Purgatory
Print this entryThis morning a male spirit urges me to “make haste, we are running out of time”, as he beckons me to the portal at the top of the stairs. Across the living room and up the stairs I go only to make a gentle, albeit unexpected descent downward. The landing at the top of the staircase has vanished and I, along with my guide, waste no time in traveling to our destination. I feel as though the movement…