“Uncle Pete, it was fantastic!” Jason’s grin is infectious.
The youth and his uncle sit on the edge of a huge cliff in Heaven, dangling their legs over the edge, sipping on cans of Hector’s Nectar – a heavenly honey and nectarine soda that was concocted by Angel Hector eons ago – and sharing a bag of NecNac Snaks. Nearby, a modest telescope is mounted on a pedestal surrounded by a golden rope. It is guarded, if you can call it that, by a 1960s-style hippie angel, busy tuning her guitar, or trying to, while her St. Bernard companion snoozes.
– “Maybe Angel Mel would teach me, too. Is it difficult to enter someone’s dream?” Peter smiles.
“Well, you’ve got to concentrate pretty hard. It takes a lot of practice. See, our spirit vibrations are a whole lot higher than when we were in our phy
