Worlds and worlds pass through. Innumerable souls at any stage and flavor of development. Worlds forming, evolving and destroyed. Souls incarnating, finding worlds appropriate for them. The pain when a world is destroyed, the difficulty of finding a comparable one at a similar stage and flavor of evolution. The flavors of those intentionally destroying cultures, peoples, continents, species, whole worlds. Being able to hold it all. The worlds, the souls, the worlds coming into and going out of existence, those destroying worlds. Even those intentionally destroying cultures and worlds, the Hitlers, the Milosevics, the Pol Pots, the colonists. These are whole new realms for me, and I have to be big enough to hold it all.
I sense that this has to do with the opening below, the luminosity opening up below me. The collective shadows.