Today had an experience that was different...well, they are all different, but this one seemed best posted here on the Afterlife Knowledge section. Each post I read teaches me some new thing or adds something to the thought ball about some topic or other.

The recent post about Bruce's workshops in Japan, and the many etheric bodies that he used to appear beside each of his groups in the workshop one day, that post opened a new body of thought for me.  I mean, they were all him, but there were a lot of copies of him, only his full consciousness was present in each one.

Recently I have begun to wonder if we make too much fuss about this one body we walk around in here on earth in the physical. There seem to be a lot of bodies available in fact. I got what i call properly out of body once, landed standing in the street outside my house, looking at my neighbour's front door, and knew that I was in fact in my second body. It was quite a moment and one I am happy to have experienced.

But again, making a bit of a fuss about THAT body too. I guess I have access to a lot of bodies, if I can learn how (if I need any more than this one.) They are all only vehicles for my personal consciousness.

Well, today I lay down for a nap, have been tired ever since having that long winter cold that has been going around. I didn't sleep, just rested, and after a while started feeling better, turned over on the left side and thought about getting up to do housework. Suddenly, this thing happened behind my eyes, and it was just as though I was keeping a pre-arranged appointment. Like, I was turning up where I had promised to turn up, and he was expecting me.

I was suddenly standing behind a park bench somewhere very pretty, maybe the Yukon, or maybe in a place like the Park, and on the bench was a young boy, about ten or so, and I realized instantly he was my brother, Wayne, who died last year around this time of alcoholism. He actually probably had cancer too, not sure about that. Anyway, he was 65 or 66 when he died, 66 I think. Now, thing is, I know Wayne is in The Park and has been doing a great deal of healing work on animals there. And on himself too I guess.

Anyway, even yesterday morning, when I woke up, a voice in my head said clearly, in a male tone: Black Cat is safely tucked under Big Brother's wing.

I had wondered what that was about for a few minutes yesterday, then I realized Wayne was letting me know he was keeping an eye on my dear little black cat, Louise, for me and would be taking care of her when she passed over. She is 16 next month. I was touched and grateful that he was reassuring me about this.

So I know he is still doing this work in The Park, right?

Well, today when I saw him on that bench, he was around ten or so, had the same haircut I saw in a photo of him years ago in the Yukon where he grew up. Sitting there on the bench, I knew he was waiting for me. And he had jam or something around his mouth, I thought he had been eating bread and jam, but they didn't have a lot of that in the Yukon in those years, times had been hard.

I grabbed him, hugged him, and so on and so forth or course. Now although he was in The Park as an adult, and here as a little boy, he knew exactly who I was and what I was doing there. I still don't know where THERE was, where we were this morning. Not the park, right? I mean, his adult self is in the Park.

I have never been able to find my mother to my satisfaction since she passed in 2000. I got a brief visit with her in  the park once, but my sense was, she really didn't reside there, and was somewhere else, and only there to placate me briefly for a visit. I have never been able to find her like I have found my dad, brother Wayne and my sister Wanda, all in the Park.

This is laboring on, I know, but i am so puzzled about everything. Anyway, ok, now I have two Waynes. One adult, one a little boy. Both know me well and have a good handle on the whole picture. I don't but he does.

I told Wayne i wanted to see mom, since she must be there, since he was there, right? So he said sure and took me along a hilly area, around some big boulders and grassy cliffs, down to a cabin in a valley. We entered the cabin, I was hoping to see mom. Of course my mind is racing by now. Wayne is ten. Am I born by then, um, let me see, Wayne was only a little older than me, so yes I was born, so I best be careful, I might meet myself as a toddler or something. I felt out of my league totally and most of all, felt tremendous resistance against my wandering around there. Like, it was ok to turn up for my appt to see him on the bench there, but not ok to go wandering around at will. I might really screw something up. Every movie I ever saw about time travel and messing things up came back to me.

I could not find mom, I tried hard to envision her there, and with difficulty I did see her only vaguely, she had been baking or was baking a huckleberry pie. That must be what was on Wayne's face. She was so vague to me, I could not see her face. I could not get her attention. It was very strained and hard work to be there and I felt guilty. I knew I was about to be tossed out of the experience, and I frantically looked around, trying to forcefully create a reality I could make sense of so I could spend time with my mom. But it was no use.

OK, so I gave it up, was gently and firmly forced out of the picture. I wondered what was going on.

My mom had a hard life and it was very unfair on her. Really tough. The only thing I could put together to make sense of this experience was that mom has been able to go back in a new reality to the point before they left the Yukon, and she had been able to create a better situation there with her two oldest children (I only saw Wayne though) and maybe me, if I was there at all. And at that point, she was creating a better outcome to her life, and our lives too.

But that doesn't help me, does it, with the many traumas and difficulties that arose out of all that went haywire in our world growing up. It doesn't help my siblings in this reality. Or does it? Is it going to make a difference in this reality here, as she recreates her experience in a better, more happy way? (Presumably) Or maybe it is just creating a nice life with more knowledge, more wisdom, than she had before.

Anyway, I remembered Bruce's cloning himself for his workshop in Japan, and thought, maybe what this means is, we get to do and redo and redo the lives we live, making things work out differently or better, if we want, or we can move on to different lives altogether.

Any insights would be happily received, or comments. I will copy paste this if I can and put it in Retrievals too for more comments I hope.

Vee