Dear Friends

It seems like it is time to post something, now that I have time. I recently had a call in the middle of the night from a friend I had not seen or heard from in almost 30 years. He was my roommate in the 1970s. Two days later his wife of 18 years died after an aneurysm burst, and after our conversation about what I had been doing, he immediately called me and asked me to check on her.

It seems easier for me to do a targeted retrieval than a "generic" one where I ask to do whatever is needed just then. Perhaps it is because such occasions often take me to great eartly tragedies with huge numbers of beings, and such "distance" allows me to detatch fromthe emotional virbration of it, rather like I do when I am working on a patient in the ER, sort of ignoring the blood and such.

Anyhow, I found her easily. She was a free thinker, Jack had told me, and I was surprised to find her in what I have come to call the Nether Lands---(apologies to Holland). I did not really elaborate with Jack, but it was very dark and desolate, not really evil but not at all alive and teeming like other BST areas. It felt 24ish. She was barely conscious, and was holding her head and rocking back and forth moaning. It took a long time, but she looked at me, and knew me from what Jack had told her after our call. She was very confused and barely conversant, still in a hospital gown open at the back. After some "time" I managed to get her to the Healing Center on that level. The guide with me took her other arm and we helped her up, and we began to walk then float. Yes, it seems that there is one on every level I have looked for one so far. And like it is the basement and sub-basements of the one on 27...

Jack really wanted to hear everything, but (like with the recent Indian fellow) it would have not been a great experience for either of us to discuss it in great detail. This is in part for his feelings, but also to not energize that area AT ALL so it will not attract others to it. Anyhow, I had to go back and find her.

She was at the next visit in the Healing Center still, a few levels lighter. They were working on her head area with lights and irridescent devices, and she was dreaming. I "went" in to her dream and she was sitting in a beach chair on a sunny beach with her hair wrapped up in a white towel turban and a white terry bathrobe, with sunglasses.  We spoke briefly. She told me she did not want to talk about it. Yet. She had a Corona with a Lime, like the ocmmercial.

Next time she was all the way on 27 at the Healing Center. She is still in process, but more there. She is no longer dreaming, as she has "come back in to herself" since all the healing work. She has been "out" a little, but it was a difficult transition (it was July 11th).

I made Jack some Monroe CDs, and he visited me (physically) for the weekend. We went to 27 together, him an OBE virgin (his words). I told him to just go to The Fountain in The Park, and I would come and pick him up (in my convertible) and we would drive over to see Wandra at the Healing Center.

Well, he commented on my "flashy red car" and said he had found himself in the Workshop he had made in his Silva Mind Control sessions in the 1980s once on 27. He said he walked out the door and over to The Park and to the fountain, and I pulled up in a Red Mercedes (it's getting better all the time) convertible and we drove about 10 seconds over to the Center, and he "saw" Wandra. He is delighted, and quite amazed. He is in the midst of a crisis of his Episcopal faith, being a Lay Minister and chalice bearer and all.

He found her on the same beach, dressed the same way, and he says tahe now they both have a wonderful Focus 27 suntan! I am so pleased I could help my old friend and give him such a great gift.

Masters create other masters, not customers or students (with apologies to Jeshua). Pass it on.

Thomas

I have spoken to my friend many times, and almost evvery time he asks if I have been back to check on his wofe. I asked him what had happened with his own explorations in 27, as he had found her sitting on the beach silently some weeks ago on his own. I asked what had happenedand he told me he has gone to sit on the beach with Wandra, but that her beach chair was empty. He had wandered around the Park for a while, but then fell asleep.

So we hooked up to a Free Flow 27 Monroe takehome CD and went in tandem. Jack looked really astonished when he opened his eyes in the Park, and (what a coincidence) Wandra was sitting right there on the bench. Jack has had some wonderful healing of his C-1 grief, and I have had some great confirmation.

All I can say is practice, practice, practice.

Thomas

tgecks wrote on Oct 16^th, 2007 at 11:10pm:


Thomas absolutely true..practice,practice and practice.
Verification is always a big boost. then you know it's true deep inside.
Thanks for sharing.
with love;Romain