Dear friends,
recently I re-read Robert A. Monroe's "Ultimate Journey" and my explorings were influenced by it, I took some closer looks at my I/There (as close as I'm able to yet). Today I had a personally very insightful experience in this concern.
My sceptic part remarked, I would maybe mix my reading stuff with my wishes and imaginate this melange. I let it talk, it's my own choice to take it as real or not, and I think I've made my choice anyway. So it's up to you as well to decide if you go along with my sceptic part or if you can take whatever kind of benefit out of what I tell you. For full understanding I recommend reading RAM's UJ.


The Signal

Yesterday I was floating up to Focus 27, not really knowing what to do there. When I reached The Park, this deep tone in my ears came into awareness, I hear it when I put earplugs in, besides the normal blood-rush sound, I have heard it since my beginning of nonphysical exploring, sometimes weaker, sometimes stronger. I thought:
"Let's see...maybe this ear-tone has something to do with this journeys. Can I find a direction where it's coming from? Hmmm, seems to come from above...the direction in which I usually go to my Big I. Let's follow it. Yes, this is near Big I; I'm guided..."
Then I stood before a woman, she was sitting on a bench, looking straight in my eyes. She looked serious, around her eyes her skin was darker, as if she had cried a time. Seemed to be a middle-east shaped face. She doesn't move, staring at me and I didn't know what to do:
"I think she knows me...but I can't remember. Why she doesn't say anything? I must have done something wrong...in the past...it's unpleasant, she's just fixing me with her eyes...don't know."
I went back to C1.
Today, I went in the park (C1) near my appartment, thinking I could have a meditation on a park bench today. In the park some people had made a labyrinth on the lawn with some informations about it. The "true" or "good" labyrinth is the sort which only has one way, you can't go wrong. It symbolizes the ways of sun and moon and to walk through it has some harmonizing effect, so they say. I walked through it, thinking:
"Hmm, you go here straight onto the centre but you branch off, around the center, turn, back, to the outside, farther away from the center, around and around...now I'm coming back, through the center, and I'm back where I started...Well, it's cool, you turn and go back and forth the winding way but you can't go astray...maybe it has some effect on meditation?"
So I went to a park bench and sat down comfortably, closed my eyes and thought where to go to today.
"So, where to...oh yes, there was this woman yesterday, strange...I should go back to her and try to get what it means...near the area of my I/There...there she is! The same like yesterday, staring seriously at me, sitting on a bench...oh! like me now in C1. It's not a retrieval, wrong place, she knows more than I...Hey, please tell me who you are! Why don't you talk to me? Hmm, she doesn't move, just staring at me...I can't remember...I open up to her, see what I can get, yes, there is something, a stream from her to me, but no information, no emotions, only this flow...but, she contacts me, so I'm one step further...try again, can you tell me something? No...ah, she moves! Her hand into a handbag beside her, must be a mirror she wants to get out, yes, it is, do I fantasize? It's a mirror with a hairbrush, she brushs her hair and now, I did know that this will happen, she holds the mirror to me and I see myself in it, my face, like in a C1 mirror, but the picture in the face is getting foggy, there's another face, very similar to mine, but not mine, or maybe a past life's face of mine? I remember, that info-ball I made out of the pictures which came out of the broken mirror, the blood-elders or incarnations of mine, on a former journey...she is still holding the mirror, my face again on it, wait- my face, but she is holding the mirror, the mirror she brushed her hair with...Hey, are you me? Am I you? No reaction...passive...Hmm, it's my turn!"
I went closer to her, slowly, until her face fills my frame of perception and then finally something happens! Her face changed, it becomes young and she smiled at me! All the tension went away, I had to make contact, I was the one to become clear what I want and had to express it!
"I must hug her...she's still sitting on that bench, away with this C1 thinking patterns, yes, we have each other, gardens, we play with a ball...we have all time we want...is it a past life or future? Don't know..."
"All that questions, answers...the white energy ball born by the other woman I met which she gave me for present, a sign of bond..."
>>It's not important now to know who you were or who I was...You know there are cycles...sometimes an incarnation is similar, even bodily, to a previous one. Some know about their Big I, some don't, it's because sometimes it is not needed or even counterproductive to know it, or the I/There is simply not experienced enough to keep the knowledge hold in their human incarnation, there's much energy and knowledge needed to make the knowledge stay. The not-knowing, the ones going to a believe system, the "lost"- we'll get them all. You saw it's working. Many of your companions, loved ones are in this group of I/Theres here, you will not loose them. Do you want us to have a look on RAMs I/There?<<
"I don't know..."
Too late to say "no" we were already there:
"I know this! This...sound coming out of there!"
>>It's The Signal.<<
"This is The Signal!? Oh well, I know it!! The dream I had when I was a child, dreamt it two or three times, never forgot it, I was in a time-flow or travel, I went through a so immense long distance of time in a moment, all centuries of humans on earth, somewhere I briefly stopped, this is Jesus, again driving in the time, it was such a long way compressed in such shortness, and this deep sad feeling of farewell, of times that are gone, and overall the sound of gentle and steady blowing wind, this hiss sound in the trees, the wind of ages, this is The Signal. The feeling came back often in different occasions and I always remembered my child's dream then, when hearing the hiss in the trees, when listening to Indian Sitar music, when hearing the sound of cars, voices, machines mixed from a distance with reverb together with the color blue which creates for me this immense space, in a cathedral when I was looking on the colored windows, when studying the Kabbalistic Tree Of Life hearing Iron Butterfly's In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, the voice of the blackbird which seemed to call me to go far away back into the mystic blue...ever again it was there! It's The Signal."
"Hey...wait...oh this silly guy there on C1 blowing in his whistle, shut up! It's disturbing...Oh, well, this guy is making a signal, this is cool, it fits, it's allright, thanks..."
"Hmm...when I'm closer to my Big I now, can you help me more effectively on C1?"
>>We're helping all the time. But you will better notice it. And don't worry about your fellows being in another I/There than yourself, the I/Theres came closer together, forming a cluster, cause the contacts between members of different I/Theres on earth enforces the possibilities for communication directly between the I/Theres. They will stay together. The ones stuck in the Belief System Territory will be faster and faster retrieved, because the more leave, the more doubts the remaining will develop so it's accelerating itself. And the earth is changing anyway.<<
I stepped back, and there was the woman on the bench again, like at the beginning. But now I know what to do. It's up to me.

Bye, spooky

Dear Spooky.. incredible!    I read this last night when I was tired and thought this is too much for me to absorb right now..I shall read it on the morrow....coming back today, I have this to say to you..that you would re-read what you have wrote as if you are a stranger to yourself....you will see a gem then. I would hope that you do keep all your notes and make a book, as you have a gift for putting things in perspective, for inspiration, to show your own journey in a most revealing way.
there is really too much here to comment on. I would be all day here should I try. yet I am excited.
I must mention briefly the signal. I do believe some of us can feel the signal but we may say it is blood in our ear. who knows? I do know certain sounds, that wavelength or tone can draw us on an inner journey from which there hardly seems a point to say, ah, I have returned, as we are changed then, no longer in the same exact spot from which we left. from the word signal comes the word signature. everybody has a certain signature..not the kind you write with your name. it is a certain buzzing frequency and we each will have our own tone, or frequency by which we can be found by another who seeks to find this one. and sometimes this is through obe state, or phasing, or lucid dream, different levels of the free mind which explores.
The mirror: thank you for this. I often think of this, now I can tell my little story: I was feeling I was not a strong parent to guide my children. all the time I had never disaplined. I had told them to be free. yet I didn't know if my philosophy worked to rear them. for now they were free, and I was stuck in my fear thought. I saw, if their father was here, it would be better, for he could disapline within balance and wisdom. he had been gone since they were 10. (twins) so I went to find my animus; my male side, for there I thought I would be balanced, so that I could be active and not fearful. I found him, to make a long story short. it was some guy in Italy!! 8)  ha ha ha! whatever thats not important. there was a mirror there in his house; a full length standing mirror. I was out of body this time. I approached a little timidly, after all, I had come to get some strength. a voice in the background instructed "look in the mirror, you will see him." then I saw him enter from the mirror, coming from another room to greet his visitor. then the background instruction said to look away from the mirror and to the room from which he came. I did, fearing he would not be there, but he was still walking towards me smiling casually while my heart thumped. his eyes were my eyes, the same energy that is within me, his facial features somewhat the same, but more Italian like than mine (I am not Italian.) some Italians like a lot of speghetti. I think he did due to a little overweight. a feeling of recognition washed over me causing me feel like a reunion was occuring. I said to him "IT SEEMS LIKE SO LONG AGO I SEEN YOU LAST! and I was sad and happy at the same time, which I usually am these days to feel that way. I asked him, how am I doing? do you ever come and see my life? he said he had been around a couple of times and I had not noticed. I said I am feeling I need a boost and I miss you. the way he gave me a boost was to see me as a perfect person in his vision. he also started telling me he had three girls to raise, to my two. he said he raised them in the same way I raised mine and that he thought it was correct to let them fly free from the nest..but to supply the warning of greater wisdom to them first. no matter if u say "no" to a child, they will want to test you so they do the opposite. then when they have their experience, they come back and they say, "you know, I should have listened to you!" but he said they only need us for one reason: they need someone to say no to them. then they have a place to start. but this is called rebellion. a natural phase of maturity. he said he laughs right along with his children when they tell him...I used you, to measure myself by, to measure my strength. thank you dad for letting me test my limits. all these things he said to me I agreed with as I was looking at myself, that a man raised children the same way I did and so I was not a failure because he was successful. I came back to C1 with greater self confidence and less fear. everything was fine the way it was. when we parted it was as if we knew without it being said, we would rejoin each other after this life. I was one happy camper then.

well, I should go back to spiff up my book Spooky but I would like to talk some more later. love, alysia

Hi Alysia and all,
thank you for replying! Some may think "Now he's somewhere around the stars and for him it's all the same what we talk to him." In some way I really am a little spacey, but strange, in another way I feel a bigger need to hear what people say to me and how they react to me. The same it is with my body and my mind: My mind seems to be some steps ahead to my body and my body seems to have its own memory and reacting in its old way.
Just today, only hours ago, I had an experience where I had so similar thoughts like what you said about raising children that its like an illustration of my experience I had today, well, coincidences...
And I have (of course) something more to tell you, but I can't right now. Just thank you.
Bye, spooky

Hi, some thoughts about this and Alysias reply,
that special dream I mentioned was unique. I never told anyone about before I posted it here, because there wasn't much to tell: Nearly no details. Too difficult to explain this feeling, the absolute importance of it. It triggered of course my interest in reincarnation and this sort of things, but it was impossible to integrate it in the physical world. It was lyric, poetry, coming back in occasions that relates to the nature of it. So I was somehow enlightened to get the connection to what RAM told about "The Signal". I needed to link it to something, to fit it in. Looking back, how silly I was! I remembered clearly when I recently read again RAMs UJ, I thought "There it is again...this hiss in the trees, reminds me on this feeling of the ages..." holding RAMs book in my hands! On the park bench some days later there had come much together. A door of opportunity turned open. The situation with the woman on the bench was a symbol for a special door. I found the door and waited. But I had to open it! There are a lot of doors to find and to open I guess, I'm still a newbie. And the bench, not only a physical-life thinking pattern reminiscense, it was also a sign of a border. Of course, there is more in it, it was a person there, a woman.
This gender thing, male-female, animus-anima...there is quite a lot about this in my explorings (and, of course, in C1), when I read my report again I found a detail which points at it: The labyrinth which was told to symbolize the movement of sun and moon. There is an old myth Plato told, the humans once were complete, man and woman together, but then cut in halfs, and since this time the half-humans are seeking for their lost counterpart. It's involved yearn, as well as yearn is involved in my whole experience and the feeling of sadness and joy in one time you mentioned, to arrive while knowing you had to leave first.
It seems now I can faster change to a specific Focus Level, or nonphysical locale; I think it's a matter of growing trust in my ability to do it.
My sceptic part is still there even when say "Shut up!".
There's also with new urge the old question "What shall I do here in C1?".
Everyone has its own way to receive The Signal I'm convinced. But there may be similarities. If one is astonished, how it comes that a music/ a little bird/ a poem/ a dream is so deeply impressing, you may think of my story I told you here.

Allright,
Bye, spooky

Too emotional Alysia? Hey, do it again! hee hee.
You know, your loving support is always welcome!
bye and good vibrations to you, spooky