Bubba is a 12 year old, fawn colored chihuahua with bulbous eyes and a crooked lower lip that makes him appear to be a little confused about everything---but he's anything but confused. Although he's always been a happy-go-lucky little guy, he's built like a tank and won't take guff off of anyone (lol!) And he's been attached to me since he came home with us in 1997. If he can't see me he must start a search, and when I'm gone he literally howls like a wolf.
So, while on my way to my small park in Focus 27 a few weeks ago, a flash of white-gold down near my right foot caught my attention...and there was Bubba, grinning, wagging his tail, content to be on a walk with me wherever. I laughed, picked him up and continued onward, thinking it would be a good idea to make sure he knew about my Focus 27 place before he died. He only has a few years left and since we come from the same Disk or Oversoul, it made perfect sense.
Only later did the novelty of his nonphysical presence hit me...and I wondered why I had not ever thought to question if any of my dogs were keen on afterlife traveling, with me, in real time. I've thought about it a lot, asked my guides and all I get back is, "Why not?" So Bubba got to investigate and pee on everything at my park while I left for awhile with Helpers to do a retrieval. When I returned to C1 he was curled up beside me on the bed, fast asleep.
A few days ago we took off together into the afterlife and the following is a retrieval Bubba participated in. He was good, didn't draw attention to himself. As a matter of fact I forgot he was with me until the man we helped out of that BST world noticed him. Wonders never cease----
. Guess I'll be taking some flak for this but I've learned to keep an open mind when it comes to what's possible beyond the physical.
Bubba and I went to the 3D Blackness and floated for a short time, watched the movement of dense, velvety colors and fuzzy lights twinkling here and there. I picked Bubba up and when we were ready, I placed the intent to be of service with Helpers.
I watched as a portion of the blackness gave way to what appeared to be a silver-blue sky. The words, ‘Out of Time‘, came to me as Bubba and I started moving rapidly and I wasn’t sure if we were journeying to a place literally out of time/space, or if it meant something else.
We then touched down on a desolate stretch of dry, rocky ground. In front of us was a dome-shaped, 7-8 feet high, white structure attached to a hill on our left and continuing to our right as far as the eye could see, like a gigantic, half buried PVC pipe. As I put Bubba down I scanned the immediate area for others and got nothing, but I then realized that life here was within the long pipe. The word I kept getting for it was, ‘tubing’.
As I wondered how I could be of help it was then that a wide stone avenue, running perpendicular to and arching over the tubing, caught my eye off to the right. The two structures were an architectural-head-on-collision if you asked me (lol), but as I moved closer they somehow seemed to make sense together. I silently asked what I was doing out in such a vast wasteland and was urged to just follow the road. So that's what I did.
Within seconds of moving through a foggy area, a blue sky opened up and I stopped, taking in huge oak trees, an endless manicured lawn, concrete walkways…and futuristic looking skyscrapers off in the distance. They were joined together, constructed of what appeared to be either huge sheets of glass or a dark gray, reflective material. Several hose-like structures were attached, sloping gently downward connecting the buildings with other structures and I realized I was looking at more of the tubing I had previously encountered. They were like indoor freeways, people coming and going.
My attention was then drawn to a group of people under a tree and we sauntered over, not wanting to attract too much attention. Several people were listening to a man as he seemed to be trying to convince them of the benefits of living there in the city. A thin teenage boy, over six feet and wearing baggy jeans and T-shirt wasn’t buying any of the rhetoric. It wasn’t what he had expected and he was angry. He had a kind of British accent that made it difficult to understand what he was saying, but the name, Scott, entered my mind. There was a class system here, he continued…a hierarchy that was not suppose to exist.
He suddenly stopped talking, staring at me in a manner that said there was something odd or different about me, something he couldn’t quite grasp. He glanced at Bubba, gave me another hard look and then picked up where he’d left off, claiming this place had not lived up to his expectations and he was bored out of his mind. I then got that the city or world he was complaining so much about was known as, Out of Time, and that it had evolved from a science fiction source. This, I thought, was interesting. Science fiction buffs had created this world.
I started telling him about The Park, Focus 27, a vast and unlimited place made by human minds with only one rule: no one can impose their will on another. I explained he could create his own sci-fi world, or any world for that matter…that he could learn, explore, hang out at a beach, have choices beyond his imagination. He had not one qualm about leaving (lol). As he listened intently we drifted up and in no time were at the Reception Area in The Park…and he quickly made a bee-line for the nearest group of individuals engaged in a quiet conversation.
Got to be one of the easiest retrievals I've ever done.
Thanks for reading and much love,
Ginny and Bubba
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