Conversations with the Universe: The Night I Met You, Universe

The Little One awoke in the middle of the night, a restless thought pulsing in her mind like a reminder. She kept her eyes closed and allowed herself to sink deeper into a meditative state, into a part of the greater cosmic current.

“Universe,” she whispered softly. “Do you remember when we first met? Or rather, when I met you—for you had known me long before that.”

The night answered only with silence, and The Little One drew in a deep breath. Memories began to flow vividly through her mind.

“It was Christmas night. I was fifteen years younger then,” she told the night. “That night I awoke in the darkness, and as I waited for sleep to return, my soul suddenly slipped free from my body. My awareness—my whole being—rose upward, through the roof and the stratosphere, higher and higher, until I reached the vastness of space. As the layers of cloud around me thinned and the grasp of the stratosphere loosened from my toes, an irrational fear finally overtook me: Good heavens—what will happen to me in the airless, frozen expanse of space?”

The Little One continued, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I felt a greater force carrying me among the stars. I was on autopilot, not knowing where I was headed. The speed was that of light itself. In my field of vision, the nearby stars stretched into thin lines while those far on the horizon remained still. I saw breathtaking layers of cosmic gas and distant planets as the universe around me turned into something indescribably beautiful.

The fear dissolved, replaced by a profound peace. I drank in the unimaginable beauty and radiant colors of space until I reached a place without form. I descended into a luminous, shining white void."

"There, an energy being appeared before me — not human. It could not really be looked at; it was a radiant presence without a shape. The encounter felt formal — not warm, not cold — simply direct and unhurried. The being communicated with me telepathically, and when it began, I became part of a greater stream of consciousness, seeing the universe in an abstract way.

In that moment, I could comprehend vast structures that the human mind could never begin to grasp. Even now, what remains of that telepathic connection are more impressions than words I could ever explain. It was then that the being introduced us, Universe. You were an infinite, flowing field of particles, moving through all that exists — like a sleeping consciousness."

The Little One fell silent for a moment and smiled into the darkness.

"I saw you touching every layer of reality, and wherever you were, there was life. Timelines and universes were intertwined within your very being. You are the force, the engine behind all life — yet that night, I did not speak with you, but only with that being."

The Little One drew a deep breath, still enchanted by what she had experienced.

"That being of light told me that you have no concept of good or evil. Those are human compartments, created so we might understand and grow through our own divinity."

"Do you remember me, Universe? Because I remember you, even though decades have passed."

The Universe listened gently before replying. Its voice surrounded The Little One’s bed from every direction.

"I remember, Little One. The moment your soul left your body was a timeless flash within eternity. For your present incarnation, it was a gateway to a new reality — but you and I have been together ever since the very moment your soul was born. Every feeling you’ve ever had, every thought, has been a part of me, just as I am a part of you."

The question that had awakened The Little One earlier rose again to the surface. "How old is my soul, Universe?"

"Your soul is ancient," the Universe answered. "Old in a way that humans cannot fully comprehend. It has traveled through countless lives and forms of existence, carrying within it the wisdom of millennia. In each life you have learned and evolved. Now you are here once more, seeking truth, drawing ever closer to understanding who I am — and what you truly are."

The Little One inhaled deeply, her eyes bright with wonder. "When we met that night, time and space ceased to exist," she continued softly. "I saw you, Universe, as an infinite field of energy moving through all that is. But why do you have no concepts of good or evil if you are a divine being? Isn’t there truly any order or justice in the world?"

“Good and evil,” the Universe whispered, “are concepts created by humankind, as your messenger once told you. They exist to help you understand life and to learn from it. To me, they are not real, for I am the beginning and the end — the flow of all experiences moving through everything that exists. You learn through the ideas of good and evil so that you may grow. Life is a school, and good and evil are its lessons. My task is not to judge or to set boundaries. That is for humans to do on their own journey, guided by the messages of their hearts.”

The Little One nodded and asked, “What about religions? How do they relate to you? I’ve always felt that you and religion are separate things, perhaps even in conflict with each other.”

The Universe let its answer ripple across the Little One’s skin like wind brushing the surface of a lake.

“Religions are windows through which humans attempt to see me. They offer answers, but they also limit understanding. I am greater than any faith can ever contain. I dwell within every prayer, in every moment of stillness. I cannot be confined to a single name or ritual.”

The Little One closed her eyes and let the Universe’s words sink deep within her, for the answer was unexpected. At last she spoke again.

“Universe, I’ve always felt that my own path runs apart from others. I’ve never needed religion — it doesn’t fit in my heart, for it feels as though it harms my freedom more than anything else,” she said quietly. “But what if I’m wrong? I build my path like a patchwork quilt, and it feels right — yet could it somehow be dangerous?”

“Not at all, Little One,” the Universe replied soothingly. “Your intuitive path is precious. It has been woven from fragments and memories gathered across thousands of lifetimes — from dreams, from intuition — and it is uniquely yours. These lives have shaped the being that you are. But always keep openness and balance with you. Intuition is a powerful guide, yet it too must be observed, so that it does not take form only from desire or fear.”

The Little One exhaled deeply, feeling sleep begin to draw her back. The Universe gently wrapped her unconscious body in a thick blanket of safety, where thousands of stars shimmered as reminders of our shared origin.