We left the barren plateau.
– Where are we going now?
– Among happier souls, who are also preparing for the Earth but they are not driven by force; they go to help on their own accord.
We flew over a well-kept flower garden. When we landed, many souls gathered around us.
– Welcome beautiful white angel! – they greeted Alpha. Come, help us get back to Earth.
They stood in a neat line. One of them was a blonde girl with an angelic face.
– Down on Earth, I once had a poor laundress as my nanny, and I loved her very much. I want to go to her because I see how abandoned she is. Her husband will die soon. Let me go, I want to help her.
– Go in the name of God.
A small knot was sticking out above her heart. Alpha pulled it and the life cord stretched far, connecting the blonde girl to the laundress.
The next soul stepped forward.
– I am an inventor and I want to gift humanity several different inventions. I will bring them safe flight and a machine that moves not in space but in time.
– Good luck!
– I am a musician and I will give humanity the most beautiful melodies if I can go down.
– I am preparing for a poor, faithless old man as his grandson, and with my early death, I want to awaken him from his spiritual blindness.
The last soul stood before Alpha.
– Which royal family do you wish to be born into as heir to the throne? I know you have been preparing for this task for a long time.
– I do not dare to undertake it yet; I do not feel strong enough. I have already set my goals here which I will use for the benefit of the country. But the narrow prison of mankind so influences the actions down in the material world that I need to experience a few lifetimes before I can take on this responsible task. Here I have good intentions, but down there, if wealth and power surround me in the material world and the knowledge of the afterlife is taken away from me, instead of ruling wisely, I may not fulfill my destiny, causing trouble for others and for myself. If I could go down with such clear self-awareness as we live here, it would be easier to endure the temptations of wealth and power, but the merit for the work done would be less. For now, I only want to practice the governance of a country in a small circle and go down to Earth as a teacher of the people. If I can lead a class correctly and fairly and pass the exam in governance in such a confined setting, only then will I undertake the governance of a country as a ruler.
– May God guide you on your way, my wise brother! – Alpha said goodbye to the soul.
– You see, my child – he said to me when we were alone again – the act you just witnessed here in the afterlife is the equivalent of a funeral on Earth. We cannot contact departed souls during a human lifetime, only when they come here. We watch them all with love and concern, and we help them where we can. Sometimes they feel this help as a stroke of fate, other times as luck, but whatever form it comes in, it is always in their best interest. Now go back to Earth because it’s dawn! – said Alpha and stroked my face in farewell.
I woke up in Alpha’s room. He was sitting in front of a table and reading from an open book.
– What are you doing?
– Dictations.
– To whom? Where? – I don’t understand.
– I believe it. What I’m about to show you will be new to you.
I saw an elegant room before me. In a comfortable armchair sat Ferenc Hevessy, the great writer. In front of him was a white sheet of paper half-filled with writing. As Alpha was reading, long, identical waves started from his brain towards the writer. The waves disappeared above Hevessy’s head and he began to write. When Alpha spoke to me, the waves stopped, the writer did not write.
– See, he has no thoughts now – said Alpha.
Down on Earth, the writer got up from his chair and began pacing up and down.
– He believes he’s thinking. Look carefully – said Alpha.
Alpha started the waves again. The writer suddenly sat down and started writing again. Thoughts flooded to him.
– I would like to ask you something, dear Alpha.
– Wait a little while – Alpha interrupted the dictation. The writing stopped below. – I’ll finish this page, and then we’ll talk.
The writer plowed quickly across the paper. Sometimes he crossed out a word and wrote another in its place. The paper turned black within minutes. Alpha reached the end of the page, put the book down, and turned to me.
– Now you can ask whatever you want, I won’t dictate anymore today.
Hevessy chewed on the pen for a while longer, but since the action did not produce any results that would have helped him finish his novel, he angrily slammed the pen on the table. He locked the full sheet of paper in the drawer, stepped out onto the balcony, and looked up at the starry sky.
– Are we humans just puppets down on Earth? – I asked Alpha – is everything arranged in the world of spirits? Don’t we have an independent thought?
– My child, you did not understand what you saw.
– Of course I did, you dictate a finished work to the writer, he writes it down on Earth and publishes it as his own creation, even though he has no right to do so because it is not his, but yours, or someone else’s who wrote the work lying on the table.
– You see, you didn’t understand – smiled Alpha. This work that I am dictating is indeed ready and I am indeed playing the role of the mediator, but the work was not written by me, but by the writer who is now publishing it as his own work. He wrote it before he went down to be born. He set out with the task of bringing light with his pen to human souls shrouded in darkness. But since he knew in advance that in the human body, down in the material world, he would forget the uplifting and lofty thoughts, he asked me to dictate his work for him when the time came. Now the time has come and I am dictating. Sometimes I also add my own thoughts, and if his text is not suitable and I cannot offer something better instead, I borrow from someone else.
Each soul represents different attributes. For example, if a captivating sunset needs to be written in a novel, I ask Gratia, she is a fan of the beauties of outer space. She dictates a sunset so wonderfully touching that people have tears in their eyes when they read it. Sometimes, a clear and serious thesis is needed, which the lyrical, lovely Gratia cannot produce, because she does not have it. But Brother Prudens, the wise one, comes and dictates. He, on the other hand, could not describe the sunset. So The Kiss of the Muse is not a fairy tale, of course not.
People sense reality in everything and I am now among muses. Yes. And here everyone is used for what they are suitable for. There is no compulsion. This is how a novel or other work of writing is born on Earth. We do not move people like puppets, if we did, they would not have free will. We wait for what they want to do and we help them. Good people are guided by good souls, bad people are pushed into the abyss by dark souls, because people attract similar souls to themselves. It depends on the people whether they want to be good or not.
– Something occurred to me, dear Alpha. You know that I keep two diaries at the same time. One about my earthly life, and one about my wanderings here in the world of spirits while I dream. I know the diary about my earthly life, but I have no knowledge of my notes about this world down on Earth. Would you do me the favour of being my muse, and when I write the other one during the day, would you also dictate this one to me, just as you did with the writer? I would be grateful for it, and I would learn a lot from it.
– My child, I will gladly do it when the time comes. But you should not know what is happening here while you are down on Earth yet, because if all these secrets and knowledge were to be revealed to you at once, the weak human body would suffer. You can only carry with you the memory of the events experienced here as impressions and dreams, but when you become more evolved and stronger in spirit and you are approaching the transition, in other words, when you are nearing the end of your earthly life, I will be very happy to do what you are asking now, so that your fellow human beings may learn from it as well.
– Thank you for your kindness, my dear friend – I said to Alpha. Even if I can’t thank you for what you do for me, because you have already overcome all earthly trials, perhaps one day I will be able to help a fellow human being who is even poorer than me in your name. This will be my gratitude to you!
– Gratitude only belongs to the Eternal Love that is above all, not to me, who myself am only a humble servant of the Lord!
– What day is it on Earth today? – asked Alpha.
– Saturday night.
– Is it okay if you wake up late in the morning?
– Yes, there is no office work on Sunday.
– Then come, my child, we will wander far tonight. We will go down to other side of the Earth, where it is now daytime, and we will look into a hospital.
His words were followed by action. We flew among rolling clouds in the invisible nebula of outer space; the sun burned like a dazzling jewel. On a pink fluffy cloud stood a little girl with blue eyes.
– What are you doing here, my child? – asked Alpha.
– I died… My mother is crying, my father is sobbing without tears, and I cannot find my way in this world. I am lost. Show me the path, good souls, that leads to heaven.
A white guardian angel peeked out from behind the edge of the clouds.
– You are not lost, my child – he said to the girl. I have been here by your side invisibly since you came over to us. I saw you bid farewell to your homeland, and I did not want to disturb your painful feelings. When there is nothing left to tie you to Earth, we can set off towards heaven. You have completed your task; the two crushed people on Earth will look up to the stars tonight and, for the first time in their lives, they will cry in search of God, with sobbing souls. Lord! Why?… Why?…
We said goodbye to them. They went upwards, we went downwards. From afar, a gloomy building appeared to my eyes, a hospital. There is an abundance of human pain in the world. A sad, crushing sorrow surrounded me. There were many beds in the ward next to each other. There were sick people in them, but I was not interested in the sick people but in the souls that surrounded the beds. The room was crowded with souls. If only people could see this! I noticed that there were 10-12 souls around some beds, while around other beds there were only 1-2 souls, or none at all.
– Why are the souls so unevenly distributed around the beds? – I asked Alpha.
– There are many souls around those who are close to death because they are preparing the events. One initiates bleeding, another causes fever, the third induces coughing, according to what the patient needs, so that the final act can occur.
At the far end of the room, a life cord was just severed above a bed. I hid the money in the… – the old woman sighed brokenly, but she could not finish the sentence because the mind was no longer transmitting the thought to the body. The connection between body and soul was severed.
– You see – Alpha pointed to the dead woman – here is the body: it has a face, eyes, hands and feet, just like a few minutes ago, but something is missing: the soul. The unbelieving doctors will dissect it, and they will say: there is no soul! We have not yet met it during an autopsy! Of course, you cannot find a soul with an autopsy knife. Only a soul can find a soul, not a sharpened, flashing blade. Every minute, the midwives of the afterlife cut the life cords of the dying. It was an epidemic. Death is reaping! – people said. Come over from temporary earthly existence to eternal life to further evolve! – said the souls.
– If I were to walk with you a lot, dear Alpha, I would completely lose all the compassion in my heart.
– You shouldn’t find out what happens here now because as a human being you need compassion. The soul has already grown out of it because it knows that higher goals can only be achieved through suffering.
We arrived at the operating room. Doctors in white coats were putting a pale woman to sleep on the operating table. They were preparing for a major surgery.
– I don’t think she’ll make it – the professor told the assistant. The heart is weak but we have to take the risk because she has no more than 24 hours left without surgery.
Under the influence of the ether, the soul slowly emerged from the body. She rose above the operating table and was only connected to the body by the life cord. Her guardian angel stood beside her.
– Can my body withstand this serious operation? – asked the soul – or do I have to come over here?
– Your time has not yet come, for you are only 30 years old now and you have to spend 50 years down on Earth – replied the angel.
– Let’s get out of here, I don’t want to see the doctor cutting up my body. It’s not an uplifting sight!
– We can’t leave your body here! On the contrary! We must focus our efforts to help it get over the danger as soon as possible.
– Why did I undertake this ordeal? I don’t remember it anymore.
– The soul who is currently your husband is burdening his next life with his failures. Look, even now he is walking under the trees with a young woman, while you are being saved from death! He doesn’t know that you are being operated on today, but he shouldn’t cheat on you. If the serious illness didn’t happen now, he would completely turn away from you, because that other woman has seduced him. He is very impressionable, poor thing, but when he sees how very sick you are, his conscience will bring him back.
– Yes, I remember everything now! Look! – she pointed to her body – I see something wrong in the lungs.
– Yes, the disease that will kill you in 20 years has also already begun. Until then, it develops slowly, and when your time is up, it reaches its peak and you die.
The professor finished the operation.
– Can I go back? – asked the soul.
– Not yet, my child. The ether has had such a strong effect on your system that you could not handle it yet. You can go back later, when it has dissipated a little in your body.
The unconscious patient was carefully lifted off the operating table and was wheeled into a quiet room. A heated bed awaited her. Three hours later the professor came in.
– Can I go back now? – the soul grew impatient.
– Yes, my child, but only for a short time.
The soul floated above the bed, and was positioned exactly in the direction of the body. First the vaporous leg disappeared into the body, then the arm. The patient moved in the bed.
– Wake up! – the nurse whispered to the professor.
The soul’s head was still in the other world, but she already felt the pains of the body.
– Don’t go, my beautiful angel! – she sighed to her guardian angel with a suffering face.
– Don’t be afraid, I’ll stay here!
– Don’t go, my beautiful angel! – her mouth was now whispering.
– She is talking nonsense. – said the nurse.
– She is in agony! – said the doctor. You need to call her husband.
The soul began to rise from her body again.
– Am I here again? – she asked.
– Yes, you must stay here for a short time – said the angel.
The patient lay motionless in the bed with a waxy yellow face. Someone approached with soft footsteps in the corridor. The door opened carefully, and the husband entered. When he saw his wife, he looked at the ground with a startled face.
– Is she through with the operation? – he asked.
– Yes – the doctor replied.
– When can I take her home?
– My dear sir – said the professor, assuming a serious pose – the situation is very serious, the patient’s heart is very weak and she was brought in very late. I cannot take responsibility. You are a man; I can tell you that you must prepare for the worst.
The man looked at the doctor. His frightened face slowly fell. Love and a pang of conscience awoke in his soul. After the professor’s words, he collapsed beside his wife’s bed and burst into tears.
– Come back my sweet sunshine! Never again…
– Poor thing, how much he loves me! I’m going back – the soul whispered to her guardian angel.
– Not yet – said the angel, holding back the hasty soul. Let the suffering burn out the evil from his heart.
– But he has already regretted it, you see?
– This is still too little and not a serious enough grief. He must remember this hour all his later life, when he wants to commit a sin again. He must remember that he prayed you back from the other world with solemn vows. Just let him suffer! He needs it.
While the husband sobbed beside the dying woman, the soul waited impatiently and asked every minute if she could go.
No, was the wise reply every time without emotion. The man had already cried all his tears. When his hand touched the patient’s ice-cold hand, he screamed madly: she is dead! And leaning over her, he examined her face with deadly terror to see if there was still life in her.
The doctor approached the bed.
– She’s not dead yet, but not too long to go.
I felt sorry for the poor husband and the impatient soul and admired the dispassionate doctor who was not moved by tears while performing his duty. The guardian angel finally gave permission and the soul happily flew back into her body. Soon her hands, legs, torso and finally her head disappeared. The patient moved and opened her eyes with a sigh. Forgetting everything she had experienced in the other world a few minutes ago. The doctor looked at her in shock. The husband could not believe his own eyes. Rainbow colours shone in his wife’s broken eyes, and a mysterious, weak smile appeared on her face when she saw her husband.
– My angel, you are not going to die, are you? You won’t leave me here, will you?
– I’ll stay here – the patient whispered softly.
No one understood her, except the husband.
