Claudio
Ex Member
|
Dear Friends,
I would like to share with you some very interesting results achieved by means of Bruce’s recently posted "Highway Metaphor" for analysing fleeting non-physical signs or indications, and ‘driving’ along, in search of evidence. This experience took place in 5 separate sessions. A friend of mine, who knows about my Afterlife interests, asked whether I would mind trying to make contact with a person who had recently died here in Italy. I said I would try and she gave me the name of a man (Ivo) and the name of the town he lived in. That’s all. During my first session, I sort of deliberately visualised the welcoming sign you find on the road when you enter a new town, with the name of the town my friend had given me on it. I had never been in this town, nor did I know where it was exactly, but I sort of expected it to be in a flat country, whereas in this first session I visualised it in a hilly area. At the same time I got the inner feeling that this man was alive, and I started fearing that my friend had been trying to tease me. Upon reporting back my experience, I found out that the town is actually in a hilly area, and that evidence of survival was the very first thing Ivo’s family was looking for. She had not been teasing me. I was told he was alive, because that was the basic fact I was to report back to start with. Furthermore, there had been circumstances related to Ivo’s death (which my friend did not clarify at the time, in order not to provide information) which related to his identification, and which had made it harder for his wife to accept that the person concerned was actually her husband.
In the following session, which took me a couple of minutes, as I was sitting in my chair waiting for my PC to switch on and for the Windows operating system to load (Windows… is that not an interesting coincidence, Marta?), I saw myself driving along this road, stopping at a coffee bar, where a number of light motorcycles were parked, entering the bar and asking for a cup of coffee. In the meantime I looked around for Ivo. I saw a number of people playing billiards and among them was my man; he looked a young man, very slim, with straight dark hair combed backwards, and he was in the middle of the game when two or three policemen broke in and ‘arrested’ him for gambling. Ivo was handcuffed and taken to prison. Note, in Italian gambling is “gioco d’azzardo’ and (I was not told at the time) in Ivo’s death the possibility of ‘hazard’ had to be investigated. I did not have a clue, as to all this, but my friend said it all made sense, and had to give me some minor extra information: after his death, Ivo’s body had been ‘confiscated’ and locked away by the police for 48 hours, and for two days his family had been unable to see him. During my third session with Ivo, I saw him in prison, and then suddenly the picture opened up like a pair of scissors, and I saw a beautiful countryside, and Ivo meeting up with a dog and hugging it as if they had not seen each other for quite a long time. He pronounced a name which I could not grasp, but it started by B (Buddy, Bobby… I could not catch it) and he then realised: You are dead. If I am here with you... then I am dead too….
My friend checked on this last detail with Ivo’s wife and was able to confirm to me that, before getting married, Ivo had had a dog called Briciola, who had died many years earlier.
Fourth session: this time I only saw a symbol, which reminded me of the M of Motorola.
My friend called me again yesterday, after a few days’ stalemate, and told me that she had checked, and the Motorola symbol did not seem to apply to the story from a cell phone point of view, and could I please try and re-look at that symbol, maybe from a different perspective.
As we were on the phone, she had to answer another call (on her cell phone, ha ha!) and so I was given a couple of minutes to think. I realised the symbol wasn’t the M of Motorola, but the H of Honda, and then I immediately saw a high-powered motorbike, driving along an extra-urban road, some living being crossing the road as the motorbike was approaching and then the vehicle careering off the road, with blood staining the driver’s crash helmet. I actually 'felt' a gout of blood coming from my face and hitting/staining the helmet.
My friend got back and when she heard this, she thought it was about time to provide me with full feedback.
Ivo was 42, he was on his way to meeting his friends at a coffee bar a few km out of town with his high-powered motorbike, when, for no explainable reason, he had careered off the road and killed himself. He had definitely not fallen asleep, he was absolutely lucid, no tyre marks were found on the road, and he had been seen driving at a very reasonable speed only just before the accident, when the motorbike (seen from behind) had suddenly started losing control. He used to meet with friends at the bar, and one of his recent passions had been billiards. When the accident took place, a car with two or three policemen (his wife was not sure about the number) had reached the scene and confiscated Ivo’s body and motorbike, as mentioned above. His looks had been exactly as I had described them. To date, the cause of the accident has not yet been ascertained, but due to the nasty cut on his forehead, which followed the crash of his helmet, his wife had not been allowed by her relatives to see her husband’s face, so that she may not be traumatised. This was the identification detail I had not been given so far.
That’s all.
As a first attempt on this I feel very pleased with the results, and as a motorcyclist myself, I can confirm that if a cat, or any other living creature suddenly crosses your way when you are driving, even at a low speed, you can find it very difficult to control a motorbike. As you might have realised, I have asked a friend to help me with the translation into English, so as to have this published on the Board as soon as possible. Love to you all for listening, and thanks to Bruce for providing such a powerful range of hints. L. L. & .S
Claudio
|