THE DEATH EXPERIENCE: Death and Transfiguration, next to be posted on my wall, is neither poem nor soliloquy. The hour of midnight had long been struck when my thoughts asked the question, what is it like to die? Alone, I was on a higher plane when otherworldly words ~ not my words ~ intruded into my consciousness. I scribbled those incoming words down on my pad as I ‘heard these words said’. This dictation was the genesis of Death and Transfiguration.