This was how I perceived it all after stepping over that threshold.

It was intensely bright, filled with sound in an intoxication so orgasmic I was overcome in waves of bliss and beauty. The hills beyond my door were glowing in emerald forests and the glistening path was made of smooth sand of a thousand thousand jewels. All this sang and spoke as if it knew me well, my language, my feelings, my being. The closer I came to anything I reached out to, the more I simply fused with it as it sang to me. I turned and looked back at the door. It was dark, and zoomed away, like a receding tunnel. Just as when standing on a bridge looking at the flowing water, it feels as if the bridge is moving like a ship. So was the tunnel receding rapidly from my view. And its darkness forbade me from ever returning. I had no way to contact or send messages.

I followed the shining path, step by light step, like a dreamer finallly living her ultimate dream. The wind blew all the trees toward the left, then up, then to the right, then down again. The trees were circling like Sufis doing zikar, and I was turning like a star or a magical jewel, three-dimensionally twirling, turning, zapping facets of light in innumerable directions. All beams in all colours sending out moire forms of creation without materiality – only light.

The forms enlarged in their play, then expanded beyond themselves as they faded into molecular sparkles and smaller and smaller particles. The voice of this entire universe gathered these particles into itself, caught them by simply opening his mouth to catch wandering snowflakes. And so they were found and became people, each a soul to incarnate, to expand this brilliant creative light.

I know this because I have trained to follow this path of light. I was taught to join souls with those who can be open to it. We work together, all of us, to become open conduits for divine purpose. No light is too bright for our newly opened eyes. Our eyes were opened once, but now they are opened again. As if a film had covered them, our eyes become clarified, bright, and open in more than one direction. Not only do they absorb the meaning and subtlety of the objects, plants, animals and people that they are receiving images of, but also they express and project great light outward to this same world in an interplay of give and take that is simultaneous.

The seer sees and is seen – giving “eyes” to the objects around her in order to receive their projections and meaning. This mutual “seeing” completes human purpose and gives rise to new life energies. There are beings behind the things of this world, beings that we see as if they were within them, but they are actually behind them as if behind a screen. Or like a puppet object. The seer connects to the magic behind the object and it is activated, claimed as a companion. Once seen, the object is bound to the seer, and is an ally and can be used at a distance, sent in a dream, thought, or reality, as a communication or for healing. That is object contact.

Taking one step forward, the seer is surrounded by sweeping etheric movements of the objects around her, and each breath is shared by them as a confirmation of this contact. So they all rise and fall in the waves of being, and their being moves up and down, all around in fluid connection, but unseen.

They also connect with others of their kind and communciate this movement. This by resonance, by the form , or colour, or object similarity. All manufactured in the same way, or handmade of wool or wood. The wood resounds with other wood, and with its origin tree – all trees of that wood are in harmony with the wood in the object that the seer has activated. This is a profound renewal of all things.

Each moment what is gathered together is different, as light shifts ever so momentarily into yet another exquisite configuration. And another. And another.

Light paints objects and they appear alive. Colour paints objects and they appear beautiful and varigated. Then the life of light and colour and form plays the dance of physical creation. The light is a subtle penetration, then matched by the resonant material within the object form, a form revealed by light and resonated throughout the object and all others similar or of similar material or provenance. So the world is all living, life is all-pervading.

Is it small and childish to hold certain example objects in a wunderkabinett? Isn’t it wiser to bring to light and life all that is around us?

Just like our love focused on an individual partner, child, or family brings a creative beauty that uplifts all creation, so the selection and creation of objects collected in wunderkabinetts act as stimuli to beauty and harmony of all creation.