The wind blew accordingly to the swiftness of the leaves swaying in a matter of clarity. The sky loomed overcast in a state of light red unlike ever before. The whirlwind of mixed emotions filled the air around him as he contemplated what was at stake. The deliverance of evil from his skin arose like a vapor from a sea unkind. The beat of his heart slowly vacating the realm of his chest. His hand covered in a warmth like never before experienced. The howling sound of the gusting air was like a whisper in his ear telling him of all he never knew and what was of the life he had lived. Sirens off in the distance chime to the words like a melodic gift to a song of joy. He blinks frantically without a question as to why or how, just knowing the euphoric feeling is unlike what any prior person had ever explained to him.

Views of grace and serenity flickered in his mind like a projection of a cinematic classic. His body lies in position of sleep with his spirit kneeling at his side looking down on where it once had reside. Feeling his breath getting shorter and shorter with the pain vanishing from his side. No longer could he flea the thought of possibility to revive, because his essence of earth began to slowly fade. Rushing through his last frame of human thought was the sight of looking up into his own living eyes. With a shimmer of transition from one view to the next, he now was looking back at his slowly fading life of humanity on the ground holding his own hand.

The sirens drawing closer the ambulance comes to a screeching halt. The EMT’s rush to the man’s side as his spirit slowly fades up and back into a light unseen to their eyes. They scramble to patch his wounds and revive him back to consciousness of this worldly life. His spirit vanishing into the distance watching as his body is lying their helpless. The EMT’s look at each other doubtful of saving the man’s life. One says to the other, “I think this man is no longer with us”. While the other implies, “I agree, I cannot get a pulse and his wounds appear too severe to come back from”. In this moment the spirit of the dying man feels an overwhelming comfort and wave of joy as he breaks through the clouds and up into a place of peace like nothing he has ever felt before. In a slight daze of shock his thoughts draw blank as a voice comes into his senses and says to him, “Welcome home my child, Welcome home”!

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