«Well, „there“ is an elusive term. Better tell me who are you? And where do you live?»
«I lived on Earth, but suddenly I got here. My Angel says I have to go back. That’s what decided Upstairs. And at Customs, I accidentally stumbled.»
«Ah, you are an exception! I get it! Remember, there are no coincidences! Let’s go, I’ll take you to Customs. If you were an ordinary ghost, we would use the Portal.»
We went into the distance.
«And you… who are you?» I decided to break the silence. «Tell me about your World! I’m interested, really!»
«You know, everyone has their own little world here. In terms you can understand, similarly to the World of Illusions, where souls incarnate and live, we have many countries, for example, the Land of Mists. It borders on the World of Illusions. Any soul passes through it, going down or up. Many souls get stuck there until they solve their issues on Earth. There is the Land of Dreams, a neutral visa-free territory, where all souls can meet without exception. Those who are close to the Creator live in the Land of True Light. Some say that only spirits dwell there, not souls. Spirits, freed from attraction to the Wheel of Time. However, this is just partly true, because in each Land there are several Spheres, or Levels.»
«Is the City of the Sun located in the Land of True Light?» I wondered.
«Yes, it is.»
«And where do you live?»
«Not far from the City of the Sun.»
«So you’re not a witch, are you?»
«Of course, I am not,» the girl laughed. «I’m just used to. In one of my incarnations, I was burned by the inquisition, although I didn’t practice witchcraft.»
«Excuse me… And where do witches and sorcerers live?»
«Down there.»
«On Earth?»
«And there as well. By the way, they can also be found in the Land of Mists, although less often than in the Land of Dreams, but they can’t get into the Land of Light. They shouldn’t, at least.»
«Do you miss Earth?»
«No, but sometimes I return to the chapel… Usually, those who miss earthly things, or are somehow attached to Earth, get stuck in the Land of Mists. Those who come to the Land of Light are no longer particularly nostalgic.»
«And what do you do in the Land of Light?»
«I work in the Mental Sphere. Inventing antidote formulas in the laboratory of one of the first alchemists.»
«It turns out that souls don’t rest, they work.»
«They serve. Just like on Earth. The only difference is that here they serve consciously. Some souls even consider life on Earth a vacation. Someone, indeed, goes down to have a rest, someone has a business trip.»
«Do souls choose themselves where and with whom to have a rest?»
«Almost always themselves, yes. Business trips, of course, can’t be chosen, but, in any case, options are agreed with you.»
«So am I on vacation or on a business trip on Earth now?»
«Somehow, yes.»
«Then… the Warriors of Light are not a fairy tale?»
«Of course not! And what do you do on Earth?»
«I write fairy tales. For adults.»
«Wow! Sometimes I visit the Library of the Universe for work. I’ll have to find you there and read something!»
«Am I there, too?» I was surprised.
«Of course, you are! Everything and everyone that worth being is there.»
«Even unwritten yet?»
«Yes. Otherwise, it won’t be written.»
«Why?»
«First everything appears here, and then on Earth.»
«Will you tell me your story while we go to Customs?»
«Something earthly? Or local?»
