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Created on: May 11, 2010
“What...what is this? Where am I?”
Max had sight but wasn‘t entirely sure his eyes were open. An emerald mist hung in the air and clouded his vision. He blinked. Ghostly forms wandered about. Max strained to hear faint voices then strained further to remember where he was. He had no memory of this peculiar place. Max was afraid to speak for fear he would not hear his own voice. Hearing himself breathe convinced him to utter a request.
“Can you hear me?” Max whispered his appeal, paused briefly then repeated with more clarity, “Can anyone hear me?”
“I can hear you Max.”
The response perhaps should have startled Max but there was slight familiarity in the voice, though he wasn’t sure whose it was or from which direction it came.
“Who are you? Where are you?” Max responded.
“I’m a friend, Max.” A man began to walk toward him through the fog. A white robe was draped across his arm. “Do not be afraid. I am here to help. We’ll take this journey together.” The man seemed vaguely familiar, but Max wasn’t sure why. The man had a kind face which was somehow reassuring to Max. Still, Max was troubled by what the man had said.
“What do you mean by a journey?” Max was confused and afraid. “I’m sorry, Sir, I don’t understand anything about all of this or where I am. My mind... my thinking... it’s different somehow.” Max looked down at his own frame which was engulfed in the dense fog. Holding his hand up to his face, he turned it slowly, studying it. It too was unrecognizable. “My body… it feels… strange.”
“Describe it to me Max.” The man knelt down alongside Max.
“I feel as if I’ve been released from being bound up… as if I had been wrapped up tight in a blanket and now the blanket has been snatched away.” Max looked intently into the eyes of his new-found companion. “What’s happening to me?”
“Max, you are about to embark upon a wonderful new journey. You have been on a journey all along but now you will perceive that former life much differently than before. You will witness things
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