inside the run-down building which was
abandoned. Pointing to a locked wooden
door, I was afraid. But light came from his
hands, swinging the door open, and my eyes
were filled with brilliant light. A white door
heralded the top of a long staircase into the
heavenlies, as I instinctively began walking
towards it. An invisible force shut the
wooden door behind me, and when I
reached the top step, I fell to the floor from
the magnitude of my energetic wounds.
Awaking later in an astral hospital
bed, my memory was slowly returning.
Having gotten lost in the temporary identity
of an energetic alteration, many other
alterers laid in beds around me in the same
predicament. Emotionless as he asked me
questions about my missions, memory and
true identity, the doctor was sending white
light through my spirit from the hospital bed
below. Gunshot wounds in my auric field
were closing and re-energizing. "Where am
I?" I asked the doctor. "The re-energizing
station," he said, "I understand this is your
first visit?" "Yes," I replied. "Well, that's
pretty impressive. You must be good at what
you do." "Thank you." I responded
sheepishly.
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