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Selski
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« on: October 28, 2004, 10:57:16 » |
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I finished reading all of Robert Monroe's books recently and also have been reading Bruce Moen's website.
In the early hours of this morning, I had a most amazing experience which I would love to share with you.
Here it is.
I was dreaming and became semi-lucid during the dream. I was OBEing and going through doors and walls. I went into a room that was full of tables. Lots of people were sitting at the tables, chatting, drinking and seeming relaxed. However, the atmosphere was one of waiting. It was a huge waiting room.
My conscious brightened here as I realised I was here for a reason, to help someone move on. I moved through the room, looking for someone who was “out of sorts”. I saw a woman sat at a table on her own. I approached her and said, “Can I help you?” She was very hostile and said something like, “No, I’m fine on my own”. I moved away from her and as I did so, another person (young, male) went up to her to ask if he could help her.
Then I went to the other side of the room and out into a small corridor. There were a few people here, and I spotted a man stood on his own, who looked a bit lost. He had a bottle of beer in his hand.
I moved over to him and started a “general” conversation, along the lines of, “Hi, can I help you at all?”
He seemed quite genial and said, “I don’t really know, I don’t know what I’m doing here myself.”
I then moved back to the doorway by the waiting room and sat next to another man. I said to him, “It’s busy in there, isn’t it?” He responded, “It’s always like this in Las Vegas.” This really surprised me. “Las Vegas? We’re in Las Vegas?” I exclaimed. “Yes, it’s always busy here,” he said.
I moved back to the first man and said to him in a casual way, “Have you ever wanted to go to Las Vegas?” He shrugged and said, “Not really, no.”
Just then another young male came over and stood next to me. He had a blue t-shirt top on, a very distinct blue. His top stood out. He smiled and then said to me, “Oh, you’re not ready yet, sorry, I’ll just be milling around – call me when you need me.” At this comment, my conscious brightened and I realised he was the Helper who would take the first man onto the next “place”.
The Helper moved away, but within a comfortable distance. I could always see the blue colour out of the corner of my eye.
I then said to the man, “You were in the hospital yesterday, with some quite serious injuries, and today you are here. The doctors were doing their best to help you. Do you remember anything about how you got from there to here?” He looked at me, trying to remember, but shook his head. I then said, very gently, “Has it crossed your mind that perhaps you might have died?”
He looked at me for a while, absorbing the information. I sensed he wasn’t hostile to this thought. He then began talking to another woman who was by his side. I got the impression that she was his girlfriend in real life, who he was creating as a thought form. He was discussing the possibility of his death with her and she was agreeing that yes, perhaps, it was plausible, it would fit with what had happened.
All the time I was talking to the man, I was holding a large bunch of keys and while I was gesticulating with my hands, the keys were rattling.
Then another woman was stood by me. She was very different to his girlfriend and I got the impression she was related to him (sister?). She was full of grief and said to him, “Will you ask her (meaning me) why?” I wondered why she didn’t ask me directly, as I was standing right by her.
I said to her, “I haven’t got all the answers, because I’m only human too, but I believe that Mark needs to realise that he’s died before he is able to move on to the next place. Otherwise, he might stay here for a long time waiting for his friends to turn up.”
I have no idea how I knew his name, it just came out while I was saying it (like the fact that he was in hospital with horrendous injuries). No-one questioned the name (so I assume it was his name) and no-one asked me how I knew it!
Mark was still talking to his girlfriend, and I think they were coming round to accepting the fact that he had died.
Just then, I started “fading” and knew I was losing it. I called telepathically to the Helper that he must come now as I had to go.
I then woke up.
I believe that, had I not been reading about retrievals, I wouldn't have realised that the room was a waiting room, and my opportunity would have been missed.
I feel really honoured to have helped Mark move on, and a little awed.
However, I have a question for those knowledgeable at retrievals.
Why do the Helpers need us?
I understand why we need them, but not the other way round.
Oh, and another question, a bit selfish really, but does anyone know what the bunch of keys was about? They were very prominent.
Cheers
Sarah
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