01-21-2009, 02:44 AM
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Avalon Senior Member
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Re: An unusual dream my sister had
very interesting burgundia ... a few things to write about this dream ...
in my own experiences, i have been both pulled up to and into the vortex and a couple of times thereafter, i have gone through it ... have been told the vortex is the eye of the needle ... to higher dimensions ...
i know the experiences for me are for my teaching, preparation ...
in various ways, i die in 3d ... then i experience entering the eye of the needle ... ensure i know what that feels like to get to that point ...
then when observing my self, i realize i am ok, however i died to get there ... i am actually ok ...
the times i have travelled through entirely ... the vortex experience is the swirling of different colors but i get spit out into white only ...
what it feels like to be there is nothing that can be experienced in 3d ... it is beyond words ... to describe it as heaven would be an understatement ...
i know it is my teaching to feel the travel through the eye (must be what clothing feels like in a washing machine ) as is the teaching that all is well upon going through ...
when i come back to 3d, i experience hundreds of people in a line up ... all facing the same way ... all bored and restless ...
i walk up to where i believed my place was prior to travelling through the eye, but when i get there ... it isn't there ... i don't recognize the person in front nor the person who would have been behind me ...
so i'm walking up and down this line up of people trying to locate the spot i had left ... long story short ... i never actually find it ... it's no longer there ... i've lost my place ...
the first time i remember i was in a state of panic ... had a hard time breathing ... thought i wasn't going to survive without my 3d spot ...
the next time i experienced this i was more at ease ... couldn't find my spot, people in the line up were not friendly ... i no longer felt i belonged there in the first place ... then i'd just walk off ...
i do not experience that line up any more ... that teaching is done ...
i do though go to the white place ... that feels like home to me now ... i do so love being there ...
ironically ... one time i do get shot in my arm before i die ... but not really die ...

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