Time ceases as I reach
the surface of the water.
Maya's pleas melt into
a hushed silence that fills me and calms me.
I can not see or hear
or touch or feel. But I know there are angels of peace all around
me. Maya has led them to me. And they are whispering songs of light
that bathe me, beckon me, and my heart is full and I am strong, and
slowly I am understanding once again who I Am...
But before I can See and
know, I feel a tug from above. I am caught off guard. I am unprepared.
I am pulled upward.
My face presses against
the barrier that has protected me so far in my conscious life. It
squashes my nose and lips up against the barrier so that I cannot
breathe. The angelic choir has faded. The warm lights of comfort have
subsided. A dull, gurgling rumble shakes through me. The hand of Death
reaches through the darkness to touch me, to claim me.
The line tugs me harder
from above, and my face flattens until I burst up above the surface
of the water.
