The Transition

I come to an opening, a threshold, a portal from this world to the next. I begin to stare, at what I am un-comprehensive. I begin to look deeper; as I look I begin to make out silhouettes, figures, they look to be moving, dancing, and laughing almost. They are still but black figures, I look again deeper. Flashes of colour begin to greet the figures, giving them character, giving them life. Soon I begin to realise who they are. They are my wife, my friends and my daughter.

“Look at my little angel” As I see my little girls face.

 All the people I loved most in the most cherished moments of my life, my baby girl’s birth, my wedding, my best friend’s bachelor party. All being relived right before my eyes, a tornado of memories all presenting themselves like the first flower of spring.

I take a step forward to touch this gateway but as I extend my arm it touches nothing, not a wall, not a canvas, just an empty vacuum. I am overwhelmed with confusion, the desire to understand and fathom what is happening. I send a probe into my head looking for some kind of inspiration but it comes back unsuccessful. I look forward to see my daughter blowing out candles on her 6^th birthday, as the last candle is blown the image disappears. I begin to look around, seeing only darkness. Fear engulfs me, my heart starts to race and my muscles grow tense.

“God help me.”

 As I turn looking for some kind of a petrifying roar slices through my ears like a hot knife through butter. The roar continues, I raise my hands to muffle my ears with no prevail. After what feels like years the roar begins to soften, words begin to form. Not in English or any language I have ever heard but somehow I understand. The voice instructs me to open my eyes, not just physically but to what has happened. Again a wave of confusion consumes me.

“My eyes are open…aren’t they?” I question myself

I begin to try to open them, through the slight crack in my eyelids flows a blinding light. I continue to open them, letting my eyes adjust to see a field, green and thriving, riddled with wildflowers and a pond in the centre. The temperature is just right, there is a beautiful breeze and the sun is shining.

“This is heaven.”

As I make my way to the pond I feel of the grass on my bare feet, the aroma of the flowers and the vivid colours dancing before my eyes. As I reach the pond I look in expecting fish and other aquatic life but instead I see my daughter, playing on the lawn in front of my house. As I watch this I feel a hand grab my shoulder. Some sort of instinct tells me not to turn but just to listen.

“You can watch over them here.”