My Library

She was very open and clear. (Most of our congregation think so. Dr. Fortune is ambivalent about it. At the close of each service, he issues something like the call that the Reverend Wilson did back in physical life. People get up, walk down to the front of the church, and there he says something to them the rest of us can’t hear. Then we sing a hymn, and they march out.) (What do you yourself think? Where are they going?) She hesitated. (I don’t know. Things are so different here from what I expected and I’ve learned so much … I just haven’t made up my mind.) Then she laughed. (But you’re asking me questions. The welcoming committee are the people you need. I’ll take you over to … Wait a minute, where are you going?) (We, uh, I have to leave now.) I called out to her as we moved upward, (See you in heaven, I hope!) She stood and gazed in wonderment as we moved out, and I finally lost her in the haze. I’ve often been curious as to her reporting of our visit—if she did. We moved slowly as I tried to plan a suitable stop for the last part of the lesson. I was glossing and skipping over so much that I was unsure as to the value of the entire trip. This was no job for a neophyte, and I certainly was just that when it came to quick, easy lessons. I was still too human myself. BB gave me the answer when he pushed at me. (Hey, RAM, we going to heaven now?) I rolled a little, then smoothed. (Not yet. I have the percept I couldn’t if I wanted to.) (Then how about where there are humans who will toss a few rotes with me, not you? This is supposed to be my lesson and all I do is hang around, you know what I mean? Let’s go back to Charlie.) I didn’t reply, but the percept flared brightly, and I began moving rapidly. I was positive where our last visit should take place. I led us to the very outer fringes of the outermost ring, where the haze was quite thin. The rim had a glow to it as we approached, and as we entered, the glow broke down into soft individual light sources, those who resided here. These were the teachers, the helpers, the so-called guides of the inner rings—all on temporary but dedicated duty. I had