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The first sensation was being on the Earth. Not in any particular place but rather on the Earth itself. As if only the Earth mattered. Like the beginning of a journey, a looking back was followed by a move forward that gathered speed. Forward and upward. There was a sense of rising through trees and above them: a sense of flying. Clouds became significant and among them a large old-fashioned building. I entered the building, I don't know how. It had many rooms all with large wooden doors. I became elongated and seemed to pass from room to room through keyholes. One room had a large window and was flooded with light. I could see clouds, blue sky and vistas of forests. On the opposite wall was a large painting of hills, forests and clouds. I looked back to the window and then to the painting to see if it was the same scene. The painting changed to abstract, and so did the scene outside. Reds as well as green, white and blue mingled in stripes and whorls. The building vanished and I was in with the abstract painting-reality. I was very long and thin and resembled a stripe or whorl: I was part of it. Most of it seemed to be a kind of energy with my thoughts part of that energy. I could sense less and less density and more and more vitality. I then seemed to slow down and see recognisable things including insects, birds, various inchoate mammals, and people. One would change into another: changing shape and type of being. I then seemed to soar up and become myself looking down on all this. I was in touch with all kinds of others and able to converse with them all. I have no idea what was talked about. I moved effortlessly around and drifted into a sleep from which I awoke. I got up and wrote this down