Unfathomable things

A stream of consciousness (and first pass) at making sense of a death vision

Last weekend I had a death vision. This is not the sort of thing that usually happens to me, but in a deep meditative state, one thing led to another and before I knew it, I had seen myself walking the world as a colour-changing skeleton before descending into the underlands wearing a mask of my own face. Towards the end of the vision, I asked repeatedly, with spiralling desperation, what colour am I? Until my own voice receded and some other presence gave the instruction you must walk the fields. At which point I was returned to the beginning of the cycle – a yellow skeleton in a bowler hat with flowers sprouting from my bones, walking the fields with a contented look on my hollowed face.