I want to tell you a story that unfolds over the course of many dreams and many years. I see myself as a young girl in a palace with huge windows and stained glass that the light pours through. My midsection is made of glass and I sit making doll houses out of glass. The light shines through me, reflecting and intensifying. Sometimes I travel the many rooms and watch the young warriors practicing their sword or I sit in the company of Lucifer whom inside a mirror, would read to me from a black book. Sometimes I would go down to talk to the gatekeeper where souls travel between lives. Often they talk of sex and their interest in such an experience as a different way to connect. I was fascinated though warned that it wasn't what I thought it would be. There was a man in the palace dressed as a priest with short black hair whom used my ignorance to sneak in to steal the black book and brought it down to earth. I felt so ashamed that I vowed to come to earth to reclaim the book and make things right. Though I was heaavily warned of the spiritual dangers for me to travel the earth and to submit myself to karmic laws. I understood the span of lifetimes I was to enter, like a fool, went anyways.
I think sometimes that this is why religions on earth became so screwed up, because of the knowledge that was stolen and twisted into dogmatic lies.