When the Council of Elders in the  Lord's highest dimensions appointed Espy to debrief Zee 954, he prepared for the session. After donning a white robe he entered his violet bubble with its translucent hover chairs and desk. Zee would not be easy. She still had an attitude.
 
Espy now watched the old lady pass through ethereal layers to be greeted by her spirit guide. Zee's human body shed pounds, wrinkles, gray hair, stooped shoulders, and damaged heart while traveling through faster vibrations.  But she didn't shed her sharp tongue.  

"Who are you?" Zee snapped at the slender brunette by her side.

"Feather, your spirit guide,"  the lady answered through telepathy. "I've been with you since birth."

"You mean you were with me when I went to the bathroom? When I took a shower? When I – ."  Zee stopped. "I'm going to sue for invasion of privacy."

"You won't find a lawyer in this dimension." Feather chuckled and walked a bit faster.  

"Umm, guess you're right. They're in Hell along with politicians and doctors who don't know what they're doing."  Zee ran to catch up with Feather.  Where are you taking me?"

"To meet Espy. "

"Another stranger? I thought my dead relatives were supposed to greet me, ready to party when I arrived."

"That happens in some cases. But you flat-lined in the nursing home at a very busy time. Your father's spirit is in Somalia helping hungry children.  Your mother's with wounded soldiers in Afghanistan, and your sister's soul is on the planet Chiron taking courses in holistic healing."  

"So there's no family reunion, no group hug?"

"Sorry, but your personal spirit guide is assigned to escort you to higher frequencies between each incarnation."

"I get to go back?" Zee laughed with delight. She could be beautiful again and attract scores of men. Next time she would check their bank accounts before nuptials.  

"Don't be in a hurry."  Feather's melodic tones melded with the air. "Here you stay young forever and are free to create your own reality."

"You mean I can create a shopping mall where everything is free?"

"Absolutely.  But first you must attend a debriefing session to discuss your past life and decide what energies you need to work on the next  time around."    

"Sounds boring. Who's this Espy character?"
 
As if listening, a chunky bald-headed man materialized.  Feather evaporated like morning fog.

"The Pillsbury Dough Boy!"  Zee backed away.   

"No, I'm an angel." Espy took on a human voice.

"You're not an angel! You don't have wings."

"Angels don't have wings.  We have auras. Can't you see mine?"

"You mean that green light wrapped around your body?"

"That's it."  

"Thank goodness!  I thought you had gangrene."

"You will definitely be a challenge," Espy declared.  He pulled a notebook and feather pen out of the air, leaned back in an invisible chair, and prepared to start the debriefing session. "What do you remember about your most recent incarnation?"

"It was hell!"  

"Met a few horny devils, didn't you?"  

"All five of my husbands."

"What do you think of this place?  Before you answer, look in the mirror."  

A gold-framed full-length mirror appeared on the opposite side of the bubble.  Zee hesitated and then walked over.  

"Oh my! I'm young again. My boobs don't sag, and I have a butt!" She went on to examine her thick black hair and then her face. "No wrinkles and my eyes—they're a gorgeous emerald."

Espy watched her vanity. That would have to go. He made a note.

"I get it!  Earth is Hell, and this is Heaven."  Zee hugged the doughboy who now stood behind her.  Then she frowned.  "Maybe not,  or you'd have wings."

"You're not in heaven."  Espy sighed.  "This is a rest area. I debrief you first, and then you move on. Your past life includes a lot of bad karma,  so you'll need to take classes, brush up on your spirituality."

"How long will that take?"

"In your case, I'd rather not say."

"Hey, I know I wasn't an angel, but then neither are you."

"The wings again."    "Do you know how much those things weigh? Do you think I'd get off the ground with two big feathers attached to my shoulders?"

"It would be good exercise." Zee poked his belly. "You need to lose the gut. I'll teach you Pilates."

Espy grinned. Improvement at last!  Zee offered help. One act of charity, he noted in his book.  Two hundred twenty-three more to go.