A Conversation On The Astral

[poliphilo]

My mother called me in the night. She called twice. I thought, "But she doesn't live here any more. Still, if she's calling she must need me so I better go see what's up."

I floated down stairs and went into what used to be her bedroom. She was sitting up in bed, fully alert, propped on one elbow. "Ah, there you are," she said. "I want you to tell me what we've got planned..."

From this point on the conversation was by telepathy and mainly in images. Translated into words it went something like this.

"Am I going on a journey?" she asked.

"Seems likely," I said.

"And will the King (the image was of Charles III) give me a lovely big present?"

"That seems likely too."

Then I woke up...