I Believe I Can Fly

Suddenly I woke up and realized I was stranded in an empty space way in between the clouds. I could see the clouds running by my side. Utter silence not pin drop of voice heard. My mind started to make those so called “soul voice”. He said “where in the fucking world am I”? And I echoed the same phrase “where in the fucking world am I? “.

The world I woke up was a different one. People: nowhere to be found. Animals: none to be seen. And I wondered why I was not breathing. I felt my heart beat and it seems dead. No anxiety. No BP. No stress. I worried about nothing. Am I dead? It seems so. But I didn’t have the feeling I was. What next? I looked in every direction. What the holy book taught me was to search for God. I started walking but to where and for what purpose. I realized the difference between heaven and hell was not valid here .The sensation of fear was long gone. Does this mean that I am free?

I cried out loud “help! Help! Somebody please help me…” Wait why am I crying? There is nothing to be cried out for. I am not in any danger. The earthly words I used was useless here. Then how will I communicate. The definition: for an effective communication to take place there should be a medium and receiver on the other end. But in this place where is the medium where is the receiver? And where is the other end? I tried to close my eyes and tried to make myself unconscious. No stop!!! Why can’t you be here? It’s a different place. It’s a different experience. It’s good.

Does being here make me happy? Why am I not getting any emotions? Completely lost. It’s not drugs .It’s not divine. It’s not creativity. Then what is it. I was asking too many questions to myself. Maybe I should keep quiet. I decided to meditate for some time. I crossed my legs closed my eyes stretched my arm’s sat erect and searched for something. It took me to a psychic stage. I was losing control of myself. Falling into a hollow that didn’t seemed to have a way back. I was flying. No I saw myself flying through the reflection. The reflection scattered and I land my head on the ground first. I was back!!!

Reality was painful. Hitting the forehead on the ground was the first. But more pain struck as I looked back at the things that went by and the things that was to come. Shit… but yes shit happens and living through all those shit is the purpose of life. Earthy morals and beliefs came back to me. Nothing much to be said about the real world. Those 7 hours seemed like 7 minutes but it was one of the best sleep I ever had. I wished I could sleep for eternity like that. I hope science could take me to that cryogenic stage.

 Lot of thinking got me to the answer … BELIEF … BELIEVE … FAITH … HOPE …. My unconscious took me there, because he believed .And like him if I believed I could be there. Stop this writing and starting believing. Believe me reader, believing does make a change.