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Elixitude
A woman enters a stage, she is dressed normally. She walks to the center of it, she is holding a suitcase. She notices the audience behind her, so she addresses it, confused.
Excuse me? Am I dead? Hey! Why am I carrying a suitcase? Am I supposed to go somewhere? How come I didn’t know any of this?
I never imagined that after dying, I would find myself at a stage in front of a crowd of people listening to my story. I must say I’m awfully underprepared for this. This is definitely not reincarnation, nor heaven or hell and it definitely doesn’t seem like a sort of purgatory, at least not after all I learned from being part of a Catholic Mexican family for years.
All I remember was being in New York City, starting a new chapter of my life, one of the many new chapters in my life, to be precise and then…nothing…all black and puff! A backstage, someone pushing me towards the stage while saying, -come on! It’s your turn… so I’m just trying to calibrate my mind for all of this.
Has the world imploded? Am I just imagining things?
My intuition tells me that this place is somewhere in between the heaven or the hell I imagined I was supposed to go to. I listen to my intuition because in my past life I think I was celtic and the spirit realm is a big part of my life, you see… I can even speak Gaelic and dance Riverdance, want me to show…
