The Journey.

The Journey.

She lay still on the four poster bed, the drapes around her bed were deep crimson with dense flowers all over them; she had never really noticed them before, but now that she had time to appreciate them, they were rather lovely.
Her eyes began to glaze over with the new state that she was now in. The feeling in her legs started to subside and she felt herself begin to rise, she had risen from her bed before, but this was different. She glanced down at the bed and realised that she was still lying there, with her eyes staring at the canopy of the bed.

Sally, as she was called, floated above the abandoned body for a few minutes before she saw her family weeping beside her figure: Her daughter, son, grandchildren and great grandchildren were all there. She wanted to reach out to them, to comfort them, but as she did, her hand fell straight through them. Suddenly it hit her. She was dead. She knew it was going to happen but she had never thought it would feel like this, Lonely and lost with no one to help her.

Sally didn’t know what to do; she floated from room to room, trying desperately to find the light that was drummed into her since childhood. She passed through the kitchens, the maid scurrying about and the cooks shouting as though nothing had happened. Still she could not find the light, she felt betrayed, dismayed but most of all deceived, she was hoping for more than this. The priests promised more.

She finally ended up back in her bedroom, the four-poster bed taking up most of the space, especially with her entire family around it. She floated towards the bed, staring down at the body that she had occupied for over 90 long and happy years, it looked strange, empty and very old.

As she stared she did not notice that her family were fading from view, the room seemed to be evaporating from existence. All around her, the light was fading to black. She glanced up from the old body and saw a small white light emerging from the darkness beyond. It grew in size and intensity, until it surrounded her. In the light, there was a cute unborn baby waiting patiently for her to take control. She glanced down at the decaying body and realised that this life on Earth had finally come to its end. Now was the time to begin again as another: being born, raised, loved then eventually dies as she had done a thousand times before.

Only now did she appreciate the importance of this moment. The essential transfer to another body about to be born, to live, to breathe, to grow and to reproduce, in the way Mother Earth intended it to be.

She hovered toward the light and was consumed. She flowed into the new body, happy and content. ‘Sally’ drifted from his memory.