4.2 (Welcome Home!)

He blinked. Everything began to change. The aurora began to take definition as his surroundings became more and more clear. Or at least that was the closest way he could put it. One can never use the word clear in its entirety especially with the recent events in one’s mind. The colors danced into as brilliant flash. It was as if everything that he could remotely make out was being consumed within a sunrise that was filling the entire room. It hurt his eyes but he could not close them regardless of how hard he tried.
All of a sudden a vast landscape opened up in front of him. It was lush and green and spread for miles. Scattered throughout the land were tree of magnificent grandeur and flowers that set the eyes into a cataclysmic waltz of pleasure. There was a familiarity to this place Tolstoy thought. It was as if for the first time in his life he had peace and a sense of belonging. This was more soothing and exhilarating than even the dazzling spectrum that swirled around him just a few seconds earlier.
The sky stretched farther than any sky he had ever seen. He could not just see distance but depth. Across the boundless expanse colors beyond description danced together as particle and wave intermingled in intimate embrace. The farther up the more personality the colors had. They interacted with each other in playful harmony bounding forth in adventurous companionship. Within the colors he saw men and women dancing and twirling. Angels flew intermittently with the colors as the light refracted through the elegant wings on which they glided. The men and women frolicked like children laying hold of the vast choreography of the spectrum and consuming the playful resonance. Within the slightest entry of the smallest particle joy poured forth out of the people’s bodies in fits of laughter and songs that sounded like choirs backed with the symphonies of times past.
Lost in the array of splendor Tolstoy began to feel an explosion within his being. He looked down and light poured forth from every part of his body. It swirled around him in a mystical embrace. He and the Light were like two partners lost in an intimate dance as joy rushed through every part of Tolstoy’s now alive body. The Light was enthralled with him. There was such intimacy and words were left far behind. They danced as two reunited lovers as each one peered into the other while consuming the depths pf pleasure. The Light pierced every part of Tolstoy exposing everything that was inside. In an instant shame filled his very being. Before he could hide his face the Light burst forth into his depths covering all of his shame. The dance continued.
After what seemed an eternity of joy the romance began to slow down as a man approached him. Stopping for a second he locked eyes with the man approaching. He knew the eyes. These were the same eyes that met him a few nights ago at the club. This was the fire that burned deep within the jaded soul. Jesus was approaching and the flames of His gaze joined the light surrounding Tolstoy and pierced through every part of him. A deep warmth consumed Tolstoy as Jesus paused a few yards from him. There was stillness as Tolstoy’s heart began to throb and grow with adrenaline and passion.
Breaking the stillness Jesus began to charge at the man directly in front of Him. There was more power behind the run than Tolstoy had ever seen. Jesus came like a train at full speed roaring like a lion. The spilt seconds before impact the roar turned into the loudest and heartiest laughter that had ever been uttered. Tolstoy blinked and then impact.
Gripped by his Savior he winced expecting to slam into the soft ground beneath him. Nothing happened as air began to whiz pass his ears. His eyes were greeted by the biggest smile he had ever seen.
“Beloved, I love you so much!” Jesus chided at the top of His lungs as each word was intermingled with boisterous bouts of laughter.
Tolstoy could say nothing as He and Jesus were now heading upwards. Everything in him wanted to weep for joy but he was met with nothing more than an agape mouth and astonished eyes. He and Jesus joined the others in the midst of the colors and were loudly applauded. Each person gazed at Tolstoy and his Beloved with such excitement and delight as deep within Tolstoy’s soul he could feel their delight intermingle with The Light’s and Jesus’ ravishing his soul forging the zenith of ineffable euphoria.
“I love you too.” Tolstoy sputtered out as he fought to communicate the simple yet deep phrase.
“Oh! How I know you do!”
“Really?” Tolstoy exasperatedly squeaked.
“I was there the day you were conceived forming and knitting you into a beautiful masterpiece. You came forth as one who all of my zeal burned for in longing for the day in which I could hold you in my arms and you could enter the divine chorus of love. From day one I fought for your attention but you ran. Year after year I called your name but my voice was silenced. I saw every tear you ever cried and I was there with outstretched arms when your heart was first broken. I know when you get up and when you go down to bed. Years have I wept over your paranoia longing for you to come to me. My beloved you are here with me now and will be with me soon.” Jesus then opened His mouth and began to sing over Tolstoy. There were no words but every note joined with each of the colors in the sky and pierced the depths of his soul. Drums resounded and trumpets danced through each syllable. Divine rhythm became the new being formed as LOVE consumed the object of His affection.
As the symphony began to lightly fade Jesus took the one He loved up higher to view the vast expanse of the land below. In the distance a city of gold shone forth brighter than the sun. It warmed Tolstoy’s face as Jesus lifted his head to take a deep breath. “This is your home!” He thundered with a bellow of gleeful song. “Welcome!”