For there is a higher plane, and on that plane there is no individuality, nothing but the infinite consciousness. All the rest the soul must leave in the astral plane, and until it can leave behind all the evil that it has gathered it must remain there, as it is too heavy to go higher. It is like milk that is put over the fire: when all the watery part has evaporated, the cream, the good, the essential part of the milk remains. This plane is just like a street where someone is walking with a bundle. He says to a soul, "Will you take this bundle?" The soul is inexperienced, and so it says, "Yes, is it a nice bundle? Has it a good sound or a good perfume?" It takes the bundle, and receives all the impressions that go with it.