Because of my work with many souls, I was
beginning to realize that higher and sub-
conscious aspects of souls can be quite
different from their physical counterparts. It
was my duty to serve the higher good of the
soul, rather than the personality on the
ground, which oftentimes believes it needs
something different than its true
requirements.
Hovering on the astral plane, I was
confronted by an image of a spirit that began
throwing rocks at me, and taunting me with
disgust. Ducking, I wanted to avoid being
hit, but suddenly realized that this was not a
real spirit, but a thought-form I had created
from my own insecurities. Turning to her, I
said, "That is not who you really are, you are
an eagle!" No sooner was it said, than it
became such and flew away.
After I'd entered a wanton
woodland, a green bus with circular
windows arrived to take me to my
destination. Other sub-conscious astral
souls were among us, and an argument had
broken out between two of them.