WELCOME TO OUR CIVILIZATION. I woke early on a cold spring morning and lit the fire. The quiet of the day stretched out before me, undisturbed and still. By midday, I had gone into town to gather a few essential items, moving through the world as if following a rhythm already set in motion. When I returned home around two in the afternoon, the silence was complete. The neighbors were out. There was no movement, no distractions—just a natural stillness that seemed to invite something deeper.

As I moved about, arranging things in their place, I felt an undeniable pull toward meditation. It wasn’t a thought or decision—it was an instinct. The moment I settled in, something shifted. A presence. A sensation beyond words. Then, without hesitation, I stood up. My body responded before my mind could question it.

In the darkness, a vision appeared before me. I was no longer in my home—I had been transported to a place beyond the world I knew. It was vast, magnificent, untouched by time. Rolling hills stretched endlessly, their lush green slopes meeting towering mountains in the distance. Rivers cut through the land like veins of liquid light, shimmering under an open sky of pure brilliance. Everything here was alive, vibrant, and full of joy.

Before me stood a gathering—a multitude of angelic beings. Some hovered in the air, their wings gently balancing them in place, while others stood in perfect stillness. Among them were forms I could not fully comprehend, shapes and energies beyond earthly understanding. Yet, all of them were focused on a single figure standing at the front.

He was young, no older than twenty, with a round face and a presence that radiated purity. He resembled a choirboy—innocent, glowing, and completely at ease. And as I took in my surroundings, it became clear that this moment had been waiting for me.

The crowd fell silent.

The boy turned his attention toward me and spoke a few words. They were simple, yet profound. There was a weight to them, a meaning beyond language. And then, the anticipation came. Every being in the gathering was waiting. Waiting for my reply.

I didn’t overthink it. I simply spoke the first thing that came to me.

The instant the words left my mouth, a roar of celebration erupted. The entire gathering burst into cheers, laughter, joy—a pure, ecstatic energy unlike anything I had ever experienced. I had given the correct response, and that was all that mattered.

Yet, this celebration was not for me. It was for the boy. To welcome a soul into the higher realms and receive the correct reply was one of the greatest honors in heaven. He had done it, and the celebration was his. I watched as more angelic beings arrived from the distance, congratulating him, lifting him up in praise and laughter. The entire realm rejoiced.

And then, as quickly as I had arrived, I felt myself drifting backward. The scene before me began to fade, the sounds of celebration growing distant. I was returning. Slowly, gently, I was being placed back into the physical world.

I found myself standing once again in the middle of my dark, silent room. The vision was gone. Everything was still. Then, as I took a deep breath, the fire miraculously relit itself, filling the space with its warm golden glow.

✨ Welcome to our civilization. ✨