Hi everyone,

I sent out my willingness to help in any of the hells in the Belief System Territories (BST) and within seconds I could feel I was being surrounded by several Helpers. After a brief period of movement, through what felt like fog, we came into a clearing, sailing over gray, drab looking buildings.
 
Without giving it any thought I descended automatically into the building nearest me and moved along a second story hallway, following the thought/feeling that a person was nearby. Every room was stripped clean, empty of all furnishings, and it seemed that the building had been vacant for a long time. I started wondering if I was in the Homeless City again. It felt kind of similar, but different---heavier, as if the very air the locals had to breathe must have been a burden in itself. There was a great loneliness, everywhere. I then received a message from a Helper that I was in a separate BST locale from the Homeless City, and that this one was just one more of many 'hellish' worlds.

A blurry image of someone suddenly moving ahead of me down the hallway caught my attention and I then heard a scream. The individual dashed to what appeared to be the only window at the end of the second floor and simply disappeared. As I followed out the same window I had a feeling that my presence could be stirring things up, but I knew not to allow that idea to get in the way of what needed to be done.

I looked down to my left as I floated cautiously, looping back toward an alley in between the two buildings, the second an identical match to the one I had just been in. I then realized that there were no windows along the length of each building, and wondered why. It appeared they had been constructed of dark gray cement. And people were running, hiding, obviously terrified and bewildered. Most of them suddenly squatted down, cowering, forming two rows one facing the other with their backs to the walls. It was like a fire drill, except there probably wasn’t a fire. I understood that this was how they dealt with intense anxiety, fear and dread...all of which continually resulted from any little change in their environment or fellow residents. Change of any kind was abhorred. A stable, no-surprises lifestyle was sought after at any cost. And I then understood that at the same time, the residents themselves were responsible for the consistent upheavals and changes that always haunted them. Many did not understand that ‘Catch 22’ and those who suspected as much didn’t know how stop it.

As I touched down on the ground and drew closer to the alley, making sure I was open to Helpers’ advice, the energy of the place started vibrating or increasing in intensity. People were moaning, covering their heads, shouting out words I couldn’t understand. Fear, confusion and anxiety were feeding off of and creating more fear, confusion and anxiousness.  In wondering who to help, and how to get them out of this world, I received the idea that all I needed to do was get someone’s attention and Helpers would be ready to do the rest. So I waved my arm and tried shouting over the noise. A man near the entrance to the alley sat up straight and turned, giving me a frightened but puzzled look, and he was instantly surrounded by several Helpers and escorted away to my right. I repeated the attention-getting waving and hollering and a second man further down the row stood, unsure of whether I was someone to embrace or run from. Several Helpers, human shapes encased in golden light, were instantly by his side talking with him. I figured the reason for their beautiful appearance was due in large part to the contrasting, gray-brown colored world, but it was neat to watch and highly affective. Further down the alley a woman made an attempt to get up, appearing transfixed with the Helpers. They quickly disappeared with her, much to my relief. The place was getting weird.

The vibrations were intensifying and I moved away as both buildings seemed to be quickly increasing and decreasing in height, while simultaneously expanding and contracting. It was happening so fast that it felt as if I were watching a grand magician’s illusion trick, or a Saturday morning cartoon, but I knew that the residents were actually creating the chaos. I have never seen anything like this and I was equally fascinated and horrified. Trying to imagine what life was like for the residents was interrupted with a familiar signal--it was time for me to go. I left and went to a place of beauty and peacefulness in Focus 27 for a while , and then returned to the physical. I'd like to visit that world again because I think there are many others who can be helped outta there.

Thanks for reading and much love,

Ginny

Hi Ginny,

Your experience is a good reminder that we never are put into a situation that we cannot handle -- You did so well there!

Also I like the kind consideration shown you afterwards by the Helpers hen they took you to a beautiful area to restore yourself.

bets

Hi Thomas, Bets and Gordon,

Thanks for your encouragement and kind thoughts. It wasn't the worst place I've visited but it was certainly different. Gordon, hope you have a chance to go there to help some of the folks out.

Much love,

Ginny

Very interesting Ginny. It seems a general trait of the more hellish BSTs is the fear of change, and in reverse, very rigid rules which have to be followed.
   For example, I briefly was in a BST where daily work was the main thing. Everyone had to do the same everyday, and to break this routine was a kind of sin. Or, a world with poor workers, where their work was connected to religion, hard work without thinking was worshipping God, and doubting this concept would make the overseers come and take you away for punishment.
   The BST you visited, was a sort of step up of that, the inhabitants feared any wrong-doing, so they feared doing something at all, and therefore every one of their activities created even more occurings to increase that same fear, by illustrating their fear through the trembling/moving buildings.
   It's a bit like you walk through an unknown forest at night. With your thoughts, you can make the forest full of dangers, feeding back the fears.
   
Spooky

Ginny wrote on Jul 27^th, 2008 at 11:39pm:


Hi sis; Yes i do remember very well that session of yours. Was a nice one and all that you wrote about it.
And that's one of the reason i have a huge crystal in my backyard in F28 to rejuvenate/relax/re-tune and deeper state explorations.
Quite a few interesting lessons happened while sitting/standing in it.
There're always 3 guides around when i go in; 2 i know and one still to find out who it is !!
Will have to plan a get together there on day..

Still on the road here.
Pul to you sis.
Bro