hi friends and family and whoever you are
heres something out of my book. my own personal journey and take it with a grain of salt or a truckload of bs, whichever you prefer. my intention is only to maybe present another viewpoint and maybe a little more hopefulness to generate about what's going on in our world. it also illustrates, a bit, the imagination method that some of us attempt to learn of which is better illustrated in Bruce Moen's books.
the following is a meeting with my deceased husband. as I thought about it later, I realized Mike was into rocks, minerals, as an X-ray tech. then certainly, he would have been the ideal person to inform me of earth changes, with his interest to x-ray what lies below the surface. he was always looking for "faults" within metal.
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I imagine focus 27:
Hello! I said to the receptionist at the desk. Is there a guide assigned to me?
Yes. Mike is here. she said.
Confused I asked is this my husband Mike, or another Mike?
I hear another question; is that OK? I respond, ah, sure, but is it really him or just someone pretending to be him? It’s me if you accept that it’s me. Mike says. Ok, I’ll let it be you. Sure. I ask Mike to come outside to a bench and we sit. Beginning to get myself in the mood that it’s really Mike sitting there, I nearly lose concentration on what I came here for so I next focus carefully, using sentence structure to keep me on target. Beginning to get curious about his new status as guide/helper in these regions I ask him if he still resides in the housing structure I first saw him in at our last meeting. No, he responds in the slow way of talking that I remembered him for, I’ve moved to a much larger place. I launch into my planned questions; what I came here for Mike is to ask about California earthquakes. Are the predictions as bad as it seems? Mike begins by telling me the year of the biggest quake 2011. Many begin their exodus from California before this occurs. Those that remain agreeing upon this as their chosen demise from earth, however on a level not usually consciously entertained.
Our daughters will have long vacated the area by then, he continues, the area most affected is in the southern portion.
Will the land break off and sink there? I ask.
Not as you are thinking, that is a gradual slow process as more water comes in from under, it takes many years for land surface to change. There will be many smaller quakes before 2011 in California. he answers, which serves as warning for those who could see the signs and make their choices further.
Then he changes the subject and says you are a dancing spirit here *Rose, I go to your performances. I hadn’t danced in physical reality for years, but recalled that he had met me when I was dancing. I asked now, Really? I dance here? Yes, there is a large body of spirits here that dance, you are one of these.
Do you dance Mike?” I asked. No, I do not, I watch! he said. How wonderful I thought, that dancers have someone to watch them.
Then I thought about how Mike always was watching life. Not talking much, but always watching with eyes that spoke of the irony of it all bestowing a well-placed dry joke and cracking people up with his insight. Are we from the same oversoul or family of souls, Mike? I ask.
Yes, we have been together from the beginning. I am closer to you than you know, we are the same, going back very far. He spoke confidently. I wish I could see you with more clarity Mike, who you are..I'm afraid for you to see me out here, you might see my faults..(hugging me)..I know who you are! He says. There is nothing for me not to love knowing you as I do! I move in closer wanting to merge with him.
Don’t try to get anything more from me Rose, he says, this is all for now. Fade out of scene. Later, I consider what he said about my being a dancer over there and I remembered how I had imagined dancing for the group of 9/11 spirits who had agreed to so suddenly depart our earth plane, but most, not on a conscious level, and some few changing their minds not showing up for work that day. I had wanted to express that I honored them their sacrifice to life. Dancing alleviated my own grief feelings when I turned the dance into something humorous and funny and imagined my audience laughing, the pain of severed lives forgotten for a moment, and there were others like me, who also danced. I remembered that some of my happiest moments on Earth was when I was dancing. If only I had more clarity on that. Could it be? Could it be that using the imagination this way generates an actual astral situation? Slowly I began to think of thoughts as being things, and emotions, desires as part of the creative stuff of the universe. These items of navigation were like vehicles that consciousness could drive or ride upon in a less dense universe. The kids were in California but would be safe there until 2011. I made a note of that and let it rest.
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