By E. L. P.

NIGHT before last I “passed on.” Either in a dream or in reality, I am not aware which. It was so interesting that I feel impelled to write you of the experience while it is still fresh in my consciousness.

For several days I had been not too well physically. This even- ing I retired very early as I was feeling quite fatigued, yet not really ill. When dozing off to sleep, or perhaps fully asleep, a terrible pain struck me in the back of my head and I began to jerk and twitch all over, and the thought came clearly to me, “This is death!” Then I declared the truth in this manner:

“I am in the heart of Divine Love! I am in the heart of Divine Love! I am in the heart of Divine Love!”

At the end of the third declaration ( it is so vividly clear to me), all pain left me, all jerking and twitching stopped, all the horrible sensation of agony completely vanished and I was re- laxed and seemed entirely surrounded by LIGHT and what I sensed as powerful LOVE. I was rescued.

Instantly I found myself fully clothed, even with a hat on my head in a strange city—just filled with people. The streets were very wide, and the people filled the whole street, not just the sidewalks. I saw no vehicles, but people, people, people. There were buildings, but they did not seem to interest me at all. I was tremendously interested in these people, many of whom I recognized—everyone of whom had passed on long ago. I saw not one person whom I know today on earth.

A tall, slender lady, past middle age, came up to me and acted as though she were taking charge of me. I knew her, but can- not recall just who she was—an Aunt I believe. She greeted me warmly, and remained standing smiling by my side. Then my “Aunt Senia,” who passed on around forty years ago, came up to me and greeted me also very warmly, but did not remain with me. A tall, sweet-looking lady of about forty-five or so, dressed in the most delicate shade of pink I have ever seen, hat and dress all of pink, came and greeted me, also with that same wonderful smile. I knew her too, but cannot now recall who she was. Then an Uncle who passed on about twenty years or so ago came up and was delighted to see me. He handed me a card, about the size of a postal and said,

“You meet me here at this place in a few minutes and I will go and get——— (I cannot remember who it was he was going to get), and then I will come here and show you all around.” Then he hurriedly left. I turned to this tall lady guide and said, “Do you know where this place is?” She said: “Oh yes! I often come here.” Then she guided me through the vast throng of people and I noticed some of them looked at me with a look of resentment upon their faces, and I said, “Why do these people look at me as if they resented something?”

She replied, “They are resentful because your Uncle is an important personage here and he has never ‘shown them around,’ and now he is showing you, a new arrival, around right away.” Then she advised me to “pay no attention to that.”

About that time a very sweet-faced young woman about twenty years of age approached out of the crowd and stepped right in front of me, smiling that same warm smile of greeting that made me so happy. She said,

“I don’t believe you remember me.” I looked closely into her face and replied, “No, I do not. Will you tell me who you are?” She said, “Yes, I am Uncle Isaac’s niece also, and I so much want to go along with you.”

I looked again and said, “Now I know who you are. You are his brother Peter’s girl.” She said I was correct and asked if she might go along.

I said, “Of course! Uncle won’t care; come right along.” And I took her by the arm, and she and my guide and another lady, whose identity I cannot seem to remember, went forward on our way to keep the appointment with my Uncle. I was very, very happy, but it was then that I awakened.

On awakening, I felt light as a feather, and seemed to be healed from all the false claims that had been bothering me for several days. Ever since that experience I have felt much better, and am so calm. I believe it was to teach me exactly what “death” is like, and that if we know Truth and use it, we need have no dread of it.

Also I believe this experience will help me a great deal in healing others. “I am in the heart of Divine Love!” That statement must have great power. Else why was it so vividly impressed upon my consciousness, and why was I permitted to re- turn here, if not to use it and to teach it to others?

Jesus said when He showed Himself to His Disciples, “Touch me not, for I have not yet ascended unto my Father.” Therefore, it seems we do not enter the Heavenly state always right off. I was not in the Perfect Consciousness or there would not have been any resentment manifested, but—it was progress—a better place I am sure, or I would not have been so happy.

It was a wonderful experience, and I am glad to have had it.

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