Now, if we could only tell them, I thought, if we could begin to instruct them, maybe we could bring them around, prepare them, make them ready for Heaven, but in this state they were not ready, and we didn't know if they would believe what we said. And what if they did believe and were filled suddenly with the hunger for Heaven and then God didn't let them in?

No, we had to be very careful. We could not proclaim knowledge from atop boulders as I had done in my short time on earth. If we were to intrude on the progress of one of these dead ones, there had to be a very good chance that that soul would follow us to God's throne.

Understanding of life and death? That wasn't enough. Acceptance of death? That wasn't enough. Indifference to life and death, that wasn't good enough surely. Quiet confusion and drifting. No. That sort of soul had lost its character. It was as far from an Angel as was the rain that fell on Earth.