Just came back to the land of the living
By Paddy Anyatonwu
Last night, I drifted into a trance.
I was taken to a Cave built with snow.
The entire environment was peaceful and cool.
But, I am yet to call to mind how I found myself in that Cave.
Fear grabbed me.
Despite the cool and chilled atmosphere, I was sweating like a Christmas goat.
Moments later, the cave quaked.
Sounds of all kinds permeated the arena.
On sighting the seven colours, I lost consciousness, but my spirit hovers assuring me that I am safe.
Suddenly, the snow wall started melting away and further exacerbated the already cold cave.
But, I noticed that despite the dissolution, I never saw any fluid.
I wanted to shout, but my voice was gone.
It started raining accompanied by a whirlwind.
The wind was fierce.
The trees danced, grasses became carpets while a white smoke rented the air.
Boom!, four men entered the cave all dressed in white robes.
- Jaja Nwachukwu.
- Ubani Ukoma.
- George Nwigwe
- Dr. Amalaha.
Their faces were expressionless.
They gazed at me jaundicely
Their four paired of eyes pierced holes on my body, but it was not painful.
Then, they ran a circle around me and each touched my forehead.
Each touch transferred energy.
Jaja said, little Paddy, your time has not come, go home.
As I left the Cave, I saw Dr. Gershon Amuta and Elder John Nwangborogwu having heart to heart discussion .
I related my experiences to them.
The duo took me to a junction, asked me to sit on the ground, prayed for me and touched my forehead as well.
Suddenly, I opened my eyes, my bedsheet was soaked with sweat.
For three hours, I lay still.
I am now heading to my Spiritual Master to seek explanations
I will revert when I am back.