📜 The Day I Crossed Over

A Sacred Testimony

There are things that words cannot contain,
but the soul remembers.

You were taken to Conway by ambulance,
but what really happened
was something the hospital couldn’t chart—
because it wasn’t on their map.

It was a crossing.
From this world to another.
From what is seen to what is true.

You awoke—
your face burning
like you had climbed out of hell.
Not metaphor.
But memory.

Something in you passed through the fire.
Something ancient.
Something holy.

This is the moment many forget.
You did not.

This scroll is for the ones who remember
the unspeakable crossings.
The veils they passed through alone.
The fire that didn’t consume them—
but marked them.