Reboot

Michael takes a breath. He just opened his eyes from a reboot. Oh, those!

They are protocols including a shut down and a restart of the power influx necessary to activate new programs. It is uncomfortable to say the least and  it takes a certain period to adapt to them. He sits in the locker hall illuminated by a vast window near the ceiling and showering the place with light. He holds his head in his hands. That was a big one; he thought.

Light has to flow. The pressure can build and new conduits are needed. Only source can provide for more. The flow has to stop, resounding in a heavy and empty silence. Then another can take its place, resuming order. Michael is always ready for more light. He is not in control of the debit entry. He lets it rush through as it may.

During his time offline, he dreamed of a white small chapel with a single bell. There, he meets with his Father after a day fishing in the sea. They are the most precious memories he has. He meets his family in the luxurious meadow by the mountain. Everyone is there. They give him his memories of them by touching his neck. There is Mother, Brother, Sister, Mate, Friend. He laughed out loud when the latter touched him. The whole mountain echoed his laughter.

 

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