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Two Paths


I was five or six years old. My grandparents were going to Europe and I think they took my mother along but I can’t remember for sure. There was nobody to watch me, so I went to visit my great aunt who lived about an hour from Chicago. She was at her wits end trying to discipline her three teenage boys. They weren’t too bad, but three teenage boys wouldn’t be the easiest thing to raise. I remember sleeping in Johnny’s room, in a sleeping bag next to his bed. He was very rambunctious and it seemed as if he was always doing something exciting. I thought he was fun to be around because I was the shy introverted type and he acted as if he wasn’t scared of anything.

It was late afternoon, and I felt very tired. I remembered going into Johnny’s room to get in my sleeping bag to take a nap. Johnny just happened to be there sitting on his bed. He leaned over and grabbed a cigar box from his bookcase. He opened it and said, “Don’t tell my mom about this.” I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but he took something out and said he was going to smoke it. Oh no, I thought, he is going to smoke a cigarette and only grownups smoke them and they aren’t good for you anyway. He had a lighter and lit this cigarette right in my aunt’s house. I think he opened the window to get a little fresh air in the room but I was completely amazed at his boldness. I told him that he was going to get in big trouble and I was worried that I was going to get in trouble too. The next thing I know is I am asleep. All of a sudden I am flying through the solar system at the speed of light. This sensation was too overwhelming to be pleasant and it is the first time in my life that I had an understanding of what it’s like to leave your body. The stars were shooting past me and I was worried that I would never find my way home. It was at this time that other beings surrounded me and I felt completely terrified. I didn’t know who they were, but I got a very bad feeling from them. All of a sudden this flying through the universe became pleasant if not down right amazing. I was all of a sudden a powerful being traveling space and time, seeing all and doing all. What was happening to me, I thought? For awhile I thought I might be dead, or at least passing into another dimension. The thought of colliding with one of these stars was always looming over my head and I was starting to worry again about where I was going. Things took a turn for the worse.

These beings that had been with me previously were now speaking to me and telling me things I’d rather not hear. They called to me from above and said I had two choices. I didn’t know what they were speaking of, and I listened further. They proceeded to tell me the story of my life, not my life so far, but what would be in the future. They talked about a fork in my life and explained that if I chose one path it meant complete happiness and evolution to a higher consciousness, but if I chose the other, I’d spend forever in the worst hell imaginable; this was my last chance.” I was memorizing the two scenarios and convincing myself that I would simply remember the correct path to take. Good God, this is the worst pressure I could fathom, what if I forgot? I didn’t think I was doing anything too bad in either example. It was then that a voice said, “You are going to wake up now, and when you do, no matter how hard you try, you will forget which path is the right one, you must get there on your own.” No, no, I thought, I will remember, I will remember! It was then that I stopped flying through the universe and I woke up. Johnny was no longer there, and it was getting dark out. I ran to the kitchen where I figured my great aunt would be. Not only was my great aunt there, but my great, great aunt was there also. She was visiting from Chicago and sitting at the kitchen table. I was still half asleep and in utter shock at what I had experienced. I immediately told them that I had the worst nightmare possible and I started to cry. I, of course, couldn’t remember what I needed to know. They listened briefly to my story but interrupted and asked if I’d preferred corn or green beans for dinner.



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