When the seven paths crossed, the beam — so bright — condensed to an orb...

It drifted away, lost in conscious fabric that anchored unbound souls —

Lost in the place where darkness could not grow —

Where warm light beams lifted your spirit, calm as a breeze — strong as a storm…

The voice thundered from all directions at once, loud yet soft — not composed of words you once knew — only pure thought.

(Omnipotent, it even came from directions you once didn’t know.)

Before you lay the past, present, future — like blur trapped in a raindrop.

The harder you stared into the light, stronger it pulled. Not a care in the world — bliss. One by one, threads that held you against the mortal realm slowly released — like plucked hair.

Freedom.

Absolute love.

No judgment before the judge.

Your pain dissolved.

FOREVER PAST.

FOREVER FUTURE.

FOREVER NOW…

Your guide is they whom you missed the most. Them, who’s memory once burned your chest — but that was in the mortal realm…

Now is now: the forever.

You are safe in infinite light —

— illogical is temporal sequence… for here, time is bright.

(was = is = will)

Colours on trees — none you’ve ever seen, but gorgeous.

You are numb to desire.

Lose the urge to return.

Your family will be fine — they are fine.

Reach for your guide’s hand — soft, supple, youthful.

Together, step into the light.

That comforting voice — deep rumble — communicates thought to you:

“Art thou prepared for death?”