People who paint angels

I never thought I would experience something like this. I wasn't scared or anything like that. I was confused, completely unaware of what was going on. I only remembered the sirens that I had heard a while ago, but that was like a dream. Now there was nothing but emptiness. Some noise. Silence. I wasn't sure I could hear anything in my ears, it was as if I'd forgotten what it was to hear with human ears. To see with human eyes. I couldn't even feel my body, let alone the functionality of its parts. I did not mention that all the short time that I was immersed in my own feelings, my eyes were closed. And not because, for some reason of my own, I was afraid to open them, no. I felt no fear. Would it be more accurate to say that I couldn't open them? Haven't tried? I didn't care about it and for some time I was in a light prostration. Why light? I couldn't see anything at all, but I could so clearly feel the light around me.   I was focused on my breathing. I felt a light substance filling my lungs, causing my chest to rise steadily. With every fresh breath, attempts to understand what was happening to me receded into the background.  I just was. Existed in this moment.  I remembered everything about myself. I remembered that I was Hyunjin. That's what my mom called me. I remembered what I am and that was the most important thing in this place. A place I didn't know anything about yet. Or did you just voluntarily forget?  At some point, the desire to hear something woke up in me with a tiny spark. Hear sounds, but create silence. I was awed by the place in which I seemed to be floating slowly, and I wanted to be more submissive. I wanted not to cause problems. Although what are the problems here. Probably these are echoes of Earthly desires, no more. However, I won't be able to get rid of them for a while yet.  I didn't know anything about this moment, but I understood absolutely everything. The dilemma.  A thought flashed through my head that I would like to see. Myself. This is something that just occurred to me, but the next moment my thought became tangible. Before physically starting to see, a pleasant wave of cool wind washed over me.I opened my eyes.  For the first few moments I didn't understand what I was seeing. I didn't understand where my gaze was falling and whether it was falling at all. I felt like a child. Small and lonely.    Lonely Lonely... But I wasn't alone. It was as if I understood that I was literally alone here, but physically... Mmm, spiritually? I knew I wasn't alone. I firmly understood this.   My vision seems to have passed the loading stage? The information obtained with the help of my eyes began to be recorded on tape and fall under the analysis of the brain. I looked around, raised my head and came to the conclusion that I was incredibly glad to see it all again. The same thought shocked me somewhat, but I didn't dwell on it. I was surrounded by fog, through which I could see everything. It was white and dense, but impossibly ephemeral. There were so many contradictions that I stopped being surprised by them and just went with the flow. Literally.  I was slowly being carried forward. I was floating through the clouds. All of them were white, but each of them had its own shade, making this "air river" to the beautiful magical. After a short period of time, I stopped. The clouds dissolved, leaving only a ghostly blanket of fog. In front of me I saw a transparent something that absorbed the light, instantly reflecting it. It was a mirror. Something like it. I came closer and the first thing my eyes stopped on was the hair. A snow-white shock of regrown hair. Milky thick strands fell on my face, feeling something pleasant. It was strange to see how a thin light seemed to break through them, giving the hair a kind of sparkling radiance. I looked down at my own eyes. I know I should have seen gray-green irises, but now they were the color of chrysolite. Such light green through which a soft but bright yellow light appeared. I looked into my eyes and almost choked. I felt that for the first time in so many years of my earthly life I was able to see myself. My real reflection. My real soul. My eyes filled with tears. Cold little drops trickled down my transparent cheeks. I began to descend lower. From the neck to the sharp collarbones and sloping shoulders. I examined my hands, my stomach. I was naked, although at the same time I was enveloped in a barely perceptible veil that felt like silk. Streaks of veins shone through my light skin of a warm shade, but they were not the same as on Earth – blue, green and purple. Were they rather different shades of milky? Slightly orange and mostly barely noticeable. It seems that they also glowed, dispersing life through my truly living body. Grains of the soul. I touched my forearm with one hand with the other and stroked the skin with my long fingers. I didn't feel any density, I only felt a cold burning sensation when I did it. Apparently, this is how "objects" feel in this place.  Nothing else bothered me. Nothing caused doubts in my heart about my whereabouts and I felt that it was only because there was nothing holding me on Earth. Since some sad times. I put these thoughts aside and moved on. I felt the water touch my ankles. Something like that. I did not want to use Earthly concepts regarding local phenomena, but I could not explain them in any other way, so I will continue to use comparisons. In the area of the ankles, I also felt a cold burning sensation, which I experienced when I touched my hands. I went deeper. A blissful chill enveloped my legs completely. Pelvic area. Belly. I ran my fingertips over the crystal water, which shone with violet-blue iridescences. I was so pleased that a small smile touched my lips. I leaned back and found myself completely in the water, lying on my back. The strands of my hair spread out in lights in different directions, and I began to breathe deeper. The realization that I was in the water and taking a breath, ingrained in my head the idea that I was dead. There on the Earth. But this is where I lived and this is where I live now. I felt great knowledge in my heart and lowered my eyelids, enjoying the peaceful understanding of what was happening. I stayed in this state for quite a long time (I don't know how long by Earthly standards), until I heard sounds and opened my eyes. He held his breath and motionlessly began to listen. Through a kind of water blanket, I could distinguish singing. "It's the angels singing," I thought, and felt the spreading warmth on my cheeks, which made me blissfully close my eyes again. It–this warmth was holy. It calmed and instilled in the heart an unprecedented gratitude and love. Goosebumps rolled over my pale skin and I shivered slightly.   — Mom, — for the first time in this place after such a long time, a quiet sound escaped from my lips. Mother's name echoed off the water and made my heart beat faster. "Mom," I repeated, realizing that I was crying again.    The mother's palms scorched the skin with a noble warmth. She lightly brushed my cheeks, sharing the highest knowledge of all her love. I got up, turned around. I saw her and thought that I had returned to the days when I was a little boy who, after a fight on the street, was covered in abrasions with streaks of blood on his knees, came to my mother's house. To this noble tall woman, to whom Hyunjin is so grateful for his upbringing. My mom looked like a god. A golden cloth flowed gracefully over her body, and her eyes, lined with something golden, shone. Stars that I haven't seen before are scattered correctly on her cheeks. I looked at her for a couple more minutes before touching her outstretched palms with my own and being enclosed in such a magical embrace. I clung tightly to her chest, whispering something about how much I love her and realizing how much she is above me. This incredible woman. My mom. Such a beautiful creature. She kissed me on the top of my head, one hand going through my snow-white strands. I couldn't see, but I could feel the warmth with which she was smiling, hugging me to her. I didn't hear it. She didn't say, like me, that she loved me, but I felt these words on some mental level with my whole being. — My boy,— she said, and I was ready to burst into tears with triple force from her voice, which poured so melodiously into my ears. — My little boy. You're here so early, my darling,— I pulled away from her, holding her forearm with one hand and peering into honey eyes. It was entirely made of white gold. Looked so magestic. — They're waiting for you, my boy. You should go to them,— she held out her palm, studded with sparkling sequins, and spread her fingers, wanting me to do the same and touch her. So, I did.  The question is "who?" it remained settled on my lips, but she understood everything. She hugged me and touched her lips to my forehead, kissing me gently. She told me not to be afraid, she said that I could come to her again if I just asked. And I believed her. I believed so sincerely, so strongly, that a wave of violent heat began to envelop my body which seemed to become more and more real and right for me. I looked at her one last time, closed my eyes and took a breath. He opened his eyelashes, smiled at her and walked on, standing waist-deep in the water. I walked with my eyes closed, not at all afraid that I would come to the wrong place. It was impossible to come to the wrong place in this place. I heard the singing again and I swear the certainty that it was the angels singing became firmer with every sound. I know it. I walked up to something resembling a field. Low hills, slightly greenish white clouds settled at the foot and obvious singing. When I came here, the sound became clearer and clearer. I smiled at that and stopped. The water was now up to my ankles again. I raised my head, opened my eyes, revealing a chrysolite glow to the space, which was so funny with the surroundings.  Somewhere on the top there really were angels. I want to remind you that everything around still felt ephemeral, transparent and.. Non-existent. I wanted to slap myself in the face for this human word, because everything here is truly real and alive. I just want to say that by human standards it would be designated as fuzzy and, God forgive me, unreal because you don't see its density. The density of space in this world was equivalent to zero, but in fact it was equal to a million. I staggered, swaying slightly, and sank to my knees. The music coming to my ears broke my heart. She was a saint. As blissful as my mother's embrace. I was surprised at the frequency with which I wanted to shed tears in this world. On Earth, I heard something about tears and goosebumps being the voice of the soul. Here she was on the plow, felt every vibration. Unbelievable. I was on my knees and couldn't move. A frenzied madness seized me and a shell of shock in its purest form enveloped my body. I saw him. My life. My air. My heart. Part of my soul. Large tears were pouring down my cheeks profusely. I stood motionless, but I had never experienced such a huge amount of emotions before. My lips parted and I felt a sweet taste on them. Even tears in this world had a polar taste. On one of the peaks, where several winged creatures were located, I noticed a special glow, which led me to the fact that I had to taste my tears. All the so-called angels looked the same to me, plus or minus. Each had its own glow and each of them responded somewhere deep in my soul. Probably, it's because we belonged to the same group. I didn't quite understand it, but at the level of mental memory I recognized my "relatives" very well. I felt a unity with each of them, but with one it was the strongest. So bright and vibrant. Apparently, he felt my confusion and frantic confusion, from which his wings shuddered, spreading out. He rose from a certain greenish cloud mass and for some seconds stood motionless with his back to me.   I don't understand what just happened, but I started to hear purring. Not some kind of cat, no, it is... It was something else. Whales? Bottlenose dolphins? I heard those sounds... I'm not sure you understand me, but I've never heard anything more beautiful in my life. I will try to provide a comparison. Do you have any favorite songs? And one in particular? Is there a moment in it that you like the most, which is reflected in your soul with incredible force? What I just heard was a combination of the best moments, the highest emotions. If we collect all the strongest emotions of each of the eight billion people on Earth that they have when listening to their favorite song, their favorite moment, then we will get one percent of what I experienced now. My skin was completely and completely covered with a multiple scattering of small goosebumps. I felt blessed with Great Power and as if I had been reborn.   The creature that had its back to me folded its wings and slowly turned around. It was Felix. My little Felix. My angel. If my mother had a warm, protective golden aura around her, then Felix was the opposite of her. It looked like a diamond shining with a cold blue, somewhere purple glow. In essence, he remained virginally pure. As white as I am. My descriptions of creatures in this world were somewhat twisted by saturation for ease of perception, although in fact, sometimes I saw everything as described.  I was so engrossed in looking at the ethereal feathers on his wings that I didn't notice the moment when he was right in front of my face. My chrysolite glow enchantingly absorbed, untouched by the hands of the master, the anthracite shine in the eyes opposite.  Felix was lowered to his knees. He was sitting in the water with me. His outstretched wings touched the transparent liquid and jerked up sharply, showering my shoulders and sides with cool drops. So he wanted to bring me to myself and he succeeded. I looked at him in a new way, not believing my eyes, but peremptorily trusting my intuition.   He didn't smile at me the way my mom did. His smile was so childish with a touch of mischief, which contrasted quite amusingly with his ambitious appearance. Touches in this world have a very important role. I realized this when Felix raised his right hand and tried to touch my cheek. He had long light nails, which surprised me somewhat, and from which he turned his palm over and stroked me with the back of it, lightly touching me with the tips of his nails. I put myself under his caress without ceasing to cry and I wondered how long I could still do it, because with every little touch, with every sensation of his little deep breath, I was covered by a wave of more and more strong emotions.  — Jinny, — after that I realized one more important thing. In this world, they don't say anything for nothing. Without special significance and significant value. It wasn't really necessary, because everyone understood each other anyway. Without words. On his mental-spiritual level. But use words... It's so Mundane. Some of the inhabitants here liked to use words because of their strange love for the aforementioned planet. I was remembering it. — Hwang Hyunjin, you're here,— he hugged me assertively. For some reason, so unexpectedly and with such force. — I've been waiting for you. I've been waiting so long. I wanted to see and feel it so much,— his wings covered my back and tickled me pleasantly with small feathers. I clutched at it as if I was afraid that a ghostly current that suddenly appeared would take me away from it, somewhere far away and for sure forever. I didn't want that. I wouldn't want to in any life. We hugged for so long and so crazy. The way we've never hugged. Tremulously, lovingly. It was a new level of hugging that was a particularly intimate thing in this world. I felt myself dissolving into him, and he into me. Although I wasn't sure about his feelings yet, because he had wings that covered me completely and completely, and I didn't. "Strange," I thought, and Felix will feel a new note in my mood. — My life,— he turned to me, moving away a little, but continuing to embrace me with his incredible wings. — You have nothing to worry about here,— he touched the tip of his nose to mine. So touching.— You,— his tiny hands rested on both cheeks, and my eyes blissfully closed.— At home.   His lips touched mine. Tremulously weightless. A kiss. The same thing is not necessary here, like words, but it is no less pleasant. People who choose to live on Earth as their next life, upon returning here, have a habit of fully enjoying some human joys in an enhanced form. The terrain, you know, the environment allows. And no one will forbid it. Since souls rejoice, the Great One also rejoices. Happiness is beautiful, and the nature of beauty is to desire manifestation. Thus, it manifests itself very well. Filigree, I would say. So sensual and light.    — Lixy~,— I breathed into his neck an endless number of times. — Honey. My treasure. Felix was also excited, but he was more "sober" unlike his boyfriend on Earth. He's been here long enough to understand how things work here. To remember what it's like to be at home. Really at home. Hyunjin was overwhelmed with emotion. He shared his first feelings upon arrival here. He shared a memory of his mother, on which Felix's wings trembled. He was admiring. Truly admired and Felix imbued with the deepest sense of respect. They shared the same feelings for two. They became one and sailed steadily along the river. Through the fog, through the streams of sensations. They lived it all together and only God knew how many sweet infinities they would stay like this, because:  — You're home, Hyunjin. We are home.  And that's saying a lot.