Alan, a previous post of yours stuck in my mind. You mentioned finding words that stand out, as an exercise, which you might spend an entire day "reclining" in, so to speak. The words that become BOLD in my mind in the following song are  (please read lyrics provided, and then I will let you know which ones speak to me):

When the crying is over I’ll be missing you still
When mountains and valleys become rolling hills
When I’m finally standing on that desolate plain
I have but one dream that we’ll be together again

When the crying is over and my tears have run dry
I’ll be an old man and ready to die
I’ll see you in heaven, or you’ll know I’m in hell
Until we meet again here’s where I’ll dwell
When all this pain and heartache comes to an end
There’ll be no more tears, we’ll be together again

And when I’m finally standing on that desolate plain
I have but one dream, we’ll be together again

When the crying is over there’ll be no more pain
And when this heartache comes to an end
I’ll take you in my arms, we’ll be together again

Ian McLagan     the Bump Band

http://www.maniacrecords.net/Soundpages/ncrying.htm

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Lyrics which are Bold when I look at them: WE'LL BE TOGETHER AGAIN and HERE'S WHERE I DWELL

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Perhaps there are others who would like to join in this, just for an occasion to try an experiment. Take any piece of literature nearby which has an emotional pull on you from it. Take a reasonable amount of text to look at. Then notice what stands out for you. What appears BOLD. There will be something, or a series.

Please share, anyone who might enjoy this.

I wonder, in retrievals, or any other kind of exploration, is this how we find each other? Do the thoughts that we think in the afterlife draw to us those who hear our voices in a particular way? Is this how we are drawn into particular areas which, in afterlife reality, belong to others? Is there a Utopian place for each of us, which consists of all that is "Bold" in our own imaginations, that which we believe and to which we are attracted? Or is is a more mutual activity? Can it be so automatic? Is "God" a robot, who would allow everything in Creation to simply "express" -- or is God somehow different? Must all the ideas of what is "real" be collected and condensed into some kind of hothouse rainforest? Or is it a much much much more individual process, our merge with Source as the culmination of life's experience?

Very nice Bets? Is Blink channeling Bets these days?


Alan McDougall wrote on Apr 2^nd, 2008 at 2:52am:

HI , Blink,

I am so sorry for not looking properly and just assuming it was Bets, You were away for a while so my hasty mind just saw the "B" and assumed it was from Bets. Anyway the comments made must be applicable to your thread as they were based on the lovely poetry

love

alan

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Bob Dylan
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Alan, what was her position/which direction was she facing after she looked at you? What, more specifically, was the color of blue in the aura/it appeared beautiful to you?

love, b



Alan McDougall wrote on Apr 3^rd, 2008 at 3:20pm:

That's puzzling, Alan. But this image led me to this quote:

We thank you mother, the Earth - Delaware.

We are thankful to the East because everyone feels good in the morning when they awake, and sees the bright light coming from the East; and when the Sun goes down in the West we feel good and glad we are well; then we are thankful to the West. And we are thankful to the North, because when the cold winds come we are glad to have lived to see the leaves fall again; and to the South, for when the south wind blows and everything is coming up in the spring, we are glad to live to see the grass growing and everything green again. We thank the Thunders, for they are the manitous that bring the rain, which the Creator has given them power to rule over. And we thank our mother, the Earth, whom we claim as mother because the Earth carries us and everything we need.

Charley Elkhair, quoted in M. R. Harrington, Religion and Ceremonies of the Lenape, Indian Notes and Monographs, Museum of the American Indian, Heye Foundation, vol 19 (1921).

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The indigo aura is a spiritual color which would be interpreted as positive. Light from the east. A new day begins.

lovely thought, blink

I am the first song I am music I write the song of existence

I am the first song I am music I write the song of existence, I want you all to come together and dwell in my mind. The white land will have rain and the land of the tiger submerged in flood and heat. The watchers your personal angelic guides are watching over the forum to bring about a group mind. Those in the narrow black belt will be very significant

This is how I consolidate the words that stand out. (Blink you will see the meaning of the words you put forward are there but just in different format)

Any way this is just a start of what Source is attempting to convey to us through Blinks thread I think!

alan