I spend some time this afternoon cleaning out our garage, stirring up memories and opening up chi energy flow. It’s hardly done, but it’s progress. After that, I take a 25-minute mind flight, using the device to produce a light & sound. Behind my eyelids, flashing lights produce kaleidoscopes of color. Sometimes, the patterns dissolve into bright images and landscapes.
I connect with your presence in a swishing & swirling field of tall white light fibers. We are consumed into them. I imagine this is the field mentioned in the book. I sense you are still my husband, but your greater being goes by a different name. I understand we are lovers and friends beyond space and time. I hear the word Bashar and perhaps you’re aware that I’ve recently tuned into teachings from Seth & Bashar. It’s not the first time I’ve listened to channeled spirits and I believe it’s true, albeit controversial.
You tell me that channeling intrigues you. I ask you if you’d like me to channel you, your thoughts and observations, through automatic writing. I remind you that I can touch type, and don’t need my eyes open to record your thoughts. You tell me you are intrigued; once you figure the best way to make a sustainable connection, and prepare what you want to say, we may try. In the meantime, I tell you that I’ve found several folders of your writings from decades ago. I ask if I should publish any of it for you and you tell me, “no.” I ask again and still, “no.” Your new writings will be far superior to your younger ramblings, you say. Okay.
When I ask to see the door, I am taken to the ocean, down into the water to a depth of 20 – 40 feet. To the left is a small, dark wood, arched door to an underwater cave. Upon pressing through, I am thrust upwards on a shaft of light into a watery shallow… maybe 10-15 feet, clear water, and we swim for a bit, you and me. I hear you, but cannot see you. Hexagons of light shimmer on the smooth grey bottom. It reminds me of our beloved swimming pool, and the many days we spent together in our “think tank” as we called it, enjoying nature, meaningful conversations, and glasses of wine. You are considering this “quantum think tank” as a place we can connect for writing.
Soon, I’m on the shore and I see something similar to this poster that hung in my bedroom when we first met. I focus on the two of us on the shore by the fire, and then the scene becomes a wide aerial, and I sense you pulling away into the sky and becoming every star… your face on every star. I feel sadness being apart from you now. Tears fall. You say, “You’re my girl” and remind me that we are merely on hiatus. We will meet again. Until then, I am going to have a full and meaningful second act in life, with new places, relationships, lessons, and accomplishments. Not to worry.
I ask what has been happening in our home with our smart lights, the network, wi-fi, printers, and other tech issues going awry. I sense you want to help us but haven’t found the way. I ask about the network and you try to direct me to a drawer in our office and your password keeper. Okay. I’m glad our bedroom lights stopped flickering for now.