The light, so bright and beautiful, everywhere always everywhere, filling every nook and cranny. It shines around me, through me, from me. I feel deliciously warm, the heat spreading throughout my body. All my nerves and senses are completely aware of all life, even the smallest tiny particles. Then the voices, they are always next, as much as I like listening to them, I also fear them because I know what comes next. “You are complete” they whisper to me in a warm and gentle tone, which puts me at ease. “You must do this, for all life to continue,” the voices grow louder, clearer with each word spoken. At this point I can normally distinguish some voices from others. At first they seem like one, as if a million voices were all speaking in unison, but as the conversation progresses I can start to distinguish them, today I'm looking for one in pictorial format. I never know why I'm looking for that slightly different voice or even who it is, I just know that I'm looking for it. The feeling that if I find them everything will be explained to me. But I never do, oh sometimes I feel like I'm close, ...