Post-death scene
As his bodiless, eyeless vision (which could have been more or had other capacities; but none that could be confirmed in these moments) floated seemingly forward through a vaporous, moving, large living tunnel (but was it large? If he had his physical arms could they, outstretched, touch the sides surrounding?).
Anticipation of the matter grows, along with terror at not falling -not having familiar, old gravity existing, acting in him as it should: predictably, dependably; he imagined how dizzying the situation could be if one had the proper tools for navigating a world, like weight, balance-organs (inner-ear, etc.), or a stomach which could be felt to “flip” and give nausea. He did feel the urge to put his arms out, toward what seemed like below to him. But that fear went away as he ignored it, both because he had no other choice, really, and also for all else available to put his attention and reasoning skills toward.
He continued moving, he guessed, forward, seemingly. As he had no parts apparently, no head to turn; no neck to rotate, so was unable to look even marginally behind or even to see directly at whatever was on either side.
Then something occurred which, while most welcome, for good reasons, compared to the totality that was the situation, was the most perplexing: Led zeppelin’s 2nd track of their 1973 4th studio album, “Rock and Roll” started to sound. He detected it perfectly with his not-ears, ‘though he did wonder how…
What was God’s voice from all sides and inside boomed without natural echo but unquestionably, stating that HE
“threw that in special this time, just for You.”
He detected, maybe interpolated, a slight hint of Self-satisfaction right at the end of that announcement intuited. But only like that of a parent happy to give a gift which they knew a child would love, through interest given, time taken, attention paid. It was correct. He was pleased. It did rock.
“The All-Seeing Eye just winked” he thought, finding it humourous, in spite of everything. He felt approved of, ‘though. He was comforted.
The tinkling, hesitating drum gave way like a dam, releasing a downbeat flood. Joined, then, instant and decisively, the truly beautiful pounding of the strum on guitar. The beat and rhythm collided and proceeded into perfection. His feelings seemed to boost his progression; his speed forward.
His perceiving Self, however it was comprised, continued “forward” as it were, not touching anything, suspended (as if there were any part of ‘him’ even able to do the act of touching…) further, further into whatever was ahead that was visible.
Light existed. It seemed a slurry of an image of mainly a colorful pasture; an outside area, of nature.
It changed too much and he was unsure if it was modified by being looked at by him…
Now, absolutely everything here was perfectly clear when attention was put on it. But trying to stare and pull any understanding in of what was viewed only left one with a better comprehension of what one did and could not (yet) understand, specifically. And there was much more of the latter than the former.
So he beheld but did not know, as no being can know of it until they’re there.
But it was wondrous and enjoyed, to say the very least.
He did get there; arrived; got out of this into that. But by then he was something else -and so was it.
The IDIOTRIX 