Where Am I? Who Am I?

The TARDIS’ outside is the size it appears to be, but it functions as a doorway…

The presence of iron in everyday life began in about 1200 BC, encompassing a wide range of uses from farming implements to weapons of war. Blacksmiths became a critical profession, working with iron to change its properties and shape the material into tools. Every village and town would have a blacksmith’s shop, where sickles, nails, swords, candlestick holders, and more were produced.

I have no recollection of the firing process or what happened when the hot metal was poured into the mould I now find myself in, so I couldn’t explain how my spirit became imprisoned in a very dark cavernous space. However, once I became alert, I could discern distant, muffled noises! A fire crackling! Footfall! Movement! The soft sound of Baba Aziz and other sentimental songs being played repeatedly. A dog barking! Bird song!

Things only became clear after a shaft of light illuminated this eerie, cavernous space. It was at this moment that I not only learned my new mistress had provided light when she moved a lever, but that there was a light switch and a small door with a key in it. Since there was no cautionary sign about passing through this doorway, I decided to turn on the light and avail myself of access to what was on the other side of the door.

It turns out that when my mistress saw and purchased a cast iron mould in the shape of a skeleton, what was actually acquiring was a point that insects with the 3-D world. Bizarre as it may seem to anyone who has not watched Dr Who, when the light went on I found myself in a library, vaster than the famed Alexandrian Library. It appears that I am in some kind of Tardis and that I am now a librarian with access to Soul Books and records of past lives, including my own.