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question tantalized and tortured me for many weeks before I finally decided I must find out one way or another. On a particular night, after great difficulty in getting two cycles of sleep, I awoke with a start and lay quietly in bed. Evidently my fear of what I might find was greater than I thought, as I unhooked with difficulty from the physical, then slipped out of the second body as it hovered. I scanned for the INSPEC homing signal, but there was none. This disconcerted me at first, but I was determined and foolhardy. I used the ident INSPEC—the total rote I had on them—stretched out, focused, and let go. There was a quick, short sense of spinning movement, no impression of passing through the rings, then deep blackness, and I was motionless. Nothing more. The percept was forming that the ident I had used wasn’t enough. I might be at the gate to INSPEC territory, but I didn’t have the passport to enter. I had never tried to go to them, they had always met me. I had no percept of their reality/state; therefore I had arrived only at the site of our meetings. If I focused on … A warm vibration washed through me. (Very good, Mister Monroe. You are quite correct.) I began to relax somewhat. At least I had gotten this far, and at least THEY didn’t call me RAM. (Perhaps you would like it better if we used the ident by which we know you best. We believe you are ready for it now.) Ready for it, a name, they know me best … What could that be? (Ashaneen) Ashaneen. It was both familiar and strange. Again, that feeling of trying to recover from severe amnesia, and the gentle patience of those trying to help me remember. But the loosh … (We are aware of the disturbance you have undergone. It was necessary that you experience this. It goes with the territory, as you put it.) Then the loosh rote was real! I began to flicker … (It is the translation that is not real. The difficulty of placing earth and human values properly into perspectives and energies that are not of time and space is a factor very familiar to you.) I turned inward, picking up the loosh rote. Loosh, an energy