Jonayla

It is such a strange feeling, I am enveloped with white light, that feels like water, but cannot be, as I can breathe within it. It feels just like I am swimming though, as if I am floating on the top of a lake, or even a river.

Yes, a river, because I can feel a pull, as if there is a tide that is pulling me somewhere.

But where?

And why do I not feel scared?

Why do I feel at peace with all around me when all that is around me is what looks like rippling water?

Am I dead?

Is that the truth? I am dead, and this is the Mother's Land? I am on my way to meet Her?

I must be.

I must be dead.

I have only lived a short life, and now it is over, and I have entered the afterlife.

I am a spirit.

But I feel warm. Would a spirit feel warm?

Would a spirit even be able to think?

What is going on?

And just as I was suddenly pulled in, I am spat out.

And I scrape my knees on a rock as I fall.

Pain then. I cannot be dead if I can feel pain. So that means…

What does it mean?

I look around. I am on a sphere of rock, almost the same shape as the sun that shines so brightly in the sky.

In my sky.

I look up. There it is, as it should be but…

There is something flying past it, a large bird, that makes a sound like thunder, or an earthquake.

And something flies out of it toward me. A long rope? It lands right next to me, and suddenly I am pulled to it, attached to it somehow, as if it is a part of me.

And the rope pulls me up.