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.
