Since finding ESMB on the net, for about a week I'm really enjoying reading posts/threads here. And since it becomes too much of a one way street drive, I thought about posting something and say "Hi". This thread altough asleep could do. So...
Hi everyone
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it's difficult for me to say what a "supernatural phenomena" is. It's so "normal" in some way, since my OTIII done about 25 years ago at Saint Hill, which for me was THE major level, and since then forever stable. So - I'd say for me "supernatural" (aside of Santana's album) would be something that I'd do in my life that would surprise ME... (other people keep on surprising me all the time)
Here it goes:
about 4-5 years ago (I don't know the exact date, as I erased this incident so as to not be "stuck in a win" or something silly of that sort) my ex-wife phones. She says 'our friend's boy, while they were on a visit in our country, fell down from the 1st floor and is in a hospital...' - 'our friends are feeling so affected by that incident', she says, so we decide to go and visit them there.
We arrive at the place. I'm told it happened 3 days ago, the boy, 3 yrs old is in a coma. Doctors say they don't know the issue, nothing broken but head and spine badly damaged, and say he might stay that way for days, months, ... or never recover. All the family mourning, "what if...?" "what if....?" some despair, our friends, the parents, have somehow partly a positive attitude.
And we go into the boy's room. Here lies his body, completely opposite to the lively, smiling, little buddha-like round small boy I used to know. No motion, no response, nothing... gosh!
After 30min of mourning or so our friends decide to go next room, separated from this one by a glass, to relax for a while. I stay alone with the boy in the room. Frankly - I had no intention at all at that moment. All I knew I was completely disagreeing with the situation. So I look around in the room, and then I find the "air" was a bit too "thick" for my taste. Unusually dense masses. So I just blow them away. All? no, as when the room was "clean" my attention goes... on to the boy's body... aha! some masses there too.... so I "invade" his body and "clean" all the masses inside. (Just like I would do with my body when I feel it needs some attention.) Left knee, left part of the brain, going along the spine... I was placing my hands above the body, at 10cm or so, to "finetune" into it.
When done, I relax a bit and get a "...what happened?..." into my space. (no words - this and the following is some kind of concepts, ideas, travelling) Startled, I notice it comes from the ceiling above the boy's head. Me "what are YOU doing up there???" answer "I dunno... ... ..."
OK ! I got it ! - me "so, what do you know about what happened before you ended up there"... you get the idea. We ran the whole incident. The boy was having a nap. When he was awake he wanted to see his mammy. Usually in his country at home when he goes out of his room he has to turn right, go through the corridor, and finds his mom there. Here he turned right as usual, but instead of a corridor there was a window, and as nothing would stop him from goinq to see mom he... yeah! he went through the window.
We ran it through to EP - cog, et al. Then I "said" - "look, everyone is unhappy about what occurred, you better step in into your body and continue being a little boy" Him "... ... but I don't know how to do that!!!" me "but you did it already - remember? when you did take up your body after birth? here I'm going to help you, TOUCH MY HANDS!" and I put my hands at his feet, and doing so I was feeling more and more HEAT there.
At this point his feet started moving, erratic, ticks then small falls, then... then nurse comes in. Me "the way his feet move, they should buy him a new bike when he's out... ..." And as the nurse looks at me with a blank stare, I point at the boy's feet. And - as the nurse rushes out of the room, I show a sign "thumbs up" to our friends at the other side of the glass in the other room.
At that point a nasty feeling is invading the room. Kind of an old lady, naughty, angry... - and just as I was indicating to her the direction of the maternity ward and "saying" to the boy "it's your body, take care of it and never let anyone interferring with it..." the nurse and a doctor come in.
Doctor out, friends and family come around, surrounding the bed. At this point... ah! the boy opens up his eyes. (sigh of relief!) and, although surrounded by his family in parents, his first stare is at me, locking his blue eyes straight with mine. I send him a "you're cool! you did a great job here" and I take a break.
Out in the park around the hospital I recall what just happened. I never "did" that before, I just knew back then when on staff a lady, a nurse, who after having completed her NOTS could relieve pain just touching the area lightly as a feather with her hands. She did that once in my presence to a very sceptical staff/friend of mine.
Here it was "intuitive" to me. It's like... when I go on stage with a band and my guitar, the only attention goes on the music played. Oh well, on girls too. But no time to THINK about or plan the notes being played. The thinking process is too slow, and if one thinks about the next notes - it's too late! Sometimes I listen to a concert we did record, THEN analyse my playing "... oh, nice, that 3 against 4 was cool, oh here I "stole" that Metheny or Scofield line, I should correct it... etc" but playing with the African or Latinos band it's useless. In real time the music has to just fly.
So here at that hospital it was very intuitive that way. And I was so much into it that I was unaware of the surroundings. And recalling I see the nurses with their bizarre look at me, especially when my hands were above the boy's body, whispering "who's that guy...?" and I consider - "oh my gawd! I might have disturbed some reality here, maybe even overwhelmed some!"
I rush into the hospital. Seeing the nurses I say "I really appreciate your job here! you're really taking care of the patients so well that even the boy has recovered..." than with friends "it's amazing what positive thinking can do, isn't it? you're all so great I was feeling all your kind thoughts from the other room" later on, the boy's mom looked at me straight into the eyes - "thank you" I replied "You're lucky, you have a wonderfull, very strong boy, who was feeling all the love poured into his direction which helped him to recover"
Talking with the parents I asked about the boy's room. Yes, the corridor IS on the right side when going out. I explained to them what "possibly" could have occurred.
2 months later I got a call from the boy's mom. She said all was well. Except for one thing - sometimes, only sometimes, the boy is being naughty, has anger fits for no reason at all ("Damn'd, that old lady...!") I said he'll do fine, just give him a lot of activities so he can exercise full control on his body.
Voilà ;-) ... long text, but don't worry here, I don't write usually so much, lol. This one was partly on my hard drive, as once it was e-mailed to a friend, I just edited it slightly with the present time pov.
Pierrot
Pierrot
I love my Dad. I miss him, but he is able to come see me anytime he wants now. He is taking a break. Deciding on his next project.
