Plutarch, 'On The Soul'

In death, we are initiated into the great mysteries. At first our souls meader aimlessly about this new realm, without mind, consious, or body. We are weary and hurried about, before final initiation we are overcome with fear and anxiety, shuddering and trembling. We are then struck by a magnificent light and begin hearing divine voices and seeing odd shapes. At once we are initiated to walk among the divine freely and without consequence. We bear a crown in all it's glory, and consort with all the deities, watching below our feet, the hopeless meandering of the mortal souls.