Feeling Good This Morning. My Head Is Really Clear. Should It Be The Program or My Story?" "The Story."

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He woke up. Got out of the bed and walked to the computer
workstation. It was before sunrise and the early morning light dimly lit
the room. He could see his way without turning on any lights.
“I’m feeling good this morning. “
Last week he had his annual physical examination and the usual
complaints: The continuous backache, swollen ankles, shortness of
breath, low water pressure when he pee-ed, and lack of energy. Dr.
Margoles usually dismissed them as part of aging and usually advised,
“You should do more exercise. And try and lose some weight.” But they
both knew it was hopeless. But this time the doctor added, “ Your PSA
is very high. We’ll have to watch that. I’ll give you a prescription and
we’ll check your blood in three weeks.”
“Prostate cancer now. Oh boy. What next.” he thought as he left the
doctor’s office.
But this morning as he got up to work there was a different feeling.

“The pain in my back is gone.”
“I really feel like working. This is going to be a good day.”
He clicked the mouse and the monitor screen lit up. He brought up his
email.
“5 unread messages” it blinked.
“Nah. I don’t feel like doing the mail. Let’s get to work. I’m
feeling good this morning. My head is really clear. Should it be the
program or my story?”
“The story.”
He opened Word and when the blank document appeared he started to
type:
‘H’, ‘ e’, ‘Space’, ‘ w ’, ‘o’, ‘k’, ‘e’, ‘Space’, ‘u’, ‘p’,
‘Period’, ‘Space’, ‘G’, ‘o’, ‘t’, ‘Space’, ‘o’, ‘u’, ‘t’,
‘Space’, ‘o’, ‘f’, ‘Space’, ‘t’, ‘h’, ‘e’, …
The characters flowed on to the screen. He was not a touch typist and
was surprised by the way the text unfolded. The rhythm and speed was
not his.
Then an unnerving feeling began.
“This is too easy. What’s going on?”
And the realization came to him.
“ I’m not doing the typing. Something else has taken control.
What is happening?”
The image on the monitor screen began to fragment as though it was
doing a screen change in a slide show, where the image breaks up into
smaller and smaller pieces that then reassemble themselves into the
next picture. This time the fragmentation did not stop at the screen
image. The monitor screen itself, the computer, the desk, the bed, the
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furniture, the wall, the room, and world began to fragment into smaller
and smaller distinct pieces, revealing some dark shadowy mist behind
the disintegrating reality.
He was moving. Rotating slowly around the axis of his navel, arms and
legs outstretched, a rimless wheel. There was no physical sensation,
just the visual impression of the fragments as they approached him
and then retreated into the shadowy mist. “Is this one of my Floating
Dreams?”.
When he was young he would have difficulty breathing and falling

asleep on hot evenings. He would then lie on his back and visualize
himself getting lighter until he was floating above the bed. Softly
drifting into sleep when the image became a Floating Dream.
“This is no dream. I am too awake to be dreaming. Even in my dreams,

when I am self aware I still know it is a dream.”
The knotting of his stomach was the last physical sensation he had as
it brought him to the realization, “Oh my god. This is It! “
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The Interview

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He arrives. It is a large waiting room. The cathedral like interior looks

like an enlarged Grand Central Station. There is row after row of
benches with people sitting quietly. It is very quiet. ”There must be an
information booth”, but he doesn’t see one. Without consciously
selecting a seat he knows where he should sit. He does not speak to
his neighbors; they did not speak to him; just sit quietly with hands
clasped on his lap. He is still in his body in a way because his senses
seem to be working. He can move his hands, walk, hear, smell and see
his surroundings but there is something different. He feels weightless;
no energy or effort is required to move. Instead of controlling his
muscles he can make things happen and yet he seems to be under the
jurisdiction of set of laws similar to the physical laws that have always
limited him. He did not feel free or that he had new powers.
“Herman Kaufman” Helm walks towards him. Without thinking about it,
he knows the small bureaucratic bespectacled clerk is Helm, the
Interviewer, who turns on his heels, without offering the
acknowledgement of a handshake. He says “Follow me” and leads
Herman into a corridor that was not visible from the waiting room. The
lighting is diffuse, neither clear nor opaque, just sufficient to see the

unmarked doors which are distinguishable even though the unmarked

doors and the walls were the same color as the light.
Helm knows where he is going as he leads Herman, without hesitation,

into a small conference room with two chairs and a small table
between and no space for any additional furniture. After they sit down
the Interviewer adjusts his glasses and asks, “Do you know why you
are here?” Herman could only focus on Helm’s face because now
Herman is certain that Helm is not wearing glasses.
He knew that a response was expected so he said ”I’m Dead?” and as

he spoke he realized that speaking was similar to the previous
experience with his computer monitor. The words just came out. He
heard them but he did not feel the vibrations in his vocal chords.
“You are not dead”, Helm insisted, adamant but still calm, “at least not
yet! This is merely the preparation for your Judgment” , he said
emphasizing the word, preparation. “You will receive a description of
your present spirit state, the overall process, the Judgment process,
and a brief preview of what happens after the Judgment.”
Herman asked, “How long will that take?”. It is interesting to him that
he can still feel a growing irritation with Helm.
“That is one of the first things you will have to learn. You are now a
spirit in the spiritual reality and time does not exist here.”
“What do you mean? Didn’t you just take me from that waiting room
and didn’t that take time!” Herman’s words shot out like shotgun
pellets.
Helm replied, “Herman, one, you were in the waiting room; two, you
followed me here; and three, we are in this room. You see, there are
only events; one, two, and three. And there is process, which is a
sequence of events.
“ The concept Time is something that was developed in your world,” he
continued, “ and is based on the relative position of the Earth and Sun.
Then it was used as a dimension applied to events. However, the Earth
and the Sun don’t exist here. Herman, Time is not a dimension in our
Reality.”
“Baloney! I don’t believe it,” insists Herman, belligerently.
“What time is it!” demands Helm without losing his calm manner.

He looks at his wrist. “Damn. They have stolen my watch. Sylvia will
kill me. I remember when we bought it. I just made vice-president and
she wanted to celebrate by buying me something.”
The occasion was memoriable. “You need something better than that
Casio.” She insisted. “ A Movado”.
“We went to Lord & Taylor’s in Princeton to shop for my new timepiece
; I wanted a chronograph; She wanted an Allia, a museum piece.”
“I have always used a chronograph, since my Navy days. It is a waste

to have a watch that only tells you the local meridian time and costs
$830.”
“But you’re an executive now; we are getting you a timepiece; and you
save $250 because it is on sale”, The Law was handed down.
“ She always got her way . I felt reborn into a new, greater being
After that was settled we used the American Express card for the
purchase. ”
Herman snapps out of his reverie.
“My credit cards!”
He doesn’t think it proper to feel his pocket in front of Helm so he

surreptitiously pushs back in the chair to feel the backpressure of his
wallet. It is gone. “Damn, they stole my wallet also.”
“Herman… Herman… Herman” Helm repeats until he sees Herman’s

eyes refocus. “I asked you what time it was.”
“ What time?” in a rising voice,

“ You stole my watch.” Still louder.
“ And my wallet.” Almost shouting,
“What kind of a place is this? “ Herman is now shouting.
Helm now had his attention. “Herman, that is exactly what I am trying
to explain to you.”
“Well I don’t believe you. All I know is that I got out of bed and
something peculiar happened. And you stole my watch and my wallet.
This could be a dream. Yea, How do I know that I am not dreaming?”
“You don’t have your watch and you don’t have your wallet!” Mr. Helm
announced conclusively.

Herman knew the Helm was right.
“Now, can we get on with it?” Helm asks as he adjusts his glasses and
continues slowly, “ You are here to prepare for The Judgment, which is
the next step and will determine the disposition of your spirit.”
“Do I have to defend myself or do I get an attorney, or whatever you

have here?”
Helm, a specialist in processing souls from Common Law societies,

continued patiently, “This is not a trial. You see, your lifetime on Earth
was the trial. There are no questions of fact to be determined.
Everything is known. All your actions and all your thoughts are already
in the record.”
Herman has a rising feeling of anxiety. He remembers the time he

deliberately killed a dog with his car because another car cut in front of
him and his anger was uncontrollable. He was sorry at the time and he
still regretted it. “Don’t I get a chance to defend myself. To tell them
I’m sorry. It’s not fair.”
“It’s not fair,” he said to Helm “you can’t do that.”
“Herman, I am here to brief you on the way things are, not how you
feel about the process. Before you can go to Judgment it is required
that you be properly briefed.”
“Well I don’t like it. I should get a chance to defend myself. To explain
why I couldn’t drive Harry to the emergency room when he had that
attack. I had an important meeting and who knew how serious the
attack was. If I knew he was dying I certainly would have taken him
when his wife, Muriel, called.
“I’m telling you, this is not fair. Suppose I don’t go along. There must
be alternatives.”
As a response to his outburst, he was in a snowstorm. Herman could

barely make any progress in the deep snow. Behind him the polar bear
was steadily gaining, five big loping bounds to his single struggling
step. He could see the snow as it fell off his boot with each difficult
step as he slowly extracted one foot at a time from the suction of the
snow. With each step he drew a painful breath. As the bear pounced he
sank into the snow. Down. Down.
It was now water. He could see the bubbles as they floated up in front
of him. They were moving up so slowly, gracefully, while he was being

pulled down so rapidly. He struggled to get control of his descent but

his lungs were about to burst, to expel the spent air in exchange for
the watery atmosphere. He did not want to drown.
Instead of losing consciousness he was now swimming through the air

inside the mouth of some very large monster. He could see the
backside of the teeth on his left as he swam over the tongue. On the
right there was there was a cavernous entrance to the esophagus. The
jaws were slowly closing as he did a very strenuous breast stroke,
rapidly fluttering with his feet to get through the jaws before they
closed. He barely escaped the snap when he heard Helm ask,
“Were you asking about alternatives?”
Helm recognizes that Herman is coming out of denial and is ready to

listen. “Let me continue the explanation about the spiritual reality.
There are none of the dimensions of your material world. …”
“What about me? I still have a body. ”
“You are now a spirit”
Herman knew Helm was wrong. “No I’m not. I’m talking to you. And I
see you.”
“Herman,” Helm contins, “ you are a spirit. You see me and

communicate using your spiritual senses. But you are still thinking in
terms of the material concepts. As you develop you will make the
transition to the spiritual reality and use the appropriate concepts.”
“OK. I am not convinced, there are a lot of points to clear up, but I’ll go
along for now. Maybe it would be better to start with an explanation of
the overall process.”
Helm is relieved. He presses a button on the keyboard and a video

display panel slowly rises out of the desktop. The screen shows earthly
images of butterflies, babies, ocean scenes, various life forms.
“A training film”, Herman thought.
The screen shows how a new species is created. First design a Life
Cycle to include growth, nourishment, and reproduction. And then
build the ecosystem to support the life cycle. The first example was the
Butterfly; showing the egg,caterpillar,pupa stages.
Herman is about to doze off.

Then the specification for a new spiritual being is displayed. It is to be

in the standard image but it should be capable of multiplying,
reproducing. There was no such thing in the spiritual reality. Therefore
a new reality has to be created to support a life form that could
reproduce and make the transition to the spiritual realm. Thus ensuring
a self-sustaining supply of the specified spiritual beings.
“Wait a minute. Wait a minute.” Herman yells. “You mean we are just
Angel larvae!”
“Well that is not precisely true. But it is a reasonable analogy” Helm

continues. “ There are many examples in your world of larvae being
used as device to solve a life cycle design problem. One easy example
is that of sponges or oysters. They are stationary and there would be a
problem if they reproduced in place. Therefore their larvae can swim. “
“Well. I’ll have to chew on that a while. What’s next.”
“Now let me explain how the Judgment works. Feel free to ask
questions at any point. The Judgment is handled by a staff specialist.”
“Will I be alone?” Herman asked.
“No. It is done as a continuous process. You will go in as part of a

group; you will know when it is your turn; there will be a guide to
explain the process; and you will be told to which region in the spiritual
realm you are assigned. It is just that simple.”
“Will they ask me any questions?” He felt that the briefing was coming
to a close and he wanted to prolong it.
Helm resumed, ”Rarely. Since everything about you is already known.

Now after the Judgment your spiritual form will be dominant and the
physical be carried interiorly. In each of the environments you are sent
to there will be an indoctrination, the intensity of which depends on the
state of your spiritual health when you arrive. “
“What do people do there?”

“We call the populace, souls. They do the same as they do in all
realities. They maintain it. You will have an appropriate function. But
you will be getting more details in your indoctrination.”
He was becoming apprehensive about letting the interview end. “How

many people, I mean souls, are there?”
Helm was very experienced and he knew all the ploys; he was polite
and calm. “Well, from Earth alone I estimate 50 billion and there are
other realities although I don’t know them all. So the total spiritual
realm is much larger than 50 billion. You will not be lonely, Herman.
Goodby”

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He is in another waiting room; sitting; thinking about the meeting with

Helm.
“I am lonely. What am I doing here? What am I going to do? Am I given
an assignment or do I choose? Do they need engineers here? “
“I should have asked Helm if I get to go back to earth to see what is
going on.
Will I meet my grandparents? Or maybe Einstein or Plato? I should
have asked more questions. How do I get in touch with them? Do they
have telephone directories here?”
“This is nothing like what I expected. It should be happier and it should
be in Technicolor. More like the Wizard of Oz“
Herman reviews what he had read. The Bible refers to Heaven and Hell
but gives very few details about them. Swedenborg, the Jehovah
Witnesses, and novelists like Charles Williams give a lot more
information about the spiritual world and what happens after death.
But he doesn’t remember specific information about the process.
The Tibetan Book of the Dead did describe something but he couldn’t
remember anything but preparation in this life and Reincarnation
afterward. “Now that sounds like a good idea. If I believed in
reincarnation would I be sent back? I don’t think it fair to be judged
for all eternity on the basis of one lifetime. Too bad I am not a
Buddhist, maybe they go to a better place.”
“Time may not exist here but I feel that this is a long wait. I wish Helm
were here. I could tell him, ‘ you see, I feel that I’m waiting. Isn’t that a
sense of Time? Therefore time must exist’.” He feels that he had a
sound epiphenomenalism argument. “Maybe I should write a paper
‘The Persistence of Time in Dimensionless Space’”.
“Just wait for the next event.” he thinks,
“The next event” The thought triggers the memory of a meeting:

“Ladies and Gentleman” said the chairman “the next event will be our
guest speaker, Mr. Herman Kaufman, Manager of Production Support at
Longthrap Motors of Long Island. His topic is Project Control.” It was
the monthly meeting of the Memphis chapter of the ASME in a medium
sized dining room of the Peabody Hotel. It was the standard boring
social ritual of the professional engineering meeting.
The talk contained very little new technical information and that was
only to neophytes. The usefulness of the meeting was in reinforcing the
image of Longthrap Motors, establishing professional contacts, and the
affirmation of their individual professionalism. The dinner was bland,
chicken something or other, but the spare ribs from Smokey Joe’s

across the street which he had after the meeting made the trip
worthwhile. He flew in from LaGuardia that afternoon, just for the talk.
After which he would spend the night at the Peabody, and in the
morning take the American Airlines flight back to Laguardia.
He realizes that the memory was a validation of his physical existence.

“I wonder if my Daydreams are going to be about my previous life. I
don’t know anything else. I wonder if I will have to start all over.”
Herman remembs the various times in his life when he had to start in a
new job or assignment…
“Herman Kaufman” he hears his name. “Do they have a PA system?”

He joined the group lining up at the big exit door.

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The group assembles at the exit door under the Judgment sign. The
doors open to a huge room filled with desks. Not in any orderly
arrangement but scattered in a random pattern. On each desk there
are three computer monitors; and above each desk is a white plastic
sign with a name embossed in blue letters. The signs hang from a
ceiling that is too high to be visible. The room has the feel of a very
crowded people-processing center. It is not what Herman expected. He
was anticipating an impressive room like the United States Supreme
Court, only more awesome. With God and Jesus and maybe some
Angels sitting in huge thrones on a high dais. More like Saint John’s or
Isaiah’s description.
Herman heads toward the “Herman Kaufman” desk because he could

not read the other signs, either they are too blurred or written with
strange looking characters. As he approachs the desk a middle-aged
beauracrat movs him with a downward motion of her left hand to a
seat at her left facing the desk. He knows her name is Thompson.
“How do I address her,” Herman thought as he sat down. “Do I call her
‘Miss’,’Mrs’, or ‘Ms’? I’ll just say ‘Mam’ or ‘you’.” he decided.
“I have Helm’s report on your interview.” Thompson begs. “Your

interactive classification is ‘Argumentative ’.”
“I am not!” Herman snapped.
Their eyes lock. She had blues eyes that are not unfriendly and yet not
friendly, but seemed to be deep as though she knows everything.
“Well,Mam, I just didn’t agree with what he said about Time not
existing here; and I didn’t like the fact that they stole my watch and
my wallet with all my credit cards.”
“You will now receive an explanation of the region to which you

belong.” She continues. Herman realizes that she is not going to be
drawn into any discussion. She is all business. But he is not ready for
her explanations. The discussion on the existence of Time has not been
resolved to his satisfaction; He can think of more reasons which will
prove the existence of Time; the larvae model is too strange; and he
doesn’t agree with the whole process.
“ There should be some sort of trial where I get a chance to explain.

I’m entitled to some defense attorney. Isn’t Jesus supposed to be my

‘mediator’? After a lifetime of manipulating people, I’m accustomed to

talking my way out of difficult situations, And with Jesus’ help I
expected this to turn out pretty well.”
“ …and therefore since everything you have done or thought is on the

record, “ the Bureaucrate was saying, “the only thing remaining to be
done is tell you to which region you have been assigned.”
“Wait a minute.” He interrupted. “What record?; what regions?; am I

ever going to get a complete explanation from you people of what is
going on? ”
“I can see why Helm gave you such a low rating in attentiveness. I just
told you how the regions of the spiritual reality are classified but you
were thinking about ‘Time’ and not paying attention. “
“How do you know what I was thinking?” Herman challenged.
“Look at these screens,” Thompson pointed with her right hand to the
three computer monitors on her desk. “The first one, on the left, is a
visual of your exo-form in its environment; it is like a cinema of your
life. The second shows your thought process in images or audio. The
third, on the right, shows your endo-form , or spiritual state. This one
may look like a bunch of expanding and contracting spirals to you
because it takes specialized training to understand them, also they are
being transformed from the spiritual to the material reality but more of
that later. Please look at the first screen, the cinema, and tell me what
you see.”
“Me talking to you.”
“Good. And now the second screen, the thought screen ” she indicats
with her forefinger.
The screen has system diagrams of monitors and central processing

units with text boxes just like subtitles of the thoughts he has about
the technology necessary to put together a system like this. The little
cartoon bubbles has texts like: “what is the bit resolution of the
screens”; “where are the cameras and recorders?’; and “what kind of
chip drives a system like this”. The screen , in its special way, presents
exactly what he is thinking as she is talking.
“I have the audio turned off.” she interrupts his fascinated absorption.
“ It is complicated to interpret actions simultaneously with their
occurrence. Now with the controls on this panel I can bring up any
event in your life. “ She manipulates the dials and the earlier portion of

the interview came up on the first screen. He could see Thompson and
himself in the room. The image on the screen was clearer than the
reality. The other tables were clearly visible in the screen whereas
when he looked directly at them everything was in a blurry haze.
“That’s because we use image enhancement “ she was reading his

thoughts, probably on some other set of screens. “ but look at what the
thought screen recorded during our interview“ and sure enough, there
were images of the interview with Helm having the discussion on
Time and he heard the speakers broadcasting his inner voice, ” There
should be some sort of trial where I get a chance to explain. I’m
entitled to some defense attorney. Isn’t Jesus supposed to be my
‘mediator’?. And with Jesus’ help I expected this to turn out pretty
well.”
“They do have a record of everything I thought and did.” Herman

realizes.
“OK. I agree. You have a record of my actions and my thoughts.”
“Now I want you to look at the cinema screen again. Notice the other
desks?”
The other desks have interviewers very much like Thompson. She was
wearing a light gray casual style jacket with a golden brooch on the left
lapel. At the other desks the interviewers resembled her, not clones.
But they looked related; and they were all dressed differently.
Now that he looked more carefully he could see that, some the
interviewees were dressed as though this was a costume ball. There
were people from different countries so the outfits did not look out of
place. There were people from different time periods: medieval clothes;
Roman togas; even people dressed like Star Trek characters..
“Yes, they are ‘for real’.” She no longer waited for Herman to speak.
“Remember, Time does not exist here, only events. Your Judgment
event will continue until the process is completed.
“Yes, the ‘guy’, we call them souls, in the toga is from Rome. “ She was
still reading his mind. “And the soul in the Star Trek suit is from your
25th century. That should give you something to think about. But for
now let’s get back to my explanation. I’ll start the replay and you
watch the cinema screen.
Her manner of speech made Herman realize that he better pay

attention this time. “I wonder if that Star Trek guy is from some kind of
parallel universe. And if they don’t have sex here, why is Thompson a

woman and Helm a man?” But he reengages his attention to the

screen.
The screen shows the following explanation of the Judgment process:

First, the data of everything you ever did , thought, or felt is a matter
of record. Therefore there are no questions of fact to be
determined. The evaluation of that data determines where you
belong in the spiritual realm. Where that is, is determined by
your spiritual being. Your spiritual being , or endo-form, was
developing as part the composite ‘I’ which your consuousness
recognized as consisting your body. That ‘I’ also includs your
spirit, whether you recognize it or not.
Second, you are now in the spiritual realm. The dimensionality of your
material reality does not exist here, only your endo-form, or
spirit, has reality here. The former body, or exo-form, with which
you were associated only exists as data or a memory. You do
retain your memory and your world view or prejudices, , they are
non-material you see,. There are some souls who do not believe
in the material world or that the exo-form exists. There are also
some souls who do not believe in the spiritual world or that the
endo-form exists. Needless to say, those extremists have a
difficult time adjusting.
Third, in the interest of maintaining the maximum harmony and the
minimum strife, you will be initially placed in a region of souls
who have similar MDF indexes. The MDF (Magnitude Direction
Factor) is an index based on the degree , intensity, or
magnitude of your love for your belief and the degree to which
that belief is directed to the Creator, God. Here are some
diagrams to illustrate the MDF and how it used to determine the
placement of the soul in the spiritual world.

Spiritual Dimensions Spiritual MDF Positioning System

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There are two dimension in the spiritual world:
1. Spiritual health or magnitude of desire
2. Direction of desire.
Every soul can be mapped to a point in the Direction
spiritual world based on the direction of its of
Desire
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against God and is deflected by the
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Herman responds with all the energy of a compressed spring that is

suddenly released. “What about Heaven and Hell? Where do they fit
in? How come you are a woman and Helm is a man? You haven’t told
me where I will go and what I will be doing. I don’t understand this MDF
business.”
“Wait a minute”
“Gotcha!” , flashed through his mind. “I thought minutes, time, did not
exist here.”
It is possible for spirits to get angry and spirit power compared to

material power is like an infinite line compared to a dimensionless
point. Herman is pinned. He is in the grip of a force which immobilized
him. There is no pain. It is as though time, which does not exist, has
stopped. He is conscious of being inside a shell, like a deep sea diver in
an under water suit. He can look out but can not control any motion or
communicate. Even in his predicament there is a feeling satisfaction
for having gained a small victory.
“Herman”, the jailor continued, “ you will require a very extensive

indoctrination period. You cannot learn anything if you ask a new
question before the explanation of the previous question is completed.
I will answer your questions, in order.
“ Heaven and Hell are worldly concepts of regions that do exist in the
spiritual reality. Hell is the area labeled “Against God” on the map. The
souls there are turned away from God. Their hatred , jealousy, and
anger at the other souls is a continuous torture. They have no peace.
“I am a spirit, not a woman. It is a coincidence that in my previous

exo-form , in the material world, I was a woman. Helm was also a
woman. What you see is the result produced by our personal
identification signal on your exo-form thought transformation matrix.
You will learn about that during your indoctrination. Just understand
that you have been conditioned to identify certain characteristics as
‘Feminine’ and others as ‘Masculine”. That conditioning will determine
how you translate the visual signals for a while. As you develop your
spiritual senses you will learn how to use them to interpret the spiritual
reality.
“Lastly, where are you going? The position is “0.6@45 ”. Your

magnitude is 0.6 . One point zero is the minimum for a mature spirit,
capable of taking care of themselves and being schooled. You are a

spiritual child, a ‘premature’ and will require special nursery care. On

the other hand your spiritual direction is not bad. On the border line
between looking toward God and your own reason.
“Now the Transition to the spiritual reality is completed. You have been
informed of the Judgment and you are ready for your indoctrination.”

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The Nursery

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The room is large. You could not see the enclosing walls. The rows of
cribs and equipment extend beyond the horizon. The light was the
distinguishing first impression. It is bright but not blinding, encasing
the furnishings to purify their white or metallic texture.
Over the entrance is engraved, “Prematures-Reception-Section”
“Is this the Preemies-Reception-Section” asks the Caretaker as she

comes into the room.
“Yes. And you are the new Caretaker Grade III?” replies the
professional looking Senior Grade.
“Uh huh. Just graduated and raring to go.”
“Well. Good. We’ve been short handed. The whole reception center is
feeling the pinch but our load has increased because there is a larger
percentage of prematures coming in.”
“I know.” The Caretaker replied quickly, eager to show her knowledge

she spoke in short staccato sentences barely letting the Senior finish
the sentence. “Especially Preemies. The statistics we saw in the
Backgrounds class are staggering. That’s why the crash program to
retrain Mature-Level-Caretakers was started. I was caring for Matures
but I was only a Caretaker Grade II, so this is a quick promotion for
me.”
The Senior started to maneuver the Caretaker in a slow dance toward
the cribs. “ Matures are easier. They don’t need much to get cleared

through because they can communicate. The Prematures are so

difficult that we have been losing 32% at last count. The only thing
that works, of course, is love.”
“I know. “ Caretaker , trying to impress the Senior said, “ In the

Principles class we not only get the statistics but we learned the
importance of proper preparation. Why can’t people ever learn about
the importance of proper preparation?”
“Well that’s the eternal question. We certainly have sent the message
in every possible way. Not only in Sacred writings but we also inspire
secular writers. Plato is a good example, in The Republic he points out
that spiritual nourishment is an essential part of the education
provided by the state. However we prefer the official Sacred writings
that …”
“I know.” The Caretaker interrupted. “There is a judgment for every

living soul; the soul that sins shall die; there is eternal life for those
whose sins are forgiven. I got all that in my Practical class. I even
knew it before I passed through. But I never understood about eternal
life until I got here. How about filling me in on the process here so I can
get started?”
The Senior carefully prepared his words , “You’ve been taught the
theory that the soul when created has an exo-form, called the body,
and an endo-form, the spirit. The purpose of the first creation is for the
body to nurture the spirit, because when the soul gets here, assuming
it passes through the Judgment, the spirit becomes the exo-form and
the body the endo-form. That is because this is the spiritual reality
where… Oh. You’ll get that in philosophy, you know.”

“But what happens when the soul passes through and arrives here?”
asked the Caretaker .
“Well, as I was about to say. The soul is first evaluated to determine

the indoctrination needed. We get the whole gamut:
“The Matures in ten levels. They include the souls who were aware of
the need for spiritual nourishment and worked on their spiritual
development to those who, while aware of their spirit, did very little to
develop it, you know. The state of their spiritual health when they
arrive here depends on the nourishment the spirit received while still
dependent on the body. But at least they can all talk and can start their
spiritual training immediately at the indoctrination center.
“The other category is the Preemies, in ten levels, also, you know.
These had the spiritual strength to merit eternal life because they
believed in a Creator or at least a ‘higher power’ beyond the material
world, But they did nothing or so little to maintain their spirit that
when the soul gets here, poor thing, it is barely alive, and certainly
they do not know how to talk. We have to …”
The Caretaker, interrupted again. “Nurture by love, songs and prayer

until they are self sustaining and then, to teach them how to talk by
verse training. My favorite is, ‘The reverence of the Lord is the
beginning of wisdom.’ Now, what about the one-third of the preemies
that don’t make it? “
“Well. That’s difficult “ the Senior adopted the lecture mode he used in
training classes. “The recycling process has been evolving. We tried
sending them back in some animal body but that didn’t work because
it was not adapted to nourishing the spirit. Generally they came back
in worse shape.

“Then we tried soul recycling and that was misunderstood. It became

known as reincarnation and it completely screwed up the message.
Besides, according to my way of thinking, why should they do any
better the second time? Since there is a feedback system between the
body and the spirit, the spirit in the new soul life will have the same
effect on the body as in previous soul lives. I always say , ’ If a soul has
a bad spirit you might just as well trash it’, but this is not the official
policy so you don’t have to agree with me.”
“As for the current process.” He continued “Well, I have been so
swamped here that I haven’t kept up with the changes to the recycling
process. I do know that they don’t get here unless they pass The
Judgement and that the promise of eternal life holds, you know, so I
just ship them off to the recycling center. Now, aren’t you eager to get
started?” the Senior asked hopefully.
“Oh yes. But I’m getting a part of the picture I never understood
before. I came as a Mature-Level-IV, and did not have any contact
with Preemies. But I think that we should work on prevention for the
Preemies. Be more proactive. Get a better message. What do you
think about that?”
The Senior considered very carefully how to reply without displaying

the rising impatience building up within. “ You are making a good point.
They should know that spiritual nourishment starts before they pass
through. The message that they are physical material bodies, with a
spiritual part within or attached, has been given from the beginning of
human creation. I mentioned Plato but in addition there is the Vedatic
literature , secular writings about spiritual life, including fiction, and
most important our official inspired writings. In addition to all the
writings there is Creation itself for all to see as evidence of a Creator or
at least a creating force. But you and I are not concerned about those

that do not believe, because they never get here. We are concerned
about the souls that do, because we want them to be healthy
functioning robust beings when they get here.”
The Senior moved toward the cribs. He smoothed out a sheet and
tucked the loose end back into place. Then he paused to emphasize his
closing point. “ Therefore they have been given many writings and
have received messages through Prophets that they can expect
continued existence and what they must do to prepare for it. Also,
since they live in a material world, most but not necessarily all, the
information has to be received by the soul’s physical senses and then
fed to the spirit. So the means, method, and opportunity are there
and it only needs the soul to open the way to its spirit. Does that
answer your question?”
“I see. It’s awesome.”
“OKl. Then get to work on that new group just being delivered.” the
Senior said with relief.

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PVB Writing Workshop The Transition Page 1 of 23

>>>>>>>>>>>>> The Transition <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

But this morning as he got up to work there was a different feeling.

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When he was young he would have difficulty breathing and falling

“This is no dream. I am too awake to be dreaming. Even in my dreams,

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The Interview

He arrives. It is a large waiting room. The cathedral like interior looks

[thetransition.doc] Julien Green 3/4/2009@22:44 A3/P3

unmarked doors which are distinguishable even though the unmarked

Helm knows where he is going as he leads Herman, without hesitation,

He knew that a response was expected so he said ”I’m Dead?” and as

“Baloney! I don’t believe it,” insists Herman, belligerently.

[thetransition.doc] Julien Green 3/4/2009@22:44 A3/P3

“I have always used a chronograph, since my Navy days. It is a waste

Herman snapps out of his reverie.

“My credit cards!”

He doesn’t think it proper to feel his pocket in front of Helm so he

“Herman… Herman… Herman” Helm repeats until he sees Herman’s

“ What time?” in a rising voice,

[thetransition.doc] Julien Green 3/4/2009@22:44 A3/P3

Herman knew the Helm was right.

“Do I have to defend myself or do I get an attorney, or whatever you

Helm, a specialist in processing souls from Common Law societies,

Herman has a rising feeling of anxiety. He remembers the time he

As a response to his outburst, he was in a snowstorm. Herman could

[thetransition.doc] Julien Green 3/4/2009@22:44 A3/P3

pulled down so rapidly. He struggled to get control of his descent but

Instead of losing consciousness he was now swimming through the air

Helm recognizes that Herman is coming out of denial and is ready to

“What about me? I still have a body. ”

“You are now a spirit”

“Herman,” Helm contins, “ you are a spirit. You see me and

Helm is relieved. He presses a button on the keyboard and a video

“A training film”, Herman thought.

Herman is about to doze off.

[thetransition.doc] Julien Green 3/4/2009@22:44 A3/P3

Then the specification for a new spiritual being is displayed. It is to be

“Well that is not precisely true. But it is a reasonable analogy” Helm

“Well. I’ll have to chew on that a while. What’s next.”

“Will I be alone?” Herman asked.

“No. It is done as a continuous process. You will go in as part of a

Helm resumed, ”Rarely. Since everything about you is already known.

“What do people do there?”

[thetransition.doc] Julien Green 3/4/2009@22:44 A3/P3

He was becoming apprehensive about letting the interview end. “How

[thetransition.doc] Julien Green 3/4/2009@22:44 A3/P3

>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The Judgement

He is in another waiting room; sitting; thinking about the meeting with

“The next event” The thought triggers the memory of a meeting:

[thetransition.doc] Julien Green 3/4/2009@22:44 A3/P3

He realizes that the memory was a validation of his physical existence.

“Herman Kaufman” he hears his name. “Do they have a PA system?”

[thetransition.doc] Julien Green 3/4/2009@22:44 A3/P3

>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The Judgment <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

Herman heads toward the “Herman Kaufman” desk because he could

“I have Helm’s report on your interview.” Thompson begs. “Your

“I am not!” Herman snapped.

“You will now receive an explanation of the region to which you

“ There should be some sort of trial where I get a chance to explain.

[thetransition.doc] Julien Green 3/4/2009@22:44 A3/P3

‘mediator’? After a lifetime of manipulating people, I’m accustomed to

“ …and therefore since everything you have done or thought is on the