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Soul Theory
by Kate Kingston

Chapter 1

A straight green line cut through the small screen like a razor through a wrist, heralding the end of life as I knew it. I could see my body lying there, alone, tucked tightly under several layers of green hospital sheets, the monitor humming it's death drone for more than a minute now. A harried nurse finally came running through my door, slapped a button on the monitor to silence it, and picked up my wrist. Finding no pulse, she hit the emergency switch next to my bed and was immediately surrounded by a small team of medical personnel.

The crash cart was brought in, juiced up and placed upon my naked chest, blasting me with several strong jolts which would be no good... I had been gone for too long now. They only tried three times anyway before realizing what I had known from the moment I floated above that bed, that I was never returning to that body again.

I remember wondering how come my loved ones weren't there at my time of death, where was everyone with whom I had made a significant connection as Mylah Milton, happy wanderer of Eastern Canada? I must have had parents, siblings, friends who would miss me? Those few moments at death are so confusing... the snap separation from the body releases all of your life's memories at the same time. They always say that "your life flashes before your eye" in a near death experience... well believe me, it does in death as well.

I'm sure that those loved ones were notified as soon as death was pronounced, but it didn't seem all that important as I gave my body one last glance and drifted upwards through the hospital room ceiling and kept on going until I was in the open air above. The sun was high and bright, the sky a beautiful blue, and the longer I drifted the more things changed. The colours began to morph into something completely different, and yet vaguely familiar. I knew I'd seen the world this way before, many times before, but my sight has been filtered by human eyes for the past 33 years and this took some reorientation.

I can't describe how different the world looks when you are not "incarnated", or not wearing a body, that is. Imagine the sweetest tasting, most satisfying citrus fruit you've ever had, and that is the true colour of sunlight. Take the feeling of a sunny winter day when the bare branches have been iced over, crisp new snow crunches under foot, and the air coming into your mouth feels like you are drinking the most refreshing glass of water you have ever had, and that is the colour of the sky. Now sprinkle the whole world with what you imagine fairy dust to look like, and this is the incandescence, the sheen that is emitted by every living thing. It is the essence of beauty that every little girl possesses before she is told what she should look like, and the happy mischief that hides behind every little boy's smiling eyes.

There was a brief moment of grief for the loss of this last life, for the loss of Mylah. I turned to look back at the hospital which was now no more than a speck on the horizon, and was startled by a whispering voice calling my name.

"Hahseyyyyy...", the voice called softly, sounding male in pitch.

I looked about, and realized as I did so that I had already lost most of Mylah's defining physical characteristics, maintaining only a vaguely human border to my energy body. I could see no other body close to me, but heard again that whisper.

"Hahseyyyyyyyy...". The voice was more urgent this time, and sounded closer than before.

Memories came to the surface as I listened to this plea for my attention. I knew that this was my name, Hahsey, my soul's name, and I knew that the voice calling to me was very important to me.

"Hahsey, come!", the voice urged, seeming to come at me from within my very own radial core, and I knew suddenly that it was. That this voice was communicating with me through my own energy, telekinetically. My emotions jumped as I realized what was going on and to whom this voice belonged.

"Amarah!", I called inwardly, "Where are you?"

And then he was there, shining brightly before me, his energy body vaguely human as well. My brother, Amarah. He is not actually my brother, in the sense that our souls are not born of a mother, and we cannot therefore share a mother as we do in human form. He is the equivalent of a brother to me, as our souls were created at roughly the same time, and we chose at that time to travel through our lives together along with a few more souls with whom we felt connection.

Amarah reached out to embrace me, merging with me entirely. The shock of pleasure went through my core like a bolt of high voltage electricity, and memories of this love in pure form overwhelmed my consciousness for a moment. It is so easy to forget what living is like outside of the body when you are immersed in an incarnation. Human lives are so fraught with details and stimulation that the most of us do not remember any of this part of our existence until that moment when we are pried from our bodies for whatever reason. We sense that there is something else out there, and there are always a few humans whose souls are old enough that they can't help but remember some bits and pieces of who they truly are, but for the most part, we simply forget.

I pulled myself back from Amarah so that I could think clearly for a moment, and felt the intensity of his embrace drain away. A subtle hum remained between us, and I knew that he was aware of my joy to have returned to this state. There was so much for us to talk about, but there would be time enough for that after I had completed the process of ending my life as Mylah.

"It's time to go to the council", Amarah said, merging with me once more and transporting us both through the gateway to the next level.

...to be continued.

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