Nell continued talking Billy through her induction procedure in a calm and soft voice step by step, until he became so relaxed his head nodded slowly forward and his chin came to rest on his chest. He remained still for several minutes, breathing slowly and deeply until suddenly he shuddered and his body became rigid, his right arm jolted and began to flail about and then his left arm followed suit. Nell grabbed both his arms and when they became still she placed his hands onto the keyboard in front of him - his fingers twitched as they explored the keys. Soon they started moving purposely over the keyboard and legible words began to form on the screen.
Billy's head lifted up, his eyes were shut but his fingers moved quickly across the keys, tapping out a speedy, clicking rhythm. Nell and Tara nodded at each other and smiled with fascination as they watched the screen rapidly filling like a manuscript before their eyes.
"I feel like a phoenix, newly risen, black and smoky from its ashes. Or maybe something less mythical, perhaps a butterfly newly emerged from its chrysalis - but that would give you the impression of something beautiful. To you, I expect, I am more like someone who passes you by in a busy street as a blur, a brush on your sleeve or a waft of air. But I have a story that everyone in the world should hear and I want you to be the one to tell it.
I am just like you but without the meat and bones and all that hair. What I am, so you are too - inside your mortal physique. You must realize that your soul - the real you and not just your present personality, is the driver of your fleshy vehicle. When you sleep you leave your vehicle behind but the engine remains ticking over. Please allow me to borrow your "wheels" - I promise to be a considerate driver and I shall return everything undamaged and I can assure you that we shall both benefit from the experience.
But some will not like my story and some won't want to believe it. It doesn't matter whether they do or not at the moment - people always find it difficult to learn from others' mistakes but at least they can be warned. I offer you the gift of my story; my experience, my truth and the time will come for everyone when that knowledge can be of help. People must change as all things do, otherwise no progress is made - Change is a universal constant.
I will need a certain amount of input from those who want to read this story because I don't want to paint some flowery picture of an easy passage of time and events - this is going to be a rough ride. Whoever reads this must be prepared to activate a deeper part of themselves which along with their imagination and intuition will open up a far more real and wholesome understanding of not only my nature and being but also that of their own.
This process should test their personal ideas of truth and be an enlightening adventure but I am not asking them to discard their personal religious faith - everyone chooses their own path - all I offer is my own experience. And through the description of my experiences and those of others hopefully a degree of knowledge will be obtained about the nature of human existence beyond the physical, in the world of Spirit. And I want it to grasp the reader by their very core and shake them, to remind them of what is inevitable and that each of us is but a small drop in the huge ocean that makes us all a magnificent and powerful one. We are all one another.
Through you, Billy, I will speak of my life on Earth and beyond that change which is called Death and I will describe my journey down to the depths of my personal hell and back. Throughout this story I will share some of my memories with you - I will either place them in your mind or you may perceive them automatically whilst we are joined as one. I hope that by this you will be able to see and feel some of the experiences of my life.
But this story is not just about myself but about all my fellow players in this enduring game and so I cannot give you the real names of people and places, however much it would substantiate my story because I must consider those other people and their living relatives. All I ask is that my story is read with an open mind and a warm heart - just by this I am granted the solace of confession."
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