I am in the wolf’s den. A small pool of water is off to the side, I lay down next to it and fall asleep.
Mono and ginger-ale are imparted to me. Motorcycle exhaust smoke rises above city streets then transforms into the Angel of Death.
I begin to follow a path leading to a big arena or colosseum. Light beings in white shrouds line both sides of the path.
Now I am in a vestibule, there are no doors only stone arches. Nothing is behind me.
The story of my life plays on a huge screen in front of me. I am my own judge for the life I’ve led. I decide what lessens I learned or didn’t learn.
There is another room behind the review screen. The Council of Elders await me in their chamber.
They have no judgement of the life I have lived, only love. We review what lessons need to be continued or new lessons available to explore, the decision is mine. I choose the what, where and why if anything. It is always mine to choose.
I return to spirit energy. Like a white comet, I circle the Universe again and again. I am waiting. Waiting for the need to connect or a connection that speaks to my soul. I wait.
*Two months later I hear a podcast on Next Level Soul about a near death experience. I about fell over when he described what I had seen in my meditation.