"There are many of you from your time," volunteered the other one, who was dressed like a medieval court jester.
"You all seem to think so much, and to believe that you can save yourselves by thinking, control everything by thinking….." He shook his bells, playfully, laughing.
The woman known on earth as Svetlana laughed.
"I see," she said, realizing in the moment she said it that it wasn't true. She had a feeling she had never understood less in her life. But somehow that didn't seem to matter here. She felt so light, so quintessential, like someone who has lost a lot of weight recently.
"So you take me to be, let's say, a 'thinky' sort of person?"
"Yes," said the angelic one, glowing a little brighter.
"But not hopelessly so," added the Jester reassuringly.
"I'm glad to hear it," retorted Svetlana with a giggle.
"So what happens now?" she asked.
"Very thinky question!" smiled the angelic being, pulsating with ineffable rainbow light.
"Well basically, you have the run of the cosmos, within reason. Think of it as a sort of cosmic rail pass. You still have a good ten years of earth years left, but on this plane that only represents a few minutes. Of course what you can do here in a few minutes……"
"What can I do exactly?" asked Svetlana.
"Well you can go anywhere and see anything at the speed of thought, for one thing."
"Cool!" said Svetlana, remembering a favorite expression of her grandson Rusty.
"We like to think so," said the Jester.
"Anything in particular you'd like to see or know? Ask away!" said the pulsating one.
"Er…" Svetlana hesitated. "What's happening with my body while I'm wandering around the cosmos like this?"
"You have Alzheimer's," answered the angelic one.
"They think you're bananas," explained the Jester calmly.
"Nothing new there then," said Svetlana.
"Exactly. So what's it to be?" asked the angelic one, with an elegant and practiced sweep of his right hand across their window on the cosmos.
"Any chance of a sort of refresher course on how this Earth life thing works?" asked Svetlana.
"Of course," answered the sweetly pulsating being of light. And as he finished the sentence, they found themselves in a hall of light.
"This is the Choosing Chamber," the being explained.
"For choosing what?" asked Svetlana, looking towards the being.
"Mothers", came the answer. "Before you go into your life on earth, you need to choose your mother. This choice goes hand in hand with your life's blueprint."
Svetlana looked a little confused, so the being preempted her answer.
"Before you were born into the world," the being explained, "you decided on a range of experiences, a spectrum if you like, that you wanted to have. In conjunction with this, you had a choice of several mothers to whom to be born. This is the chamber for choosing mothers.
Svetlana thought silently.
"So I chose my mother before I was born?"
"That is correct: the child chooses the parent, not the other way round."
"Does that mean that I also chose to be an exile?"
"Of course," answered the angelic one. "You chose all your key life experiences."
There was silence for a good few moments.
"But if I chose my mother…."
"Yes," chipped in the jester.
"Where was she while I was choosing her?"
"Like you, she was as yet unborn," came the reply. "So you had to wait while she was born and grew up to be old enough to be your mother."
"So what did I do here while I was waiting for my mother to be born and then grow to be thirty years old?"
"Remember time on earth is measured differently here: it passes much more slowly there because the earth plane is much denser. While thirty years passed on earth you just had time to eat a meal here. You ate a curry, I believe," the angelic one smiled.
"Makes sense!" shrugged Svetlana. "So what now?"
"Whatever you like: Betelgeuse? Belt of Orion?"
"Bring it on!" giggled Svetlana.
"Well, Svetlana's in a good mood tonight!" chuckled Monica, tucking the wool blanket round the smiling Svetlana at Brackenhurst Home for the Elderly.
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