I am still confused about ending up in this time with no explanation. At least I could have been warned that this was my second lease on life, or maybe there was a mistake. How about this poor kid whose body I stepped into? Where did he go? I could really screw up his love life if he ever returned. And what about me? Did I die?
Lying back down, I try meditating, although I was never any good at it. I close my eyes and listen to nothing.
When I am about to give up, I see faint images coming into my mind from my other life. It doesn’t make any sense at first. I see myself lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to a heart monitor and an IV bag, with tubes coming out of my nose and mouth. The images fade away, and I open my eyes to the sight of the oil lamp on the nightstand.
“Was I imagining this?” I say to myself. “Am I still alive?” Those images were so real, but I need answers. “Is this all a dream?”
“This is real,” a voice answers.
“Huh?!” I jump out of bed and find a lady all aglow, standing by the sofa, wearing a light blue gown with long flowing blond hair and soft blue eyes. I am spellbound. She is the picture of an angel from biblical times—at least, that is what she reminds me of.
“I apologize,” she says. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
My heart settles down, and I find the words. “Are you an angel?”
“Some have called me an angel, but I am more of a messenger.”
“Can you help me?”
“I will explain,” she says. “You are asleep in your time. Your mind has drifted to one of your past lives.”
“What happened to the boy’s memories?”
“They will come in time.”
“Won’t I screw up this time if I make the wrong choices?”
“This dimension runs parallel with your other,” she says. “This timeline has not been recorded.”
“Will I be returning to my other life?”
“You will be given a choice when it is time, but don’t wait too long.”
“Why? What will happen?”
“That’s all I can say.”
“How much time do I have?” I ask again. I have to know.
“The timelines only cross for a few weeks.”
A few weeks? And I still don’t know what I need to do. “Am I free to make choices in this life?”
“Yes. But you will have to live with the consequences. This life is real.”
“Thank you for coming,” I say.
“You can call on me anytime.” She turns toward an ethereal door appearing behind her.
“Wait. How can I call upon you?”
“When you quiet your mind. I am Celeste.” Then she exits the room, leaving only the light from the oil lamp.
My heart is pounding. My mind tries to make sense of seeing myself in the hospital and the angel’s message. This is my past life. I am still alive in the hospital.
I lie down and try to make sense out of all of it. Soon, I drift back to sleep.