Chapter 1
In The Imaginary Land of One's Birth
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I wanted to return. I thought, “on the one hand if I’m dead I’m glad I’m here, apparently free. Death is a delight.” And laughed. “But then if this is a dream or some weird thing I can’t explain I would love to return to Earth.”
About that time the Earth disappeared and I was flying towards a cluster of lights I had no idea of identifying. I rushed past those, past light after light until I was emptied into this dark blue space that was still like the bay was when I sailed under the bridge and the water appeared like a still, shimmering glass.
It was a huge chamber I felt. I couldn’t really see the rest of the universe. This was nested within it apparently. Lines of force were visible, quite beautiful but I had no way to know the meaning of them or their function. They danced this way, now that way, come towards me, passed through me, made noises and then vanished.
David Eide
January 24, 2014
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