Life is Like a Spider’s Web

I was sitting in the lounge chair a few years ago, reading a book. I think it was The Power of Now, by Eckhart Tolle. I stopped reading and put the book, spread-eagled and upside down, on the coffee table.

There was a brief mental image of my mother frowning at this and saying, ‘You’re ruining the spine! Use the bookmark!’

I ignored her phantom and fell into a reverie in which I was a spider on a web.

The slightest wind shook the web and me on it, and when things touched my web, or even came close, these movements affected me as well.

The spider that was me released a string of spidery silk so that I hung in space below my web, spinning around and around in space, free, but still connected to the web.

Then I sensed that the whole universe was a pulsing web, and I was a tiny part of it, connected to all things through its vibrations.

My personal web was absorbed within – encompassed by – the incredible wider web.

Everything that happened on this gigantic web affected me to some degree and everything else was affected, to some degree, by my quick, light spidery movements.

My thoughts, emotions and actions sent vibrations throughout the universe, changing things.

Everything affected everything else, either directly or indirectly.

I got up from the chair, heard my mother’s voice in my head again, found the bookmark, inserted it, put the book back on the table and went about my household duties.

But I felt lighter. Freer and yet more sensitive. Enormous and yet tiny at the same time. Touched by everything. Timeless.

Nothing had changed except my perception of life.

Everything is a mysterious, numinous, luminous web, and I am like a spider on it.