It is seven years and seven days since I was presented to Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates. I was in my forty second year of residence here on earth only to be told:
“You haven’t finished living yet”.
“Huh?”, I said, “What do you mean not finished?”, to no particular person as there seemed to be no one there. In fact there was nothing there, not even my own body. “I’m dead, aren’t I?”, I said, now speaking to myself.
There was not a reply to my question.
“So I guess I’ll work that one out for myself, should I? … Hello, yes I’ll do that”, I said, somewhat nervously.
Now it is my forty ninth (seven times seven) year of residence on earth and I have been equipped with all the knowledge, contacts and means that I need to show you, the world, why I am still here.