This was what I remembered. After this I had been led back to my room. I became sleepy and laid down to sleep. I was back in the mud, still just as battered and dying. But a young maiden had heard my cries and her parents came to my rescue. I survived. I got to live.
Oft I wonder if it all just was a dream, a dying man's delusions, but it hits me anyhow that they were totally right. The gods told me what was right. I got a whole new perspective on life, and I hope also that others will learn from what I have told. You can not smell what I smelled when I was there, you can not see what I saw, you can not know how my travel to the heavens was – but you can try to imagine.
And so it was that I found a guard in the end, that could show me the path to the gods and explain to me why the world was like it was. Why the old world had to end and be replaced with a new and a more healthy one. How you in your world got a hold of my story I do not know, and neither do I know how your world looks like, but I hope my story may help you know what you are going to do with and what you are going to do in that world you live in, so that man may prosper, grow and thrive in accordance with nature and the laws of the gods.
The End