[This incident, which occurred about six months after my brief trip to Egypt, requires a little explanation. Years earlier, I had connected with the medieval monk Bertram, with whom I am intimately connected (whether “past life” or Strand is irrelevant) and had felt and sent healing energy to an ice cold spot I felt in his chest, which I took to be the TB that eventually killed him. As with healing Joseph’s back earlier, helping Bertram appeared to have also helped my own situation. And years ago I had learned to extend love to the actual physical mechanism (and its underlying intelligence, of course) that was fighting the battle for me, rather than cursing it for letting me down.]
Saturday, September 21, 2019
5:10 a.m. Close to panic as I awaken with lungs sore and not really breathing air in. The inhaler worked a little and the nebulizer seems to be helping but it was a bad couple of minutes and I’m not out of the woods yet. Someday it is going to be too much. Someday the palliatives aren’t going to work again.
Guys, why?
Feel into it. Extend compassion. They are fighting for you. Send love as you did to Bertram once.
Okay. Don’t know who we’re connected to, but sending reinforcements to them, in a way.
Very much so.
And they to me?
You to them. Your help is from others.
Okay. At some point we should talk about this.
We are always willing.
Can we do it now?
Unlikely, but we’re willing if you are.
With the nebulizer, even more than with the inhaler, comes lassitude. But maybe in a minute or two I will be able to begin. Nose filled up again, I notice, otherwise things are calming down.
Send love. Just because you feel better doesn’t guarantee others do.
5:25. Okay, whew. Better. What a change. I had been keeping on top of this for a while – a month now? Whenever it started in again. But this was the first time it was getting out of control. God Bless Neal Rogers! [Neal is my friend, an ENT doc, who, among other things, advised me years ago to get the nebulizer for just such situations.] It occurs to me, I have some pills I could take. I’ll have to remember where they are. I bought them for Egypt, late last year or maybe early this year, and didn’t need them.
Okay, so what did I just learn, beyond the fact that I’m not as on top of this as I had hoped?
You learned of an unsuspected vulnerability that accompanies increased connection with the rest of you. but we will need to take this slowly.
Yes, because this has far wider implications than just me, or just people with asthma, or just people who are chronically or even intermittently ill – doesn’t it?
Oh yes. Immediately it concerns those who are expanding their awareness beyond the obvious 3D life and its non-3D component, into active connection with others with whom they live in resonance, consciously or not.
It is a mistake to consider our bodies as merely 3D vehicles, I get that. They are transceivers.
They are transducers, yes.
I see, looking back, I left a gap in the record. I woke up uncomfortable; it rapidly got out of control. It got to be an acute pain centered in my lower lungs, accompanied with inability to get the oxygen I needed. It was like the incidence of heart problem I had back in 2003, only I knew to deal with it first by staying calm then by using the spray inhaler which gave only the slightest immediate assistance, then by making my way to the guest room where I have the nebulizer set up and ready. I clicked it on and sat here at the desk gasping it down only this time I was with pen and paper as I did. So I recorded the beginning of a session, culminating in getting an insight or an idea that I didn’t have energy to record. This improved things until at 5:25 I resumed writing.
What I got was that I should actively send love to the embattled cells that were fighting for me, much as a nation supports its troops fighting off invaders. Then you see that “Send love. Just because you feel better doesn’t guarantee others do.” And at that point I realized more. But I’d rather you guys set it out rather than my trying to reconstruct the sequence in which I got it.
Yes, the sequence isn’t important, but the intuitive redirection of your thought is.
I see I’m going to have to go back to using the nebulizer as we do this.
That doesn’t indicate failure, just more like fluctuation.
Go ahead, I’m with you.
Once you reached over to Joseph Smallwood in 1863 and effected a cure that also helped you. This kind of interaction – positive or negative, conscious or unconscious – happens more commonly than anybody suspects. You still think of yourselves as more isolated, as more units, than you are. But let’s look at it this way. Why do you suppose some people are born with lifelong illnesses of one or another kind, one or another degree of severity?
I have always assumed that we all have some weakest link, that acts the way a fuse does, to be the weak link that blows first.
Say that is so – and to a degree it is so – the question remains, why the variation in intensity and nature?
Well, we’re all different, aren’t we? Different environments, different heredities.
So, it is a matter of chance?
I didn’t say that. Although, come to think of it, that’s what I did sort of say, by implication. I didn’t mean it that way, though.
Everybody is shaped, nobody just happens. Everybody relates to everybody else (in non-3D as in 3D); there are no orphans in the world, regardless what roles a given life may assume.
[I took that to mean, regardless what it looks like to us, seeing only externals.]
So the implication as usual is that we are as we are for a reason.
It is equally true to say you are as you are from reasons. Both, not only one, are true.
Okay. I see that. We are the result of causes, we are the shaper of causes to come.
We merely caution against the idea that says, “This happened in order that that may happen.” Subordinating a moment to its consequences, you see. This isn’t untrue exactly, but it is a misplacement of emphasis.
However, within this, our point is that Frank as constructed and nurtured in 3D is never Frank only in 3D. He is never Frank without connection to all that he is in permanent resonance with: his physical and non-physical heredity, his ancestors and his “past” lives. He is also a field, not a unit. As a field, he is a more active and fluctuating entity, less bounded than appearance would suggest. And he interacts with the 3D and non-3D world continuously, willingly or not, consciously or not. He affects and is affected. And so does each of you, to varying degrees.
Some people come into this world as more sensitive receivers, easily disrupted but with great potential to connect. Others come in with a greater shielding, or call it insulation, that they may function as a steadying force.
I thought the physical world of matter did that – the mountains, the sea, the non-living 3D world we sometimes call the mineral kingdom.
Yes, but that background may be said to hold the stage steady, as the animal kingdom holds the basis of the mental field ready. The vegetable and animal kingdoms serve purposes like the mineral beyond the obvious, but we are speaking here of the human kingdom, which is part animal kingdom, part non-3D consciousness, or what might be called the celestial kingdom. But we don’t have time for this now. You are running down rapidly.
I guess I am. Okay.
You all hold the worlds together non-physically, quite as much as physically. Much of your real life is usually unsuspected by your conscious 3D-life mental constructions. It is this interaction we wish to speak of, and we can see it will have to wait for another time.
Well, you have our attention. I am feeling more or less back to normal again, and I’ll transcribe all this and send it out in a while, and we can come back and talk some more tomorrow, hopefully. Hopefully without all the drama. Our thanks as always.