“Shhh….they might hear you.” “Quiet down Laura, try to remember who has been doing this for 400 years and who has only been doing it for 75, thank you very much.” “Oooh, they are singing and laughing; I love it when it goes that way.” “Are they gone? Do you have it? Ok, do it now.” Had I fallen asleep? Everything was dark. Now a rush of feelings was roaring through my body that was more intense and different than anything I have ever experience. Fire and ice intertwined together and coursing through my veins. Something was changed. I felt myself falling for a good two to three minutes. I landed in a giant pile of feathers. That was odd enough in itself, but the really odd part was that I had no idea where I was. I looked around this great chamber with its beautiful structures all sculpted from what appeared to be dirt. I tried to think of the last thing I could remember. I was driving home from work, it had been a long night but the sun was shining bright. I was listening to some talk radio concerning a recent earthquake in Italy and then what? My trip down memory lane was cut short by two splashes in the pile of feathers now beside me. “That never gets old.” said the man popping up out of the feathers. “Welcome, we are glad to have you.” “Where am I?” He looked around the chamber, “Laura, should we put a sign up? North American Eastern Region Afterlife Waypoint. Has a nice ring to it.” I laughed nervously, “Really though, where are we, a better question would be how did I get here?” The woman approached me and took my arm, “Walk with me as we talk. You have many questions, and I have some answers.” We made our way out of the chamber and down a giant tunnel. As we walked more people joined us coming from other tunnels, each with their own guide walking with them. I felt like I was watching a movie. She explained how I died, if I hadn’t been such a cheapskate and bought a coffee maybe I wouldn’t be on this walk. Laura and the man who’s name she never revealed were harvesters. When Christians died in their zone, they would tunnel their way up to the coffins and cut out the bottoms leaving the person to fall the 500 miles to the chamber and feathers waiting below. “What about paradise? What about heaven? How am I even alive right now, I thought my spirit would be in heaven?” She assured me that I was in paradise. “You are able to reason and speak by the presence of His spirit. The feathers were only placed their to help your mind adjust to your new body. You fell 500 miles, feathers are good; but not that good. Your spirit is in heaven being prepared for it’s final union with you and our Lord. Continue walking these tunnels and you will find yourself directly under the city of Jerusalem. That is where the large majority of us have decided to wait on the end of time and the final trump. I marched on alone, confused, and hopeful.
Disclaimer: This is a completely fictional piece for fun and imagination. In no way is this a representation of how things will unfold when you die, for that kind of thing, consult your bible.