Divine Journey (part I)

[Jesterhead]

Tribute series.

I sat up in my bed, it was nighttime. I had nothing but a white scarf on, which was folded tight around me, I glanced around with a wondrous expression on my face, I was in an unknown room, with white beds, which had white sheets, and a certain creepiness around them.
Some of the beds had people lying in them, mostly children.
I noticed one young boy, lying in the bed next to me, he couldn't have been more than thirteen years old, he had brown hair, blue eyes, and a very open wound on his left cheek, I noticed that when he looked at me, he had tears in his eyes. He just stirred at me, like he had seen nothing like me before, "Who are you?" I asked; but no answer, "Who are you?" I recalled asking again louder than before, still no answer. The young boy closed his eyes and turned around in his bed. What time was it? I looked at the bedside table but there was no clock, in fact, where was any of my stuff?

I jumped out of my bed in alarm, looking for my clothes, but there was nothing there, then I noticed someone was lying in my bed, a young man, with short dark hair, lying very still, but the thing was impossible, I had just gotten out of that bed. For a moment I thought about the mystery of the man lying there, it was too strange to think about, and I for one, didn't have the time.

I hurried out of the wide door, with the silver hand knob, and walked with fast steps down the dark corridor, it had white walls and the same creepiness, and a very wondrous feeling of death. I turned down the corridor, a nurse was coming towards me, with some sort of instrument covered with a cloth. I was so glad to find someone that I started towards her.

"Excuse me miss," I said, "Where exactly are we?"

She didn't answer, didn't even glance at me, just kept on coming, straight at me, not even slowing down.

"Look out!" I yelled, jumping out of the way.

Next minute she was pass me, walking away from the corridor, like she never even seen me. I had no idea how we had kept from colliding.

Then I saw it, farther down the corridor, was one of those heavy metal doors, that led outside, I hurried toward it. I was going to find a way to Sørby.

Almost without knowing it, I found myself outside, racing swiftly along, traveling faster in fact than I ever moved in my life. Looking down I was astonished to find, not the ground but the top of bushes beneath me, even if I kept telling myself that what I was doing was impossible, I sped over the dark frozen ground, already the mysterious place was so far behind.

Almost immediately I noticed myself slowing down. Just below me now, where two roads came together I caught a flickering white glow. "Cafe" the jittering letters over the door read, and from the windows light streamed onto the pavement.

Finding myself stopping completely about 40 feet up in the air, was an even stranger feeling than what the astonishing flight have been, gazing then down on the ground, where I saw a river floating mildly behind me, where a bridge was built, with large rocks, brighten halfway through for the shadow upon the bridge, and upon the rocks, there were reflecting a dark orange glow.
Then I saw in the middle of the bridge, it was not like seeing, (more like spotting with my mind’s eye), a woman, walking cold, with her arms crossed, in what looked like a robe, reminded me of a monk, out the hood of her robe, glanced there black hair in little curls covering her forehead, as though thought and motion had become the same thing, I found myself on the sidewalk, hurrying along the stranger’s side, she was obviously thinking hard about something, because she never glanced my way.

"Excuse me miss," I said. "Can you tell me please, what city this is?"

She kept on walking, now with her arms laid sleepless down to the side.

"Please," I said a little louder. "What city is this, I'm not familiar with this place."

Was the woman deaf? I wondered, putting out my left hand to tap her shoulder.

There was nothing there.

I stood there, while she walked on disappearing into the night, gaping after her, it was like touching thin air, like no one had been there at all, and yet I had distinctly seen her.

I backed up from the mystery of the substance-less woman, and leaned up against the wall of the very cafe I noticed earlier, bathed there in white light, just to be able to glance the shadow of the woman, moving on, now on the other side of the road. There on the road in the valley. I did some thinking, what if it was I who had changed, what if it was I who had lost my.... Hardness, my ability to grasp things, to make contact with the world, it was obvious the woman never saw or heard me.

Suddenly I remembered the young man in that little room, what if that had been... Me? What if the form I had left in the room, was my own, what if it was a hospital I had been running from. What if I in fact were….dead?!

I was moving again, speeding from the city, I appeared to be going back to the direction I had come from, over the river, and it appeared that I were flashing through space, even faster than before. Hills and lakes, the remarkable view, I viewed a glint of, from a new one, the dark green surface that now was lighter, lighter each second it passed it kept getting lighter.

I was standing in front of the base hospital, a large area of bushes, trees, which was frozen, where leaves laid frozen on the ground at my feet. There I should begin the search for myself.

From one ward to another, of that enormous complex, standing quietly in each small room before hurrying on.

I backed toward the doorway, where I lay in that bed, it was me who was lying there, under the sheet, how could I be dead, and still be awake? Trying to uncover the figure upon the bed, all my effort did not even stir a breeze in the silent little room, glowing in the dark, I had no body to function in, and yet I was wide awake.

[dizzydoll]

It feels like a dream... but if not, I'll have to wait to find out. Good work. :biggrin5:

[kittypaws]

Your written word appears to be that of a dream, which is a reflection of your inner most thoughts wakening in your sub-conscious. If it is not a dream...then you have a very active mind!

Either way, you are afraid of something....dying? Why? It is inevitable...live life to the fullest, race into home base with feet ablaze and sirens following; as long as no one else is hurt.

I am the least of those here to mention this but your tenses need to be adjusted. I have the same problem.....that is why I noticed it……goofy me!

Your write did intrigue me enough to want to read it and see where your dream took you...

I also get the feeling that you are very lonely and perhaps that is the reference of no one acknowledging you?

"It is one thing to be lonely and yet another to be alone." Amanda Curtis

So which are YOU?

[Jesterhead]

this is not a dream and the character is not lonely either. the reason why no'one is acknowledging the character you are just gonna have to find out later on.. even though I thought it was a give away.

[Jesterhead]

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Suddenly I was aware that it was brighter, alot brighter, than it had been. I stared in astonishment as the brightness increased, coming from nowhere, seeming to shine everywhere at once. As all the bulbs in the ward couldn't give that much light. All the bulbs in the world couldn,t! It was impossibly bright. Like all the light of all the stars, the sun, blazing like a million welder lamps, all at once. So light it would destroy the retina of physical eyes in a tenth of a second.

Now I saw it was not light who had entered the room. But a man, or rather, a man made out of light. Aching my mind the impossibility of this moment, that struck out of the reflection of the now golden beds, allmost invisible as the light occured my mind as they became one. As I stood there in the presence of all that is holy, the world in hand that seemed to disappear in the intensity of the brightness that made up his form.

In an instant the room was clearer, than as the light was still there. But that it was of him, the power of the world, power itself lied within this man, older than time itself, yet he were more modern than anyone I ever met. I then heard a voice saying "You are in the presence of the son of God". The words spoken with such a pourness of certainty. The mysteriousness of inner certainty, I knew this man loved me. Far more ever to be imagined, astonishing warmth that I felt down my body, and up my spine, filling me with pourness as it was almost visible. The love knew every unloveable thing about me - My exploding temper, the sex thoughts I could never control, every mean, selfish thought and action since the day I was born, and accepted me just the same.

That observative fact, of that everything was there, the love that had entered every single episode of my life. In full, of everything that was there, the good, the love, my love for the highpoints of my friends, the love of my family, the safe, my brother. The bad, fights, death of loveones. Like the scene themselve seems to proceed from the living light beside me.

The loving word that is within "Death" which can come in any age, the strange realm of glory, the mystery of sadness, that could not be forgotten, held within me swirring my mind. Thoughts rambling into pictures. Exploding my mind, scene after scene, of what's fair, that it wasn't me, hadn't had the time, to even start my life.
Along then came a question. It was implicit in every scene of my life, that the voice, roamed me from the inside with pureness.

"What did you do with your life?"

I desperatly turned around, looking for comfort in the light of this reality, the concern for myself, the endless view of myself, lying in what now was both voice and soul, motion and stillness occupied as the same thing. Havent I ever done anything other people would recognize as valuable.

"What have I to do, when I haven't even started yet.

The words were out. In this wonderous realm, of thoughts instead of speech, said before I could call them back again.

Loving there pouring down my aching head, as the brightness seemed to vibrate with some kind of holy laughter. A mirth, that not seemed mocking not at me, but in that in the spite of all error and tragedy, joy was more lasting still.

Then in the ecstasy of that laughter. I realized that it was I who had been taking the events so harshly. No such condemnation came from the light shining around me. He was not blaming or reaproaching me, he was simply..... Loving me! Feeling there for any answer that could be given, as simple as love that could be. Waiting for my answer that still hung in the dazzling air. "What have the reason for you been for you to show me"

"Have you ever loved anybody as im loving you" "Totally", "unconditionally" "for how much you have loved with your life"

I thought love like this was impossible, how it was to find an answer from the scenes around us. That I thought indignatly of that, that I still wanted to justify myself.

The pure love surrounding me, like flowers around a tree, all wreathed in my fingertips. Making it glow within. For then to hear the pure voice.

"I told you for that the story of my life and the death of my being, there you shall keep your eyes on me, and you will see more."

[dizzydoll]

We are moving toward unconditional Love but I'm not sure it will happen like that. Well written. :thumbsup:

[Jesterhead]

With a rush in my inner soul, I noticed we were moving. I hadn't been aware of leaving the hospital. But now I couldn't see the frozen field below me anymore, like it had been sucked in the ground in a tenth of a second. The living event of the pictures which had surrounded me just a minut ago had vanished too; Instead we seemed to be high above the earth, flying together with a furious speed toward a distant light.

The distant light resolved itself into a large city, toward which we seemed to be decending. The nighttime still surrounded us, but the light of christ gloomed the volumnious night, as too there were smoke in every chimney, and there was light glooming on every floor of the large buildings, as we came close to the crowded streets.

I noticed a certain phenomenon repeadetly, people unaware of others right beside them, some walking with terror, a certain need for attention. I saw a group of people standing just outside a diner. One of the women asked the other for a cigarette, begged her in fact, as if it was the one she wanted the most in the whole world, as if nothing could be lost either than that simple object, which she needed to fulfill her needs. But the other woman chatting with her friends ignored her. She took a pack of cigarets out of her left pocket in her brown leather jacket without offering it to the woman who reached out for it so eagerly, took one out and lit it, fast as a bullet the woman who has been refused, striked at the cigaret in the other woman's mouth, with alittle chill of recognition I saw that she was unable to grab it.

Just like me, she was dead.

In one house, a young man, looked around 15-16 years of age, following an older man from room to room. " I'm sorry father" he kept saying. I didn't know what it would do to mother, I had no reason, I didn't understand.

Even though I could hear him clearly, the older man which was carrying something in his hand rapped in some kind of cloth into a room where an elderly woman laid in bed. "I'm sorry mother" he kept saying. He said over and over, to ears that could not hear.

We stopped several times at similar scenes, a boy trailing a teenage girl, a father apologizing over and over to his son.

What are they so sorry for Jesus? I pleaded. Why do they keep asking for forgiveness to deaf ears?

From the light beside me came a thought: They are suicides, chained to every consequence from their act.

Suddenly I noticed something else, about the living among the dead as I saw, as for them not knowing, who, which it has become, for the poor souls. Forever vanished into sorrow, as of the golden lights, coming from the living. All the living were surrounded by a faint luminos glow, allmost like an electric field, straying over the surface of their bodys. Like a second skin made out of pale, the luminus light moved with them as they moved.

At first I thought it must be Jesus reflecting upon them. But the buildings gave off no reflection neither did inanimate objects, and neither did the damned, non-physical beings, the unglowing departure of reflecting light, not touching my skin, was for me to bear aswell.

At this point the light took me into something looking like a large naval base, a bar filled with people, jamming their booths against the wall, while drinking whisky as quickly as the three bartenders could pour them.

Then I noticed an unexplainable striking disorder in the bar. A number of men standing in the bar, seemed unable to lift their drinks to their lips. Over and over I watched the men lifeless grasping after the glass on the bar, as the nameless decieving portrait painted on their faces, more and more pale, for every try they made their hands passing through the solid tumblers, through the heavy wooden countertop, through the very arms and bodies of the drinkers around them.

And these men, everyone of them, lacked the aeurole of light that surrounded the living.

The cocoon of light surrounding the living, was for physical beings only. For us the dead, must have lost our second skin.

As it was obvious that these living people could neither hear or see death around them, as it walked around them, and through them, as they were not to be seen for their actions, though it was also abvious to me that the dead could actually see and hear eachother. Furious quarrels were constantly breaking among them, over glasses that none could actually get to their lips.

One sailor then stood up, took two - three steps and sung unconsius to the floor, two of his bodies took an arm each and dragged him away from the chrush.

But that was not what I was looking at. The bright cocoon surrounding him with such pourness, opening up, parted from the very crown of his head, and started pailing away from his head and down his body, with an incredibly speed, it made me stare in amazement.

There I saw one of the dead, which had been greedily following every swallow the young man made. A thirsty shadow now laying on top of him.

To my other mystification, the springing figure had vanished. It all happened even before the two individuals, had been laying their throats groan of a single swallow from those at the bar. One moment I distincly had seen two individuals. By the time they propped the man against the wall there was only one.

Treating an evil entity taking over, as I saw the same scene repeated. A man passed out, a quick swift opened the aurole around him, and again one of the other people vanished as if he scrambled inside the other man.

It made me think of the cocoon of light surrounding the living, perhaps a protection for dissembodied beings, such as myself? As I myself had had, these spirits must once had bodies of their own. So of that when our concious became mental, spiritual, beyond the physical, of a body lost, for that unconsious being, to take control of another one. To then being cut off of all eternity, from the body had never stopped craving the possesion of.

I thought with a chill running right through me, that being in the world but not being able to make contact with it, of this form of hell, of these deceiving living not knowing that hell and earth was occupied in the same space, one level of hell existing right here, on the surface. To be powerless in a world of merriment.

Hypocrisy then impossible, because people knows your thoughts the minute you think them. There then beings tend to flock together with the ones they agree with. For it is threatening being with beings, that knows when you dissagree.

Beings who observed themselves in an hypnotic sleep. Realizing in the state of beliefs, of here for what is angels, arusing and helping, of another place of being there, with a helping hand, with realizing that God is truly a God for the living, for what not having to wait for the horn of Gabriel.

[Jesterhead]

We were moving again. We had left the navy base with its circumference of seedy streets and bars, now only shadows glinting at our feet as it moved further and further away, standing in this dimension where travel seemed to take no time at all, on the edge of a wide flat plain. So far in our journeying we have seen the traumatic affears of the afterlife, bleeded through the underworld of where the dead and the living existed side by side; Indeed where disembodied beings were completely unsuspected by the living, and of the spirits lacking the aeurole within the living, the thought of the beings molested by own steam, hovered right on top of things and beings where their desire was focused.

Even though we were somewhere on the surface of the earth, No living were to be spotted, but the place was crowded even spammed with hordes of ghostly discarded beings, shining with dark frantic aeuroles around them. Nowhere was there a solid light surrounded person to be seen, all of these thousands of people appearantly no more substantial than myself. Constantly moving with a sound of thousands iron balls rolling against the floor, they were the most frustrated, most petrafied, angriest, the most completely miserable beings I have ever seen.

'Lord Jesus!' I cried. 'Where are we?'

At first I thought we were looking at some great battlefield, with dark glowing beings whom were locked in what looked like a fight to the death, writhing, punching, kicking, biting, a brutal battle of spirits of what never seemed to stop, with constant earthquakes, wirring the ground apart showing what looked like distant flames and lava below, for a brieth second an extreme heat boiled my face as the quakes closed again. No weapons of any sort, only bare hands and feet and teeth. Then I noticed that no'one seemed to be injured. No blood, no bodies strewed the ground. A blow that ought to have eliminated an opponent left him excactly as before.

If I suspected that I was seeing hell, now I was sure of it. These dark lighted creatures, dark shadows without shadows of their own, locked into habits of mind and emotion, into hatred, lust, destructive thought patterns.

Though for the battle field of floating thoughts of despair, with biting and kicking, I noticed something even more hideous, sexual abuses were performed by many in feverish pantomime. Perversions I had never dreamed being vainly attempted all around us, were performed here as for the pain of every tongue which gave no token, only thoughts despairing gave off howls of frustration. Indeed in this disembodied world it didn't seem to matter what anyone thought, however fleetingly or unwilling, instantly distant feeling of a lyrical pattern sparkling in the nightfall, apparent to all around the plane, more complete than words could ever expressed it, faster than sound wawes could ever have carried it.

Thoughts measuring the air, the frequently communication of the thoughts dealed with superior knowledge or abilties or background of the thinker. Words like "I told you so" and "I always knew" chattered the air with what felt like nails on a blackboard.

Warnings and pessism echoed the air over and over again, with a sick familiarity I recognized myself, for these yelps of envy crossing the air as it flew in circles, floating in the wounded self-importance I heard myself all to well.

Once again, however. No condemnation came from the presence at my side, only a compassion for these disorientated creatures decieving the night, unhappy and foreigned for the world, condemned for eternity. The creatures of the dark that was breaking his heart.

Intoxicating the battlefield with the fruits of the earth, the ethics of evil, simply petrifying the thought of that there was no alone in this universe, no 'alone' in this realm of disembodied beings. No private corners in an universe where there were no walls. No place that was not inhabited by other beings to whom one was totally exposed at all time. An eternity of living with ones most private thoughts floating around in a sea of beings knowing. No excuses of being anyhing other than yourself! As of all ever done was hurling venom at other as lonesome as yourself.

Perhaps this was the explanation for this hideous pain, similiar with the course of eons and seconds, of what each creature has suffered, each and everyone here had sourght the company of others as pride and hatefilled as himself, until together they formed this society of the damned.

This society formed by humans from one world to the next, for the ones whom not abandoned by Jesus, but the ones who has fled from the light that showed up their darkness, and betrayed by their own thought, lust and hate, fled from own light into ones darkness.

There were beings arguing over some religius or political point, trying to kill the ones who did not agree with them. The entity of my own thought!! that the wonder was none of what was the mess of the world, no wonder we have had so many tragic religious wars. No wonder this was breaking christ's heart, the one who came to teach us peace and love.

[zoolane]

It ever compelled reading, not sure weather it fanasty or religion but ever well written with dream stated effect.

[Jesterhead]

thank you.. It is pretty much both, It is tour through the underworld led by Jesus Christ.