Open your mind to the reality of your existence. Understand your purpose in life. Do not go through life as a misguided misfit. If you want information to clear your brain like a breath of fresh air, then read this message - 'The Day of Reckoning'.

This is a factual account of life after death. It is not from a religious or profit-making organisation. It comes from a person who cares about you.

                        The Day of Reckoning

                           An accurate account

The time is 10.30pm.  A transition has just taken place. I have just passed away. I have withrawn from my physical body and seem to be hurtling through an enclosed void of blackness at a very rapid pace.

In the distance a faint light quickly transforms into a radiant luminous glow as I zoom closer and closer to its proximity.  A feeling of warmth and indescribable love completely saturates my being as the light wraps itself around me, caressing me.  Up ahead, the tall figure of a man wearing a long white gown beckons me to follow across a courtyard - through a heavy wooden door and into a fairyland world of brilliant colour like I have never seen. A world within our world. 

This magnificent spectacle lay spread before my very eyes as I sheepishly asked my companion, "Is this Heaven?"  "This is one of the higher realms," he answered with a gentle tone of voice. "Your vibrations are not in rhythm with this particular realm.  However, I brought you here to briefly experience this majestic state that is part of God's kingdom, and now we must leave.

We travelled through glorious countryside, floating inches above ground level, with meadows, trees and woods displaying the most breathtaking colours I have ever seen.  A cosy feeling of warmth completely engulfed us as we came to a stop. "This is what one would call paradise, my son," said the Master, as we slowly sank into the lush green grass underfoot.  "Unfortunately, you have not earned the right to reside here."  He opened up a large cape and placed it around his shoulders, pulling me in tightly to his side and covering me with the lower part of the garment, (the garment being a form of protection when traversing from the higher spiritual realms to the lower).  We moved slowly forward, once again, floating.  I could feel the warmth around us slowly diminishing, a cool chill taking its place as the richness of the lush green grass turned to a pale yellow. 

We seemed to be descending now as if from a mountaintop.  Trees heavily laden with blossoms were now empty and bare.  The light so brilliant, now dimmed as if covered by a dark cloud, it decreased even more as we dropped further and further down.  I could feel an icy coldness now gathering around us. The Master tightened his protective cloak; even the bare skeletons of the trees have now disappeared.  Not a blade of grass can be seen anywhere, green or yellow. The beautiful landscape now transformed into rough terrain.  I feel cold, very cold.  The light has practically gone now. 

I can just make out, what appears to be, human-type beings crawling around on the ground directly below us, wallowing in the mud and slime.  My body froze as I stood absolutely flabbergasted by the sight before my very eyes.  A conglomerating mass of twisted faces and distorted bodies that looked more like other planet people than human beings.

"They are quite content to live in these disgusting conditions," said my companion. "They do not want to change, and at this point they cannot be helped.  For any help to be given to them there has to be a desire.  Under the universal law of life this is what they have earned, no more no less.  They are exactly in line with the way they lived their lives on planet Earth, grovelling in the slime and mud of drunkenness, corruption, vileness,orgy, lust, viciousness, over-indulgence, gluttony, perversion and lewd conduct, depraved animalistic beings spewing foulness and filth from their mouths." 

It is completely dark as we plunge deeper and deeper into the 'Lower Astral' region. Not a sign of light anywhere.  I pulled the protective cloak tightly around me as a cold, bloodcurdling feeling crept over me. Loud sound of moaning and groaning could be heard all around us.  Crazed unseen beings gathered around us clawing and touching.  I stood shaking, gripped by fear.  My face whitened as the Master spoke.

"This, my son, is your new place of abode."  "My what?" I cried out hysterically, falling down to my knees.  "You did partake of the cream," the Master replied, helping me to my feet. "Now is the time for the sour.  This is the lowest of the Astral Plane. A barren wilderness." 

The dark forces were marshalling all about us now, wailing and screaming at fever pitch. Their haunting cries echoing through the darkness.  "Many of these souls", he said, pointing, "are old acquaintances of yours.  Some from the life just left, others from previous lives. Many victims who you wronged are also on various levels - frequencies. Many in this particular region seek revenge on you.  They are from the same mould as you, with the same habitual thought patterns and inclinations.  This is the reality of it all, my son, immaterial of whether people on Earth want to believe it, or not.  It is never too late, however, for anyone with a burning desire for betterment, to raise their vibrations and spiritual insight high enough to gain access to the higher and warmer levels.

A short story of fiction?  NO, it is not.  This is for real, dear friend.        To be continued...............