tgecks
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This has been the full moon weekend over the longest day of the year, and such celestial events truly affect (believe it or not) the volume and the tone in the Emergency Room where I work. It is a major trauma center near Atlanta, and things are always busy. Saturday night was chaos.
When I walked down the hall I noticed the group of folks working a cardiac arrest, and I stopped for a moment to look into the room through the big sliding glass doors that front the rooms. As suaual all the folks had specific jobs and were intensely centered on their task. I asked the nurse how he was doing, and she murmured his blood pH was 6.75, which is incompatible with life, and I knew it was a fruitless effort. When I looked back in the room I saw a man standing in the corner, behind the group of folks in colored scrubs. He was in blue jeans and a white tee shirt and was holding a straw hat in his hands, watching the events wide-eyed. I turned to ask the nurse who he was, but when I looked back he was not there.
The drama continued another few minutes, and then it was over. The Code was "called" and that was that. All the equipment and the people left the room, and the curtain was drawn to wait for the priest to administer last rites. After a while even the family left.
I was curious, when I got home and had the time, to see what had happened to Pedro. It is only here in C-1 that time is linear, so it was rather easy to recreate the scene in my head. Especially when there are emotions attached, the brain does not know the difference between the actual event and one's memory of it.
I walked down the etheric re-creation of the A-Hall, and to the room where Pedro had been. There he was still, standing in the corner, hat in hand, in the now empty room. He looked at me when I entered, and I spoke Spanish to him (which I speak in real life, too). I had scrubs and my white coat on when I looked down. Though I had feet, there did not appear to be a floor to stand on. I ALMOST went off into my Narrator left brain, but managed to pull my "eyes" away from the space below.
I asked him how he was doing, and he replied that the pain he had was gone, but that he did not know what had happened. I found myself explaining that he had come to the Emergency Room with a heart attack and that his physical body had died. I asked him if he remembered anything, and he said he recalled having the pain, and then seeing a lot of people in his room, but he thought he had been visiting someone else. He asked if his mother had survived.
Just behind me a Guide spoke, "Oh, yes, my son, I have." A glowing figure stepped past me, and his face rose and lightened, and he took her hand. All three of us left the room and wlaked down the A-Hall into the mists which grew lighter and lighter until we stood before the portico of the Healing Center.
It seem to me that the way to the Healing Center, to The Park, to such areas are much easier to navigate. It is almost as if the two lane gravel road has been widened and paved, with lights and exit signs along the way. At Monroe they talk about anchoring that energy here in C-1, and the pathway of light that it leaves to follow, and it does get easier with practice.
Thomas
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