With a rush in my inner soul, I noticed we were moving. I hadn't been aware of leaving the hospital. But now I couldn't see the frozen field below me anymore, like it had been sucked in the ground in a tenth of a second. The living event of the pictures which had surrounded me just a minut ago had vanished too: Insted we seemed to be high above the earth, flying together with a furious speed toward a distant light.
The distant light resolved itself into a large city, toward which we seemed to be decending. The nighttime still surrounded us, but the light of christ gloomed the volumious night, as too there were smoke in every chimney, and there was light glooming on every floor of the large buildings. As we came close to the crowded streets.
I noticed a certain phenomenon repeadetly, people unaware of other right beside them, some walking with terror, a certain need for attention. I saw a group of people standing just outside a diner. One of the women asked the other for a cigarette, begged her in fact, as if it was the one she wanted the most in the whole world, as if nothing could be lost either than that simple object, which she needed to fulfill her needs. But the other woman chatting with her friends ignored her. She took a pack of ciggaret out of her left pocket in her brown leather jacket, and without offering it to the woman, which reached out for it so eagerly, took one out and lit it, fast as a bullet the woman which has been refused, striked at the ciggaret in the other woman's mouth, with alittle chill of recognition I saw, that she was unable to grab it.
Just like me, she was died.
In one house, a young man, looked around 15-16 years of age, following an older man from room to room. " Im sorry father" he kept saying. I didn't know what it would do to mother, I had no reason, I didn't understand.
Even though I could hear him clearly, the older man which was carrying a something in his hand rapped in some kind of cloth into a room where an elderly woman laid in bed. "Im sorry mother" he kept saying. He said over and over, to ears that could not hear.
We stopped several times at similar scenes, a boy trailing a teenage girl, a father apollogising over and over to his son.
What are they so sorry for Jesus? I pleaded. Why do they keep asking for forgiveness to deaf ears?
From the light beside me came a thought: They are suicides, chained to every consequence from their act.
Suddenly I noticed something else, about the living among the dead as I saw, as for them not knowing, who, which it has become, for the poor souls. Forever vanished into sorrow, as of the golden lights, coming from the living. All the living were surrounded by a faint luminos glow, allmost like an electric field, straying over the surface of their bodys. Like a second skin made out of pale, the luminus light moved with them as they moved.
At first I thought, it must be Jesus reflecting upon them. But the buildings gave of no reflection neither did inanimate objects, and neither did the damned, non-physical beings, the unglowing departure of reflecting light, not touching my skin, was for me to bear aswell.
At this point the light took me into something looking like a large naval base, a bar filled with people, jamming their booths against the wall, while drinking whisky as quickly as the three bartenders could pour them.
Then I noticed a unexplainable striking disorder in the bar. A number of men standing in the bar, seemed unable to lift their drinks to their lips. Over and over I watched the men lifeless grasping after the glass on the bar, as the nameless decieving portrait painted on their faces, more and more pale, for every try they made their hands passing through the solid tumblers, through the heavy wooden countertop, through the very arms and bodies of the drinkers around them.
And these men, everyone of them, lacked the aeurole of ligt that surround the living.
The cocoon of light surrounding the living, was for physical beings only. For us the dead, must have lost our second skin.
As it was obvious that, that these living people could neither hear or see death around them, as it walked around them, and through them, as they were not to be seen for their actions, though it was also abvious to me, that the dead could actually see and hear eachother. Furious quarrels were constantly breaking among them, over glasses that none could actually get to their lips.
One sailor then stood up, took two - three steps and sung unconsius to the floor, two of his bodies, took an arm each and dragged him away from the chrush.
But that was not what I was looking at. The bright cocoon surrounding him with such pourness, opening up, parted from the very crown of his head, and started pailing away from his head and down his body, with an incredibly speed, it made me stare in amazement.
There I saw one of the dead, which had been greedily following every swallow the young man made. A thirsty shadow now laying on top os him.
To my other mystification, the springing figure had vanished. It all happened even before the two individuals, had been laying their throats groan of a single swallow from those at the bar. One moment I distincly had seen two individuals. By the time they propped the man against the wall there was only one.
Treating an evil entity taking over, as I saw the same scene repeated. A man passed out, a quick swiftly opened in the aurole around him, and again one of the other people vanished as if he scrambled inside the other man.
That it made me think of that, that the cocoon of light surrounding the living, perhaps a protection for dissembodied beings, such as myself? As I myself had had, these spirits must once had bodies of their own. So of that when our concious became mental, spiritual, beyond the physical, of a body lost, for that unconsious being, to take control of another one. To then being cut off of all eternity, from the body had never stopped craving the possesion of.
I thought with a chiil running right through me, that being in the world but not being able make contact with it, of this form of hell, of these deceiving living not knowing that hell and earth was occupied on the same space, one level of heel excisting right here, on the surface. To be powerless in a world of merriment.
Hypocrisy then impossible, because people knows your thoughts the minute you think them. There then beings tend to flock together with the one's they agree with. Of for what it is to threatening being with beings, that knows when you dissagree.
Beings who observed themselve in an hypnotic sleep. Realizing in the state of beliefs, of here for what is angels, arusing and helping, of another place of being there, with a helping hand, with realizing that God is truly a God for the living, of for what not having to wait for the horn of Gabriel.
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