Hello everyone,

This is my first post here.  As a quick intro, I'll share that I've had a propensity for OBEs (and other 'experiences') for as long as I can remember, literally since the crib (a la Jack London, bars could not contain me  ).  Today, I apparently have a very busy 'night job,' helping people cross over, altho usually it's happening on a channel other than fully awake.  I catch glimpses and my best bet at 'capturing' an experience is when I catch myself returning from one.  Unfortunately I have yet to discipline myself to do this consciously and intentionally.  It's more a hypnogogic or while asleep activity.  But, there's no denying what's going on when I AM aware.

That said, I'm here to share the surprising experience I had recently of 'escorting' Heath Ledger after his death.  I have no idea how I came to be on this particular 'assignment.'  My experience in general re: such things is -- I seem to be on a kind of auto-pilot.  I'm just minding my own business when suddenly, I'm jetted off and plopped beside someone who's ready to go, or needs to become ready to go (ie, they're clueless).  Maybe another level of myself is initiating this work, but my ego identity just seems to be spontaneously impulsed to "arrive" and do something.

So -- re: Heath -- this happened on the morning of Sunday, Jan 27th.  Heath had slipped into a 'permanent dream state' (he died accidentally) on Tues Jan 22, which happened to be my birthday.  My familiarity with him was pretty limited; I had seen 2 films of his, and he's much younger than I, so did not loom large in my pop culture awareness.  As it happened, I was up ALL NIGHT the night before.  Just could not sleep, which in hindsight seems significant somehow, ie, I had to be in a borderline state to be available in his timing, during a time when I'd normally be up and about and not likely to respond to this 'call.'  So I was in a twilight state at 9 am that morning, which is when this happened, and it happened really fast.  

I can't even say how it started; I can only share what I retained for sure when I returned to my 'humming' body.  So:  my first lucid memory was of ZOOMING along with Heath at my side... we had an 'appointment' to keep with a third party(?).  Heath and I rocketed to a location that looked like a studio movie lot!  When we saw the door to a particular "sound stage" we knew we had reached our destination, and there was an air of great joy and excitement in our arrival (between Heath and I, I mean).  At the door of this building, a "guard" stood waiting; this was the connection we were there to make.  This guard looked just like a security guard one would find at a bank, or place of business... or a film lot full of celebrities and high-rolling deal-makers.  (I subsequently wondered if the "guard" motif was a representation of a "guardian" of Heath's, ie, a guardian angel or some such... in keeping with the whole "studio" theme playing out.)

When Heath and I reached "the guard," there were no words or politenesses exchanged; the guard was all business as he spun on his heel, ascended a few exterior steps, and opened the door to this building.  I knew this was the end of my role in this event.  The guard went through the door, Heath glanced at me for a signal, and I gestured him toward/through the door with a nod.  He walked through after the guard.  I stepped inside the door momentarily and saw that the guard had already sailed all the way down this long, long hallway, and Heath took off running to catch up with him!  His shirttails were literally flying out behind him. (Yeah he was clothed even tho he died naked.) He managed to glance over his shoulder to send me a wave, with a beaming smile, which was nice to receive.  I waved back and came 'home.'  It was all quite exhilarating.

I thought about this a lot that day, and still do, because I had the distinct sense that Heath was an old soul who came here for a brief but full experience on earth before the Stuff really hits the fan here.  His death wasn't intentional on the "Heath level," but once it happened he got it and was really moved (and validated) by all the love that poured out to him after the fact.  He stuck around for a few days of that, but I grokked he was getting spun around in a bramble/vortex kind of energy, as the whole world was focused on him and obsessing about how terrible it was for him to die.  From what I gathered in my brief encounter, he was complete when he left, and he was one beaming, happy, liberated man when I was with him. He was ready to go, even though the family funeral in Perth was still in the future.  (I'm sure he could tune into all of that from where he landed, if he wanted to!  But the energy of all the sad [and exploitative, media-wise] attention was too intense to remain engulfed in for long.]  Heath was conscious of what went on; he was ready and eager for the next thing.

I've shared this with some close friends, but this is my first public 'outing' of this story...  I keep wondering if it would serve to share this in a more public way, with the intention to alleviate some grief, and let people know that from Heath's perspective, he's a radiant soul on his way to a great afterlife   Of course, I don't want to be stoned as a messenger of info like this!!! I'd like to remain anonymous if I did speak up.  At any rate, I share it here to see what, if anything, comes back from a community for whom this is just rote!

Thanks for your attention.  I look forward to sharing/reading more here as time permits.  Been reading Bruce's books for years.  Rec'd Monroe's Journeys Out of the Body as a gift in college... it was a godsend!!  I knew no one else having experiences like mine.  Bob Monroe was a hero to me!

Big light,
Whitehawk

The questions keep compiling...

I'll begin by sharing that my notions re: 'reality' have been stretched in recent years beyond anything I might have considered prior to that.  I now think there are so many layers, levels, fragments, and parallel parts to a 'soul' ... I'm not sure how to really catagorize things like this experience with Heath (and now Thomas!) in simple terms anymore.  I'm thinking there are so many aspects and fragments of my 'entirety' ... there are probably 'manager parts' and 'executive parts' and 'laborers' and all kinds of things in various slivers of dimensions and worlds.  

That said... this is what I saw while with Heath:  we zoomed into a corridor between large but very plain-looking buildings, constructed of something like cement blocks, no windows, very industrial... very FILM LOT.  I "knew" these were "sound stages" at a movie studio -- inside of which are controlled environments (ie, no sound from outside gets in, etc, for filming purposes) and sets where movies and TV shows are produced.  We zoomed into this corridor similarly to a plane landing on the runway.   I knew our destination was a particular one of these large, industrial-looking buildings on the left... and as we neared, I saw "the guard," right where expected, dressed in security-guard style, ie, a slate blue shirt and charcoal or black pants.  A no-nonsense presence.

There were a few stairs, like 4 or 5, metallic I believe, situated parallel to the front wall of this building.  At the top was a small landing, where you'd turn left to enter the door.  The door was a heavy, dark metal door with that kind of air-compressing gadget connecting the interior top of it to the interior part of the door frame.  This was of particular note to me because when that guard flung open the door and dashed into the hallway, the door began closing very slowly, instead of slamming.  There was plenty of time for Heath to walk through and still more time for me to slip inside to just peek at what was happening in there, from where I was parting ways with Heath.  It was a very long hall, and the guard was already well down it by the time Heath, then I, got in there.  

And that's it for me!  I returned back to my body, which was humming.  (BTW, has anyone noticed a difference lately to the physical sensations associated with OBEs?  In my case, I used to feel a strong electrical buzz, very pronounced.  Now it's more a gentle hum, quite different.  Just curious if anyone else is noticing a change in the sensations over the past year or so!  Odd perhaps, but I'll ask anything :)

I've pondered this 'movie studio' motif and found it amusing that this is what awaited Heath, and "how appropriate" and all that.  It added a touch I haven't seen before, and would never expect that it might have been myself that somehow created it!  But too, with my expanded sense of "selves" at this juncture, I suppose that some level of my totality MAY have dreamed this into being for Heath's benefit!  I have no cognizance of it tho.  I just took it as, ooph, how cool is it that "they" set this up like this?!

I'll also emphasize that meeting Heath and being his "crossover cabby" was the last thing I expected to have happen.  It would never occur to me to will this to happen, or try to 'go get him' as was Thomas' intention.  Like any other such 'calls,' I just found myself there.  It all seems very automatic, maybe there's some kind of vibrational homing signal of some sort, that I respond to like a pidgeon!!  LOL!  I just don't know.  I claim no knowledge of the how of this activity.  I'll add also that the day before Heath passed, my only remaining uncle died, and re: him -- NADA.  I had no association with his transition at all.  Or, to my awareness at least!

So, there ya go.

BTW, I just learned recently that 'white birds' are common "psychopomp" beings, or symbols, and I've had a long 'relationship' with various white birds in my life, starting with a bird of light that came to me during a vision quest in the wilderness in my 20's.  About 15 years later, I was 'given' the name Whitehawk, out of the ethers, and use it as my spirit name.  Then, just after the Heath experience, I snooped around online and found this thing about 'psychopomps,' which are beings that help people cross over!  And the image at the one website I looked at was a white OWL.  Just sharing this in case anyone finds it interesting.  I did.  :)   Maybe my "white bird" visitations, and then my "Whitehawk" naming, have been about crossing people over all along?  Dunno, just putting it out here... I haven't really talked these things out in a 'forum' like this before... kind of interesting.  It's all been pretty private to me til now.

I just googled "movie lot" images to see if something came up that looked serviceable to share here re: what I saw.  There's this, not exact, but perhaps similar enough to give you a sense of the setting:  http://www.alan-noon.com/misc/SFTM/SFTM_The_movie_lot.jpg   You'll probably have to reconstruct that link on your end, if interested enough to bother.

Love all,
Whitehawk