I am driving through whiteness, bright light.
I am a dragon flying.
I am an angel, rising.
rising. up thought the clouds
up out of the atmosphere (a brief thought: can I breathe? should I turn back? No. That's stupid. angels don't ned to breathe. Or, possible, angels breathe starlight.)
up up up. bigger and bigger. (how big? planet sized)
the Earth (but perhaps a metaphor for all creation?)
hangs in the center of space
a circle of shining beings (of whom I am one?), but one in particular.
they're are doing things to the earth; pouring a moat around it? I think I do that.
fidgeting with in in subtle ways.
a circle of stars, a college of Elohim. glowing beings made out of light? but one in particular.
he's been waiting a long time.
I kiss him. not a sexy kiss, but a loving kiss.
the sky fills with ravens
he dies. falls? incarnates? I think I took his angelic nature. he gave it to me. he was done with it. he wanted to be a person instead (which I get. It's awesome. sweet dreams!)
i could have stayed, but it was enough for now.
I will go again, now that I know the way.
next time (soon, anway) I will learn to descend without falling.
also, maybe something about an elephant ring?