Day CCLXVII

Not Your Time

     There was a cool evening breeze which felt really good, as it swept through my sweaty scalp, and refreshed me. Somehow I knew I was coming down from the acid, so I lit a smoke. I wanted to run, but didn’t have the energy. When I got home, it was ten thirty in the p.m, and as soon as I got in, I kicked off my
loafers, sat on my recliner, and leaned back. My eyes were teary, and I kept yawning. I was beginning to feel the fatigue of not sleeping for three days. I was tired, and felt that at last I would be able to sleep. I closed my eyes, and felt myself falling back, into a revolving, black and white, winding spiral, as if I were a
character in the Twilight Zone.

     At the bottom of the spiral was a very bright light, I was being drawn to it, and it scared the crap out of me. I opened my eyes, but they felt like lead, I couldn’t keep them open. The thing is I felt that if I went into the light I would die. I didn’t see any angels or anything, but I had a strong sense that if I went into the light I would die. Also, there seemed to be a firm presence silently communicating to me-

     "It's not your time, do not go into the light!"

     Not wanting to cross over to the other side, I fought it, but it was useless. I just could not keep my eyes open, and the closer I got to the light the greater my anxiety, and fears. I opened my eyes, but the walls were weaving, the ceiling, and the floor were spinning, I tried to get up but my legs wouldn’t cooperate, they
felt like rubber, and I couldn't stand. For a moment my trip was as strong as at the beginning, and I felt great despair.