Shattered by weariness Mabanekou woke up, closed his eyes praying for the night could last longer, and then, into to deeply sleeping again, he fell.
Sunlight’s golden rays were all over Mabanekou’s room, making it all bright; he felt rare and opened his eyes, he felt light as done of some gas, as if he formed part of the air. Something got his attention to the mirror close to him, oscillating and ethereal, he was attracted by the mirror, and behind, like a shape in a window, there was a black haired woman, sand skin colour, she was staring intensely at Mabanekou, he didn’t feel his legs, he was feeling like smoke; like a spirit; he was face to face to that unknown woman; he felt abruptly sucked in by an air current to inside the mirror, he grabbed himself of the frame, his gaseous form was hard to control, his head was absorbed; he felt lots of air and closed his eyes, he opened them again when the steam decreased: everything was grey, slowly the figure of his room was drowned, Mabanekou was out of his physical form watching himself through the mirror like a spirit spying behind the window.
Mabanekou was surprised, he took his head out from the mirror as he breathed out, as a leaf on the wind he fell over his physical container, he took a look to his legs and was admired when he saw four legs instead of two, he turned to see who was under him, he realized it was himself, he was out of his body, feeling like a gas, being an spirit. Mabanekou breathed in deeply and lifted himself to the sealing, he was watching his room all lightened by the morning sun; he breathed out deeply and went suddenly out through the window, floating like a cloud, he could not believe what he was watching, he was floating, going higher to the sky.
Sublime, overwhelmed, it was the first time Mabanekou felt so, he left his body to become gas, air and fly over houses, he was not thinking, his spirit delighted because of the magnificent union he felt with the sky, with the world and nature.
From above, Mabanekou could see the houses; he was amazed as nobody could see him, but he could see the whole town, there was something that praised him. There were people on the windows, looking inside the houses, people on the sealing; he immediately realized that those people are the spirits living with us but we can not see, probably feel, probably hear, but almost never see, there were lots of them. Mabanekou understood their presence among us, in other frequency but in the same line; there were women, men, old people, children and mothers with their babies, lots of people in his window when he turned to see his house; “they probably found out now; that body sleeping is just a sack of bones and blood” he thought.
Impel himself to far places Mabanekou wanted to, so far ‘till he could not see the sunshine, he wanted to go where his teacher and friend is; he felt something in his hands that stopped him when he tried to go: electricity inside his fingers and a green light coming out of them, he did not know what it was, but it felt good, he knew that green light full of energy was special. While he was looking at his hands a strong air current pushed him to his room, even when he fought to stay, he vanished from the sky and fell on his material form
When he fitted on his slept body, he inhale deeply and opened his eyes, looked a the window and at the mirror, got up rapidly and tried to stick his head inside the mirror, as he did earlier, he hit his head with the mirror and realized it was impossible, he was completely back inside himself.
Mabanekou set down closed his eyes, and recalling what he just experienced, prayed to Father/mother/God to answer his questions “what do I have in my hands?” “Why are these people always watching me?” “What should I do?”
He stayed in silence for a while, waiting for the night to be able to sleep and could fly, and maybe, upon the sky, find his path.
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