(Tuesday, July 7, 2015)
Bonnie, Jeanne, Peter and I are at the U of M, on the Northrup Mall. It’s a beautiful, sunny day. We enter Northrup Auditorium together, on our way to attend a lecture. Jeanne soon runs into a group of her friends; she stays behind to chat with them. Bonnie, Peter and I move on. As we enter a second room, Bonnie ducks out to use a restroom. Peter and I continue walking toward the central auditorium.
We arrive in a hall that is similar to the actual Northrup Auditorium. A huge balcony, many rows deep, spans the back of the room. But the shape of the room is a semi-circle and the rows of seats on the main floor are stepped, like a rehearsal space for a band or orchestra. Inverted ziggurat. The floor is made of white terrazzo or marble.
Peter and I walk to the very bottom of the hall, near the speaker’s podium, which is positioned in the middle of a white stone circle. On the wall behind the podium hang display cases that are very old, like the displays at the Edgar Cayce A.R.E. The cases are full of historical photos and literature describing the teachings Peter and I have given in our past lives.
Suddenly Peter is distracted by a group from the School of Metaphysics, four rows up from us. He goes to meet with them. A Trickster figure is seated along the aisle of the fourth row, bare-chested. When I wake I think: “Walter B.”
I stand alone at the base of the ziggurat, looking about, a little bit lonely. Then I see a beam of bright white light coming from an opening door, at the upper level of the auditorium, the outer wall at my left. I head for the light.