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01/18/2020 8:16 pm  

It's getting to the point where some of you are writing such amazing posts that we should put them in a special place of honor.

In the past, I've seen such great posts appear and then disappear into the forum as time marches on.  

I'd like to copy and past the extra exceptional posts here.  You can also do this too as a way of nominating a post. People can vote by clicking "like." 

Two posts immediately popped into my mind because they are recent and especially wonderful, one by @Coyote when he started that thread entitled Thank you.  This changes everything.  And one @Lovenduresposted recently about her life changing friendship with a woman named Raja.  There are others here -- @Vestralux, everything you write is exceptional.  So I hope someone can single out some of yours.  I have also seen posts that lifted my spirit, even if short, sometimes with a prediction and often with words of comfort that just zinged me. 

I'd like to copy and paste those here so we can remember them. 

Some Rules:

1. We can only post other people's posts here, not our own, even when we are so psyched about what we are writing that we just want to shout it to the rooftops. 🙂

3. If you are unsure if a favorite post qualifies then drop me an email about it  or use the contact form. 

This may work or not work. We will see!  


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01/18/2020 8:21 pm  

 From Coyote on 1/9/2020. from Thank you. Now Everything Changes. 

Hi all. I apologize for starting another solipsistic thread while this situation in the Middle East continues to chaotically unfold. I know many of you are scared sick. But “matters” within my life have been rapidly falling into place since the New Year, and I need to share those developments here. They’re too big for just my personal journal. In fact, when I put pen to paper last night, all I wrote was “now everything changes.

Time for a story.

The week before Christmas, I took the train into Boston for a follow-up appointment with my new neurologist at Mass General Hospital. My neurologist exclusively treats patients who have been diagnosed on the neurofibromatosis spectrum, which encompasses 3 similar tumor-growth disorders of the nervous system: NF2 (what I have); NF1 (the most widespread of the 3); and schwannomatosis (the rarest of the 3). When I arrived at his office, I was upbeat. I felt an energy of optimism I had never brought to a doctor’s office, a feeling that soon something significant would change for the better in my life.

A few minutes after I sat down in the waiting room, two more patients—both young men (unrelated) and accompanied by their parents—checked in and sat down in the row of chairs opposite me. One looked a couple years younger than me, the other a few years older, and I could immediately tell that they had NF1. That’s because they both had visible plexiform neurofibromas, which is a type of tumor that’s specific to NF1. Plexiform neurofibromas cause gradual disfiguration of soft tissue and, occasionally, underlying bones, over the course of years. Because of the way they insinuate themselves into surrounding tissue, they are inoperable (aside: I volunteered for 2 weeks in 2014 and 2015 at a summer camp for children with NF1, so I’m intimately familiar with these things). The older patient had a neurofibroma on his head that was disfiguring half of his face. The younger patient had a neurofibroma on his right leg that was causing his tibia to bend to an extent that he needed combined arm and leg braces in order to walk (again, I’ve seen this in the kids I’ve worked with).

I could also tell, just by looking at their eyes and the way they carried themselves, that they were suffering profoundly on a spiritual level. I could see the hurt of repeated disappointment, of being stared at in public, of constantly being told that there wasn’t much to be done about their condition except to “watch and wait.” I recognized that suffering because I used to be in the same position not so long ago.

In my encounters at the NF1 camp, I had many instances of deep compassion and wanting the people in front of me to “get better” in a passive sense: I hope the doctors find a cure for you; that sort of thing. But those two young men I saw in Boston three weeks ago elicited a soul response I have never experienced. I desperately wanted to heal them, to actively make their tumors go away. I wanted to use everything I had been learning about narrative medicine, nature therapy, interpersonal healing, and energy healing in order to show them that there was more than the single story of their disease that the biomedical establishment had been telling them.

I thought A LOT about those two patients over the holidays, but it wasn’t until last weekend, when I was reading chapter 6 of Joanna Macy’s book, Active Hope, that everything started clicking. In that chapter she discusses how some of us will hear our calls to act for the world. She writes: “There will be times when we become alerted to an issue and experience an inner call to respond…We can experience our call to action in many different ways. Sometimes…we just know, even if we’re not sure how, that we need to be somewhere, do something, or contact a particular person…Just as we experience the Earth crying within us as pain for the world, we can experience the earth thinking within us as a guiding impulse pulling us in a particular direction.” Well, that’s exactly what happened to me in Boston. I encountered the key codes that activated my healer impulse, and it took Joanna Macy’s words for all of the visions and intuition Spirit has been sending me since 2017 to assemble into a coherent life path, and it’s this:

Beginning this coming autumn, after my service with AmeriCorps ends, I will be working in jobs that involve physical outdoor labor, but with people and endeavors that appreciate what it means to nurture Gaia (perhaps therapeutic or biodynamic farms). I’ve already become aware of places in the Bay State that meet this bill. My tumors will shrink, I will grow physically stronger, and my sense of hearing will improve as I further integrate marginal healing/esoteric practices into my own particular story of what it means to be alive now. Eventually some like-minded individuals and I will establish an intentional community centered on a therapeutic garden/farm (this is what I saw in my NDE), and people will come to us for physical healing.

But my focus will not be to make physical illness go away as an end unto itself. By directing people to nurture the land while also helping them craft the stories of being their souls tell them to be true, I will also be doing my part to purge globalized culture of the myth of separation. The myth of separation is the underlying cause of all the darkness we see in the world now. Over the course of millennia, ever since palace elites set up the first state granaries in Sumer and Shang Dynasty China, we’ve been convincing ourselves that we are apart from nature, and this delusion has bled into almost all of our institutions (including in healthcare, where the Cartesian paradigm of mind's separation from matter still reigns supreme). We’re convinced that competition and scarcity are the default of existence on this planet, when really Gaia wants to bless us with her ever-renewing abundance. The people who seek me out will be returning home not just with vibrantly healthy bodies; but with a renewed understanding that their souls are radically linked to all living things. This biophilic sense of interconnection is the wellspring of enduring health, joy, and contentment.

I know all of these steps in my future journey can come to pass because of something else Joanna Macy writes about following our call to action: “When we share our cause with others, allies appear; synergy occurs. And when we act for causes larger than ourselves, the larger community for whom we do this will be acting through us.” I already see this synergy happening all the time in this forum. We’re all lightworkers, sharing our causes of living through this profoundly draining period of transition. And we’ve kept each other going. Remember how frightening and scary things were 3 years ago? But this community has only continued to reach new heights.  

You’ve all kept me going and helped me reach new heights. A lot had to happen just for me to end up in a new city at the precise date and time so that I was face-to-face with the 2 suffering strangers who unleashed my soul’s memory of why I came to this world, why I’ve kept trudging through so much sh*t. And I’m sure one of the active ingredients in that alchemy was the love and wisdom everyone on this site shares so freely. I’ve been deliriously happy all week, but last night, when the full realization of all of this mutual support hit home, my mood went to another level. I was laugh-crying, singing out loud, stomping my feet to the music coming from my speakers while I cooked dinner: Oh my God, I’ve made it, and so many people helped me. So THANK YOU, everyone: @jeanne-mayell, @vestralux, @lovendures, @cc21, @michele-b-here-in-the-forum, @unk-p., @laura-f., @lilinoe, @cindy, @deetoo, @triciact, @bright-opal, @baba, @codyroo, and so many, many more. I'll let Natalie Merchant express the rest of my gratitude:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LR6PV-Irv7s

It's 6 am here in the Dawnland (New England) without a cloud in the sky. Which means that in about 70 minutes, I will walk outside and greet Father Sun as he blesses a new day. I will ask for healing for myself and for the collective. Then, as I further absorb the first light, I will ask for help to send special healing energy to two strangers I may never see again, but who changed my life nonetheless. 


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01/18/2020 8:24 pm  

From Lovendures from 1/14/2020, post 18876 in A Recent String of Hate Crimes.

I met one of the most influential women in my life in 2004.  I was attending an international women's forum conference in Russia as a guest of someone who was a member of the forum .   It was an incredible time to be in Russia, especially as a woman who had spent her childhood having bomb drills in school hallways in fear of nuclear war.  There was so much hope, and an incredible lightness filled Moscow.  The churches were finally allowed to be rebuilt or  re-open their doors again after decades of closure.  People could practice their faith again after being denied the chance to do so for so long.  For many decades  to do so could have meant a death sentence.  

And the businesses. Wow.  I wasn't exactly sure it it were a positive thing, but  the West had begun to invade Moscow. Many of the same stores that were in my local mall were also now in  the Russian capital,  Baskin Robbins and Sbarro Pizza were there too and there was even a Hard Rock Cafe which had just opened.  European fashion stores and perfumes were everywhere.  No longer were there long lines for people to get a meager loaf of bread. 

The conference was filled with powerful women from around the world.  As a guest of one of these ladies, I was introduced to former heads of state from different nations and Fortune 500 CEO's.

I was the littlest fish (a stay at home mom),  in the biggest pond on earth and I knew it.

A few days into the conference,  a key note speaker from Iraq was introduced to us.  It was in the early days after the international coalition had invaded and secured Bagdad and had formed the Green Zone. The coalition was putting together the interim Iraqi Governing Council. The woman who was about to speak was a newly appointed member of that council.  

A woman.  Let that sink in for a minute.  

 She was a doctor and head of a women's hospital in Iraq.  She had studied and later practiced medicine in Great Britain from the 1960's through the late 70's before returning home to Iraq.  She had not even allowed herself to dream of the possibility of a time without Saddam ( or his children) in charge, his power and evil was so widespread.  She lived in fear every day under his rule.  But she also lived in fear in her new position.  Perhaps even greater fear.  She was now a HUGE target. Car bombs were being set off for the purpose of killing the members of the Interim Governing Council members.  She was one of 3 women originally appointed as a members of this new council. No woman had ever help such an office in Iraq.  She was the first to sign the new Constitution and so proud to do so, so filled with hope.  

And she was now the only one of the 3 woman remaining alive. The other 2 had been assassinated.

 In fact, during her week in Moscow attending the conference, a male governing council member was also assassinated in Iraq. It shook her to her core.

She was the most fascinating woman I had ever heard speak.  She spoke from the heart and was a true heart warrior.  After her speech  we all were walking back to our hotel .  She was walking with perhaps one other person at the time and I did what I do best.  I went up to her and started chatting.  

We bonded. On the streets of Moscow I formed  a beautiful friendship with this amazing light filled lady.

Over the next few days we would find each other in a room and talk, sit next to each other during speeches, eat lunch or dinner together.   By  the ended of the trip, my parents who had accompanied me on this trip had  also joined in this wonderful bonding experience with Raja .  On our last day in Russia   we  took her on an all day excursion outside of Moscow joining  some other women from the conference.

Here we were, my step-father a Jew, his parents were survivors of the Warsaw Ghetto. I  an Orthodox Christian, and  Raja,   a Muslim woman from a country we had just gone to wa with. And  all of us were laughing and bonding together, in Russia of all places.  I commented on the beauty of it all and how strange it was to be there together.    She then told me a beautiful story of how she was raised, in the old pre-Saddam Iraq.

When she was growing up, on her street lived families of diverse backgrounds,   On one side of her home lived an Iraqi  Christian family.  On the other, a Jewish family.  Her Muslim family was in the middle.  This was not so unusual back in the day apparently.  They all had a deep respect for each other.  The kids played together, went to school together and the families celebrated holidays, together.  On Christmas and Easter, the Christian family invited the other two families together to join in their traditional celebrations.  The Jewish family did the same for High Holidays and Hanukkah, and her family did the same for Muslim traditions and holidays,    

I was stunned.  Most Iraqi Christians and Jews had either been killed, jailed or fled the country under Saddam's reign and the aftermath.  Those remaining had a difficult life indeed. I had no idea there had been such a different Iraq during the time Raja was a child.

 It was the most beautiful story I had heard.

Raja's light and humor ( such warmth and humor)  touched every person on that bus.  We laughed and laughed, ate tougher and shared so many stories while bonding over new experiences.  When we got off the bus that evening, we all hugged and cried.  I loved my new friend and didn't want to say goodbye,  I didn't know if we would ever meet again and I surely didn't know if she would survive in her deadly new world.  

And like seeds planted in good soil and a gentle rain, friendships grew.

Many women from that bus ride in eluding my mom  (and my Step-dad) regularly corresponded with Raja.

She lived. 

There were in multiple assignation attempts and even a few random car bombings outside the Green Zone where she would  wait to enter to go work. But she survived.  

She no longer lives in Iraq, it would have been and still would be a death sentence.  But she did some amazing things for the women of Iraq.

 She also forever changed  how I look at people.  Especially those from backgrounds I know little about.  

She is the reason I came to truly believe and understand we are all connected.  I experienced it. She taught me that most important of  lessons.  We truly can love one another no matter what our differences,

I believe that the more we can interact with others from different faiths, different races and different backgrounds, the more  we can learn to appreciate our diversity, celebrate what binds us together and learn from one another.  We can find the joy and light we all have to offer.  Without having those experiences together, without learning how to celebrate and respect one another, the  greater difficulty we will have in seeing each other as connected beings of light, joy and hope.  Raja is the single most important  person (outside my family) to have taught me about  love without boundaries. 

You never know what type of impact you will have upon someone else. It can happen in the strangest of places.  For me, the loveliest of impacts happened in Russia, during a window of hope and optimism.  It happened between people whose countries had just had a war, inside a country I had always thought could instigate a war with that would end the world. 

If Raja can build bridges of love late in her life from her experiences as a child, so can we all.  If you  don't have your own experiences to build upon, perhaps  you can consider using  her story to guide you.  


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01/18/2020 11:13 pm  

@jeanne-mayell, my heart feels very warm and big right now. Thank you for your words. And for creating such a wonderful thread! 

I'll definitely be back to share favorites, but I will say that your posts so often hit me directly in the core; they're beautifully written and emotionally powerful. Whenever I read your power posts (you know the ones), I visually see the energies that I believe Lady Frieda Harris was working with when she created the art for the Thoth deck. I should have told you this sooner, but I don't think it will surprise you.

And, as you mentioned, @coyote has been sharing some unbelievable beauty with us here. It feels like a spiritual honor to both witness his personal process as much as to read his words. 

@bluebelle perpetually stuns me with her capacity to be so very crisp and succinct (!), and at the same time, so powerfully clear and deep. I clearly see her reaching out a deft hand and pulling her visions toward her, like vibrating golden threads. When she shares those threads with us here, I feel her compassion and her power. (Actually, I feel that in many others here, as well.)

And I don't think there's anymore more loving, cheerful, or uplifting in this forum than @michele-be-here-in-the-forum. Pretty sure she leaves a trail of spirit glitter wherever she goes. Her posts are natural mood enhancers, and we need that. 

 

 💗

 

ETA: Hmm, I must be spelling Michele's tag wrong (pretty sure it's one "l"). Perhaps someone could tag her for me?


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01/18/2020 11:23 pm  

@vestralux

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01/18/2020 11:48 pm  
Posted by: @cindy

My sympathies to all here who have recently suffered losses. 

When my daughter died, we had to travel to New York the next day. Only half of the plane's occupants had been recovered from the ocean, and they had yet to start the identification process. I had watched the news in horror thru the night. I did try to get to sleep, and I believe I've told the story here of believing that Monica came to say goodbye, patting my leg at 3 am. After that, there was no sleep. The plane crashed on Wednesday evening and we got to New York late Thursday afternoon. After meetings with officials, getting assigned our airline representative, and other 'official' business was conducted, I finally went to bed just before midnight. I was up at daybreak on Friday morning. I got a shower as my ex ran to get us some coffee. He jumped into the shower to prepare for the day's grueling meetings and activities. I went to walk to the window to peek out and see what was going on outside with the media. I was taken aback when I glimpsed a gray haired wrinkled, haggard old lady on my way from the bed to the window. I was momentarily perplexed at the thought there was in internal window that allowed me to see other guests like this. Knowing that couldn't be right, I turned back to see who this old woman was. I had passed a mirror on the wall. I stood there stunned, looking at my reflection. I saw someone in her 30's, with wet hair, no makeup, and swollen eyes from crying, not to mention the dark circles from lack of sleep. Somehow I felt the old woman was me-a reflection of my grief or what it could do to me. As I stood there it dawned on me that if this overwhelming grief could have such an effect on me, what would my grief be doing to Monica? I closed my eyes and prayed-and I can't say at that point in my life I was a believer. I asked for God and the angels to help me, because Monica had been through enough, if my grief could do this to me what would it do to her, and I certainly would never want to add to her burdens. I asked for her to be allowed to guide me in doing what was in her best interest going forward. I cannot explain the calm and warmth that suddenly enshrouded me. After breakfast and our first meetings with the NTSB and FBI, we had to go to the airport to pick up my sister. When my ex went to get a paper, seeing the opportunity to speak to me in private, our airline rep asked me how a restless night of sleep could have made such a dramatic change in me. I told him the story of what had happened that morning. I'm not sure if he believed me or not, but he kind of turned pale and simply said "Wow."

A few years after her passing, I had a reading from a big name medium. He told me he felt two men around me-guiding me. He gave me names, which didn't resonate. After mom did genealogy research years later, I wondered if at least one is an ancestor who's name correlates. I've done many meditations over the years to try and meet my spirit guides-once I realized such beings existed. I know they are there, I just seem to go black at the point where I'm supposed to see or meet them. One day, I did catch a glimpse of someone unexpectedly in a different guided meditation. The best way to describe her would be to say she was the live version of Grandmother Willow from Disney's Pocahontas. It took several days, but while driving it suddenly dawned on me, that decades earlier, the woman in the mirror in the New York hotel room may not have been my own reflection. I may have been glimpsing one of my guides-which at the time I had no clue such things existed. 

The point is, if you ask for help, you will get it. Above all else, when we are dealing with loss, it is in everyone's best interest to stop and think of what the loved one who has passed would want and what is in their best interest too. If they are so caught up in trying to ease our grief here, it could stall their progress there. I know that every time I was about to do something difficult-testify in front of Congress or a White House Commission, view or sort the wreckage, etc., I'd ask if it was something Monica wanted me to do and ask for her help. I'd get the same warm feeling and would find the strength to do what needed to be done. There was no doubt, she wanted me to be as vocal and active as I was. 

I think my parents time is short, I've been super busy with taking dad to all sorts of doctors and therapies, and now he's got pneumonia. When I need reassurance she finds a way to let me know she's there. I had gone to bed last night, and the dogs got me up to go out one last time. As I saw how bright the stars were (Monica and I used to stargaze together), I told her I needed help and guidance, and asked if she was here. Not a second passed before a shooting star emerged in the constellation I was gazing at. 

If you are missing a loved one, talk to them. They'll hear you. If you're lucky they'll answer. Your love for each other is eternal.


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01/19/2020 12:08 am  

Yes to @cindy’s post which has me filled with tears right now. And yes to @bluebelle and @Michelle and now so many names come to mind.  So here is the thing. Everyone who posts here has a best post of their own.  I’d like to see those too.  
@bluebelle every time I read something you write I find my heart softening.  There is so much love in you.  


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01/19/2020 12:17 am  
Posted by: @michele-b

From a life filled with many challenges, I have found there is a link between the gifts, the giving back, and the the acceptance of and practice of living in and giving from ones heart.

If you live in your mind and practice and live in and from a place of negative emotions and endless analyzing, you miss the true meaning of the gifts themselves.

If you live in, speak from, and practice heart centered meditative practices you increase your understandings of the true value and only real purpose of having and using your gifts for lifting yourself up (and yes, it's often over and over again) from all of life's challenges. 

When you're in the sacred space of heart centered, heart filled energies, you seek to do good and be of service to all others.

When we're stuck in our minds (over and over again even more than our hearts) we can only play out the endless patterns of this incarnation and have far fewer glimpses of a better world that we might be using our creative energies towards manifesting.   The fusion of mind-body-spirit energies are far more challenging to imagine, much less create. Those are our flashes and glimpses our hearts yearn for.

When the great seers of light were asked how to attain heaven, or bliss, or whatever name you use, their answers were all basically the same expressed in different ways, with different wordings.

Focus on your bliss, access your bliss, follow your bliss, live your bliss in word and deed with and for others is my practice. My gifts changed and I changed in that practice.

I've walked so many of your paths, I've searched endlessly for more knowledge, better ways to use my gifts, how to help more people than my physical being could handle.

In the end, the answer we are all searching for has just been lying  patiently waiting to be discovered and used in and by our hearts.

And I for one am still trying to truly understand the full meaning in all of that. Knowing what's real and what's not hasn't done one bit to decrease my own human failings and wailings but I've gotten better at turning them around, over and over and over again...

It's that simple and that endlessly  complex. Love all of you and all of our endless koan like riddles, conversations and discussions!

 


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From @coyote on 10/27/19 under MY NDE

https://www.jeannemayell.com/community/understanding-prediction-and-consciousness/my-nde/#post-18077

I've mentioned on this forum that I had an NDE (near death experience), but I've never shared the details or put down the experience in writing. Part of my NDE involved seeing a very hopeful vision of my personal future (and perhaps the collective future), and now that decidedly positive changes have started to act upon my life, spirit has been telling me to share my experience as a way of guaranteeing those positive developments for both myself and others. This community seems like the most natural place to do that. So here goes (this is a long one).

Some necessary background. In 2014 I began experiencing pronounced difficulties as a result of neurofibromatosis type II (NF2). The big issue was brain surgery which resulted in sudden hearing loss in my left ear, but I was also increasingly contending with disequilibrium (poor balance) and muscle atrophy in parts of my body. I had begun my undergraduate studies in fall of 2013 at a small university in a beautiful rural setting, both of which I fell in love with, and all of these challenges were a huge blow to how I had previously imagined my life unfolding. I persisted at my university, but I closed myself off from meaningful friendship. And without being aware of it, I began employing various temporary measures to ward off depression, including taking a semester off from college to volunteer on small organic farms throughout New England.

In October 2016 I finally exhausted these measures and fell into a deep depression, but I didn't tell anyone. Four months later I almost tried to kill myself, after which I spent 18 days in the hospital undergoing psychiatric care. Over the next two months, which I spent at home with my parents In Connecticut, I was feeling better, but I was still in the "aura" of depression. Then, on Easter Sunday, I had a grand mal seizure. It turned out the seizure was an aftereffect of a brain surgery I underwent the previous December. I spent 1 night in the hospital after the seizure and was back exercising at the gym within a few days.

Here's the NDE proper. Two weeks after the seizure, I went to bed and started feeling a sharp pain at the back of my chest whenever I inhaled. As the pain increased, a voice seemed to be telling me to get out of bed, get dressed, and wake up my parents, because something important was about to happen. In fact, I didn't seem to be in complete control of my own movements as I roused myself; it was like I was being guided. It was after midnight, but the moment I turned on the lights in the hallway, my mom came out my parents bedroom because she sensed something was up (mother's intuition). As i stood in the hallway and told her about the pain, I became increasingly panicked and suddenly passed out. When I regained consciousness after about 30 seconds, my dad had already called an ambulance and I didn't have the strength to get off the floor. My vision was also different. The overhead lights seemed otherworldly in a way, and I could see what looked like sparks and electrical currents in the air. Meanwhile, the spiritual presence that spoke to me when the pain in my chest first started was a lot more powerful. I could also anticipate each new moment. I was able to sense the arrival of the EMTs before they announced themselves, and I could read the profound distress racing through my parents' minds.

When the EMTs did finally come through the front door and started walking up the stairs, the sparks and electrical currents in the air coalesced into what I can only describe as a rotating pattern at the edge of my line of sight. And then I received a vision: I saw myself crouched alone in an agricultural field at the edge of a forest under golden sunlight. I looked much more robust and physically substantial, and I was decked out in rugged outdoors gear. It was almost like all of the damage NF2 had done to my body had been reversed. The field I was working in looked biodynamic and was planted with a diversity of trees, bushes, and crops. I was joyous and completely at ease; I was tending to all of those plants and they were tending my health in return. There was a strong association between the vision and the 30s number range, meaning the vision I was seeing was of me in my 30s or that the vision was from the 2030s (either way, I turn 35 in 2030). Spirit seemed to be telling me that despite all of the challenges and despair I had been through, this vision would be my future if I persisted.

I never left my body or lost consciousness, so this vision was superimposed on what was going on around me. The EMTs loaded me onto a special chair they used to carry me down the stairs, and I even cracked a joke so that my parents would be less concerned (the spiritual presence told me to make a joke for my parents' benefit, and my dad at least cracked up). By the time we were outside and I was loaded onto a stretcher and into the amblance, the vision of me in the field was gone, but the peace and joy of that vision was still very much present. I knew everything would be fine, and that's when the rotating electricity at the edge of my vision started to impart knowledge of its own. I understood that the rotating energy field was a glimpse of the spiral nature of the universe. Everything in the universe is coordinated and works in cyclical patterns. While things will renew and return to origins in the course of those cycles, the universe is always advancing towards a new destination, "spiraling" to new experiences and discoveries for discovery's sake. And there are nested cycles within larger cycles, and cycles within those cycles, like a Mandelbrot set. Even the turbulence of my life at that point and the turbulence and ugliness of the world were purposefully building up towards a more beautiful whole with implications that went well beyond humanity or planet Earth. I understood all of this with each passing moment in the back of the ambulance on the way to the hospital as if I were hooked up to an IV of knowledge, and I could only keep on repeating "oh, wow!" over and over in my mind.

I could also feel my depression melting away. Having seen my potential future and being gifted with so much spiritual knowledge, I had no desire to die at all, and I could feel the cells in my body begin to mobilize for healing. It then occurred to me; what if I didn't want to live? I realized that the universe was giving me a choice, and that If I really wanted to, I could shift my energy in the opposite direction and I would die right there in the ambulance, and that would be fine. The universe had alternate plans in that event. But I never considered it. I still didn't know why I was in pain, nor did the EMTs, but I decided then and there that I would do whatever it took to get better.

After they ran a few tests on me in the hospital, we were finally able to figure out that I had an advanced case of pneumonia and that I must have aspirated on saliva when I had my seizure two weeks earlier. At first they wanted to operate on my lungs, but I absolutely refused, and I even got out of bed and stormed out of the ward in my hospital gown just to make the point that I was not so sick that I needed surgery (the same spirit guides who led me through my NDE told me I needed to make a scene in order to demonstrate my vitality). So after two days they discharged me with an infusion kit and a port in my arm so that I could administer antibiotic fluids myself from home. After three weeks of diligently administering antibiotics every 6 hours, I was free of pneumonia. But what I really want to write about is the first full day I was home from the hospital, which was May 1st (May Day). It was magical. It was sunny with ice blue skies, but the moon was visible, and the temperature was perfectly poised so that I barely registered any sense of temperature at all. I felt like I had grown several inches, and it seemed like a veil had been removed from my eyes, all of the colors were so much brighter and acute. As I walked around outside, I felt all of my spiritual helpers congratulating me for navigating the gauntlet.

It's been exactly 30 months to the day since my NDE, and the universe keeps sending me energy so that I'm moving forward. Through the profound kindness and understanding of my professors, it pushed me to complete my undergrad honors thesis when I wanted to give up and just be done with college. Through a series of dreams this past summer, it pushed me to submit the application for the job I currently have, and if not for those dreams I wouldn't be living in a new state surrounded by new people (which is exactly what I need). One of the more out-of-the-blue transformational experiences I've had in the past 2 and half years occurred last fall, when I was completing my studies in upstate New York. Through the campus chaplain, with whom I had been visiting regularly, I found out that there was a trained shaman who lived just down the road and performed soul capture ceremonies informed by Native American cosmology. She did a soul capture for me, and that's how I found out that my totem animal is coyote. That eventuality led me to the "Coyote Trilogy" of books by the doctor and healer Lewis Mehl-Madrona. One of the centerpieces of Mehl-Madrona's "coyote medicine" is the power of storytelling, and that's why I've been up past midnight writing this novel of a post. When we share our stories with open-minded individuals, we validate those stories and make them come true. So telling this story of my health struggles and my NDE validate those experiences while also making the future I saw in my NDE vision more possible. On one level, what I saw is personal; being free of the depredations of NF2. At the same time, though, I saw a healthier Earth and a more mindful, cooperative way of living with our environment that benefits the health of both the planet and the human collective. That's what we all want.


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From @triciact on 10/30/19 under 11:11, Pennies, Rainbows, and Other Symbolic Signs from the Heavens

When my husband's mother died in 1994, we were driving back from NY to CT and we were on I84 going up the hill past exit 16. It was 1:00am, and I had rested my head on the front passenger window and woken up. There was a clear sky and a large moon (waning gibbous) and no one on the highway behind us. I looked up at the sky and saw my mother in law with 3 angels! They all had on different color beautiful robes, and one angel was on her right side, one hooked her arm on her left and one had their hand gently guiding her back toward a beam of light from behind.  I told my husband "you won't believe what I'm seeing right now" (my husband is not a "religious" man).  My husband said "OMG you are seeing it too!?!!?". Wow. he actually stopped the car in the left lane on the highway and we both watched his mother with the angels go to the light.

I have other angel stories but that was the clearest most visual one that a "non believer" actually witnessed too (for a change lol)!  So when people ask me "Do you believe in Angels?" I always tell them that story.


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Posted by @bright-opal on 10/17/2019 in Light workers on Earth as a Character in a Novel

@pacosurfer I once saved someone's life.  How you ask?  I smiled at them.  I didn't know them, I never saw them again, yet I saved their lives because I smiled at them.  

I heard someone on the radio share his story about depression.  He told the story about how he was on his way to a bridge, high suspended bridge, and was seriously thinking of jumping off.  He said what stopped him from doing it was a stranger in the street who smiled at him.  Since then, I try to smile whenever I see someone, because I might be saving someone's life, or at the very least make their day.  Every time someone returns my smile, it makes me feel amazing because their smiles made my day.

I once asked my mother what it was nun did.  She said their mission was to help people, to help the poors.  I asked her what about the cloistered nuns, they aren't helping anyone.  She said they help most of all by praying for the world.  There is this nun my mom goes to every now and then and request her help for prayers.  I think she has a batphone connected directly to God's office, I swear.  

When I was hospitalized for depression, the psychiatrist said it was because I didn't have a social circle, I wasn't sociable enough.  Are you kidding me?!?!  Everyday I was managing between 40 and 50 people, talking to them all the time, meeting with them one on one, coaching them, helping them, my co-workers and my friends.  Amd I loved every minutes of it.  But once I got home, the last thing I needed was more people around me, they are "energy vampires".  So I threw him out of the room and requested a new psychiatrist.  I got the appropriate treatment and got a life back.

My entourage keep telling me to make more of an effort to meet people.  I keep telling them social settings drain me of all my energy.  Although I spend most of my time at home, it doesn't mean I do nothing.  I help and contribute to society in my own way.  

I am writing a novvel, and I'm the main character.  Each chapter is my own, however boring or exciting it might seem to others.  What matters is that I decide what I want it to be.  It took a lot of therapy to get here and it is still a challenge.  We all need to find what it is that make us feel good.  Because what makes us feel good is often what we are meant to be, meant to do.  

So if reading a book is what makes you feel good, then read it, because you will use it in the near future to help someone.  If watching cartoons make you feel good then watch them, you will learn something from them.  It is up to you to find what is right for you.  I hope participating to this forum is one of the things you enjoy and makes you feel good, because you bring us all a lot of good.

So my suggestion to you would be this: take some time off trying to find the meaning of life and what you are here to do.  When you do something you feel good doing, when you do something that seems right to you, that is what you are here to do.  And deep down, you know what those things are, you just need to take the time to meditate on you to have a better understanding of you.  Trust yourself.

I hope this helps.  I know writing it helped me a lot.  Trust yourself because you inner compast is a good one, it is sound.


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Posted by @Coyote on January 9 2020 Thank you: Now Everything Changes  

Hi all. I apologize for starting another solipsistic thread while this situation in the Middle East continues to chaotically unfold. I know many of you are scared sick. But “matters” within my life have been rapidly falling into place since the New Year, and I need to share those developments here. They’re too big for just my personal journal. In fact, when I put pen to paper last night, all I wrote was “now everything changes.

Time for a story.

The week before Christmas, I took the train into Boston for a follow-up appointment with my new neurologist at Mass General Hospital. My neurologist exclusively treats patients who have been diagnosed on the neurofibromatosis spectrum, which encompasses 3 similar tumor-growth disorders of the nervous system: NF2 (what I have); NF1 (the most widespread of the 3); and schwannomatosis (the rarest of the 3). When I arrived at his office, I was upbeat. I felt an energy of optimism I had never brought to a doctor’s office, a feeling that soon something significant would change for the better in my life.

A few minutes after I sat down in the waiting room, two more patients—both young men (unrelated) and accompanied by their parents—checked in and sat down in the row of chairs opposite me. One looked a couple years younger than me, the other a few years older, and I could immediately tell that they had NF1. That’s because they both had visible plexiform neurofibromas, which is a type of tumor that’s specific to NF1. Plexiform neurofibromas cause gradual disfiguration of soft tissue and, occasionally, underlying bones, over the course of years. Because of the way they insinuate themselves into surrounding tissue, they are inoperable (aside: I volunteered for 2 weeks in 2014 and 2015 at a summer camp for children with NF1, so I’m intimately familiar with these things). The older patient had a neurofibroma on his head that was disfiguring half of his face. The younger patient had a neurofibroma on his right leg that was causing his tibia to bend to an extent that he needed combined arm and leg braces in order to walk (again, I’ve seen this in the kids I’ve worked with).

I could also tell, just by looking at their eyes and the way they carried themselves, that they were suffering profoundly on a spiritual level. I could see the hurt of repeated disappointment, of being stared at in public, of constantly being told that there wasn’t much to be done about their condition except to “watch and wait.” I recognized that suffering because I used to be in the same position not so long ago.

In my encounters at the NF1 camp, I had many instances of deep compassion and wanting the people in front of me to “get better” in a passive sense: I hope the doctors find a cure for you; that sort of thing. But those two young men I saw in Boston three weeks ago elicited a soul response I have never experienced. I desperately wanted to heal them, to actively make their tumors go away. I wanted to use everything I had been learning about narrative medicine, nature therapy, interpersonal healing, and energy healing in order to show them that there was more than the single story of their disease that the biomedical establishment had been telling them.

I thought A LOT about those two patients over the holidays, but it wasn’t until last weekend, when I was reading chapter 6 of Joanna Macy’s book, Active Hope, that everything started clicking. In that chapter she discusses how some of us will hear our calls to act for the world. She writes: “There will be times when we become alerted to an issue and experience an inner call to respond…We can experience our call to action in many different ways. Sometimes…we just know, even if we’re not sure how, that we need to be somewhere, do something, or contact a particular person…Just as we experience the Earth crying within us as pain for the world, we can experience the earth thinking within us as a guiding impulse pulling us in a particular direction.” Well, that’s exactly what happened to me in Boston. I encountered the key codes that activated my healer impulse, and it took Joanna Macy’s words for all of the visions and intuition Spirit has been sending me since 2017 to assemble into a coherent life path, and it’s this:

Beginning this coming autumn, after my service with AmeriCorps ends, I will be working in jobs that involve physical outdoor labor, but with people and endeavors that appreciate what it means to nurture Gaia (perhaps therapeutic or biodynamic farms). I’ve already become aware of places in the Bay State that meet this bill. My tumors will shrink, I will grow physically stronger, and my sense of hearing will improve as I further integrate marginal healing/esoteric practices into my own particular story of what it means to be alive now. Eventually some like-minded individuals and I will establish an intentional community centered on a therapeutic garden/farm (this is what I saw in my NDE), and people will come to us for physical healing.

But my focus will not be to make physical illness go away as an end unto itself. By directing people to nurture the land while also helping them craft the stories of being their souls tell them to be true, I will also be doing my part to purge globalized culture of the myth of separation. The myth of separation is the underlying cause of all the darkness we see in the world now. Over the course of millennia, ever since palace elites set up the first state granaries in Sumer and Shang Dynasty China, we’ve been convincing ourselves that we are apart from nature, and this delusion has bled into almost all of our institutions (including in healthcare, where the Cartesian paradigm of mind's separation from matter still reigns supreme). We’re convinced that competition and scarcity are the default of existence on this planet, when really Gaia wants to bless us with her ever-renewing abundance. The people who seek me out will be returning home not just with vibrantly healthy bodies; but with a renewed understanding that their souls are radically linked to all living things. This biophilic sense of interconnection is the wellspring of enduring health, joy, and contentment.

I know all of these steps in my future journey can come to pass because of something else Joanna Macy writes about following our call to action: “When we share our cause with others, allies appear; synergy occurs. And when we act for causes larger than ourselves, the larger community for whom we do this will be acting through us.” I already see this synergy happening all the time in this forum. We’re all lightworkers, sharing our causes of living through this profoundly draining period of transition. And we’ve kept each other going. Remember how frightening and scary things were 3 years ago? But this community has only continued to reach new heights.  

You’ve all kept me going and helped me reach new heights. A lot had to happen just for me to end up in a new city at the precise date and time so that I was face-to-face with the 2 suffering strangers who unleashed my soul’s memory of why I came to this world, why I’ve kept trudging through so much sh*t. And I’m sure one of the active ingredients in that alchemy was the love and wisdom everyone on this site shares so freely. I’ve been deliriously happy all week, but last night, when the full realization of all of this mutual support hit home, my mood went to another level. I was laugh-crying, singing out loud, stomping my feet to the music coming from my speakers while I cooked dinner: Oh my God, I’ve made it, and so many people helped me. So THANK YOU, everyone: @jeanne-mayell@vestralux@lovendures@cc21, @michele-b-here-in-the-forum, @unk-p., @laura-f., @lilinoe@cindy@deetoo@triciact@bright-opal@baba@codyroo, and so many, many more. I'll let Natalie Merchant express the rest of my gratitude:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LR6PV-Irv7s

It's 6 am here in the Dawnland (New England) without a cloud in the sky. Which means that in about 70 minutes, I will walk outside and greet Father Sun as he blesses a new day. I will ask for healing for myself and for the collective. Then, as I further absorb the first light, I will ask for help to send special healing energy to two strangers I may never see again, but who changed my life nonetheless. 


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I’d like to nominate my favorite post which I’ve commented on before, from Zoron and Jeanne: under US Predictions, Bernie Sanders and Elizabeth Warren Things are stirring 10/24/2017, although it might’ve just changed with the recent feud….here’s an excerpt:

Hi Crew!. Zoron comments on Sanders. Yes, Jeanne is right. I did NOT say sanders would win. in fact, if you read very carefully, between the lines, its clear that this is very much in the balance. (but we have 36 months to go to election day) At the moment, (I have decided to be clear about this) He does not win. but by god, does he give the Repugs a run for their money. But, I am not saying that he cannot win, as nd if the events twist and turn over the next 36 months. Jeanne has nailed it, quite sharply. The forces of corruption against him, in both parties, are huge. But he forces open the gates. The 2020 Government will be one of horror, as they stumble from one disaster to the other. (There is a 40% chance of Bernie winning at the moment, this will later change, either way.) Jeanne has been VERY accurate in her viewings. I also have to say that there are serious security issues, surrounding both Warren, and Sanders. They get through, but it will demonstrate how evil are the forces against them. 

At dawn today, I did my waking meditation, then scryed Noam Chomsky. Oh, fascinating. He has a role, in 2020 and the run-up. he is out there, tearing around the united states, like a madman, campaigning for Bernie. he is astonishing. 

 


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This is by Zoron.  Some time in 2017.

I was away with large amounts of illness and personal stress. I have only recently recovered from a very bad chest infection, plus other bugs. Am feeling a bit wobbly, but back on my feet. (it happens with age).

So in the meantime, I have been reading everything posted on here, and keeping up with things. World events have been going on, and growing more surreal by the week.

In my entire life, I have not seen anything like the present political/social/economic crisis that is now happening, not just in USA, but worldwide. it is unique. It is also the beginnings of what has been written on here, by a number of us, who peer through the mist and murk, and see what is coming.

Certainly, we are all in for a rough time, but also a time of transformation.
America is only part of this transformation. It is global. In less than a hundred years, we have globalized, become one single global culture, and unified our economies on a scale never seen before. In all the turmoil, now happening, we overlook the fact that this has happened. It has. Whereas previously, every country was isolated from each other, to a greater or lesser extent, we are now in a very new ball game.

In this new global society, America is totally plugged in, whether people like it or not. This applies to all the other large countries. In the meantime, events move on, and something new is being created, at great speed, and almost uncontrolled. There is a transformation of our global society into something else, a super-society, a global nervous system of the internet, trade, idea swapping, etcetera.  It really is the almost science fiction society of the future I saw as a child. It is more like “BladeRunner”, than paradise. But there it is. We are here, we are in it.

This is why so much of what is posted on here has an amazing awareness of international events, global change, climate, etc. Just as many people in other countries, are doing the same. So what we are doing on here has global sharing, and impact. I am not located in the USA. I am in Europe.

But everything I say resonates in America, and elsewhere, also vice versa. The problem is that this creates, in the higher educated class, an awareness everywhere of what is happening everywhere, and everything that the ruling elites do is now mercilessly exposed. What is also exposed is the general levels of incompetence, stupidity, and lack of principle under which many of the elite operate. Everywhere. It is called the “Online”. So the system has the potential in it for feed-back, and change. It is going to need it. Interestingly, we are part of this change.

What we are doing on this website is rather different though.

Three hundred years after the Witches of Salem, its street legal now in America!  Also, the “Online” gives us a reach unimaginable previously.

This site, I discover, is now hovering in the “Ratings” at number 2 or 3 in the list of online psychic sites. We are getting around 2000 plus hits a day, (that's nudging three-quarters of a million a year) but we expect to double that over this year. (I suspect that is probably a conservative estimate).

We also have a unique take: We are non-profit, public service, not interested in celebrity schmaltz, etc, and Hollywood gossip. We are also amazingly accurate. If we were a think tank, we would be on a Washington contract!  No Drek! 

All this has happened, spontaneously, (with liberal sprinklings of fairy dust) and not even in a particularly organised way. It was the people on here who did this, flying on intuition. We have Jeanne to thank for all this.

What is now interesting is the way it is growing:

We have all seen the movie: “Minority report”. Well, we are now a sort of “Majority Report”. (LOL).

We really are predicting the future. Our numbers of hits are amazing. We are massively above chance. Also, the threads on here are evolving, responding to the vibe, and close to the point. 

It is a given now, that the World Climate issue we are reporting on here is in general outline, accurate. In the day job, I am a scientist, who works part time on climate change, (so is in the loop) plus green energy, organic food and permaculture, etc….so it is strange for me to see on here, accurate reports on future climate change that are from the “Aether”, not science journals. Kinda interesting though. So I hope that this is going to increase on here, because what we are actually doing is something new: “Psychic Journalism.”.

We are “Majority report”. Amazing. 


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Bless you for reminding all of us of @zoron and some of the amazing insights and posts he wrote. 

He always recognized the huge potential and power of all of us present and of your site, As you know, I miss that crazy mad scientist as strange as many of his future predictions seemed at the time, 

We've all been a bit crazy mad over the experiences we've witnessed in the past three years of IMPOTUS, but just look how amazingly far we've all come and all of the gems and treasures who've joined us here now!

Forever grateful to @vestraluxe for that gem of an acronym of IMPOTUS.  Just the energy I and all of us needed truly truly 🤣 For he and they have no power over me and thee. We are the minority report in the upcoming majority report 😊

 


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Posted by @vestralux on 12/12/2019 in The Unraveling of Donald Trump

I don't know about y'all, but I'm betting some of you have an Uncle Bertrand in your family. Imagine him as a collective archetype, if you will. He's the one that still lives out in the bayou—I'm talking in the middle of a swamp—because the man distrusts the government, is suspicious of toll roads, or anything larger than a convenient store for grocery shopping. (He eats a lot of SPAM and catfish.) Maybe Uncle Bertrand has surprisingly new anti-war opinions, or a gentle manner with dogs, but he's 100% convinced the Earth is flat and the moon landing was faked by "them Jews out there in Hollywood."

Worse, Bertrand is convinced that people of color, religious minorities, and the entire LGBTQIA+ rainbow are, categorically, pedophiles, most of whom, he's dead certain, are involved in "Satanic practices," headed up by the Clintons and sanctioned by Obama (who is worse than Satan, apparently). 

Never one to play to type, Uncle Bertrand is somehow both aggressively anti-social and a board member of his local Chamber of Commerce. He has founded, operated, and successfully sold off a string of title loan companies. He "plays the stock market" and heavily donates to the NRA. Bonafide lifelong member.

Now, every few years when someone gets married or drops dead, you run into Uncle Bertrand. He demands too much time and attention, drinks too much Southern Comfort, behaves inappropriately toward young female relatives (which everyone either laughs off or chooses to ignore), and then—without fail—regales all in his presence with an unbridled rage about the new "lady sheriff" as well as a string of over-the-top conspiracy theories.

But most of this is an act; the man is a troll. He has a dark fascination with absurdity and literally gets off on dominating and intimidating "the weak." (Bertrand is a diehard Social Darwinist.) 

If you haven't seen him in a few years, maybe you managed to forget about Uncle Trickster's antics. That's your first mistake. His aim is to hypnotize you into a stupor of angst and frustrated ill-at-ease-ness. The more upset you become, the more energy you send in his direction, which means the less you have in reserve.And the weaker you are, the easier you are to feed on.

If you insist on fighting back with facts, getting yourself all riled up and indignant, you're just throwing scientific rationalism at him like undercooked spaghetti at a brick wall. See, everywhere he goes, he warps spacetime and that kind of distortion is infectious. 

Bertrand wins power by making the people around him feel anything other than in control, anything other than consciously—especially humorously!—aware. 

The Cajun uncle in this scenario is an allegory for DJT, the (alt-of-right) GOP, and Faux News, which have taken over the party like a mind virus for which there is presently no remedy. But it's all the bluff and bluster and aggro-spiral spin machine conspiracy bs.

Right, we know that.

The purpose of it is to depress and intimidate the consciousness of the populous—to manufacture defeatism and fear and confusion. Because when enough people feel that low, vibrationally speaking, it benefits their agenda.

Together, we generate a morphic field. However it is that we're thinking and feeling t o g e t h e r creates a powerful resonance, which has creative potency. And if we're not using that potency to our advantage, we can be sure that they are. I mean to say that morphic resonance (enough people all feeling and thinking similarly) literally creates consensus reality. And those guys know damn well the shade of blue that's just over the horizon, so they're pulling out every stop to alter the timeline, even if it destroys their own country. 

Best thing we can do: Take heart. Laugh. Kiss a baby and put our bare feet on the Earth. And for goodness sake, pull our attention away from the bad news machines regularly and often. Stop allowing the headlines or the talking heads to dictate the field. We're in the heat of an intense astrological event that feels like new gravity. It is breaking open every corrupted, outmoded, self-oriented cog in our systems and institutions. It's up to us what we do with them when that happens.  So, if you're feeling head pain or pressure, joint stress, or your body just feels heavier than usual, or if you find yourself worrying a lot more about security and resources, just breathe. It'll pass.  

 

 

P.S. Like Bannon and Miller, many of these guys believe in the so-called "Fourth Turning," a (questionable) generational theory of time cycles which suggests that we are marching toward global financial crisis, climate crisis, oil and water wars, and WWIII—all by 2025. And they want desperately to be on top to reshape the order of things after the fall. 


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01/23/2020 6:17 pm  

Posted by @journeywithme2 on 1/19/2020 in What Can We Know About Evil?

I must relay an experience I had .... in my early 20's. I was a single struggling mother in 1978 and fell in love with a young man... who had much Light and Dark in him. I was naive but did not remain that way. I truly believe now at this point in my life that he and I have shared many lifetimes together. He was a Scorpio and I am a Libra... suffice to say it was an INTENSE relationship.... that I ended after about 5 years. This is background to explain the experience that came after. He and I had been "broken up" for a good bit of time... when , at work one day... I was compelled to go buy the AJC for a quarter and look up obituaries. I had to borrow the quarter to do that. I immediately flipped to the obits and read of his father's death 2 days prior. I felt my Soul tell me ..see.. it was real..and yes.. it happened. What happened you say? Two nights previously... I awoke in my bed to "see" it in flames...unable to move...then? I looked through to see his father...sitting there in the flames... coming to tell me he was leaving and he had died, by his own hand, and was going to Hell but that he wanted to tell me he loved me to please take his son back in to my life. I sadly told him I can not do that ..as much as loved his son.. I have a child to raise...it won't work and I owe this child better than that. He smiled sadly and said he knew...he just had to ask. My spirit came out of my body to sit by his spirit at the foot of my bed as we talked and he looked at me tearfully. As we had talked the flames had disappeared but he said he had to go now and they began to rise again. I knew this is because he thought he had to go to Hell because of the bad things he had done. I told him ..you know you don't have to go there right? My "hand" raised to point out a Light shining brightly against a night sky full of stars... and I said to him.... You can go there... they are waiting for you... its all forgiven ... its all love. He hugged me and said how? I said ..." You just let yourself go to the Light" and poof he was gone. I awoke..able to move and my mouth was dry as I thought to myself... WHOA .. that was some more "nightmare" until I bought that newspaper and read his obit at work the next day.  It was a real experience just as real as when I died and came back at the age of 18. I don't pretend to know how things work? I only know.... that we ARE loved beyond measure...regardless and that what we may do? is not necessarily.. who we are. I apologize for writing a novelette... but some one that reads these pages... needed to hear that.


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01/23/2020 6:33 pm  

@coyote

Wow, Coyote, thank you so much for sharing this.  Somehow with all the focus on the impeachment trial, I had missed this amazing post by @Journeywithme2 .  Thank you both!

@JeanneMayell

I appreciate the look back at one of Zoron’s posts.  He was remarkable in many ways and I wish him well.


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01/23/2020 7:59 pm  

@coyote

Thank you  for sharing this here. @BlueBelle Thank you - I am glad that it resonated for you.

I see so many great posts here.... wish there was a "love" button!

I come here to read and share and grow Hope... much love and gratitude to all here who share and help me center myself in Love and Hope.


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01/27/2020 2:03 pm  

@journeywithme2

WOW so glad @coyote shared this experience of yours. I had not seen it before. THANK YOU!


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