I must have left the physical plane for about six months when I found myself at the back of a forum at a session called “How to get your next life right” I turned round to this entity beside me and asked “Who were you in your last life?” and they replied, “Margaret Cotton. I worked as a cleaner for most of it and had two husbands, neither of whom I’ve seen up here yet. In the life before that I was Winston Churchhill: apparently I was meant to be working on my humility in my last life!”
“How did that work out?” I asked and she said “My second husband was the spouse of a client, wealthy beyond my wildest dreams and he took me to levels of unmatchable luxury in return for services we are not allowed to discuss here: his wife had no imagination apparently. That’s her in the row below us by the way: she hasn’t forgiven me yet, death or no death”
“Have they told you who you will be in your next life then? I asked her, presuming she had not yet discovered inner serenity and perfection. “Not yet,” she replied, “But apparently insects have to invite you to join their number so I may have quite a time to wait in purgatory. Who were you, she asked and I replied, “I was a bluebottle but apparently I will be a human being in my next life: no permission required for that I understand. I wonder why that is !?
They offered no reply.