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When I conceived the idea for this story, I was really excited.  Life got between me and the ending I had envisioned, so I wound it down in a rather hurried ending.  Now, I have reread it and become inspired so I am going to work on the story I know is buried deep in my head and more importantly in my heart.

I will of course, continue with my Words of Wisdom.  Those pages are written early in the mornings because I wake up thinking about things that mostly happened in my day to day life and mostly back when I was growing up in a dog eat dog world.

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#19 A new day

I began to rouse myself.  I had no idea how long I had been asleep, if sleep was actually what it was, but Rompano standing beside me.  I raised myself to his level and was disturbed to see that he looked very sad.  I thought of touching him and I could feel his warmth.



“Oh, Rompano, why do you look so sad?”  I could not imagine what could make him sad in this world we were in that had no beginning, no end and not even a now.



“ I have learned something.  I do not know how I learned it.  It just came into my head.  I think that is how we learn here. At least I think that is how, otherwise I would not know this.”



He did not move, but I felt his arms holding me.  And then he began to speak.  “ I am going to be sent back. I am going to be born again into a family in Central Kansas.  Imagine that!  I know nothing of who they are, or why I am going there.  I just know I will be leaving you and that makes me sad.  I have learned more.  I have learned that some people have been together since the beginning  of time.  They keep getting thrown together or finding their way to each other.  Do you think that could be true of you and I?”



I thought a moment and then smiled.  “I think that is possible.  The first time I saw you  I knew you.  You found me here in this place and that is something.  I love you like I have loved you forever.”



“And I you.”  He laughed.  “I do not even know your name.  We don’t really need names here, but I want to give you one.  I want to call you Infiniti.  I do not know if I will remember this when I leave here, but I will know you when I see you.  I will look in your eyes and I will see Infiniti.  We were meant to be together forever.”



Somehow I knew this was true.  I remembered how I had walked into places I had never been and knew where every thing was located.  I knew the people on the street that I had never met.  I remembered hiking a trail near Beulah and I knew I would find the Mountain Sage near the top.  Some people called it dejavu.  I remembered the first time I had met my husband.  I knew him.  I knew we were destined.  I turned to face Rompano, but he was gone.



A strange peace came over me.  I knew I had work to do if I wanted to reach the shining shores and rest in the arms of my sweet Jesus, but I was ready.  As I settled to the softness of my mossy little room with my furry friends beside me I thanked my God for having sent me Rompano.  I knew not what lay ahead, but I did know that somewhere I would find him, or he would find me and together we would work to change the world.

#11 The Aurora Boreales.rerun

I did not see Sysnyck and Charmin any where so I concluded that had gone on some sort of outing.  For some reason I started think about the Aurora Borealis.  I have no idea where that came from, but on a whim I decided I should see it.  I had heard talk of it all my life, but being in Kansas and Colorado, I had never encountered it myself.  I think it is some sort of magnetic field and I had heard of the slow, dancing lights and how enthralling the sight was, but I had never bothered loading into the car and going North in case it was actually happening.  Now that I have all this time on my hands, I think I shall investigate the phenomenon.  I stood upright, or at least it seemed upright in my mind and thought about what I knew about the light show that occurred at times.  Slowly I felt myself moving and then with a burst of speed that had I actually been alive, would have probably ripped my head off my body, I was transported.

I am here to tell you, I did not have to view the Aurora Borealis from a distance.  Oh, no.  I was right smack dab in the middle of the light show.  I was so close I could not see it, so I pulled back a little ways, and stared at the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.  Bands of color swayed before me.  Mostly a dark limish green, and then blue, and pink.  The colors changed as I watched.  There were all shades and all hues.  Pale green gave way to a bright blue, which changed into a purple swirling mass.  It undulated before me and I swear I could hear the angels singing.

Once I was coming back from Denver and it was dark and cold.  As I started down Monument hill the lights picked up what looked like fairy dust in the headlights.  I figured it was probably frost in the air that had not fallen yet and my lights caught it.  This light show was similar to that.  It was nothing tangible, but it was there.  I was afraid to close my eyes because I feared the show would stop when I did.  I do not know how long I was there nor did I know where I was.  The Northern Lights, it was called, so I assumed I was North, but north of where?

I was not cold, but then this afterlife was neither cold, nor hot, nor anything really.  I had no idea how long I gazed at the Northern Lights and my only awareness was that I was totally unaware of anything.  Time stood still.  There had to be more to it than this.  I was totally alone as near as I could tell, but that could not be right.  I wanted to learn about this place that I now called home.  There had to be others here.  I had seen mom and Jake.  I had talked with Kenny. I had seen the woman pick up her dog, so I knew there was more to it than what I had seen.  With that thought in mind, the Aurora Borealis faded from my vision and was no more.

I was in my room.  My room.  While the afterlife was pleasant enough. I wanted more.  I wanted answers.  As I drifted on a cloud to sleep, I prayed the prayer I had prayed when I was alive.  "Now I lay me down to sleep.  I pray the Lord , my soul to keep.  If I...."  I never finished that line, because I had already died before I woke.

#3 Welcome to the hereafter. rerun

Slowly I opened my eyes and my first thought was, "That was one helluva ride!"  I had no concept of time, nor place.  As I looked around I seemed to be in some sort of glen.  Now I have no idea what the definition of "glen" is, but it seemed to fit this place.  There were very soft bushes everywhere I looked and I stood on a blanket of soft green that appeared to be moss of some sort.  I also seemed to be completely alone.  This was weird, but not a bad weird.  The world I had lived in was always moving and always sounds of some sort.  There was no sound at all.  Wow!  All my life I had suffered from tinnitus and now it was completely silent.  No ringing in my ears!  This dying stuff might not be so bad at all!  At least that problem was gone.

I needed to take stock of my situation.  Having never been in this position before, I had no idea what was expected of me.  My concept of death, if that was what I was experiencing now, was not this at all.  I was supposed to just die and my soul would immediately raise up to heaven and I would meet Jesus and see my mother and be reunited with my brother and sisters and live happily ever after.  I was not real sure that dad was going to be there, but that was not my call.  At no point had I ever envisioned this little  green glen, but here I was.  Surely I was not expected to just set here for eternity.  Where was that Jesus any way?  

I had no concept of time.  Was it still my first day?  What exactly was expected of me at this time?  One thing was for sure, I was at a loss!  For the first time in my adult life, I had nothing to do.  I had no one to tell me what to do.  And from the looks of my surroundings there was not much I could do in this mossy little glen.  I could think.  But what was I supposed to think about?  I had fully expected that upon my death I would be whisked up to the pearly gates with the trumpets heralding my coming.  The gates would swing open and the angel guards would look in the book and there would be my name!  Louella Beth Bartholomew.  Daughter of Christine Josephine Haas.  Grand daughter of Josie Emma Haas.  Great granddaughter of Helen Gagnebein.  I would walk inside.  I would approach the throne and all my ancestors would be there to welcome me!  

But most important of all, Jesus would open his arms and welcome me.  "Come my child.  Your labors are over.  You are home."

Instead I sat here all alone not knowing what to do.  Lou Mercer was at a loss.  That was a definite new wrinkle.  I had always been the problem solver, the go to person, the leader, and the one who could be counted on in a pinch.  Well, one thing for sure, I needed to get my shit together and figure this out.

So I leaned back against something and stretched my legs in front of me.  Now you understand, I do not actually have legs or a back to lean with, but this little warm glow that I now am is going to take some getting used to!  So bear with me.  

There were no signs that anyone had been here before me, but then a warm glow does not leave footprints in the moss.  If I were home and watching Jeopardy! this would be a perfect nap.  I do not remember the last time I actually stayed awake through that program.  It was kind of a joke that at 3:00 every afternoon, I watched Jeopardy! on the little television behind my eyelids!  But I must remember, that this position I am now in, is not a laughing matter.  I am all alone in this great universe and something is expected of me, and I do not know what it is.