It’s October 30th, 2017… Hallow’s Eve. I feel the thinning of the veil dissipate into a haunting merge of two worlds as new sights wait to be revealed. A spark of electricity runs a current through the air, magic just a fingertip away. Magnetized by the beauty of this ominous eve, secretive shadows dance within.
Each dawn of October has beckoned an unavoidable change, each dusk fading away old life. As the sun dims its glow, growing further and further from the horizon, I am reminded of childhood memories of my grandmother as her laugh sways through the echoes of my mind.
There’s something vastly familiar about the essence of the eve, as if I've been waiting a lifetime to feel the force of this particular autumn sunset seep deep into my veins. The trees are bare now, but in their loneliness they whisper secrets of the wind.
“Stand strong, stand tall, stand proud,” they say, “even as your blossomed spring petals wither to dirt.”
Dying leaves mask the air with an unusual warmth that brings comfort to my soul. Roots of the soils are ready to be nourished as the cold, damp earth chills the bottoms of my naked feet.
I set my gaze off into a mysterious blend of the sky’s colors, sensing a presence standing closely behind. Casting a gentle breath against my ear, shivers run through my veins as I turn around to see no one there. A potent gust of wind violently tussles through my hair, pushing me toward unexpected coincidence.
Standing alone in the shriveling garden and lost in a moment of perfection and beauty, I suddenly look down to see a vibrant black cat swirling between my legs. I reach downwards to pet her darling face, but she hurries away waiting for me to follow. Enchanted by her majesty and under the spell of her eyes, I carefully walk towards her.
Leading me further and further outward towards the woods, I notice the sky darkening up above. For a moment I hesitate, eerily listening to the silence of nature. Something tells me to continue forward.
The wind howls with a mighty force as the leaves to dance and whirl over the ground. Mesmerized by their trance, I’m caught off guard by the sound of a branch breaking off a tree. The cat dashes away and in a moment of solitude I look into the nothingness that surrounds me.
By now the sky is black as peaks of the moon’s luminosity shine through the slowly passing black clouds above. I hear faint laughter and foreign music playing off in the distance, luring me deeper and deeper into the forest. As the sound becomes closer, I notice a glowing, softly lit path off to my right.
As if this path was intentionally laid before me, I walk towards it feeling a profound knowing that I was destined to find myself here. Slowly approaching the passage, I notice burning candlesticks gently levitating in the air like Christmas lights strung above.
Stepping foot into the light, I look down to see stardust dancing around my ankles, hips and wrists, weaving in and out of my hair and surrounding me entirely.The further I walk, the less I begin to feel the ground beneath my feet. Struck by the deepest sensation of peace, I begin to gently float down the path.
The melodies of foreign sounds intensify as I begin to approach an ancient wooden door standing solely amidst the trees. Golden light twinkling from its cracks, I place my palm against the door and lean in to put my cheek alongside the antique wood. Carefully feeling its hallows against my skin, I close my eyes and listen attentively to the muffled noises that lie just beyond the door. I try to make sense of the voices and chatter, but the more intent I am on understanding, the louder the music seems to grow.
I look down to see the door handle sparkling like fractals of diamonds, and without hesitance reach to touch it. Twisting the knob, the door creaks open to reveal a blinding aura of golden light. Extending my hand in front of my eyes, I squint to see a shadowed figure forming in the distance, growing more solid in appearance as it comes closer. The figure stops in front of me, now appearing human in form. Cloaked in a heavy, brown fabric, a masculine hand is placed before me. I notice the lines on the palm of his hand— it seems as if I recognize it from somewhere.
Skeptical, but somehow feeling safe, I clasp my hand in theirs an in an immediate moment of connection, a burst of thunder and lightening powers through our souls sending currents of forceful vibrations from every which way. Feeling my heart make waves through my chest, I realize that I am surrounded by turbulent silver clouds rolling against a deep blue-grey sky.
Three black birds fly over my head from behind and quickly disappear into the veil. My eyes follow their track, but an odd sensation cascades over me as I become awestruck by the sight that surrounds. Choked by tears of beauty, I tremble as I marvel at the perfection of the moment.
I am alone, but I feel a potent presence surround me.
“Where am I?” I think to myself.
Before my question can escape my breath, a tranquilizing motherly voice breaks through the barrier of silence.
“Why, my dear, you are home of course,” she says comfortingly, her words blossoming pretty pink flowers around my feet.
I cannot see her, but I can feel her; it’s as if I have known her for all of eternity.
“You may go, or you may stay,” she delicately invites, her words fading into nothingness.
Suddenly the environment shapes and shifts before me, transforming into a vibrant red rose garden. As birds chirp and butterflies float nearby, I feel the warmth of the sun’s rays seep into my skin— a sensation I seemed to have long forgotten.
Now realizing that I am standing in the same place I had stood just a lifetime before, I look down to see a sweet black cat weaving in and out of my legs. Taking a moment to pet her, I pick her up in my arms and look up towards the heavens.
I watch as the delicate and playful colors of childhood memories swirl into the pastel sky. Staring into pink and purple clouds, a thorough and profound beauty sweeps through my senses as visions of my life flash before my very eyes.
In a sudden, yet fleeting moment of knowing, I realized I have died.
A gentle breeze sails across the wind as the scent of spring’s breath cleanses through my soul. I glance around to see myself surrounded by an infinity of roses, but there is only one nearby that catches my attention. I walk closer, leaning in closer to bask in the layers of its ruby richness. Hidden deep within its gently wrapped silky petals, I notice a golden ray of life seep through the fabric of the petals.
Curious, I reach to pick it. But before I secure my hold, a thorn pierces through the skin of my thumb, sending a sharp twinge throughout my entire body. I quickly pull back, shocked by the prick of pain. I begin to feel a lethally sweet poison seep into my veins as I turn my hand over to notice a silver red river of blood flow down my finger, watching as one single droplet falls to Earth.