The Divine Experience
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The stars twinkled in pale shades of yellows, blues, and reds. Some appeared small in size and farther away while others appeared larger and within reach. Soft bands of light radiated off each and every heavenly jewel to a pulsating beat as though choreographed to music. Once again the traveler became distracted as his mind and gaze became set on these bright performers. With arms and fingers extending out in different directions, the boy pretended to catch a star or two for his very own. "To bad my pajamas don't have pockets", he thought, "For where would I put my treasure if I were able to grab a hold of one of these incredible beacons."

The air around the boy had now become still as his body slowly rotated and gently bobbed in the magical sea of mesmerizing star light. Taking advantage of this peaceful state, the traveler tried once again to collect his thoughts and ponder the events of his mysterious journey. Before he could come to a conclusion, a wisp of air breezed by the boy. Seconds later, another wisp of air could be felt, followed by another and then another, and once again the child's thoughts were interrupted. The traveler's contemplative respite of silence was now expiring as the volume around him began to move and swell. Whispering could be heard in addition to the sound of fluttering wings and the swish of sweeping air currents. For the very first time, the traveler knew he wasn't alone on this journey.

The voices seemed to be coming from behind him, in front of him, and from side to side. The child listened intently with the hope of understanding what was being said, but unfortunately he could not make out a word. The conversation continued in a language of it's own as though to keep the communication secretive. "Plans were being made", he felt, "Important plans, plans regarding me . . . but why?" The whispering continued on, as did each and every brisk sweep of air, all directed to the center where the traveler was held captive. The boy continued to remain calm, for he instinctively knew he was now surrounded by a court of angelic ministers, brought together to protect him and to see him on his way. "How lucky am I", he thought, "To feel so safe and protected."

The child strained his eyes and peered into the night determined to catch a glimpse of one of these heavenly beings, but to no avail. At the tender age of seven and a half, the traveler realized he did not have to see something with his very own eyes to know it was true, for he could now see with his heart and his soul. The whisperings continued on in the same tone of importance while the boy floated freely, patiently waiting for what was to happen next. The unusual speech delivery and tone frequencies of the conversation prevented the boy from decoding a single word. Even though his mother had taught him it was rude to eavesdrop, he did so anyway with the hope of hearing a word or two he could understand, but it soon became evident that this desire would not be fulfilled.