I am kneeling upon a cushioned bed inside of a pod shaped device. I am looking out of a small window on the side of the pod. I see a white room, floors and ceiling, no walls, that goes on forever like the horizon of an ocean. Standing before me is a group of people, maybe 11 or so, in a social circle talking. They do not seem to be concerned, but are casually discussing with one another. They are a mix of male and female humans, with differing characteristics, hair color, etc. They are wearing white jump suits of some kind. I don’t know who they are. But, all I do know is they are my family.
Then, the waves and pulses come. I awaken as a small child in my bed at home, frightened, still feeling the waves and pulses all over my body for minutes further. What began as my earliest memory as a young child became a recurring dream throughout my life, slowly declining in frequency as I have aged. The last time I have dreamed this memory was a few years ago. I am now awake.
For you see, there is life before this life. What we know of this world and the universe we live in is but a sliver. Our dreams and imaginations tell us more truth. However, at some point we do see, in one way or another, why we live a life among each other. Because there will be life for all of us after this life on Earth, a life eternal of grateful wonder.
(Commissioned drawing by Anthony Goberdhan at Centaur Artist Studio)
(Commissioned painting by Marta Wiley 2015)
Zoltan Blue 