by Willow Rose
“For crying out loud, get out of me,” she said.
I realized what had happened. I had jumped inside of her, so to speak. Our skin and bodies could bend and move like they were made of some fluid.
And that leads us to another of your many questions. Yes, Ru’achs can feel something. I can feel it when people touch me most times—and I definitely felt it when I jumped inside that lady. It didn’t hurt, though. It just felt strange and weird and a little clammy.
The woman next to me told me to calm down when we got back on our feet. I was naturally frozen with fear.
“Who are you?” I asked.
The woman chuckled.
“Now where are my manners?” she said and reached out her hand.
I took it in order to shake it, not knowing what else to do, but my hand just went straight through hers making that plunging sound again. She looked at me and then at her hand.
“Well, yes, you will need to work on that,” she said and pulled back her hand. She talked with a high-pitched, annoyingly old-fashioned voice.
“I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Penelope Higgins. That is Mrs. Higgins to you. I am a teacher at the Academy of the Spiritual Realm.”
Imagine my surprise.
“The what?”
“Academy of the Spiritual Realm,” she repeated, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, which is of course it wasn’t. It was supernatural like the rest.
“Oh yes that’s right, you don’t know anything yet. You just got on the boat.”
“Why am I on a boat?”
She leaned toward me and whispered. “You are dead.”
“I am what?”
“I am sorry to be the one to tell you, but you are dead. Now you are a Ru’ach, or a spirit if you prefer the more earthly term for it. You are going off to the Academy where all spirits go when they have just left the world of the living and entered our world. This is where we teach you how to live your new life.”
“What? I … I mean … how …?” I asked very confused and slightly panicking.
“Well, you did come a little unexpectedly,” she said and looked at me as if the cat had brought me in. Then she smiled a kind of weird and scary smile.
“We will make room for you at the Academy, I am sure. They will know you are on your way.”
“How did I even get here?”
“How does anyone get anywhere these days?” She chuckled. Then she stared at me. “I guess you died,” she said.
I shook my head not believing a word of what she was telling me. How could this be?
“But … what about my parents? Where are my parents? They will be worried if they don’t know where I am.”
At least that was what I thought, because in the same second I realized that I didn’t even remember my parents. All I remembered was that I had a mom and a dad and that they usually worried about me.
Mrs. Higgins sighed and shook her head.
“They will not be worrying about you, trust me.” Then she stared at me in an observing way. “Do you mean to say that you actually still remember your parents?”
I thought hard about them but couldn’t recall a face or a picture or anything. But I knew in my heart that they were there.
“Well, not really. I can’t picture their faces or anything, but I kind of remember … I don’t know what it is. It is like a feeling or something …”
Mrs. Higgins snorted.
“That is highly unusual,” she said. “Well maybe it will wear off eventually.”
I looked at the kids standing next to me, looking down at the landscape floating by underneath us. One was a chubby little boy; next to him was a just-as-chubby girl looking almost exactly like him. I guessed they were brother and sister, as I later found out to be the truth. Not only that, they were twins. They had red blood stains on their clothes and glass splinters in their faces. When they realized I was staring at them, they both stuck their tongues out.
“This is Frederic and Alexandra Cornwell,” Mrs. Higgins said. “They will be in the same class as you. They got on the boat a few hours ago.” Then she turned toward me and whispered. “Car accident, they told me.”
My eyes widened. Then I looked down at myself. I was wearing ordinary clothes: jeans, a top, and a small jacket. I had dressed nicely the day I died, I was happy to see. And I had no blood on me. I felt my head and there were no bruises or glass or anything that indicated it had been a violent death.
“At least they know how they died,” I mumbled and dared to stare down for a short second. Mountaintops and valleys with rivers, forests with pine trees and small lakes floated past beneath me. Then we came to a stop. It was like a dock, but placed between two clouds. Here more people got on the boat. Kids were hanging out by the railing and talking, while others were hanging their heads out the windows from the restaurant inside.
Then there was a loud sound, as the big paddle wheel started turning again and steam from the engine drifted over the heads of the people standing on the top deck.
Soon the boat was off again. Everything seemed so blurry and strange. I was leaning on a red railing and if I reached out and touched it my hand went right through. But I still managed to lean on it without falling through. I didn’t understand how that was possible. But again none of it seemed to be possible.
The guy standing next to the fat twins leaned over and said, “It’s the only thing they remember.”
I looked at him. He seemed to be about my age. He was tall, kind of cute-looking with his blue eyes and blond hair. His clothes seemed very old-fashioned. He wore nice grey pants and a white shirt with a silk vest and some sort of black wide tie underneath his jacket. He was very elegant but looked like he had stepped right out of an old movie. A movie about rich people, that is. He wore gloves and held a black hat between his hands.
“Hi, I am Mick,” he said and shook my hand. This time I managed to grab on to it for a few seconds. It felt funny because our hands went right through but I still felt his handshake. It was a tickling feeling.
“Hi, Mick. I am Meghan … at least I used to be.”
“It is scary the first time, right?” He asked and looked down. We had passed the mountains now and the boat was flying over the ocean.
I just nodded.
“What did you mean by ‘It is the only thing they remember’?”
“Well, most people don’t remember anything when they have just died. But some have such a traumatic death that they will remember just that moment when they died, such as a car accident or a plane crash.”
I looked at him skeptically. “How do you know all this?”
He smiled. He had a nice smile.
“I have been dead for a long time.”
“How long is that?”
“Almost a hundred years. That is in earthly years. Times goes faster here in the Spiritual Realm so that is more like three hundred years.”
A hundred years? I was stunned. That was an incredible long time. Around six times as long as I had been alive.
“I know it sounds like a lot, but I am really just very new here compared to others who have been here for thousands of years.”
“So why are you going to the Academy if you already know everything?” I asked him.
He shook his head, still smiling a little arrogantly. I didn’t like that much, but I really liked him. I was very attracted to him in a weird way. Like we knew each other from somewhere or were spiritually connected. I don’t know what it was; I just immediately felt comfortable in his presence.
“I am not a student at the Academy; I am the cook. I prepare food for the students.”
He didn’t strike me as a cook. As a matter of fact he looked like he had never been in a kitchen or done manual labor of any kind. He was much too aristocratic in his appearance.
“You’ve been dead for nearly a hundred years?” I asked, kind of blown off.
He nodded. “Yes.”
I tried to smile and nod. This was very w
eird and hard for me to take in. I still thought about the opportunity that I might be dreaming. That was the only solution I could come up with right now.
Mick came closer and put his hand on my shoulder. He squeezed it and I actually felt it.
“Don’t worry, Meghan, you will learn fast enough,” he said. “Everyone has a hard time the first few days, but just be yourself, and you will be fine.”
Be myself? I thought. How was I supposed to do that when I didn’t remember who I was or used to be or … whatever.
If I was anything, I certainly wasn’t myself right now.
Chapter Two
The boat slowed and finally stopped at a small harbor with no other boats in sight. I followed the others and pushed my way out. Now I stood on a dark platform. Strangely, I felt neither warm nor cold. I couldn’t feel the wind even though I could tell it was blowing in the treetops. And when I lifted my hand to feel it, it was as though the wind blew through it while the tips of my fingers seemed to dissolve, like the wind had removed them. But as I lowered my hand, it looked the same as before.
“New students this way,” a voice called in the distance. I followed the line of people toward a lamp. A tall man with a big beard held it suspended on a stick between his hands as he called.
“I need all new students to follow me.”
We followed the tall guy down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. While we were walking as humans normally do, the tall guy seemed to be floating a few inches above the ground.
The people around me looked as scared and confused as I felt on the inside, not knowing where we were, where we were going, or even where we came from. I felt a strange emptiness inside, but I guess not knowing your past or even who you really are will do that to you.
The darkness on both sides of us gave me the impression we were going through a forest with big trees. No one spoke a word. The chubby twins walked right in front of me. The boy sniffed a few times and then the girl did the exact same thing a second later.
“I’ll get you all nice and settled in at the Academy in just a few minutes,” the man with the lamp said. “It is just around the corner.”
The path turned and we stopped in awe of the sight before us.
“Ooohhhh,” a young girl next to me said.
“Cool,” said a boy looking to be a few years older than me.
The path ended at a big marshland with beautiful flowers and high grass. Perched on a high cliff we saw a giant castle with more than a hundred high towers reaching to the sky. It appeared to be made of white marble. White clouds and beautiful rainbows surrounded the castle. I was quite stunned by the beauty.
“Come on,” the tall man said as he found another narrow path through the waist-high grass. I stared at the castle in front of us and couldn’t help feeling a little excited. Was this the Academy? Was I going to live there? I didn’t know much about where I came from or what my old school was like, but I knew it didn’t look like this.
Everyone was silent during the walk through the marshland. I stared up at the great castle in front of me. And so did everyone else. Maybe they were all as surprised and overwhelmed as I was. Maybe it was just that we didn’t have anything to talk about since we didn’t remember much.
When we reached the foot of the high cliff, we saw stairs carved into the wall, all the way up to the castle. It seemed like an endless walk but I never felt tired. As we climbed, we heard noise coming from above, like laughing and chattering from a big crowd of people. I looked up and saw people floating over our heads, reaching the castle from the air. They talked and laughed as though they had known each other for years. We all stopped and stared at the crowd. I recognized a few of them from the boat. Mick was one of them. He waved at me.
“Soon you will be floating in the air like them,” the tall man said. “One of the advantages of being a spirit is that you don’t need stairs.”
As we climbed the last stone steps, we crowded in front of a huge oak door. The bearded man raised the stick he used to carry the lamp and knocked at the castle door.
“Normally we just go right through,” he said and smiled, “but since you haven’t quite learned how to go through doors yet, we do it the old-fashioned way.”
The door swung open at once as if someone had been waiting behind it.
A bright light shone in front of us, as bright as the sun. It came from a fair and incredibly beautiful woman with long blond braids and crystal-blue eyes. Her height was much taller than a normal earthly woman. She wore a long white dress and floated like many other people we had seen. She looked at us with affection in her eyes. I remember feeling so exceedingly loved at that moment.
“New ones, my lady,” the tall man said.
“I will take them from here,” she said with a gentle, almost singing voice. She was alluring. I felt so close to her. Like I had known her all my life.
She pulled the door wide open and we entered a hall as big as a house with white marble floors and white marble walls holding burning torches. Magnificent paintings covered the ceilings like in an old cathedral and the stained glass windows rose from floor to ceiling.
Never have I seen anything this beautiful, I thought. But then I remembered that I actually didn’t know if I had.
“Come with me,” the woman in white said with a smile. “I am Rahmiel.”
We followed Rahmiel across the white marbled floor. As we passed chambers and other hallways I was certain I heard voices coming from everywhere. Happy voices and people laughing. And I couldn’t help but feel cheerful inside. Something about this place made me happy.
Rahmiel led us into an empty chamber.
“Welcome to the Academy of the Spiritual Realm,” Rahmiel said. A man suddenly streamed through the marble wall behind her and glided through the room with a great smile. He had long white hair and a long white beard to match. He was as big as Rahmiel and wore a white robe. He smiled at Rahmiel.
“This is Salathiel. He is the headmaster at the Academy. He will fill you in on what you need to know.”
Salathiel cleared his throat and looked at us with another big smile. He too had a strange bright light surrounding him.
“So these are the new ones. Well, welcome all of you. I know it is a difficult time for you right now and there is a lot you don’t understand. But I ask you please to wait with your questions until later. You will get a lot of them answered the coming days when you begin your education. This is a whole new life that is beginning for you; we call it the Afterlife, and we hope you will enjoy your stay here. It is our job to train you and educate you so when you leave this Academy you will know all there is to know about the Afterlife. It is much different from being a human, as you will soon learn. First of all we will be sorting you in different groups.”
Salathiel and Rahmiel began to sort us into our classes. We were quite a mixed group, I now realized. There were forty-five elderly people, twenty-two adults, a couple of children around eight or nine, and fifteen kids aged twelve to eighteen. Rahmiel put all us teens in the same group. I recognized the twins with the broken glass in their faces. A young Indian boy wearing a hospital gown, named Abhik, was bald and extremely skinny. Another girl about my age seemed angry and hostile toward everything. She looked around with mad green eyes, hissing at people who came too close to her. Her name, I later learned, was Portia.
“Now that everybody has found a group, it is time to get the gala started.” Salathiel looked excitedly at the crowd. “Dinner is served in Hornam Hall.”
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