A Dream of Silence, Light, and the Return of Life
During that time, it felt as if I had detached completely from the life I once knew. I used none of the system’s services – no banks, no supermarkets. Each day followed the same path: from the beach to the park and back again. Most of the time, I sat in one place on the sand, simply waiting for an answer.
I wasn’t prepared for being alone for so long in that much silence. Thoughts flooded in – old memories, looping through my mind like broken film reels. Day after day, I was being dragged downward, my spirit pulled into a kind of depression. By the end of that year and a half, I was completely depleted. I had no life force left – just a body that kept walking through a routine I no longer understood.
Eventually, I stopped the daily walk. I drank only water from a pipe and lost all interest in food. Even the reason for being there slipped from my memory. I didn’t want to go back – and I didn’t care to move forward. It felt like life was already behind me. I had nothing left to seek. I had exhausted myself, emptied myself, and no longer wished to continue in this body. I became like an empty vessel – waiting for my departure.
I prayed to God, or to whatever Source above. “If you are real,” I said, “please take me from here.”
My body grew so weak, I lay on the sand without the strength to move a single finger. Mostly, I slept. When I opened my eyes, I’d see morning – then after blinking, it would already be evening. I blinked again, and it was night. Then day again. Time passed like flashes of light. I was drifting in and out of awareness.
And always, when I opened my eyes, I heard the same sounds – the steady rhythm of the waves and the faint, distant laughter and voices of people in the background.
Tel Aviv never truly sleeps – many say it has “white nights.” But in those final moments, everything became silent.
The Answer from Above
I wasn’t fully awake, but I wasn’t asleep either. It was a space between worlds. I felt as if I were watching myself from above – my body lying still on the sand – while something in me began rising, lifting into the sky, and beyond. I kept rising, higher and higher, until the entire planet became a single point. I continued to ascend, until even the Milky Way collapsed into a single spark – and still, I soared further.
From that vantage point, all the answers came at once, like a silent transmission. I saw existence as pure light – alive and connected – each spark, each atom, each form made from the same conscious, living Source. From there, it became clear: there was no difference between a star and a human being, between a bird and a blade of grass. Everything was equally precious, equally loved – no hierarchy in the eyes of the Great Witness above.
I came to understand that life on Earth is not just a school – it is a living, breathing intelligence that responds to us. Every thought, every hidden emotion, every vibration echoes outward and returns through the body, through others, through the world itself. This reality is not separate from us; it is a mirror made of matter and meaning. When we learn to navigate our inner landscape – to meet our thoughts with clarity, our emotions with grace, and our actions with integrity – we realign with our original blueprint. In doing so, the body begins to heal, and the world around us shifts. This is how we graduate: by becoming whole. This is how heaven returns – not from above, but from within
From that cosmic perspective, even our deepest failures and pains looked small, like the missteps of children. Many lifetimes seemed to revolve around the same repetitive chase.
It all happened in a flash – less than a second – but it contained everything.
Then I returned.
As soon as I entered my body, I fully woke up. It was like taking a single breath that wasn’t just air – it was essence, something holy. With that first breath, I felt a crack open in my chest. Another breath – another crack in my solar plexus. And then the energy rushed in. I was awake. Alive. Not only could I move my fingers – but I could also stand. And I did. Easily, it almost felt like I could fly.
Looking left and right, I noticed something strange. The sea was completely still. No waves. No wind. Even the sounds of the city were gone. Silence. I thought to myself, Maybe I did die. Maybe I’m standing in the afterlife. It looked the same, but it felt different. So, I started walking the beach, wondering if there were others. But there was no one. No one on the sand. No one on the streets nearby. It was completely silent.
As I moved toward the southeastern part of the beach, I entered the city. There, I finally saw something – a black cat, gently carrying her kittens across the street. She was the only other being in this still world.
I stood quietly, watching. She jumped through the broken window of an abandoned house, picked up a kitten, and carried it across the street behind a metal fence. Again and again, she returned for another. Each time, she took a different coloured kitten. But after what seemed like the last trip, something strange happened. She stopped halfway in the middle of the street… and just stood there. Then, she turned and went back behind the fence.
Something in me knew – something’s not right.
She wasn’t human, so she shouldn’t have forgotten how many kittens she had. Why stop halfway? Curious. I decided to check. I climbed through the broken window and looked inside the house. It was dark. I didn’t hear anything – but then I moved a mattress that was lying half on the bed, half on the floor, and saw a small orange spot. It was a kitten. I touched him. He was cold. Right away, I realized – he’d been left behind. Perhaps already dead. The mother had taken all the living ones and left this one.
I picked him up and carried him outside. I laid him gently on the warm bricks and sat beside him, silently watching. I felt something. Something deep. As if… I was that kitten. Abandoned. In a broken world. A tear fell. My own childhood came rushing back – all the missing years, all the pain.
Then the sun began to rise. Slowly, a golden ray moved across the ground. When it touched him – he twitched. Just a little movement, but I saw it. So, I moved him closer to the light. And again – more movement. His tiny paw reached out.
After about 20 minutes or half an hour later, he stood. Then he started playing with a blade of grass poking through the cracks, like nothing happened. Joy filled the air. I looked up – and there she was. The mother cat. Watching. Slowly, she approached. She rubbed herself against my back, gently bit my hand, and licked her kitten.
Then, just as she had before, she picked him up by the neck and carried him back to where the others waited, to their new home.
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