On the other side
I have no idea if the white light came before or after, but I found myself suspended like the Michaelangelo drawing in mid air. I almost started to panic when I realised the “air” was more like space, but before I could panic a pulse of light moved right through me. It was then that I realised that this was not my body. It was definitely me, but without my body. I was suspended in a tube of pulsing light that moved along in rhythmic a motion, moving through me as if a sudden gust of wind passed through every cell in my body. As each pulse washed through my being I experienced a growing sense of exultation and awe as my “body” started to explode in breathtaking colors each time a wave of light reached my floating consciousness. The walls of the tube was almost transparent, and it stretched as far as I could see in both directions. Pulsing softly, like the heartbeat of my womb. And there was peace…