So, we begin underwater. All is light blue. With the waterlines reflecting on the floor. Swaying back and forth. We see clearly, though we’re not wearing goggles. Little girls, and little boys in swimsuits. Diving and rising all around. The noise is muffled as always. We don’t feel the urge to breathe. We’re not even holding our breath.
This is strange. We think. Are we dead? Can others see us. Are we ghosts?
All around us, now comes this warm glow. It’s soft and peaceful. It glows stronger all around us. We feel at peace. We see nothing but white. We feel nothing but peace. We are alone, yet we are with everyone. God has chosen us. Out of all his creatures. It’s us that have the privilege of being chosen. We feel His love. We feel Him. All around us. He is all of our being.
But now, we shy away. We feel unworthy. We have nothing to give. So, we turn. We run. We see ourselves as nothing. We feel ourselves apart, separate. So we flee. We reject this purity. And we’re left alone.
We’re back underwater. Struggling to rise to the surface. To breathe. But we’re too heavy. We swing our arms, and kick our legs, and just sink deeper. Beyond the bottom of the pool. We sink through the floor. Holding our breath. We feel faint. We feel tired. Our arms and legs ache from the effort. Our lungs are about to fail.
Not being able to hold our breath any longer. We inhale. And water fills our chest. We flail wildly. We shiver and become tense. Then we let go. We see darkness. We feel cold.
Then nothing.