Prologue<\/p>\n
When I died I was assigned to the soul production plant. There are 20 soul stampers in the plant along with thousands of other expired souls, each with a different function. There are two soul makers, soul packagers and soul movers, order fillers and inspectors; and there are overseers who report to dE. We accept our functions without any desire for another because there is no such thing as desire here. <\/em><\/p>\n Souls are generated on the second floor in a glass room that can be seen from everywhere in the plant. From the first floor, I had could see two soul makers as they monitored the large machine in front of them. Imagine a giant computer processor with two spouts jutting out from the rear of the machine. The spouts dump out newly generated souls onto two conveyor belts that split into ten sections each. Souls travel on the 20 sections dumping into shoots sending them down to the first floor, where my station and 19 others are located. My station was labeled 1A, the one next to me was 1B, and the rest of the sequence was as follows: 1C, 1D, 1E, 1F, 1G, 1H, 1I, 1J, 2A, 2B, etc. Twenty of us watched the souls as they traveled across the conveyors. My function as a soul stamper was to imprint the start date and the expiration date on souls. Don\u2019t get me wrong; I didn\u2019t have any control over the dates I stamped. I could see the dates as I stamped them but I had no power to change them. When I first started, I imagined what the humans who got my stamped souls would look like, would they be male or female, have blond hair or black skin. Later I tried to discover a pattern in the dates. I counted how many would come into existence on the same day and expire on the same day. I noticed the souls that survived only three days and those that lasted 100 years. Imagination does exist here, but there is no attachment to any particular outcome of imagination.<\/em><\/p>\n As a soul reached the end of the conveyor, a soul packager removed each stamped soul from the belt and placed it on another conveyor, leading it through the packaging process. Each stamped soul travels through a machine resembling an x-ray machine at an airport and exits coated with a clear shrink-wrap. At the end of that conveyor a large bin with wheels collected the souls as they dropped, one stacking perfectly onto the next. Then, soul movers wheeled the full carts into the storage room located on the first floor, at the far end of the long factory. <\/em><\/p>\n Soul movers guided the wheeled containers full of stamped and packaged souls to large high shelves and loaded them onto the shelves one at a time. At that point the dates could be seen through the packaging. In fact, that is all one could see in the package since the souls themselves have no visible substance. The souls were not stacked according to a start date or an expiration date. It would appear totally random to the casual observer. You might think all starting dates would go on the same shelf. Instead, they were stored on the shelves exactly as they were received. Thus, all of the souls from my conveyor would be found in aisle 1A.<\/em><\/p>\n The next step was soul delivery. The order fillers entered the storage facility with a list of aisle and shelf locations. They pulled specified souls and loaded them into bins similar to the other wheeled containers. Next, they guided the bins out to a loading dock. Slowly, souls drifted out of the bins and disappeared, entering unborn humans on earth.<\/em><\/p>\n I functioned as a soul stamper for some segment of my non-earthly existence; then I moved on to other functions both in the soul plant and elsewhere. Currently, I perform the task of gravity maintenance. I suppose this would sound like a rather prestigious job on earth, but here, it\u2018s simply another function. I haven\u2019t \u201cmoved up\u201d in this world. What do I do as a gravity maintainer? To look at me, you\u2019d think nothing at all. When I was a soul stamper, I wasn\u2019t actually holding a stamp and physically stamping each soul. I\u2019m merely using the metaphor to help you get a mental picture. It was my presence, my mind if you will, actually doing all of the work. The same is true in my current job. My very existence functions to maintain gravity, at least as long as that is my assignment.<\/em><\/p>\n Your mind is racing with so many questions. Let\u2019s slow things down and sort out your questions. I\u2019ll answer a few of them before I continue with my message; otherwise you won\u2019t be able to concentrate. First, I\u2019ll answer your question concerning my communication method. <\/em><\/p>\n Right now, you are in an altered state of consciousness, commonly called a coma. I know you are surprised by this news. Your mind is completely capable of functioning. When your soul does expire, I will be your mentor. This is why I am talking to you now. My mind is communicating with your mind through energy exchange. Although all souls are connected energy, you and I share a common pathway. Your thoughts travel to me so I can \u201cread your mind\u201d and my thoughts, the ones I\u2019m permitted to share with you, travel to you. You can read some of my mind.<\/em><\/p>\n You want to know whether you are about to expire. The answer is, no.<\/em><\/p>\n As l said, when I was a soul stamper, I could see the dates on each soul as I stamped them. Suddenly I started stamping souls with beginning dates only. No expiration dates. This phenomenon was a curiosity. The answer became a part of my knowledge when it became a part of my function to know.<\/em><\/p>\n I hear you. You\u2019re wondering how you ended up in a coma. It was a car accident. You were driving, talking on Bluetooth and someone was passing you while texting at the same time.<\/em><\/p>\n I can see you are starting to recall. I\u2019m sorry, I can\u2019t tell you that. Your daughter\u2019s life is not within my knowledge.<\/em><\/p>\n Yes, yes, that is your husband\u2019s voice you hear, but you will not be able to understand it. You cannot have two conversations at one time, one with me and one with him. When your consciousness changes you will be able to understand him. But for the moment, you must listen to what I am saying.<\/em><\/p>\n Try to remain calm. The monitors attached to you are showing a spike in your heart rate, indicating distress. You don\u2019t want to give anyone cause for alarm. <\/em><\/p>\n I see you are searching to recall exactly what happened during the accident. You desperately want to know if your daughter is alive. You think you couldn\u2019t bare it if she has expired. You will not get your answers in your current state. You will have to reenter earthly consciousness with all of its joys and sorrows to find your answer. You see when your soul expires, you will experience nothing like joy or sorrow. There are no emotions, no desires in this existence. <\/em><\/p>\n I must continue with my soul stamping function to help you understand why I\u2019m here now. As I said, when I was stamping souls coming from shoot 1A they had no expiration date. The soul stamper responsible for 1B experienced the same phenomenon. We looked at each other startled and curious. Chatter began throughout the plant. All of the souls passing by all of the soul stampers were imprinted with beginning dates only. This was clearly a new phase of the experiment. But that was not the only change we witnessed. In addition to the missing expiration dates, on a rare occasion, a soul passed by with an additional imprint \u2013 a capital V.<\/em><\/p>\n I now understand and am here to tell you what it all means. Susan, you have a soul imprinted with a V. This means you are a Variable. You are one of a small percentage of souls currently on earth whose status as a Variable puts you in a position to change the outcome of human existence in the current universe – <\/em><\/p>\n Calm down Susan, otherwise, I can\u2019t finish giving you my message \u2013 <\/em><\/p>\n Susan, please, calm down!<\/em><\/p>\n Susan wait -!<\/em><\/p>\n Susan, it\u2019s too late, you are returning to your earthly consciousness!<\/em><\/p>\n Susan remember, you are a Variable, find the others.<\/em><\/p>\n They\u2019ll explain it all to you.<\/em><\/p>\n You are a Variable Susan.<\/em><\/p>\n A Variable\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n Chapter 1<\/p>\n Adam stood staring out the 4th floor window toward the three-story concrete parking garage in front of the hospital. The light behind him created a faint reflection, a ghostly version of himself. His blond hair appeared a light shade of grey and he couldn\u2019t distinguish between brown irises and black pupils. His faded blue T-shirt covering broad muscular shoulders appeared almost white. Leaning in closer he scrutinized the three-day growth on his chin. At that moment he felt the vibration of his silenced cell phone against his upper thigh. Pulling it from his pocket, he read the caller identification: Home.<\/p>\n \u201cHello.\u201d He answered unsure whether it was his daughter Hannah or his sister Marty calling.<\/p>\n \u201cHi Daddy. Aunt Marty said I could call and check on Mommy. Is she still sleeping?\u201d The child\u2019s tiny, concerned voice crackled through the phone. The connection wasn\u2019t very good in the intensive care unit.<\/p>\n \u201cYes honey.\u201d Adam whispered, although there was little chance of waking his comatose wife. \u201cMommy is still sleeping. Don\u2019t worry, I\u2019m sure she\u2019ll wake up soon.\u201d Sleeping had been the easiest way to describe his wife\u2019s condition to their five-year old daughter.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll be home in about an hour. Tell Aunt Marty there is a casserole in the refrigerator for dinner tonight. I love you Hannah. See you in just a bit.\u201d<\/p>\n As Adam finished the conversation with his daughter, the door opened and a short, chubby nurse entered the room. \u201cGood evening Mr. Cook, I\u2019m Linda. I\u2019ll be taking care of Susan this evening. Would you like to help me shift her around?\u201d The grey haired woman walked over to the white board hanging from the wall and erased the day nurse\u2019s name, replacing it with her own.<\/p>\n As the two rearranged the pillows to support his wife\u2019s limp body, Adam already felt like a pro. He\u2019d helped with this same routine several times over the past three days.<\/p>\n \u201cA few minutes ago, I thought something was going wrong.\u201d He explained to nurse Linda. \u201cI was sitting here and all of the sudden, Susan\u2019s heart rate sped up pretty significantly.\u201d He paused as they lifted Susan, rolling her onto her right side. \u201cJust as I was thinking I should call for help, it settled back to a normal rate.\u201d He looked to the nurse for an explanation.<\/p>\n \u201cThat happens sometimes. We don\u2019t really know why, perhaps she was dreaming. As long as it returns to normal within a reasonable timeframe we don\u2019t attempt to explain it and we don\u2019t worry about it.\u201d<\/p>\n As Adam tucked Susan\u2019s shoulder length light brown hair behind her ear to keep it from falling in her face, he noticed a change in her expression. She appeared to be wincing. \u201cDid you see that?\u201d He asked looking toward the nurse for concurrence.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s probably just a reaction to us disturbing her.\u201d She replied not wanting to get Adam\u2019s hopes up.<\/p>\n Within seconds, however, Susan moaned and slowly opened her eyes.<\/p>\n The highly trained nurse didn\u2019t betray her own excitement. Instead, she said calmly, \u201cI\u2019ll page Dr. Daniels.\u201d<\/p>\n While the nurse entered Dr. Daniels\u2019 call code into the hospital intercom system, Adam hunched over his wife placing his face just inches away from hers.<\/p>\n \u201cSusan, baby, Susan can you hear me?\u201d He pleaded.<\/p>\n Susan tried to speak, but her mouth didn\u2019t cooperate. Licking her dry lips, she attempted to communicate a second time, but no words came out.<\/p>\n \u201cOk Suz, ok honey, don\u2019t try too hard just yet, it\u2019s ok. You\u2019re going to be ok.\u201d Adam said while quickly using the backs of his hands to brush tears away from his moist cheeks.<\/p>\n Susan, desperate to confirm what she thought she heard a few minutes earlier, struggled to regain consciousness. Was Adam talking to their daughter on the phone?<\/em> Is Hannah alive and unharmed by the accident? <\/em>The monitors displaying her heart rate once again indicated a spike. Adam, not understanding the cause of her alarm, continued to reassure her she would be ok. Finally, Susan shook her head and managed to utter, \u201cHannah?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh yes, yes Hannah is fine.\u201d Adam replied, realizing the source of his wife\u2019s distress. \u201cShe\u2019s perfectly fine. The car seat protected her completely. She didn\u2019t have a scratch on her.\u201d He smoothed Susan\u2019s hair away from her face. \u201cShe\u2019s just worried about you. I\u2019ll have Marty bring her in as soon as the doctor says it\u2019s ok.\u201d<\/p>\n Susan\u2019s heart rate slowed and she closed her eyes. Just then Dr. Daniels entered the room. Adam anxiously summarized the details of the previous minutes of Susan\u2019s consciousness. \u201cOh God, she\u2019s not unconscious again is she?\u201d He asked fretfully.<\/p>\n Dr. Daniels leaned over Susan\u2019s bed preparing to examine her pupils when Susan opened her eyes again. \u201cIt appears Susan is conscious, but probably extremely tired and sore.\u201d He reassured Adam.<\/p>\n \u201cHello Susan, I\u2019m Dr. Daniels. You don\u2019t have to talk just yet.\u201d He said as he reached down to grasp her hand, he said, \u201cHow about a little hand squeeze to let us all know you are with us.\u201d<\/p>\n Susan responded weakly, \u201cI\u2019m here.\u201d<\/p>\n Dr. Daniels nodded reassuringly at Adam. Then returned his attention to Susan. \u201cI\u2019m pleased to meet you Susan. We\u2019ll take our time getting to know each other. For now, just try to relax. I\u2019m sure you\u2019re not feeling too hot. You\u2019ve got quite a few bumps and bruises and a broken collarbone.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Prologue When I died I was assigned to the soul production plant. There are 20 soul stampers in the plant along with thousands of other expired souls, each with a different function. There are two soul makers, soul packagers and soul movers, order fillers and inspectors; and there are overseers who report to dE. 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