Without drawing attention to myself, I tried to grab onto the door of the green house as I felt myself slipping away; as if physically holding onto that door would prevent my spirit from going through it. Looking back, the symbolism of that day is still incredible to me; the greenhouse as a metaphor for physical life itself and the door to the greenhouse a doorway to heaven. It was a confusing experience for me, floating 15 to 20 feet above a lifeless, 15 year-old, 85 pound, anorexic body because I was still able to think, a process I had thought was limited to the physical brain. Although I had an inner knowingness of what was actually happening, I still couldnt totally comprehend whose body it was that I was looking down upon, whether or not it even was mine or what I could do about it. So I shifted my attention because I was starting to notice an illuminating brightness around me filled with continuous motion and movement. Suddenly I got caught up in that movement and actually became a part of it while being at one with the light. Then a telepathic communication began with Spiritual beings of light. We began discussing the things that I hadnt done in my short lifetime that I had hoped I would. What an odd thing to discuss a lost future that was clearly now in the past!