Standing on Earth... gravity holds you down. You can feel it to your core. Head hanging under the weight of pain, shoulders curled to protect your aching heart from further damage, hands lifeless at your side, feet dead because you have nowhere left to go.
You begin to count. 1.. 2.. 3.. 4...... You begin to empty yourself of the world's filth. Empty and blank and clean inside, till absolutely nothing is left. 11... 12... 13...
You feel completely void, the rising numbers giving you direction and clarity. Your head begins to lift, a pulling sensation straightens your shoulders, your chest begins to rise. Then your feet lift off the dirt and you are being pulled slowly into the air. 27... 28... You rise above the tangled branches of trees. You rise above the mundane buildings. You rise above the ever-present power lines. 45.. 46.. 47.. Birds swirl past you. You feel a thrill at touching their flight but still you rise above it all. Higher now than birds. 79.. 80.. 81.. 82..
Into the thick clouds you ascend. You let the icy water cleanse you, washing you completely clean. 112... 113.. The fog seems to last forever, then suddenly you are free. Earth lies beneath you entirely. Nothing but empty air. 137.. 138.. 139..
You finally see your destination. The place you were meant to be all along. It's mildly surprising just how close Heaven always was and you never knew it. You lift higher into the pure, dancing lights. They warm your skin, sinking into your bones and reaching your very molecules. Your soul is on fire with recognition. This is home. This is me. I am light.
Opening your eyes back on Earth, you look at the stars high above. You smile, knowing it was never a matter of time or distance... only think of home and you're there.