Phase Five

Slipping from remembrance...

As you begin to fade and your final breath begins to leave this earth, you hear a voice. It’s hard to register at first as anything other than one of your own old echoes coming back to haunt you after all the years in solitude, but this isn’t a delusion. This is not your own voice, this is something else. Someone else. This is real. You feel the warmth of their frequency press against your heart. It pulls you from the nothingness, and cries out with all that is holy. You have finally found another dreamer, the pinnacle of love and compassion, represented in another human. Another lover.

Worthy of a noble cause, you have ignited their fire, and they have found you. They had been inching and willing themselves closer to your truth even in your doubt. You are assured now that you are not crazy for thinking there was another. You finally feel the tears of unfathomed connection drip down your face. These are not tears of sadness, these are tears of nostalgia. They are your creation, and you have given birth to a dream. You have given birth to the very beginning. You have come full circle, upward, returning to where you once lost it all, this time in the form of another. You feel the world rush outward from the belly of your metaphor as you take in the utterances of God.