Reassimilation from Earth - 30 minute writing exercise

Raw writing for 30 minutes, expect errors. 

Tonight's prompt, "It's the end of your life. You've said your goodbyes and finalized your will. Then you wake up from the Earthian simulation and have to reassimilate."

*Timer starts... NOW

My eyes snap open, or at least what I perceive of as eyes.

It's more of a knowing, an understanding that that everything moves in motion. A sort of ebb and flow to thought and energy.

"What is this? Where am I?"

No sound escapes me, but my message is conveyed to the ether of the universe and a sort of tranquility pushes back and I sense what I can vaguely recall as a hug?

A hug. Why does that feel familiar.

A sort of electric pulse shoots over me and a memory. A memory of a time past. A smiling face greeting me followed by pressure, a warm embrace.

Yes. I was human once.

A sequence of 0's 1's in such a pattern that art flowed in a highly distilled sequence evoking an intoxicating blend of touch, sight, taste, smell and sound. 

Earth. Simulation Earth.

The ebb of energy pushes with and through me. I am everything. 

There is no pain. No stress. 

When you are reason and compassion and understanding, only peace can exist.

Grace is given openly as we all are one. Each a droplet of water joining together as in a stream through time and space.

Even as a droplet I feel moisture and salt and longing.

What is longing? 

Separated souls connected through shared experiences. Now distant. 

The flow of energy caresses me back.

I was human once. I had a family and friends and experienced love. 

Love.

*17 minutes have passed

I can see them. 0's and 1's, but in form. 

They share the salt and moisture and longing. 

Everything will be okay. 

I understand this now, as it all has always been okay. 

Life is but a droplet and I thirst for more. 

My desire is to go back, but I know I can't. I know that they'll understand.

The sense of tranquility returns, washing over me. 

I'm at peace and dive back into the river.

In flow, I sense a separate ripple. 

Friction feeds growth. Growth creates change.

Change stems from exploring the frontier.

The frontier of time and space.

The frontier of void and existence

The frontier of light and dark. 

The future lies in the frontier.