son, the tension had been diffused and my
presence was no longer necessary.
Lifting my soul into a spectacular
cathedral filled with Sunday worshippers, I
began flying around spreading love amidst
the rounded and exquisitely painted ceiling.
Although the facial expressions on
the people didn't change, much of the
congregation felt my presence sub-
consciously. Human souls experience things
on many levels of consciousness, but most
are only aware of the conscious, waking
state. Telepathically, members of the
congregation asked questions. "What does it
feel like to do that?" Responding, I replied,
"I just went through the ceiling, now I'm
floating to the floor. Now through it. Out
the window I go, oops, I'm coming back!"
Receiving confirmation from their sub-
conscious minds that they'd received the
message, my spirit was beckoned to return.
While leaving my body, I noticed
something odd while looking down at my
bed. There were two images of my husband,
Andy. Undergoing a vibrational raising,
Andy's physical body lay on the bed while