Two days ago my brother, Wayne, who has been in The Park for a while now, "tapped me on the shoulder" while I was busy doing things and asked me to drop in. I kept meaning to get to it, but two days passed and I hadn't taken the time to sit quietly and go into inner space. Finally tonight, it worked.

It took a while to get out of my head and I finally was able to get to the Park by placing myself on the path directly to my bro's house, high above Wildhorse Canyon where the horses assigned to his care and healing stay. He still has not built a wall on that side of his house and I could stand inside his "living room" area and look directly down onto the horses below.

I wandered through his house and noted a loft sleeping area with a ladder I hadn't noticed before, checked it out but no Wayne.

So I headed over to my dad's house, always glad to see him and hoped he was home.

He opened the door to my knock and was grinning all over, made a big fuss of me. I sat down happily at his kitchen table and he proceeded to make coffee.

I asked him where everybody was. Mom, my sister Wanda, my daughter Lori, and Wayne.

He didn't answer and I thought he hadn't heard me. But he was standing there with the coffee pot in his hand grinning away. Next thing I knew, the hallway door opened and out stepped my family-in-the-park.

Happy Birthday, they all said at once.

"I've got the cake," dad said, and produced a fluffy white concoction which he said was strawberry cake, made largely it appeared of heavy thick whipped cream.

We all sat around the table and coffee was produced. They all had a box of some kind for me to open. My birthday was 2nd of Jan, and since I am 65, it had passed without much notice, except for a bowl of roses from a dear girl friend. I couldn't believe I was getting a birthday party from my family.... IN THE PARK!! OK, truth is stranger than fiction. Or was this fiction??? How can we tell??

Dad cut the cake and we all had a slice...strawberry all right, though I couldn't see any of the strawberries. It was the kind of cake that leaves a moustache on your upper lip (and maybe on your chin) and you have to clean it off with your tongue between bites.

They were all smiling at me so shyly. We certainly aren't used to this kind of loving behavior in this family. I was trying not to feel self conscious and embarrassed.

Wayne was the first to plant his gift in front of me on the table. It was a large box, with the flaps open at the top, not wrapped. I peeked inside and there was a very large roast chicken. It smelled delicious.
"I noticed you're a little short right now," he said. "Thought you might enjoy this."

Next thing was a long narrow gift from my daughter. It turned out to be a kind of kaleidoscope, the kind kids like, only when you looked through this, it increased the ability to see the future. This would help me with my readings, if I ever got round to doing them again.

Mom gave me a bucket of red roses, thick with scent. She knew I loved getting roses.

My sister Wanda handed me a money clip!! (She had given me a gold money clip when I graduated from university years ago, and I had lost it a short time later by forgetting it beside my empty plate in a restaurant..with $20 in it!) "Here's another one," she laughed, "and don't lose this one!"

Inside the money clip was...$200. "Yes," she said, "I noticed also that you're going through a tight time right now.Thought you could use this."

I was speechless, and thought I was imagining the whole thing.

Well, of course I WAS IMAGINING the whole thing...wasn't I???

That left Dad. I looked up at the top of the table where he was sitting. He looked very sober and grave. From somewhere he produced a metal cylinder. From within it rolled out a long document with typing on it.

I stood up, leaned over the table and peered at the document. It was a book contract from a publisher.

"Yes," dad said. "It's a publishing contract for your book. You will have it ready to send off sometime in August."

I had hoped to have it ready by mid July, so that was close to what I had thought.

We all stood up and I gathered them all in my arms and hugged them all. "I love you all so much," I said, feeling completely numb and dazed.

"We love you too," they all said.

Then they said, Come Outside.

I thought, Oh No, there can't be any more.

They guided me to the back door, where I stepped out cautiously into the green pasture that is my dad's back yard.

From a short distance away came trotting a beautiful little black mare. Her coat was shining, her tail was glossy and gleamed in the sunlight.
She looked at us the way animals do when they know they are cute as blazes and will get whatever they want.

"She always wants a treat," Wayne said.

"She's...for me?" I asked, unbelieving.

"Yes, for you, Sis. You're going to have to learn to ride. Something to do when you come for visits."

Then everything went kind of blurry and I was back in my bed at home.

I still feel numb. What an imagination!!! Nobody ever noticed my birthday like that before in my whole life!!! And a HORSE???

Vee

Absolutely amazing  :D

But the link doesn't work on me  :-/

SL

HI Still Living. It isn't a link, it's me trying to make the smilie faces come up on the post, and I clearly don't know how to do it right.

Instead of a smily face I got that link.Just ignore it. Some of us are not too good at these little things.

I should add, I was wondering today if I would still have any benefit from that Park experience, since I felt it was purely imaginary...except for certain things that seemed to indicate otherwise...but today when I remember the experience, I see them all smiling at me from that doorway and I FEEL like I HAVE A FAMILY in my life...for the first time, like, not a family from my childhood before we all grew up, but a family today, all grown up.

I wondered why my mom gave me a bucket of roses, and last evening I realized, my mom had issues with cut flowers, like they made her cry because the flowers had been cut and "killed", that's how she felt about it. (My mom was different.) I once sent her a dozen roses by wire from Scotland to Canada, and she was unhappy I had sent them, it made me mad and resentful and I had hard words with her over those roses.

So her giving me those roses yesterday told me two things: One, she understands it's ok to give cut flowers to someone you love and Two, it's all okay now over the things I said to her which I regretted afterward. Kiss, Kiss, it feels good now. All better. Vee

Of course, none of this means it ISN"T my subconscious running this movie through my head. But I just realized why my brother gave me a roast chicken in an open box, with the flaps loose, and not all tucked in and closed.

I recall a few years ago, I was in his home and noticed how dull his kitchen was, it needed paint etc. After I went home I thought, on his birthday I would send him some nasturtiums to grow on his kitchen window sill, they would be a pleasure for him to look at and would be very easy to grow.

So I got together for his BD, a box full of a packet of nasturtium seeds, a bag of potting soil and a window box to put it all in. I thought it was a great idea, but I guess i am a bit different.

Anyway, when he got it, the other family members in the same town were quite nasty and made a joke of me, saying I had sent Wayne a box of dirt for his BD. They didn't get it. Why didn't they get it?

Anyway, that's why he gave me a very welcome roast chicken in a cardboard box with the top open. It was same as mom's gift...saying...I love you and see you need this, you'll like this. I certainly don't mind a gift like that...I am looking forward to the chicken materializing on this plane. And also my sister's gift of $200...

I once went to my dad in the park and asked him for $150 as I needed it badly for something. It turned up in my life on this plane shortly afterward. However, another time I went in, just as an experiment (I thought I was going to, like, win the lottery with this) and asked him for $500. It did not materialize, though I watched for it very carefully....!!!
They say kids never stop needing money from their parents...well, I guess it's true...!!
Vanayssa

Vanayssa-

What a lovely experience, and you did a wonderful job writing it up. These are truly gifts of the heart In that this is clearly a completion and celebration of your wholeness, could this be a retrieval of an/the aspect of your Self which was the child growing up, the family member. For me, this aspect is much less operative on a daily basis because for the most part my family is also "over there." But healing that Inner Child aspect was deeply satisfying even if I was imagining the whole thing (but what would be the difference?).

Thank you so much for sharing this.

Thomas

 Happy belated Natal Day fellow Capricorn.  (mine was the 8th).

 Nice, heart warming experience there, thank you for sharing it Vee.

Subconsciousness or nonphysical reality, who can tell of the interconnections of these? Maybe our vocabulary is wrong. What I see is, from this and your previous posts, you go through a clearing/gaining clarity process and with every step you smile more. I hope this is true!  :)

Spooky

Yes, Spooky, I do feel a lot better about life nowadays and do smile more! I look forward to the future, which I am learning how to create. It's hard for young people, who don't know how to keep things from just "happening to them". To be taught how to create your life is the greatest gift! Vee

Beautiful, this gift of family we have. They are here today, and here tommorow. Our lession of love, so important to our progression. You story moved me. Thank you.
Joe
PS, I am just down the road from you. Bamfield.  

Fascinating experience Vee and thanks for sharing.  I' have had a number of family contacts over the years but none quite like this.  My family, being thoroughly Scottish, all seem to live in "astral plane Scotland", and that's where i find them.
As to the reality of your experience, as Bruce always says "Trust is always the first issue".  Just because you recieved emotional sustenance from it does not mean it was fantasy.  Sounds to me like arriving over there has helped your family to collectively open up their heart chakras.

As the ascension process continues to unfold, experiences like yours will multiply, and become, for many, almost commonplace.  Bringing the two planes closer together is one of the main functions  of the ascension.

best wishes, gordon phinn





Vee wrote on Jan 22^nd, 2009 at 9:40pm:

Yes, Spooky, I do feel a lot better about life nowadays and do smile more! I look forward to the future, which I am learning how to create. It's hard for young people, who don't know how to keep things from just "happening to them". To be taught how to create your life is the greatest gift! Vee

Thank you, Gordon. Yes, and these kinds of experiences do seem to be expanding everywhere quickly. I've been reading Gregg Braden's book The Spontaneous Healing of Belief, and I hope to emerge from it with a much better grasp of how to "grasp" my preferred reality out of the Divine Matrix, as he describes it in another book. Slow to learn...slow to understand...drives me nuts. All this reading and learning and still so slow to change. Vee