Not that I mind being dead. It's nothing to be saved from, really. Oh, at first believe me, I railed against it, bracing myself for whatever fight or hell lay before me. But after about an hour it seemed pretty clear to me that nothing was going to happen.

Literally, nothing happens when you are dead. To from your own view point anyway. Granted, I do not have a body to call my own anymore, but being dead feels surprisingly like being alive does. Only with less worry. And not taxes of course.

But if you can read this, and I am not at all certain that you can, I am sure taxes and bodies are not what concerns you. I imagine that if this entire experiment has managed to break through, and do what it was predicted to do, you'll want a full account of what I see, hear, feel, and the like. So, here goes.

If you could take, say, New York City, and spread it out over a galaxy, but still be able to see everything in it, that is sort of like what being dead is. I can't say that there is an over abundance of feeling love or ecstasy, but one gets the sense that it is possible to do so, if one looks around enough. I have not been much of an explorer in my life, so I suppose it stands to reason that I pretty much stay put now that I am dead.

Perhaps that is why I volunteered. I fit the description of who they were looking for perfectly. A "non-seeker" as they call people like me, with a nostalgia for the past and a desire to serve both the living and the dead in an experiment to bridge the gap between the two. So here I am, sending this message. (Seekers and religious types it would seem, are too immersed in the "otherness" to be of much use to activities like this. So they told me anyway.)

And so, if this message gets through, and you can read it, know that it isn't so bad over here, and shoot us a line back if possible. Thanks.