Allie's War Episodes 1-4(24)

We are swimming inside a nebula, watching flares arc and dissipate into blackness above.
I watch the light flow in its dense dance, feeling so much inside, wanting to feel it so much, I can barely formulate thought.
He is pleased.
Are we...here? I manage.
He nudges my mind towards a particularly beautiful arc of light as it explodes outwards.
We are, he replies. But not in the physical, Esteemed Bridge. All places that exist in the physical exist also in the Barrier...but many exist here that do not exist there. This is one of those. He observes me as I look around, still seeming pleased. I thought it best to go first to a place where accidents were not so much of a danger...
I try to absorb all of his words, can’t.
We float over unspeakable beauty for what could be minutes, days, aeons...
I remember that homeless seer in San Francisco with the kind eyes.
A part of me will never leave this place, I think.
...when he changes frequency, distracting me.
The new vibration spreads more quickly this time. Several structures over his head are involved, working conjointly.
But I’m not ready to leave.
Wait! Wait, no...please! Can’t we stay a little longer?
You will only grow accustomed through doing.
Wait! Revik...no!
At home, I would have been in tears.
The new frequency locks in. It is pale blue, the color of a virgin lake...
It rips me out of that flame-filled sky.
We enter the mouth of another tornado. I am screaming again, out of my mind. Being so far out of control makes it impossible to resist; I give in out of necessity, and it feels like dying, even beyond losing that beautiful place and its silent immovable peace...
But once I really let go, the fear recedes.
I look around at the wormhole walls. It is oddly silent.
He is beside me, his light features serene.
The tunnel walls are complex, made up of blue and white streaks so tiny they amaze me, pulling me out of my emotional attachment to the fiery orange cloud we are leaving behind. These new colors feel familiar, and they are beautiful, too, twisting ahead of us like a long, sloping tunnel. Once I grow interested in the beaded colors I can see each individual gradation, and they look like emerald and blue jewels.#p#分页标题#e#
I feel his approval, and again, a near-relief.
Where are we going? I ask.
I want you to see that you can be anywhere, he says. With anyone.
We emerge out into a new night sky.
It is less silent here, but in a way I can’t describe, not even to myself. There is a faint busyness here, like the hum of very soft static.
I make out the familiar outline of Earth, and realize in wonder that this is the source of the familiarity I feel. It is also the source of that quiet hum.
But Earth here is not Earth as I’ve ever seen it.
Light beings streak and hover over the shining sphere of the planet. They cluster over continents, attach themselves to other beings both lower and higher in the atmosphere. They attach themselves to land masses and cities and even oceans and sky.
The Pyramid hovers like a shadow over the largest concentration of lights.
It is huge here.
Even as I begin to stare at it, he steers my attention firmly back to him.
Your interest in them is natural, he says. But it is too soon.
Again, I don’t understand.
He feels my confusion.
...It is possible to go more directly to the thing or place you seek, he explains, still keeping my attention focused on him, and away from that bright cage of Pyramid-shaped light. I thought you should see where you are, first.
He pauses then, polite.
...Do you have any questions?
I laugh. I can’t help it.
We descend through clouds, aiming for the surface of that light-filled world. As we begin to speed up, vertigo hits me for real, tinged now with an edge of exhilaration. We pass through a layer of rough, exploding light which I realize lives at the edge of the atmosphere. Fires spark my body like solar flares, then curl and diminish, leaving the landscape to unfurl below, enmeshed with a far denser intricacy of fine, colored threads. As we pass through them one by one, I feel connections between people and other beings, feel the warm pulse of life, the mix of vibration...and feel a liquid surge of delight.
You do remember.
His light is all warmth again, relief mixed with else...a familiarity that is personal, that borders on affection.
I know this should probably unnerve me, but it only makes me smile here.
North America grows larger.
We descend towards the west coast, then California. I laugh as San Francisco appears in a shower of sunlight over fog-blanketed hills and suspension bridges covered in cars. The steel skyscrapers and brightly-colored homes grow larger, more diverse. The glittering bay shimmers a pale gold with the light bodies of plants and fish, darker near the marinas and docks, lighter again at the gates of the open ocean. It is breathtaking. Stunning.