My Library

sexual drive. All I need do is think of that wriggling, writhing, mindless pile of humanity. That does it. This episode was of the milder variety that may be encountered in the immediate postphysical areas. I soon discovered there was a pattern at work in my own guided tour through them—states of being I had previously passed through quickly to avoid confrontation. All of these forays started while in the second body, before I could release it and move outward. I felt safe and secure with my higher self doing the driving. The feeling was right. But not the reason.