Beyond this world, the stars, the sun
There is a land, called Paramdham.
It is a world of peace,
A world of light,
A world all souls once knew as Home.
We journeyed here to play our parts
We soon forgot,
Where we had started from.
Weary souls now long for Home once more.
Acknowledgement to .org
Prologue
He stood then knelt down looking at the ground, the Geiger counter going wild, right off the scale, if the needle could have flown out and killed someone it would have and he wouldn't have been surprised.
"This reminds me of the trick Tony played, years back when Kate was still alive," Tim muttered to himself. "Tony this isn't funny," he shouted, looking about but only hearing a rustle in his ear at 7 o'clock. Tim turned to see the leaves on or was it of, the bush move, but there was no imminent wind.
Tim stood and began to take bearings, but the air had become a stale, rancid aroma blanketed the area, he coughed, his eyes began to glaze, he could feel the salty fluid from his tear ducts begin to flow, it was the not unlike the feeling you got when peeling onions but he was not cooking. Then it hit him….
Chapter One
Tim opened his eyes and looked up, well that was all he could do, he tried to move his fingers, they tingled, his toes he couldn't feel, in fact he felt as light as a feather…..well no weight why? Think McGee, think, stay focused, this is all a bad dream, "Tony" he spoke but no words came out he just felt himself mouth the word.
A strange light filled the room, a silver purplely light, of well, nothing. It reminded him of when the team tested for blood, urine or other bodily functions. Sex? He hadn't had he, where was he? Some clinical ante room in some obscure hospital, think Tim think.
"I was surveying the area. I heard, and saw the Geiger counter go off scale, I thought of Tony," as Tim tried to shake his head, it felt enclosed. Still looking at the ceiling, or was it the floor, or was it a wall, no definitely a ceiling….he began to count the ceiling tiles, which were laid out in a perfect hexagonal patterns. They seemed to flicker. Focus Tim focus, hexagonal, hexagon….six sides…focus Tim, focus, he thought.
"From bee's honeycombs to the Giant's Causeway, hexagonal patterns are prevalent in nature, due to their efficiency, keep thinking Tim," he thought to himself. "The flickering crystals, hexagonal crystals? Trapezohedral, that would be quartz, pyramidal….wurtzite, no Tim that doesn't sparkle….dipyramidal…..beryl, now that would work." How he wished Abby was here to confirm.
Tim began to smile and thinking, "What if I look like the Vitruvian Man. No, I would have pins and needles by now, but I have no feeling."
As he looked at the ceiling, he became aware of movement on his left and then his right, but he couldn't see anything, and then he saw them….the large black eyes staring at him, boring into his own green eyes, he blinked, they didn't, they just stared, the hexagonal black lenses from a puffy headed, grey skinned creature.