I'm still here,
2bets (And last I checked, definitely female!)
Some of my understanding of The Morrighan is she escorts the newly deceased to the afterlife territories. She's also noted for her cooking .... The Morrighan is widely feared because when she shows up it means someone is going to die. My first encounter with The Morrighan was at
Lios na Grαinsν (Fort of the Grange / Grange Stone Circle) in County Limerick, Ireland. But that's another conversation.
Now it is true that I sometimes work as a guide for the newly deceased, and I feel it's honorable work. It's not my
only work and I take care to share only what is appropriate to this forum. I prefer
transitioned to "newly deceased", myself.
I am presently recalling a French woman I worked with a number of years ago. I was in the States at the time and our "session" (though I didn't think of it as a session then) took place on Internet chat. So I was doing what I do with eyes wide open and fully present in my body. Part of me still believed it was necessary to do things "the traditional" way, and that is still taught ....
I coached her to follow her state of distress to its anchor point in her body. It was the solar plexus. Her grandfather came to assist and we had a most intriguing interaction. What was it I learned then? I have no need of 3D command of the French language to work with French people in the afterlife territories!
Another "lesson" I took to heart in the same time period when a friend of mine transitioned from his body. He and I are the same age and went to school together, played in band together. He played trumpet, and I played saxophone. Good times.
He died of a heart attack as he slept. I knew there was no need for a retrieval. I thought, though, I'd check in on him.
These were still "early days" for me when I believed I needed to do all this preparation. We know the drill, it's how most of us were taught. So I'm going through all the la-dee-da of afterlife territory preparation when I hear:
"Hurry up! I gotta go!"
and in less time than ... actually it took place in
no time I got the entire download. I think Bob Monroe called it a rote, or was it Bruce or both, someone here knows. I call it a download, A thought ball, did someone write? Doesn't matter.
It was as clear as day.
And, my goodness, I forgot until writing this I've been getting those sort of things since as long as I can remember. It was at university pretty sure back then I had already read Monroe, I read
everything 'cause I was an English major.
My best friend was in, shall we call it a life experience knot. Close enough. And her grandfather tossed me one of these thought balls, I got the whole download at once and it was a pan galactic gargle blaster of a download ""having your brains smashed in by a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick".
"What's the matter, looks like you saw a ghost!" my friends remarked. And I was so dazed I couldn't even talk for five minutes.
So yeah, I've been at this for a longer time than my rational mind would have me believe.