My thoughts exploded and were immediately transmitted
telepathically to the entire network, “He can’t be talking
to me, I would never do anything to hurt him.”

Rama posed a question to the invisible forum, “Which
one is birth, and which one is death?”

He pointed back and forth, first to me, then to my
friend. He was apparently transmitting in full
Technicolor, and gave the group a chance to consider the
choice.

I was hoping with great intensity to be selected as
birth, the representation of hope and life.