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they cross over. It is to be expected; it is fine. But you don't need to talk to me with a body. When you feel comfortable, you may drop it."
    I rubbed my legs with my open palms. They felt the same as they had on Earth.
    "I'm still sort of used to this body." I paused, troubled. "But I suppose it's really back on Earth rotting in a grave somewhere."
    "Is that real, Shari? After all you have experienced, would you say that any part of you could rot?"
    I frowned. "I'm not sure I understand. I do know I have a soul and that it survived death. I learned that the hard way. But my body died. It's still on Earth. I saw them bury it. I went to my own funeral."
    "I was there."
    "Really? You should have introduced yourself. What is your name? Do you have one?"
    "You may call me by a name." He considered. "Call me the Rishi. Rishi means
    'seer.' When I was in a physical body, people often called me that."
    "So you've been on Earth?"
    "Yes. We're on Earth now, Shari."
    I was amazed. I looked around. "Are we in Switzerland?"
    He laughed softly. "We are in another dimension of Earth. But these concepts—
    distance, space, time they have no meaning for you now, unless you give them meaning. You're free of those limitations. You can be on any world in the universe just by wishing it."
    His words made me smile. "How is Peter? Where is he?"
    "Not far. You'll see him soon."
    "Good. I mean, don't get me wrong, I like being here with you, but I want to know why you're here with me. What our relationship is." I stopped. "Am I asking too many questions?"
    "I'm here to take your questions. When people first cross over, they often go through a question-and answer period like this. But understand that not all your questions can be answered with words. Our relationship is a beautiful thing. We are, ultimately, the same person, the same being. But if that is too abstract a concept for you, then think of a huge oversoul made up of many souls. Throughout many lives on many worlds, these different souls learn and grow. Each life is like a day in class, and as you know, some people do better in class than others, but all will graduate if they keep going." He paused. "We are a part of the same oversoul, Shari."
    "But you've already graduated?" I asked.
    "Yes."
    "To where? To what?"
    He gestured around him. "To all that is. To God if you like. I see your surprise, but it is so. Yes, I am with God now as I speak to you. I see you as my Goddess." He reached over and touched my hand, his fingers warm, soothing.
    "You are very dear to me, Shari."
    I felt so loved then I began to cry. He was like my big brother Jimmy. Or my father even, my real father, whom I had never known. I realized then that even when I had been alive he had been with me, just out of sight, helping me, guiding me. It meant so much to me to be able to see him again with my eyes. I felt as if finally I had come home. I clasped his hand in mine.
    "Will you stay with me?" I asked.
    "Yes. Always I am with you."
    I laughed, I felt so foolish for weeping. "Wow. Who would have thought it would be like this?"
    "That you would die and end up in Switzerland with an ancient Egyptian priest?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye. "I was in Egypt a long time ago as people on Earth measure time. I am there now. I teach beside the pyramids.
    People call me Master."
    I was fascinated that he could be in many places at the same time, even as he lived outside of time. "What do you teach?" I asked.
    "Hmm. Big question. I will give a short answer." He considered for a moment.
    "The teachings of a Master appear different in different times. The needs of the time and the place vary. When you were alive few would have said the words of Buddha matched those of Krishna or Jesus. But in essence they all said the same thing—that there is one God and that we are all part of him. That it is important to realize this great truth while we are on Earth. But over time the message becomes distorted. People take God out of man