The Divine Experience
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Abruptly, the whispering came to a halt and the silence returned. Not even a swish of air could be heard or felt from a fluttering wing . . . commanding size wings comprised of the whitest down and layered in undulating rows of imperial feathers. Though a figment of his imagination, these spectacular appendages seemed believable in his young mind and therefore common to an angel's appearance. The silence continued for several more minutes while this captive audience-of-one hovered in space, challenging himself to make sense of it all. "A decision must of been made . . . a plan of action determined, but what", the boy wondered. Unable to come to a conclusion, the perplexed traveler decided to give into his fate and patiently wait for what was to happen next. 

Without prior notice, the air volume around him began to move and swell. The sound and feel of swishing air currents could be sensed once more, but this time it was different, they were stronger and heading directly towards him. The boy's hair began to tousle and his pajamas began to wave and whip against his skin. The air current was getting stronger and stronger, and then, with complete surprise, the traveler felt an invisible grip supporting each underarm. Within a three second time span the boy was turned perpendicular and propelled upward towards the unknown once again. This startled child was now rocketing through absolute darkness without even a glimmer of a star to light his way. 

As his little body accelerated onward towards an uncertain destination, the boy found himself surprisingly unafraid, just curious to where he was going and why he was going there. Up and up he went through the pitch black abyss, being carried by two invisible sources . . . sources he believed to be angels. He soon could feel the strong air current as it flattened his hair against his head and pressed tightly against the skin of his cheeks. He squinted and strained to see something . . . anything, but failed to do so once more. By this time the boy's pajama top had become tightly compressed against his small shoulders while his shirt tail flapped uncontrollably around his belly. The traveler could also feel the fabric of his pajama bottoms compressing and pulling around his waist and legs, all the while hoping they would not slide down and off of him.  
Suddenly his body flipped over and passed from darkness into daylight. The traveler was now flying through endless corridors of huge white, ethereal cloud formations, twisting and turning as though he was a plane set on auto pilot. Just around the next bend the warm glow of the sun could be seen penetrating though the billowy walls, enhancing each crest and mound is subtle hues of gold, peach and violet. These floating mountains of glazed colored fluff had formed the cumulus canyon paths from which the traveler took his direction. This part of his journey was exhilarating for he was experiencing one of his boyhood fantasies  . . . the ability to soar among the clouds like a grand bird in flight.