while after I died, my life was prepared for me to review.
I was brought to a kind of library where people sat reading
(which surprised me at the time - I thought that reading a
book was a bit antiquated for heaven, but I guess I was wrong).
They put me in front of a projection screen on which clips
of my life in 3-D were shown. My life "movie" was
paused at key points. These were important lessons I had learned,
or times when my integrity was tested, and the guide would
discuss them with me.
the film flickered into black and white. I remember being
so excited about reviewing my life that I hounded the worker
in charge of it every day, asking when the film would be ready.
He finally told me to stop asking, that he would let me know.
At some point, I had to pick my next life. I was brought in
front of another screen that had six lives displayed on it.
It was like watching movie trailers of six people - scenes
played from their childhoods, their struggles and triumphs.
A guide stood next to me and answered my questions about each
life in order to help me choose one.
narrowing it down to a life as a rich blonde girl, a middle-class
brunette, a cheerful blonde homosexual boy, and a dark-haired
woman whose life was full of struggle. Because I could learn
more, the guide pressured me to choose the life of struggle.
However, I declined because lives that seem easy and sweet
from heaven are usually more challenging when you're the one
who has to live through them! I believe that's a big reason
why some people commit suicide - they overestimated how much
they could handle spiritually.
Eventually I narrowed it down to the brunette and the homosexual
boy. After a long debate, I chose the brunette, almost solely
based on the fact that the homosexual boy's "great love"
in life happened in his early twenties and was followed by
solitude, while the female's life ended with finding a loving
partner. Apparently I like my lives to end on a good note!
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