Although I was aware of the blast destruction late Tuesday night before bed, I held off my conscious projection until 7am Wednesday, although I am always aware of what might have occurred during the night while asleep. With me that’s always a given and you can’t drive yourself crazy trying to recall it all. Well you can, but I wouldn’t advise it. Whether assisting on the lower levels or enjoying the pleasures of the paradise levels, one needs to keep at least one foot on the ground here. That we be fully human our days need to unfold without too many distractions like that. It is now noon Wednesday and I am working from notes scribbled this morning.
I found myself in that misty twilight area that is the borderland between the worlds. My first encounters were with the ‘sleeping/unconscious’ astral bodies of two women who floated by me unawares. Such are often in and around this territory, wars or no wars. They will “wake up’ eventually, but there is no hurrying them.
Then I focus on an area of ‘rubble’, sensing it’s a mental construction, an unconscious expectation of those who died in the physical version of it. I imagine it ‘not there’, and it disappears bit by bit, revealing more underneath. Eventually I see several adults and children ‘crawling from the wreckage’, standing up and shaking off ‘the daze’. Some are quickly aware of my presence and the others I notify telepathically. I quickly create a ‘bubble’ that we are all inside and effect a shift, an instant transfer, and we arrive at a reasonable facsimile of a refugee camp, tents in lines, open fires with pots suspended, children running around. My group is met and disperses. I disappear and reappear at the rubble piles, trying at first to neutralize the vibes of terror and trauma floating about, like clouds you feel rather than see.
Then I notice, about 100 yards away, what looks like an intact building that could easily be a part of the hospital miraculously undamaged. I ‘know’ it was quickly created, probably just hours ago, by experienced astral guides who can manifest such structures in moments, such is their design/architectural knowledge. (there’s dead architects just like dead everyone else). Distance vision as I stand there is clear: it is like a large lounge area and cafeteria where the walking dead, dopey with shock, are being catered to/looked after. An ‘aspect’ of ‘me’ detaches and moves there, acting the part of a worker moving around asking folks how they are and Can I get you anything? Some ask for certain items, like water, bread, coffee and sweet snacks for children, and I oblige by going over to a serving hatch, behind which are helpers looking like kitchen staff, manifesting just what I ask for. I notice the bread is still warm and smelling fresh from the oven and some of the water is actually a Perrier look- alike.
Meanwhile the original aspect of ‘me’ continues efforts in the dismantling of ‘rubble’ by imagining it ‘not there’. Some corpses do not stir and I assume their spirits have already moved on. Others come to life and movement and I direct them to the lounge/cafeteria just over the way, knowing that they’ll be taken care of until they are ready to move up a level and know for sure they are dead.
Another aspect of ‘me’ seems to be exploring the astral version of the destroyed hospital and finding some areas, like wards and lounges that are still whole and functioning. Not created by helpers but kept in place by victims who died instantaneously and did not realise what had occurred, assuming everything was going on as before, you know patients, nurses, cleaners etc. Having experienced this in other smaller explosions I get it and know that this can sustain itself for quite some ‘time’. Exactly how unconscious expectations can sustain an environment that is actually ‘not there’ is another mysterious aspect of our consciousness, much like the telepathy that one experiences with spirits of many nations and languages. One operates with confidence but without full understanding.
I am being reminded as I write that some of you reading this are actually helping out during sleep but choose, so far, not to remember. Suggestion: pay attention to those vague images and recalls popping up from time to time.
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