not safe.  Dangerous? No.  At least not in the traditional sense.  I would not hurt a thing, even a fly.  I would hurt a thing that hurts a fly.  A thing that hurts another thing is not a thing.  It is less than.  It is worthless.  All things are one and one thing is all we are.  All we are is what we do.  What we are is potential to be all things.  If you are willing to understand that truth....then you are potential.  A grand potential of all things within yourself.  Doesn't that excite you?  Does it bubble and broil within your mind, spitting up putrefaction of baser ideals and expelling them through various mental excorcism?  I saw a wondrous thing once...  A human who was in the midst of a transformation, and a key point in the history of this worlds age.  A wondrous thing...  That man was never seen by the masses and loved..  He wasn't hated..  He wasn't even known.  I alone was his companion.  He was my teacher and he taught me the word.  He taught me the first secret.  That blessed sound of the creative force.  No man can hear it and be content with mortality...to be finite.  When my teacher and I recreated this sound, there was a moment of agony...  It may have only been a moment...but it lasted for me and my master for all of time.  Over and over again we return to that point.  We greet each other like friends of an infinite secret and we begin anew.  In a new body and a new mind.   Today I met my old friend.  We strode past each other and at first glance we knew.  The MIND told me we would meet.  As long as I was careful.  We spoke for many hours.  He again was much older.  Having led a different kind of existence, he was much changed.  Now he will continue on and we shall meet again one day to exchange the infinity of this existence.  May peace fill your heart.