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The Great Awakening
23 July 2010: "...I was inside a small house which had other small houses situated nearby though this was not a suburb setting. I stepped outside and walked over to the house to the north of me and visited inside there then returned to the center house. I noticed that there was a house to the west nearby. Shortly I again stepped outside the center house and was surprised to find that the house to the west had completely vanished leaving only the dirt foundation slightly rising left to show where the building had just been located. I again went inside the center house. Feeling the need to again visit the house to the north I stepped outside and was stunned to see that it too had completely vanished leaving only the dirt foundation slightly piled around where the outline of the foundation was only moments before. I was standing there puzzled amid the empty space around me trying to understand what had happened when I heard my boyhood name... Billy... called out as if from a distance off. I looked to the west and noticed a woman standing facing mostly toward me with a medium sized pet perhaps a dog or sheep standing to her left. What caught my eye causing me to look in her direction was the movement of a white shape which seemed to be dropping down from her right to her side on her right side. The movement seemed at first to be that of a flying white bird settling in to a landing by her right side but seemed to resolve into perhaps a large white dog or sheep. As I was wondering if she was the one who had called out my boyhood name, I again heard... Billy... this time a little closer and louder but coming from the north. I turned my head and off in the distance I saw a man walking from out of the wooded meadow toward me. He was a good way off yet so I couldn't see him clearly but he seemed to be like an old man with a dark beard coming my way. The thought crossed my mind as I watched him: "Looks like that wise old man wants to talk to me. I wonder what he is going to talk about." But before he got any further I awoke.
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10 October 2010: "...I then became aware that there were several people in the living room with me. I could feel there were children somewhere nearby. I saw a slender woman with dark hair to her shoulders aged late 20s or early 30s. I knew this woman was my mother [died in 1994] standing there with a worried look on her face holding out in her hands three open bags which looked like potato chip bags. She was wondering where we were going to get food for all these people that had apparently moved in with us. My concern again switched to getting the ceiling lights working and I wanted someone to go up to the attic and fix the problem.
I had the man from the ladder go outside the house with me so that he could go up to the attic to work on the problem. As the man stood outside getting ready to climb up an outside entrance to the attic, I happened to glance across the street and saw a man driving his car into his garage. I could see all of the man (whom I apparently knew) sitting in his car and he looked over at me with a big smile on his face and gave me a thumbs-up gesture just before his vehicle disappeared into his garage. I next was back in the house in the living room. I went up some stairs to my left to the next upper level and could see across to the ceiling fixture box and light bulb area in the living room ceiling. I was standing there when I heard a woman's voice (apparently my mother) talking and asking if I wanted my brother, Bobby [died in 1980], to go up to the attic and work on the problem. Standing in the big open area I could clearly hear her voice as if it were coming through a public address system somewhere in the walls and it startled me because it was so unexpected. Puzzled I reached down to both my pant's pockets to get either my hand radio or my cell phone from both thinking that was were the voice was coming from and I was going to answer back. But I was surprised that my two pockets were empty and guessed that I must have left them somewhere [by the way in my waking life I do always carry a hand radio and cell phone so that my family and I can communicate whenever need be]. I had in mind to answer my mother and tell her yes to have Bobby go on up to the attic to help do the repair work. Then I awoke...." 18 October 2010: "...Now I was excited because of my new understanding. ...A woman came up to and looked questioningly at me. ...she led me thru the door. As soon as I entered the room a man walked up to me from my left. He was an older man with a sophisticated look and some graying in his hair. As soon as he was standing in front of me I asked him for some reason "Are you my father?" but immediately I realized that this was wrong and said "Oh, I am the father." ...The scene changed again and I'm now outside in the room once more...." 29 October 2010: "... Suddenly I found myself standing in front of a counter with a tall slim prim and proper woman wearing a dark dress down to just above her ankles. Her hair was dark. She seemed to be escorting me for some reason but she wouldn't look me directly in the face. I asked her "What is your name?" but she wouldn't tell me nor would she look at me only starring straight forward and slightly down. I again asked her "What is your name?" and again she refused to tell me. A woman was before me on the other side of the counter. She was not very sharply in focus to me. I sensed that this not being in focus was her situation and not in fact the way I perceived her. The woman was talking to me but I couldn't understand very clearly what she was telling me. I could only make out bits and pieces of what she was saying. She seemed to be telling me about my job. I understood her to ask me "How long have you been doing this?" I thought she was asking about how long I have been going through this awakening process and having these strange odd experiences so I replied "Since 1993!" At this point I was beginning to understand that she was telling me about my job. I told her I'm confused and this isn't very clear to me. Then I asked her "Who am I working for?" I repeated this question "Who am I working for?" several times. She didn't say anything but each time I asked she would hand me a small white post-it with writing on it. All I could make out of the writing was the black typed lower case word "father" in the upper center of each post-it as if it was part of a letter-head. After she had handed me several of these post-its with the word "father" on each I said to her "I thought so!" Then I asked her "What is your name?" She replied with a short response of some kind which I could not understand. She was still out-of-focus as far as I was concerned both in my understanding what she was telling me and in my ability to see her form standing on the other side of the counter. I asked her "What is your name?" repeatedly but each time she would give me a different name. Then she disappeared from in front of me across the counter and reappeared to the left of her previous position as I asked her one last time "What is your name?" to which she replied with a word that I couldn't understand...." |
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