My Library

haze. It had a different texture. Actually, from this point, it was difficult to determine where one ring began and the other ended. A part of it was familiar to me. I had attended class here for a while. I hadn’t been closed enough. (What kind of class?) BB cut in. (Where you learn how to help those who are still in a physical body.) BB rolled. (AA wouldn’t be here. Nobody could teach him anything!) I turned inward. (If you say so.) BB darted outward and down and I joined his descent.… We began to enter the familiar cleared areas in the haze. Houses, parks, fields of growing plants, woods, forests, large buildings, rows of churches, it went on endlessly. Humanoid forms were busily occupying themselves in numerous earth-type activities. BB flickered. (Haze is sure thick. What are they doing?) I smoothed. (What they want to do.) (Just milling around like that?) (Some are fixing up their houses. Some are working. Let’s see. Others are playing golf. There is a poker game going on in that building over there …) BB cut in. (What building over where? I don’t get a percept on anything!) I flickered. (No building?) (Nope.) (No houses, streets, trees, fields …) (Just human-type forms moving around. And a lot of haze.) I blanked and turned inward. The constructs—all of them were not physical matter, so BB ought to be able to get percept of them in some manner. The temporaries knew they were nonphysical; they built all of this to be in familiar surroundings while they thought over and prepared for their next human cycle, built it out of … I lighted. BB had no ident on such, thus he couldn’t pull a percept. It was strictly humans only. I smoothed. (I don’t think your friend is here. Let’s move on.) BB flickered. (Down?) (Yep.) I swung over and did a flamboyant half-roll and dove through the