288 DATE WITH THE GODSra nean Sea made Italy's boot-like shape kicking down on
the island of Sicily, look different from any conception
I'd ever gotten from looking at a map.
The blue part of the planet, what we know as the sky,
was not blue, but greenish yellow. I could see the moon,
but my vision scope was not that of having two
physiological eyes; more as though sight were some
thing all around me.
At times my perception would be pulled by a powerful
amount of light, as if I were looking at the sun with my
naked eye, right in the middle of the day. This light was
so bright that I tried to avoid it. But I had no hands to
cover my eyes with, nor any eyelids to close. As soon as
the light hit me, I felt myself being pulled by its magnetic
forces. I was one unit of energy in the great mass of
energy producing that light; I was part of it. Merging
into the light energy was like passing through a solid
wall. Upon entering it, I felt everything downshift,
slowing as new density emerged, heavier than the other.
As I hit this atmosphere, the music all around me
became more vivid and dramatic. It was a commercial, in
Spanish, extolling the virtues of one of the best known
colas on this planet. The station identification told me I
was tuned into some major Caribbean television station.
My awareness also shifted in the changed density. I
began to see specific areas on the planet. I saw vegetation
on the ground, then some high mountains. I realized I
was over the Peruvian jungle, just about to come in
contact with the Andes Mountains.
I slowed down even more, almost to the point of being
suspended in the air. I looked west, beyond the moun
tains, and saw the circle of sun almost at eye level,
meaning that sunset was not too far away. I wanted to
get back into my body, but didn't have the command to
do it. I was about to freak out, when I heard Rama's voice
inside my head, saying: "Keep going straight ... slowly.