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So now I supposedly knew what happened. But that didn’t explain where I was. If I asked … (“Where” is a relative term. The most reasonable explanation from your perspective is that you are just outside the portal, the gate to our reality, a conversion point. The ident you used brought you here.) Well! There are gates to heaven, after all. I guess they could be construed as golden and/or pearly, if you thought heaven was beyond. (You are correct in your assumption. It is all from within the observer.) The percept finally came out. The communication was so natural and so rapid that I had missed it completely. There I was, casually talking—correction: communicating with this wonderfully glowing being just as I would a new friend. He/It was answering my questions before I asked them, so I must be using NVC better than I realized— no point in holding back any part of me, even if I wanted to. Whatever I was, It was reading every thought I had anyway. I opened wide, all of what I was. (That is not necessary, Mister Monroe.) And I immediately knew why. It/THEY had been a part of the process. My concept of an external intelligent energy source, helping, navigating, doing the driving, was accurate. (With your present need for individuation, yes.) The question arose automatically: How long had this been going on? I had become aware of it only recently, and had traced it back to the beginning of my OOB activity, but how about before then? Have they always been … (You will become aware of such reality at an appropriate point.) All I could be sure of was my own direct experience, but they must communicate with other people … (With very many by different methods, very few as we are functioning at this point.) I knew that was the best I would get, but I wondered about the It/THEY. (We are many, and you have known many of us.) So THEY would be correct … I hoped they didn’t mind the INSPECS