Belief is something that controls a lot about how we think. Sure, there are certain facts about things in this world, but there are others we can only assume. For example, how big the universe is, or how big the human body can truly become. The certain beliefs we have control what we think and how we do certain things. But what if something came by, something that presented us with such a grand claim that it will take more than belief to understand its existence?
I could feel my heart racing as I approached the cemetery in the dead of night. A friend I'd met online had told me about this place, how there was something she needed to tell me, how it was the only place to let it out. I was a little lost as to why she couldn't just call or message me about it. Why did our first time meeting have to be in a situation far darker than I felt I could handle.
She and I had never met before, however I had seen pictures. She sent me a couple, asking what I thought about her. A part of me thought she was trying to come on to me, so I told her she looked good. She never did attempt to push our friendship any further, and I didn't want to be the one pushing things to their breaking point in innocents. It was odd though, it was like she expected my reaction to be different when she showed me a picture of herself.
Pushing past a few draped branched of the trees overlooking the cemetery, I saw a shadowy figure next to a grave stone. As I approached, I saw them turn their head toward me. I grabbed my phone and sent her a message. "Is that you?" I asked. I got no reply back. It didn't look like she was even online. Clearly the person before me didn't have their phone on them, as I never saw them turn their gaze from me. It was too dark out her to make out a face.
"Meghan?" I called out. "Is that you?"
The person said nothing in response. Instead, they waved their hand, motioning me to come over to them. I did as I assumed they wanted. As I got closer, sure enough it was her. I crouched down on the ground next to her. Before us, on the grave stone, was a mirror, seemingly cemented into the stone.
"Why did you want me to come here?" I asked.
"Do you believe that when you die, you go somewhere?" she asked in a hushed voice, as if not trying to be heard by the dead.
"I guess so," I replied, thrown a little off. "Are you asking me if I believe in ghosts?"
"No," she said, "Not technically. I'm asking if you believe there is life after death."
"I might." I said. "Do you?"
"I kinda have to," she replied. "It's how things work where I'm from."
"And where are you from exactly?" I asked. I knew now that she must be messing with me.
"I'm from a dimension higher than you." she said. "I don't know what you call it here, but I guess it would be the plane of existence before you come here."
"Before I come here?" I asked. "What do you mean, being alive?"
"I guess you could say that. Kind of like how when you die, you become a ghost and go the next layer of living down, I come from the layer above where you are now." she explained.
"Okay, now I know you're messing with me," I said, laughing. "You're funny and all, but why did you really bring me out here?"
"No, I'm more serious than I've ever been with you," she said. "You were once there before you passed on to come here, to the next plane of existence. We used to be friends."
"And what exactly is this 'first plane of existence' that you come from like?" I demanded.
"We were the ones that create the next down below. We observe and attempt to control the outcomes on this dimension." she replied. "Reading up on some of this plane's literature, we would have been Gods."
"So you're telling me I was a God, and just like everyone else roaming the Earth, we died and came here?" I asked, still chuckling a bit.
"In a sense, yes." she nodded.
All I could do now was roll my eyes. Was she seriously trying to pull one over on me? I mean, the concept was clever, but there's no way any of it could be true.
"Tell me then, if I died and came here and lost my memory apparently, why do you still remember everything?" I asked.
"I came here through a portal," she said, pointing to the mirror on the grave stone. "We don't have this reflective surface in our world. They are unique to your dimension alone. We often see these as mirrors to look at you. That's why creating one, something that shouldn't exist in our dimension, sent me here."
"Okay, prove it," I said. "Use the same portal to go back."
"I can't. The portal is a regular mirror in your dimension. The physics of it all just works differently." she said. "But I can prove it to you another way. I had a friend from our dimension. He traveled here in the same way I did. He told the world about the dimension above them. And I don't know how, I think he may have somehow communicated with the people in the upper dimension to get him back. He said he had to die to do it, but he came back to us up there."
"What was his name?" I asked. "Surely if something like that had happened, we would have heard about it," I asked.
"His name was Jesus." she replied.
This in itself was enough to convince me. Sure, it seemed a little far fetched that someone that came from there had somehow started a religion down here, but it was interesting enough for me to stick around with her a bit more, humor her in this idea she's from somewhere else, just to see where this thing leads me.
-TO BE CONTINUED-
I could feel my heart racing as I approached the cemetery in the dead of night. A friend I'd met online had told me about this place, how there was something she needed to tell me, how it was the only place to let it out. I was a little lost as to why she couldn't just call or message me about it. Why did our first time meeting have to be in a situation far darker than I felt I could handle.
She and I had never met before, however I had seen pictures. She sent me a couple, asking what I thought about her. A part of me thought she was trying to come on to me, so I told her she looked good. She never did attempt to push our friendship any further, and I didn't want to be the one pushing things to their breaking point in innocents. It was odd though, it was like she expected my reaction to be different when she showed me a picture of herself.
Pushing past a few draped branched of the trees overlooking the cemetery, I saw a shadowy figure next to a grave stone. As I approached, I saw them turn their head toward me. I grabbed my phone and sent her a message. "Is that you?" I asked. I got no reply back. It didn't look like she was even online. Clearly the person before me didn't have their phone on them, as I never saw them turn their gaze from me. It was too dark out her to make out a face.
"Meghan?" I called out. "Is that you?"
The person said nothing in response. Instead, they waved their hand, motioning me to come over to them. I did as I assumed they wanted. As I got closer, sure enough it was her. I crouched down on the ground next to her. Before us, on the grave stone, was a mirror, seemingly cemented into the stone.
"Why did you want me to come here?" I asked.
"Do you believe that when you die, you go somewhere?" she asked in a hushed voice, as if not trying to be heard by the dead.
"I guess so," I replied, thrown a little off. "Are you asking me if I believe in ghosts?"
"No," she said, "Not technically. I'm asking if you believe there is life after death."
"I might." I said. "Do you?"
"I kinda have to," she replied. "It's how things work where I'm from."
"And where are you from exactly?" I asked. I knew now that she must be messing with me.
"I'm from a dimension higher than you." she said. "I don't know what you call it here, but I guess it would be the plane of existence before you come here."
"Before I come here?" I asked. "What do you mean, being alive?"
"I guess you could say that. Kind of like how when you die, you become a ghost and go the next layer of living down, I come from the layer above where you are now." she explained.
"Okay, now I know you're messing with me," I said, laughing. "You're funny and all, but why did you really bring me out here?"
"No, I'm more serious than I've ever been with you," she said. "You were once there before you passed on to come here, to the next plane of existence. We used to be friends."
"And what exactly is this 'first plane of existence' that you come from like?" I demanded.
"We were the ones that create the next down below. We observe and attempt to control the outcomes on this dimension." she replied. "Reading up on some of this plane's literature, we would have been Gods."
"So you're telling me I was a God, and just like everyone else roaming the Earth, we died and came here?" I asked, still chuckling a bit.
"In a sense, yes." she nodded.
All I could do now was roll my eyes. Was she seriously trying to pull one over on me? I mean, the concept was clever, but there's no way any of it could be true.
"Tell me then, if I died and came here and lost my memory apparently, why do you still remember everything?" I asked.
"I came here through a portal," she said, pointing to the mirror on the grave stone. "We don't have this reflective surface in our world. They are unique to your dimension alone. We often see these as mirrors to look at you. That's why creating one, something that shouldn't exist in our dimension, sent me here."
"Okay, prove it," I said. "Use the same portal to go back."
"I can't. The portal is a regular mirror in your dimension. The physics of it all just works differently." she said. "But I can prove it to you another way. I had a friend from our dimension. He traveled here in the same way I did. He told the world about the dimension above them. And I don't know how, I think he may have somehow communicated with the people in the upper dimension to get him back. He said he had to die to do it, but he came back to us up there."
"What was his name?" I asked. "Surely if something like that had happened, we would have heard about it," I asked.
"His name was Jesus." she replied.
This in itself was enough to convince me. Sure, it seemed a little far fetched that someone that came from there had somehow started a religion down here, but it was interesting enough for me to stick around with her a bit more, humor her in this idea she's from somewhere else, just to see where this thing leads me.
-TO BE CONTINUED-
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