Where The Pulse Forgot To Follow

I am drifting through the drywall,

in a house that feels vaguely familiar.

This building is a cage,

yet I am floating, weightless, formless.

Is this a dream?

Panic seeps in.

I’m untethered.

Disconnected.

Lost.

Consumed by desperation,

I plead to God for forgiveness.

I scream, “Have mercy on my soul!”

Through my frantic cries,

I sense a presence in the shadows.

I’m enveloped in fear.

“Please, I’m begging you! Forgive me, Father!”

A harsh voice shatters the ether:

“SILENCE! Enough of this foolishness!”

Trembling in terror, I obey.

A cosmic weight emerges in the dark,

silhouetted in light.

“Are you ready to understand?”

Choking with trepidation,

I remain silent.

Words are not required.

My answer is known.

Zooming through the seams of time, gliding through past, present, and future,

The air is as cold as ice.

As quickly as it appeared, the entity vanishes.

Frozen, I'm alone in the blackness.

Outside the walls of time,

The dark consumes me for what feels like an eternity.

Without warning, the dark gives way to a blinding light.

I’m encapsulated in a great dome, surrounded by white walls.

A cloaked figure appears, emanating tranquility.

After placing a protective ring of crystals along the dome's perimeter,

The figure points upward.

A floating Merkabah spins rapidly amidst a ceiling of stars.

“Are you beginning to remember?”

I gasp sharply!

An inkling of recognition hits me like lightning.

A projector clicks on; complex equations and quantum physics encompass the walls.

I’m surrounded by numbers whizzing past at rapid speed.

As they begin to bleed into one another,

A high-pitched frequency pierces my being.

Plummeting into a lower dimension,

I feel an eerie sense of déjà vu.

Distant memories creep into my subconscious;

The realization smacks my senses awake.

Smoke billows through the air, engulfing me in a heavy smog.

Flames blaze as everything in its path crumbles to ashes.

In the distance, a vague voice ripples through the crackling fire.

I listen closely, but the language is warped.

Acceptance washes over me.

I let go.

Enticed by the flames, I run into the fire.

Drifting through space, pulsating orbs of light emerge.

Stars fill the night sky -

A low hum vibrates through my core.

The stars are a galaxy of lost souls.

I am made of stardust.

Rain begins to fall, mirroring my tears.

Deep in the forest, I stumble upon a hidden path leading toward the mouth of an ancient cave.

Monks stand guarding the sacred entrance.

Shoulder to shoulder, they line the trail, cradling white candles in their hands.

Cautiously, I approach the path.

The first two monks kneel in silence as I pass.

The rest follow suit.

At the threshold of the cave,

A tidal wave of fear washes over me.

Turning around, I sprint past them - deep into the woods.

I pause to rest.

A tree catches my eye:

A tiny doorway is carved in the trunk.

I pry it open and step into velvet blackness.

A sharp, sudden clap shatters the silence!

I snap awake -

drenched in a cold sweat, gasping for air.

The world around me is silent.

The steady rise and fall of my heartbeat is the only sound.

My heart begins beating rapidly,

A comforting symphony transforms into a blaring alarm.

The rhythm is not my own.