The people on the ground were gathered. Staring heavenward they were watching movies projected on the clouds. I tried to speak but my heart sounds couldn’t compete. The cloud images were far too bright. No one was listening. There were no ears to hear.
So I too cast my eyes upon the sky but a hole formed in the clouds. It pierced the scene. The night sky looked down through it at me.
With a winking of distant suns, it whispered, “I have ears to listen. Come and let’s commune.”
Relief flood over me in a tidal wave of joy. Yes, I wanted that! I reached out and rose from the ground. The cloud images passed slowly behind me. The show no longer apparent, I trembled leaving the ground behind.
Lines of brilliant light met my ascension like celestial fences. I passed through each one and as I did they dissolved into tiny glittering falling stars. On and on I moved, through layer after layer, lost in the wonder of it all, until no more barriers existed. Nothing but the deep silence of the Universe lay before me. I floated in blackness accompanied by a sea of twinkling orbs.
I felt dwarfed and insignificant to such a spectacle. Something inside me skittered and writhed. A tiny voice moaned, “I don’t want to die.” But the splendor was too grand. I stayed floating in my awe.
A space capsule floated nearby on a string. A single white balloon held it suspended although there was no gravity. It’s appearance suggested it was decades old.
“Call and see if anyone’s home,” a voice said.
A phone appeared in my hand and I raised it to my ear. Distantly I heard the sound of an old bell and clapper phone ringing. It was a lonely sound, a futile sound. No one home. Empty. Useless.
Saddened I plucked the capsule from where it hung and held it in my hands. I thought it was farther away. I thought it was larger. It felt dusty in my hands and I became concerned that it should be returned to the place I found it. I had disturbed something I shouldn’t have.
But as I released it, instead of floating on its white balloon where it had been, it floated quietly away until the silence and the Universe swallowed it. Had I committed a wrong by disturbing it? Had I changed everything?
A golden satellite floated by.
“It’s time to go back,” it said.
And I did, but not completely.
This was actually a dream I had that’s been haunting me. I find the imagery peculiar but interesting food for thought. I decided to share it hear to see if it spoke anything to anyone else.