Called upon by the passion and lust of two souls connecting freely, my spirit was summoned from the other side, leaving behing both the body of matter that once roamed, and the physical being that my spirit once occupied. Milliseconds before my departure, if only for an instant, my eyelids became weighty and darkness consumed my vision. I felt called by the echoes of sound that a new beginning was upon me. My baggage consisted only of negative actions that needed redeeming, and the lineage of thoughts questions that continued to be left unanswered: who was I in my past life? Strangely, I had no recollection of the physical form my spirit once possessed -- within the exception of scenes reenacted in dreams -- though I do remember my flight, and the showers of rhythms that accompanied me on my voyage to the next world.