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When my prebirth education was finished and it was time for my mortal birth, my angel guide took me to a very large room the size of a sports stadium. The interior was radiant and beautiful and looked as if it had been painted with sunlight. Inside were large, glowing columns that ran from the floor all the way to the ceiling. My angel guide and I were the only ones in the room at this time. It was called an Exit Room or Holding Room—the final stop for young spirits who are waiting to come to earth.
As we walked across the floor, my guide gave me last-minute instructions. She had been with me throughout most of my training, and I loved her. I knew I was going to miss her kindness and gentle guidance while I was away on earth.
"Will you come with me?" I asked.
She smiled, and I knew she would not be coming. But before she looked away, I saw empathy in her eyes, for she knew the experience I was embarking upon. But I also noted that she seemed to know a greater joy in the purpose of what I was about to do.
She said very tenderly, "You know I have duties to attend to. But I will check on you throughout your life, and I will see you soon."
We walked to the far end of the room and stopped to wait for the angel who would escort me to earth. We continued to talk about the adventure I was about to begin. The more we talked, the more excited I became to embark upon my journey. Then, suddenly, there was a mighty, rushing wind, and a door appeared in the wall before us. An angel stepped through the door, which disappeared behind him as quickly as it had materialized. This angel had broad, powerful shoulders. The robe he wore was unlike the ones the other angels had. It looked as if it were made of sheep's wool instead of silk. It was long and hung all the way to his bare feet. The escort had a strong, rugged quality about him, and I knew he was a great warrior angel. Yet, despite his commanding appearance, I felt great love and tenderness radiating from him.

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