4 (french) Werber, Bernard

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204 - THE WEIGHT OF A SOUL
Freddy and I wade into the white mist from human souls,
not human. We go to a valley where the four arms of the
river of the dead come together. The dead are still
advancing towards the light. The angels around them more
closely.
Angels, a priori, they are ectoplasm as you and me. They
do not have umbilical cords, but are wrapped a
phosphorescent halo and driven movements multicolored.
They see us and their halo new and fantastic iridescent
shimmer, as they were able to express their thoughts by
changing just their colors.
They spin up and down and from left to right, the how the
fetus in a mother’s womb, and we ask what we make here
with our cords intact.
- We seek a wife. An angel told me that he is the one that
allows to find what is lost. I describe Rose. It confirms that it
is close to the weighing. He shows me away, overlooking
the valley converge the four arms of the river, a mountain of
light covered with vapor. Is that its summit by the light