Just out of Jezebel’s body after death, Aisha had immediately headed toward the light for the return home, no contemplation of the end-of-life scene, no review, no farewell/goodbye message to the other souls and their current incarnations...basically she had run away like a thief.
After the usual return and purification procedures, she had stayed alone and shielded in meditation, her guides had respected her need for solitude, neither Barack nor Yoda had made themselves heard.
Damn it, that life was important for her development, she had planned it carefully using ALL her skills and abilities, and the disgraceful final developments had not even remotely been foreseen nor much less assessed in their possible consequences, the most important goal tied to a huge number of developments of other souls had probably been saved, namely her intervention during the epidemic, but Sheila’s murder ruined much of HER personal goals and, Aisha feared, could cast a sinister light on Jezebel’s figure and on the related impacts at the historical level, with a potentially gigantic fallout on life planning for the whole Earth space/time!
IT WAS A DISASTER..AND SHE WAS THE ONLY ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR IT! And proving the seriousness of the situation was Sheila, everything concerning her at soul level was shielded from Aisha! Something that had never happened before, neither to her nor, as far as Aisha knew, to anyone else.
When she finally felt better (a little less sad and frustrated) she opened the shielding, signaled to Barack and Yoda that she was ready for the post-life briefing and set off with the same mood with which humans head to their own capital execution.
Aisha was stunned by the welcome at the briefing: Barack and Yoda appeared to her with their “usual” human features (that is, as Marco’s mind, which was recalling those memories, pictured them: a clone of former USA president Barack Obama and an irreverent version of the character Yoda in Star Wars) creating around them a setting that recalled a “party” from the human world, they were celebrating and dancing simulating humans in the grip of alcoholic intoxication. Aisha communicated nothing, but had to note that that pantomime had helped make her feel more at ease, and to play along in that context she took on the appearance of Jezebel as she looked at the height of her life: a beautiful woman in her thirties in the priestly dress of the time approaching the party austerely but hinting at a few dance steps.
The music stopped and her guides, still dancing and decked out like clowns, addressed her in chorus:
“CONGRATULATIONS”
Aisha in Jezebel’s form sketched a smile but her face still expressed sadness and frustration.
Aisha perceived a very rapid shielded communication between the two, then immediately the whole setting, although still “human,” took on a more “normal” tone: the guides’ clown makeup had disappeared and in place of a ballroom there appeared something like the life-planning room as humans picture it, with the same multi-communication Aisha was invited to keep Jezebel’s appearance.
Barack moved beside her seriously and began the dialogue