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for it, and more lonely. My sorrows had been great,
my sufferings beyond the ability of most to bear or to
understand. I leaned back, gazing unseeingly through the
window. What had they said on a recent astral visit to
Lhasa? Oh, yes! "You find it difficult to obtain employ-
ment? Of course you do, my brother, for you are not part
of the Western world, you live on borrowed time. The man
whose living space you have taken would have died in any
case. Your need, temporarily for his body, more perman-
ently for his living space, meant that he could leave the
Earth with honor and with gain. This is not Kharma, my
brother, but a task which you are doing upon this, your last
life on Earth." A very hard life, too, I told myself.
In the morning I was able to cause some consternation or
surprise by announcing, "We are going to live in Ireland.
Dublin first, then outside Dublin."
I was not much help in getting things ready, I was very
sick, and almost afraid to move for fear of provoking a heart
attack. Cases were packed, tickets obtained, and at last we
set off. It was good to be in the air again, and I found that
breathing was much easier. The airline, with a "heart-case"
passenger aboard, took no risks. There was an oxygen
cylinder on the rack above my head.
The plane flew lower, and circled over a land of vivid
green, fringed by milk-white surf. Lower still, and there
was the rumble of an undercarriage being lowered, followed
shortly by the screech of the tires touching the landing
strip.
My thoughts turned to the occasion of my first entry to
England, and my treatment by the Customs official. "What
will this be like?" I
date: Fri, 8 Nov 2007 18:29:02 GMT
author: Col. Zebediah Merel
