I had waited a long time, to visit the library. Many souls never visit his energy centres. His giant walls grumble and groan, as soul-beings climb the solid, stone steps to his magnificent entrance. From outside, he looks like an ancient emperor, encased into the structure of stone.

As I stand at the bottom of the great steps, and bravely look up, I feel as if many eyes are watching me. I suddenly feel transparent. Everything I am seems to burst forward, as if to shout, "I'm here look at me I need to know who I am! ". I tremble at the very thought of finding out, who I am...I'm one soul, yet I've been many people, down on earth. I've used different bodies, to express myself, and learn about the depths of my soul. When we flutter down to the earth soils, we are encased within a body. That body enables us to function on the twisting pathway, while we are there.

The earth is known by souls, as the "Solid Dreamland". It's a dream where you live a reality of solid thoughts and feelings, and your only survival source is an invisible energy, that is called "Air." When a soul has finished an earth life, they have woven an image that they leave behind, this is called, an imprint. An imprint is a reflection of your essence upon the land, it cannot be erased it is an image tattooed deep in the flesh of mother earth. When a soul reaches the many levels of the heavens, they often feel disconnected to their many imprints. It is only when they feel the calling to evolve, spiritually, that the need to restudy the legacy, within the earth imprint, arises. That is the reason, for my visit to the great library of souls.

The reason, I stand before him, in awe, of what I will find. I'd delight at the thought of my imprints, being perfect in every way, but if that was so, then I would have learnt very little. I know that when I enter the formidable walls of the library, I will be opening up, my very soul. I will be revising everything that I am. Each stone step, that I climb, of the mighty library, seems to whisper deep into my very being. The whispers indicate that my arrival has been expected, and all is prepared for me. All that I need is inner courage and strength, to explore the worlds that lie within me. The entrance is a huge arched doorway, as I glance to the side there is a doorbell, that urges me to press it. I instantly follow the urge, and press my finger on the doorbell. I can't hear a ringing noise instead I hear a gentle humming sound. I watch as the huge wooden door, creaks open, beckoning me to enter.

Once inside, I see a long corridor. Before I make my way along the passageway, I pass a reception area. The silence is profound. I see librarians, busy with work, their minds so elevated, no words pass their lips. I know where I have to go, and what I need to find, my journeying cannot begin, until I find my Soul Journal.

Every soul has a Soul Journal it is a book that is unique to you. It is no ordinary book, although it appears as such. The Soul Journal, once opened, presents, limitless pathways of travel. A spirit can become lost within their Soul Journal, if they enter it for the wrong reasons. The Journal will serve a spirit with honour, but only if the user is honourable. It can create portals of guidance and enlightenment, nurturing and protecting. Unfortunately, just as a book can be slammed shut, by a bored reader, your Soul Journal will shut, and imprison you, if you enter its realms, to use and abuse, the wealth of the pages.