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Proof of heaven – Dr Eben Alexander

Something pulled at me. Not like someone grabbing my arm but something subtler, less physical. It was a little like when the sun dips behind a cloud and you feel your mood change instantly in response.

I was going back, away from the Core. Its inky-bright darkness faded into the green landscape of the Gateway with all of its dazzling landscape. Looking down, I saw the villagers again, the trees and sparkling streams and the waterfalls, as well as the arcing angel-beings above.

My companion was there, too. She had been there the whole time, of course, all through my journey into the Core, in the form of that orb like ball of light. But now she was, once again, in human form. She wore the same beautiful dress, and seeing her again made me feel like a child lost in a huge and alien city who suddenly comes upon a familiar face. What a gift she was!

"We will show you many things, but you will be going back."

That message, delivered wordlessly to me at the entrance to the trackless darkness of the Core, came back to me now. I also now understood where "back" was.

The Realm of the Earthworm's-Eye View where I had started this odyssey.

But it was different this time. Moving down into the darkness with the full knowledge of what lay above it, I no longer experienced the trepidation that I had when I was originally there. As the glorious music of the Gateway faded out and the pulse-like pounding of the lower realm returned, I heard and saw these things as an adult sees a place where he or she had once been frightened but is no longer afraid. The murk and darkness, the faces that bubbled up and faded away the artery-like roots that came down from above, held no terror for me now; because I understood-in the wordless way I understood everything then-that I was no longer of this place, but only visiting it.

But why was I visiting it again?

The answer came to me in the same instantaneous, nonverbal way that the answers in the brilliant world above had been delivered. This whole adventure, it began to occur to me, was some kind of tour-some kind of grand overview of the invisible, spiritual side of existence. And like all good tours, it included all floors and all levels.