I am a new writer, in my early sixties, living in Scotland., and this is my first novel. It has been a realisation for a long time that I was destined to write about my ‘out of body experience.’ It happened over 45 years ago, but how do you tell established beliefs that we have a soul that is reused again and again, reborn? I crashed my motorcycle and was pronounced dead in the hospital, a bed sheet was pulled over my lifeless body. During this time, I had a vision, it can be put down to a dream, or increased brain activity, as I had a fractured skull, even with wearing a crash helmet. But who remembers a vision, a dream after all this time, like it happened last night? This novel contains some of this extraordinary ‘out of body experience.’ We are all here for a reason, and we can have an impact on what happens now to prolong humanities existence before it is too late. To write this novel, I think was the reason my soul was sent back to let others know we have a soul?