'The Wall'

"...In front of the wall was a verge of translucent green grass that extended out about five feet from the Wall. Even though the Wall was very high, I could still see above it. There up high was a beautiful blue sky containing just a few fluffy symmetrical white clouds that seemed to be almost placed there for cosmetic or aesthetic purposes. The weather seemed very warm beyond the Wall, as though it were a hot, sunny summer’s day. The clouds did not move, indicating that there was no wind. I did not detect the possibility of or existence of rain or any other weather turbulence.

I do not recall detecting any particular smells either. As I was being held aloft in front of the Wall, I began to hear murmurs and voices entering from the right hand side over the wall. The wall was too high for me to see over, but I could hear these voices through the Wall. I strongly felt that there was a multitude of people coming up near to the point beyond the Wall where I was being held. I felt that these people had come from some sort of tunnel or other type of entry point. This was because the noise had come into my earshot and had become louder as more people approached the other side of the Wall where I was being held.

I could sense that there were hundreds of people on the other side of the Wall all travelling slowly up to one particular point just opposite me on the other side. I couldn’t hear exact or clear conversations because there were so many people. However, I knew that there was a multitude of people because a multitude of conversations could be heard. It was a gentle babble of conversation. Everyone there seemed to be calm and collected. Now and then amongst this multitude I could clearly recognise a clear and distinctive voice – it was that of Harry...".

"...I could sense that Harry was talking to someone else across the Wall. I also sensed that everyone across the Wall was speaking the same language so everyone could understand what everyone else was talking about. As Harry approached the point nearest me on the other side of the Wall, I had a strong sense that he and everyone else were being directed by what I felt to be specifically appointed guides holding clip-boards with specific directions about who should go where. It was as though Harry and the other people entering on the other side of the Wall were being given different jobs or tasks to do.

 As the people on the other side came up to my position, it seemed as if they went off perpendicularly into the far distance. The image that I could sense from the other side of the Wall reminded me of hundreds of football fans entering from the players’ tunnel onto the football field itself. I also sensed that everyone on the other side was of a similar type or nationality. I could not detect any difference in language or accent. I could also sense that there was no difference in colour or creed, it did though seem to me that everyone was of a light complexion, but this was most probably due to the brightness there rather that actual skin colour.

There were no old people nor young children or babies, and I strongly sensed for some reason that everyone on the other side was approximately the same age, that of about thirty-three years old. This was irrespective of what age they had died on this earth (Harry had been fifty-two himself at death). There was no disorder, only order. Everyone was very content and happy, and sickness certainly did not exist in this place. No one had any earthly limitations or faults such as hunger, pride or ego because everyone was exactly the same as the next person in every respect ".