From the Ginny thread, right after she croaked:
"Oh everyone. Ix92m so excited and just wanted to share my most extraordinary experience. I spoke to Ginny a few minutes ago, and she wants everyone to know that shex92s fine, happy, and transitioning nicely.
As most of you know, Ix92m a bit psychic, and spent my lunch hour in the park attempting to visit the astral plane. Ix92ve never really been too successful before, but as I centered my chakras and tried to see with my third eye, I felt this tremendous WHOOSH and began to leave my body. (By the way, I saw Kenny in Shipping pee in a corner of the loading dock as I was flying away. Someone might want to talk to his supervisor, Mr. Johnson about his behavior. Itx92s neither professional nor hygienic. Anyway.)
In an instant, I was transported to the most beautiful field of red poppies. In the distance was a glittering city, which I can only describe as heaven. It was green, and sparkling and glistening. Ix92ve never seen anything so beautiful.
I couldnx92t believe I had actually transcended the physical experience and was now in the spiritual plane. As I stood (or more accurately hovered), marveling at the immense beauty of where I was, I heard a voice call out my name.
Riversong!
Riversong!
Trembling, I lifted my eyes to the figure now materializing and thought, x93What the fuck is Ginny from Billing doing here?!
After Ginny calmed me down (you CAN get majorly P.Ox92ed in the hereafter, it turns out) she told me that she had just died giving birth, that she was happy because she really doesnx92t like kids, and was relieved to get away from Pat, who she said is a complete tool. Her words (or astral thoughts), not mine. She also told me that they have casinos in heaven, and that Gramma was glued to a nickel video slot and can smoke and have all the Bloody Marys her heart desires and would get back to me.
Anyway, Ginny said to say hi to everyone at work, to not get too skeeved out by what you find in her desk, and that she left a note about Mr. Bastenberry and a dead hooker tucked inside a Lean Cuisine in the breakroom freezer. The note, not the hooker, LOL. (A bit of humor from the other side).
By the way, Ginny looked really pretty in heaven. Apparently you can appear anyway you want. Heavenly Ginny has now gone down 12 sizes to an 18. She was wearing the most beautiful dress, but for some reason forgot to re-imagine her calves and ankles. The T-strap shoe didnx92t do much to alleviate the effect. And I wouldnx92t have taken that bouffant to heaven, but thatx92s just me.
Anyway, Ginny hears your prayers and comments, and (for the most part) appreciates everything said about her.
Oh, and she wanted me to single out Brenda in Accounts Receivable, who she said she hated in life, but now has only the most heavenly divine love for. She wanted Brenda to know that she shouldnx92t worry about her husband Malcom cheating on her with that cheap blonde at church, but should keep an eye on that red headed guy from the construction site. I donx92t know what that means. Ix92m not privileged to know all of the wisdom from the great beyond.
And then, suddenly, it began to snow. In heaven of all places. With another tremendous WHOOSH I felt myself pulled from this heavenly fairy land of poppies and glistening green cities, and was plunked back into my body. As I started to come to, I heard, very softly, x93Mrs? Mrs?x94 I was groggy and confused, and had the strangest feeling that Ix92d just had sex as my privates were tingly (sorry to be so graphic). That must be a side effect of successful astral projection. I didnx92t have to worry. One of the grounds keepers in the park, Luis, saw my eternal soul begin to leave my body and threw himself on top of me to try and keep me from flying away into the ether. He is both kind, and gifted.
Ix92m going to try an astral projection tomorrow at lunch, and Ix92d love if some of you would join me. Ix92ll leave an astral projection sign-up list with Marla the new receptionist tomorrow morning.
Namashday, everyone!