[ WP ] After death your memories are normally wiped clean and your Soul is loaded into a newly formed fetus . You have just died , but instead of wiping your memory all of your past memories from previous lives are uploaded , and your Soul is placed into a new fetus .

Blackness. Warmth. Vibrations. I ’ ve just woken up, or, at least, I think I have. I ’ m conscious, I know that much is true, and I ’ m feeling sensations that I ’ ve never felt before. It feels as though I ’ m floating, sort of like I am upside down, and there ’ s a sort of, I ’ m not sure what to call it, a sort of hot jelly around my entire being. I can ’ t see or smell though I think I can hear. I keep hearing these vibrations. Maybe sensing is a better word for it. 
 
 My eyes feel heavy; like the goo that I ’ m surrounded by has penetrated my eye sockets. My limbs feel distant, but close all at the same time. I wiggle my toes and kick my leg just to make sure that I ’ m really conscious. My leg moves but I feel a stretchy resistance to the kick. But I still feel it. Then, I panic for a moment when I realize that I can ’ t breathe; yet strangely, I don ’ t feel the need to. I ’ m just here. I just am. My panic settles, and I try to recall where I was before this blackness. 
 
 The last thing I remember was…what was it…the hospital? I think I remember a hospital. Or at least, I remember staring up at a bunch of lights, seeing vague faces crowding around me. They were all wearing masks on their faces, and they were all talking to me, asking me questions through their masks, though I have no idea what about. I remember them then putting a mask on me, and then the room swirling together and then this. Am I dead? Is this what its like? 
 
 No, it couldn ’ t be! I ’ m still thinking aren ’ t I? What happened before this hospital thing? Think. I tell myself to think, think, think. 
 
 A chill went up my spine, ( though I don ’ t know why ), as I remembered. 
 
 I had just picked up some Chinese food, feeling lazy after an extra couple of hours at the office, and was walking home. Did I walk home that day? I think I did…which Chinese food place did I go to? Dragon Express? Or did I hit up the good one without a sign on the front? I did go to that one! The hole in the wall place I just call Chinese Food. I laughed at myself for a moment. I must have been to that place over a hundred times over the years and I never bothered to learn the name. Huh. I guess that was just the Chinese restaurant across town. 
 
 Oh yes, that ’ s what it was, I remember now. Martin and I had stayed at the office a little later than normal and decided to just grab some food together before going our separate ways. Martin was the epitome of straight-laced. Never had I ever seen him without his shirt being starched to hell and this collar buttoned all the way up, let alone without a tie, though he always seemed to be in good spirits, and we regularly worked together, especially on projects like the one we had coming up. I can ’ t remember for the life of me what exactly we were working on though… 
 
 Anyways, we ordered, and while we were waiting for the food to arrive, he got a call, and his entire faced contorted into a red and blue amalgamation of emotions—what to call the face he made, other than an emotional constipation, I ’ m not entirely sure. It was as if all his life, he had held it back. Just pushed those emotions down, all those feelings, all those times he was made fun of in high school, every little thing his boss gave him flak for; all of it came bubbling up into this face of his that just could not let those feelings out. That ’ s the face he was making. He hung up the phone, re-composed himself and apologized, saying that he was going to have to get his food to go. I decided that it was better not to know why. 
 
 Instead of eating by myself like I'm Steven Glandsberg, I got mine to go as well, and we parted ways. I figured I would get the scoop from him after the weekend, and headed towards my car. I noticed a tree ’ s root was growing through the sidewalk that I had never noticed before when I heard a screeching of tires and a blaring horn and my field of view was consumed by white and then…. 
 
 Here I am? Was all of it a dream? I don ’ t remember the—pressure. What is this pressure? This pressure on my head. It feels like my skull is being crushed. I still can ’ t see a thing, and it feels like my face is getting pushed through a pinhole; it feel like I am whipped cream being squeezed through the plastic tip at the end of a bag, like my whole self is being reformed. 
 
 I black out for what could only have been a few seconds before I come back to. I feel my chest explode from the inside. It feels like my lungs are taking their first breath. I think I ’ m crying. Inside that moment I realize what this is. This is heaven. That screeching and blaring must have been a car about to plow into me, which must be my memory of my death. I guess death is not as macabre an experience as I had been lead to believe. 
 
 All of a sudden I experience a brightness that I ’ ve never before experienced. So bright that I can ’ t see a thing, and suddenly I ’ m free. I ’ m floating through the air, as if a pair of giant hands is carrying me through the ether. These hands are huge, yet I don ’ t feel as though I ’ m in danger, not at all like I ’ m about to be crushed like a companion of Ulysses by the Cyclops; I ’ m going to salvation. The giant hands wipe off the goo that I was previously surrounded by when my assumptions are affirmed. 
 
 Today is the day that I meet God. I know that if I was back on earth everyone I knew would be wondering what God was like; they all would ask me who or what he was, and I wish I could share God ’ s identity with all of them. I wish I could share his identity with the entire world! 
 
 Unfortunately all I can see is his tit, and, frankly, I ’ m okay with just that. 
 
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