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By C. Donald Martin ©2001 Copyright TimeCrystal "Look at this, truly an innocent, yet the pain that was suffered. This is going to take all night!" The doctors worked feverishly as the casualties continued to arrive. Things were picking up again. "Tag these three for Level P." The doctor motioned at three retched souls quivering before them. They were lost in some personal agony " We'll deal with them later." "But doctor, one of them can be " He cut her off in mid sentence, "Then prepare this one for immediate immersion." The doctor motioned, the aid quickly dispatched the three and returned to a young soul torn from its material being in a most gruesome way. They worked quietly for a time. Slowly a woman of about thirteen years immerged from this tormented soul. As the doctor and aid withdrew, there coalesced about her spirit the perfect image of her material being. "Where is my Mom?!" She said as concern started to distort her essence. They looked deep into her eyes and told her soul that here mom had work to do and would be along later. "Am I in Heaven?" she ask, looking around at wonders she'd never dreamed of. People were forming out of light right before her eyes. "These are the souls of the casualties of the battles below. The pain of their death is washed away and they are given the image of their material self to act as a crutch while they recover. This is a lower hospital heaven. We get the casualties fresh from the battle and do the first aid. We get them calm and understanding that they are safe. Once stable, each is moved to a higher heaven to continue recovery and rehabilitation." "Heavens?" she thought to herself, "more than one?" "Can I help?" she asked. The doctor looked into her heart, smiled and said, "This will be your perfect rehabilitation." The doctor motioned her to go with the aid. He turned to receiving as they returned with her formal course of study complete. "She passed with flying colors," said the aid. "Only with help from a friend," she added. At receiving the three tagged for Level P were still there and more were in need of tagging. The doctor waved the aid after them, picked up an infant soul writhing in pain and handed it to the new intern. She held the child and the image of her material self fell away. She took the young soul into her own and was surrounded by the spirit of the doctor. At first she felt the child's pain as though it was her own. It reminded her of the pain that had brought her here. But soon all the pain had drained off through the doctor. When they were at the nursery the image of her material self had returned and she was holding a very happy boy of five months. She stayed in the nursery with him until he was seven years and his mom was there. She caught up with the doctor just as they got back to receiving. Thirteen more were dispatched to Level P. An old soul heaved before them. The intern stepped out of the image of her material self and with the doctor surrounded the old soul, soaking up the pain. This old one had much pain, new from the battle below and old from a life that had seen too much hardship. As the pain subsided, the intern stepped back into the image of her material self. "MOM!!!" She cried with joy. They hugged and cried the image of tears brought on by real feelings of joy and relief. The image of her material self left with her mom to spend another lifetime talking about all the things they should have been talking about all along but had not. Her soul stayed with the doctor. The doctor looked at her and she looked back in an odd sort of a way. "You'll get used to it." Just another night on
a Mobile Ascendant Spiritual Hospital at the beginning of the End.
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