First Draft, Second Part to Bacterium story (Confused yet?)

"I am" the thing simply emanated, and drew closer, alarming the bacterium. Before he had time to flee, he had been absorbed into I am.

            And yet he still was. Still aware, still alive, even though now he knew what it was he had confronted. An Eater; something that consumed bacteria, something he had known from other bacterium’s experiences, but never actually met before.

            But why hadn’t his consciousness snuffed out after he’d been consumed by the Eater? The bacterium was still conscious, still himself, but now, somehow, he knew that he was part of something much bigger and grander than just himself separate from everything else.

            He became aware of new things tickling the edge of his consciousness, concepts and memories he had never thought up or experienced himself, communication from the I am. (As he decided he would call it, it wasn’t like any Eater he’d ever heard of, though it bore a striking resemblance to the stories he did know.)

            Even though he had been “eaten”, the bacterium was still very calm. This was a strange feeling to him, after having been terrified of everything new and unknown for most of his life.

            I am came again into his consciousness, “ I am and you are,” it communicated, “But we no longer have the illusion of separateness; we are one. You are correct in naming us “Eater”, but also correct in setting us apart from that predatory creature.”

            The bacterium became aware of a warm glow, not really around him or within him, for though he was still himself, he was no longer anywhere. The glow just was.

            The bacterium was still calm, albeit a little bewildered by everything that demanded his attention, and the I am’s talk of “us” and “we”.

            Through the glow, images began to appear, much to the bacterium’s further disconcertion, for he had no sight, and had never experienced life through sight before. But suddenly he could see.

            “We would like to show you our world,” I am softly conveyed, “There are many senses available to forms of life in the entirety of creation, you have not experienced many of them, but to truly understand the answer to the question you seek, you must experience all viewpoints.”

            And with the images came sound, and smell, along with the bacterium’s familiar taste and feeling; even that sixth sense of inner knowing sometimes called “intuition”. The human “third eye” is not a sense like sight so much as a better-developed touch that envelopes and knows the whole of the thing perceived.
            Still more senses ricocheted around the bacterium’s awareness.

            He began to understand the things shown to him by I am, even without a sense of self.
(Sorry, my part endings stink.)