An Encounter from Retrieval Work on January 26, 2021 at 6:10 a.m.

We entered, and I saw the landscape was a deep, dense black. Everything was black, the souls walking around. The houses and street all dimly lit by a light that seemed to come from all places and nowhere. We walked through the darkness, a long walk, as quietly as possible. Those in this place seemed not to notice us. I was happy. I did not want to stir them up if that was possible and slow our progress.
We came to the second ring wall and easily passed through. Much simpler than the last barrier. On access to this place, like the other location, a light gray. Number 1, my guide, pointed to the right, and I walked there, checking marker numbers. Finally, we came to a place whose marker glowed a dim yellow white light.
From the outside it seemed there was a constant rumble and shaking coming from inside. Whatever was inside knew someone had arrived. I opened the gates with my right hand, the left firmly holding the Passport Globe. They swung open. Inside a vast form met us. Huge, mottled stomach, waving black legs and extended frontal pincers, waving about without music or meaning. I did not want to go in there. Power leaked from every corner, again and again rumbling through the cave-like room this soul had chosen for itself to go through some self-generated correctional experiences. Judging from the waves of powerful energy and the violence of its body movement, I could see that it was an extraordinary being.