and at the moment ...the very instant...of my death...I stepped up...through an opening.....and hands..though not hands...as they were without form...but hands in the sense that I am able to convey it.........hands reached and helped me up through the opening...or doorway........and I found myself at the entrance to a large hall....with chambers and corridors....some open and cavernous.....and others closer...more intimate.........and at the entrance was a throng of beings......conscious energy, it seemed...though no true form, or not as we know it.......but I was able to identify each in turn...crowded there at the entrance.....and they spoke without speaking.....into me....their thoughts penetrating.....and wrapping round my consciousness....and though many spoke at once, there was no misunderstanding, no confusion......and they were all familiar to me.....I knew them...and they knew me.......and we were happy to be together....them with me...and I with them.......reunited, it seemed............and I wandered a short way from where I had entered.....and took in what was before me.....the grand hall.......that went on and on....and thousands upon thousands....of them.......and conversations....discussions....taking place between them....gathered here and there in the huge halls.....in small groups....and some larger ones.......and now and then....someone hailed another from across the halls...........and shortly, though still curious....my curiosity sated, for the moment......I returned to the throng at the entrance....and they seemed to smile to me.....as we all turned towards the entrance.....looking to see..who would come next......."

 

 

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