Afterlife

 'Who are you?' A voice rang up in my head, just like you would hear a thought, out a little loud.

'I am A man' I answered reluctantly.

'Why are you here?' Another thought in the form of a question.

'I don't know. I remember I had an accident and I was in a hospital ICU, but I don't know how I came here. I really just don't remember.' I thought of the thought again. 

Spontaneously.

'So you think you are dead?' came the voice.

'I don't know, but have you seen what happened right back there.' I thought of an answer.

'But you don't know for sure?' It asked again.

'Huh.'

'I can help you. I know things.' It said.

I concentrated. 'How?'

'Death is only a doorway into a new dimension. It triggers a process of transformations in the astral plane, a plane of our reality of existence.'

'Now you know your reality more closely. And if you can withstand the darker recesses of your subconscious, you will be one with the truth.'

'Remember, Everything follows a cycle. Everything forms a circle. A circle circling itself.'

'And you can't die until you have lived the all of yourself.'

'You are purely cosmos now. Yes, it's true that you are dead. That you have died a thousand times to be born again.'