Guest Writer - John K. Beaver

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Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

 The strange beat is the first sound I hear. My first sense of awareness is that noise. It is inside me and surrounds me like a cocoon. I can feel life coursing and swirling in the atmosphere. There is warmth and comfort cradling me; keeping me safe…

 LIGHT! Blinding, painful light. The cold air sends pain shooting throughout my being. Alien creatures, nothing more than blobs of color, rush in and out of existence. A loud squelching noise fills my head. I become aware that I am making the noise, but I do not know how or why…

 Peace. I see my Creator’s face. Its hair brushes my insides. A gurgle noise bursts from me. I cannot control it. My Creator blows a soft breeze into my sight, making the world darken and lighten in cycles. Suddenly a stench poisons the air. My Creator reaches for me. I feel my being rising in the air…

 I have hands and feet! I can grasp my feet with my hands! How quaint that my Creator endowed me with such amazing appendages. I never realized how vast the world really is. I feel terrified and exhilarated at the same time. My capacity for mischief has increased ten-fold…

 Mobility! I am not steady on my feet, but I am capable of transporting myself from one location to another. My Creator is always chasing me. I believe It is a She, and She has amazing powers. She can move at great speeds, produce objects out of nothing, and perform miracles. She is truly a God!

 Communication! I can now use the strange sounds I produce to convey predetermined meanings to my Creator. When I pray for a toy, She will produce it. If I am hungry and ask for food, She is at hand to feed me. Even if I am tired and do not use my words, She knows what I need and accommodates me. There cannot be a more powerful being…

 I am old. Too old to remember how old I am. I cannot speak. I cannot remember anything worth speaking of. My body is unable to sustain itself. My legs, once strong, can barely hold my fragile frame. My hands are no longer able to grip even my bedside. There is almost no circulation to my feet.

 My sight is diminishing. Breathing is a labor. My lungs are loose in my chest. My organs are slowly failing. I am dying. It will not be much longer. I can feel my mind slipping further into the darkness. Nothing exists for me anymore; except the beat. It grows weaker and weaker.

 Thump-thump. Thump – thump. Thump…

 Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

 The strange beat is the first sound I hear…

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