I look up, and I see loads of festoons, shining in dark red and gold. I breathe in and smell something that reminds me of gingerbread.
The most breathtaking is though something completely else – I look out of the windows. Somehow the doors next to the porches are closed, and outside I can only see darkness, stars sparkling and a moon shining where the reflection is not in the way.
“What?!” I express, as I walk to one of the windows. I press my nose to the glass, framing my eyes with my hands – and I see snow – loads of snow.
“Isn’t it marvelous? I mean, how the mind works? You could make a life for yourself just staying here. You have done your visualizations so nicely, you are tuned in as much as a human being can be. But this is not the reason for you being here – is it?”
I turn around, for the first time studying him like someone I really know. In a way, I remember him. I remember this mysterious man, but the memories sit in my heart, even longer inside of me – from the point of where I cannot describe it anymore. From a very profound and indescribable place.
“How can I be… this good at visualizing? Why? I chose this. Why?”
The man chuckled. He walked towards the fireplace, sitting down in a similar chair like the one where we ate cups.
“This is your place. You invited me as well. So – you tell me!”
I feel stuck. I suppose, in a way – I am. If I did invite this man over to my very own sanctuary, it had to be for a reason. But I didn’t know that. Whatever it was, it had to be significant.
“Tell me. Why are you alive?”
The question struck me with fear. Why would he ask me about that?
“I… guess it is because I love to live? I do love my life sometimes. I love it deep and profoundly when those moments occur.”
He nods. Looks into the sparkling fire. I know he understands.
“Tell me more,” he encourages, almost spiritually lifting me up in the air with the gestures that he makes.
I look at the fire myself. The way it crackles. The way the sound of the fire speaks to me, my warm cheeks, my pulsating heart.
I close my eyes. I speak.
“It is because I was and still am in love with life.The way it happens. The way Universe creates itself. I know how it can speak – and it speaks directly to me. Through me. My heart’s voice is of cosmos, we are all of Cosmos, and I am allowing it to happen. I am here because of that. Because of what I know.”
He smiles again. While nodding, he looks at me. His eyes sparkle in light-blue, like the ice on the horizon on a cold day. The fresh type.
“Yes. We know. And we also know that you are ready for this.”