Part one explained that I was invited to follow Julie, the girl that was in pieces to where her spirit went after she left her place here. This is what I have been shown through a visualization process of guided imagery. I have had these experiences and gathered this information by sitting quietly and listening with my internal hearing and witnessing with my internal vision. You may not beleive in some of what I am saying, but there is very useful information here for anyone who happens to be reading it.
Where we left off...The energy of the place is peace, no negativity… but an undercurrent of left over heaviness, like a memory. The feelings are left over somewhere in their energy of the recovering people here, but no longer something that they need to attend to. One of the purposes of this place is to remember that fact. To let go of the human suffering. Remember! Remember! This is a process that could be taken care of in life here on earth, but most choose not to. At this point I feel prickly sensations all around my body, like tiny sensitive splinters that I cannot reach. I am told that my presence here is confusing my spirit and body. It would choose to cleanse itself, but cannot because I am still in my human flesh covered body. Part of me remembers being here many times before. It is like a reflex, to purge and remember. I very intense feeling of grief for a moment that relief is so close by, but I can only watch, no participating in the purging today.
We approach Julie. She is happy to see me; she states that she was told I could not see her before now. That she would be too reactive and unclear of our purpose there, if we came to early in her rehab. She laughs saying she may have ran off into the jungle again. So glad that is over! She is so much more relaxed in her new surroundings. She states that she is supposed to share with me what she has learned. Then we can walk together through the rest of the process.
She starts talking about what she has learned so far. The grass is not greener on the other side and we are always exactly where we are supposed to be. Our thoughts create our reality. Sometimes if our thoughts are strong enough it can shoot off into a linier timeline. We live many lives at the same time as the same person. That way we can come back with all the knowledge of what are actions where and how they impacted the planet. It’s about our choices and the results reaped from that choice. In the life review it will all come together. This is not new information for either of us. We just need to be reminded. They are allowing you to remember because people will listen and miracles will happen. You make a difference she tells me. I start to fall asleep and ouch my neck is being so stabbed with prickles of electricity. I say stop! Instantly awake. Really?!! No rest for me right now. I am told this is time sensitive work, ment for right now. Julie is talking…..” Our body’s representation here remembers the human condition”, she states. I am constantly reminded, that my thoughts are unnecessary, not needed here. The clinging is still present. We need to be aware of the unnecessary thoughts that reverberate through the planet every second. It is not only you thinking in an unnecessary chaotic way, it’s the whole damn planet; it all comes back to the collective
thinking. We are so busy with questions like … should l I eat that last bag of chips, I hate my job, my wife, my bills are late, I hate the president… we are better off to have silence. It is nurturing and allows growth in exactly the right direction because there is no predetermined agenda. Silence is a beautiful healer. Many of us are sustaining ourselves on a diet of human regurgitate beliefs. I have been hearing the words Soilent green in my head for a week now. I am beginning to understand the meaning. For those of you unfamiliar with the word, there was a movie called Soilent Green that was taken from the book, Make room, make room. In the story, the planet was over populated and starving. Soilent Green was the food substance that was most available for consumption. Soilent Green was people. Human remains have become our food for thought. We collectively do not think for ourselves. Some of us have not a clue what we want, what are real belief systems are or who our authentic selves are. We steal each other thoughts, take on our loved ones beliefs and become angry about things we don’t even understand. In this place that Julie is receiving her rehab, others declare for her, until she has gathered enough of herself back to stand on her own and trust her own thoughts. I hope I am explaining myself. We as a collective bunch on earth feed off each other’s stuff, good, bad and in-between.
The food/nutrition here on this side…..This is a concept that I am struggling to write down. I am getting feelings and quick snippets of information. In our human bodies we eat for so many reasons. I am being shown that they do eat, but without attachment or cravings. No eating to stuff yourself, no eating to get thin or maintain control of something. No wanting sugars to sooth the body after salt or vice versa. There are so many reasons we eat and choose what we eat that do not have to do with sustaining our bodies. I am being shown so many triggers to create a reaction. Emotion, food that is not even real food, that causes the body to be confused and then triggers a response to eat another food to sooth the assault of the first. We cannot get away from the polluted food, because it is in the air. We as a society are overweight because our understanding is so lacking of why we ‘need’ to eat the way we do. Indigenous communities do not have the same issue because there food is pure. So we say all this to say, here is the place to detox. We become programed when our bodies have suffered for so long with nutrition. Here there is a letting go of toxins so the body can think straight. The mind will clear remarkable after this. This, just like many things is something that when human, we are able to learn to recognize what works for us. We have the choice to do the best we can for the gift… our bodies. But, it is our choice, our free will. It is about being conscious of what we are doing.
I am being told of the habits we have, addiction to putting things In our bodies, Food, drink, smoke. When we first arrive here in this place of rehab, we continue to do the things we did as a human. But there impact is not present. They will lift the cup but there is no sensation of emotions being soothed or stimulated. At the same time they are reminded to notice there is no need… it’s just the shadow left over. Each time they are reminded, each motion, emotion and unconscious thought comes a reminder that it is not necessary anymore and the residual push to create chaos in our bodies to produce a response is broken. This process to heal the human body and brain even when the body is gone is very important because we are too cluttered to even begin to benefit from the next step of life review and reintegration. The lessons being learned and relearned here in this place can all be worked on in life. That is why we’re here today. The same as the monk that visited the other day.The work to be done can be done before death of the body because in the human form we are able to impact the planet in a positive way when we change our patterns and behavior. Our thoughts are very powerful. This letting of information is to encourage the collective consciousness one individual at a time. You live unconscious, you die unconscious. It’s not what we eat as much as why we eat it.
This is the end of this section. i have one more section to clean up before I go visit again for more information. I have to say that after I did this work, spent time over there witnessing the process, I have been hungover in a way. I have not been able to sit and write very much. I felt greatful and informed, things made more sense, but on the other hand I felt so sad and lonely. It is a powerful thing. I am grateful I get to relay the information and that there is an audience that is listening. Thank you!
My last entry about the girl in pieces. I am going to call her Julie..........
As I write this I see a solid form dressed in dark clothing, brush by my right side, like a shadow. I know it is Azrael, the angel of death. I hear him say….”This is not the end.” I involuntarily bring my arms up to hug myself, quenching the gooseflesh. He is only reinforcing what I already know.There is much more to this story.
During the next week I think of her often, but am not drawn into the story. I am patiently waiting for the next signal to pay attention. When the call to pay attention came I was standing at my closet putting sheets away, suddenly overwhelmed with a dizzy feeling. It is a familiar feeling that I have come to know as a physical confirmation of having a visitation from something non-human. I use that word non-human, because it could be spirit, angel or guide. It always makes me hold on to my head with my hands and whisper “woe…..” like the room is spinning, then sort of set back on its side. This was a signal for me to listen. As I tune into the women who is there to deliver the message she tells me that I am invited to follow the girl in pieces (Julie) through her journey of reintegration on the otherside. I had witness her crossing over, as she rode her bike backwards into the distance, suddenly caught into the light. I will be called upon when the time is right for me to observe her process. I am told that I am invited to experience the very important job of writing about what happens for her as she heals from her trauma left over from her human experience. What it is like over there and how things change when we are free of the human condition. The feeling that wells up inside of me with receiving this information is nothing short of pure excitement. I feel the sincerity of the asking and the honor it is to be part of this. I am told that the purpose of this exercise and experience is to move
into a time that earth is more like heaven, where humans can learn to make better choices to heal themselves and the planet all at once. Those of you reading this that question the word Heaven; I use that as a term that everyone understands. There really is no "religious" avenue attached to the use of the word, I just cannot find a better word to use to describe where we go after we turn in our physical body. It is home, our return flight to our original destination. This is the beginning of the story about the girl in pieces reintegration to the other side of here.
I find myself waiting for a call from the otherside. It feels like waiting for a call back for a very important job interview. I think I have it, but I question if the whole thing really happened. I know the girl in pieces, I will call her Julie, was in need of much repair. I have had the opportunity to talk briefly with spirits that have just crossed over, but it is very short and to the point. They are usually a bit confused and very purposeful in the realization that they have some unpacking to do after their long stay away from home. I have been pressed upon to understand that it is not my place to visit them in their transition. By transition, I mean immediately after they go into the light or cross over to the other side. Where we go after our body dies and our spirit is free. This spirit was earth bound for a long time after the death of her physical self, there is much for her to do to remember her original self. I have had angels tell me literally to back off. For some strange reason I am able to travel in my head to places I am not allowed. As a result I have had to learn to have restraint and discernment of right from wrong when is concerns the boundaries that me as a human must follow. So I wait for my phone call from the other side.
Last night I was at work, sitting still after putting the little girl to sleep that I take care of. Actually, when I look back at how she went to sleep, it seems strange. She was wide awake; I saw her cough and sputter. I took care of what was wrong and she literally fell asleep so fast, like someone conked her on the head. In a split second, out! Her mom and dad left to go out for the evening a few minutes later, then I was alone. Everything was happening so fast, like I was in a dance that was already choreographed and in motion, me in the middle reacting to the steps, but totally left out of the dress rehearsal. As soon as I sat
down to take a breath I was startled by a sharp zap to the left, back of my neck, very persistent and uncomfortable. I recognized it as spirit getting my attention. This happens often in my work. I will be woken up in the middle of the night with a direct touch from spirit that hurts a bit. It can be very persistent and slightly painful. I ask who it was, I heard a familiar voice responding to my question. At the same time I put my hand to my neck to squelch the feeling that someone was touching a nerve in my neck. Then suddenly I could feel the zap go through my hand and still into my neck. I have been waiting for my invitation to the other side for about a week. There seems to be a collective approach to get my attention involving a couple of spirits familiar to me. I asked the familiar visitor Troy to stop zapping me with electricity, it felt like one of those fake sticks of gum, you pull out and it shocks you until you let go. Well, I wanted him to let go already! He did stop when I asked. He is always the life of the party.
I am told they are here to tell me it is time to go for my first visit with Julie, she is recuperating. I am given a guide for my visit to the otherside, his name is John. I close my eyes and let him lead me to our destination. As I walk with John we are suddenly in the gardens. There is no big introduction to this place that is both the biggest mystery in our lifetime and so close we can touch it without moving a muscle. I have seen this amazing place before, not realizing exactly where I was.This is a place of recuperation and restore-ment. I can see with my internal vision, many people scattered on the grounds, inside and out. They are dressed like they are having a day off and decided not to get dressed for the day, bathrobes, comfortable clothes and shoes, pony tails. I notice someone smoking. The energy of the place is peace, no negativity… but an undercurrent of left over
heaviness, like a memory. The feelings are left over somewhere in their energy but no longer something that they need to attend to. One of the purposes of this place is to remember that fact. To let go of the human suffering. Remember! Remember! This is a process that could be taken care of in life here on earth, but most choose not to. At this point I feel prickly sensations all around my body, like tiny sensitive splinters that I cannot reach. I am told that my presence here is confusing my spirit and body. It would choose to cleanse itself, but cannot because I am still in my human flesh covered body. Part of me remembers being here many times before. It is like a reflex, to purge and remember. I very intense feeling of grief for a moment that relief is so close by, but I can only watch, no participating in the purging today.
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My name is Christina Laughton. I live in the country in NC. I have made it a long standing practice study ways to achieve health and peace in life through allowing your true self to be seen. I have fostered many unusual abilities such as seeing, hearing and sensing the usually unseen. Then finding the understanding of how to apply this to your life, to bring a balance to your mind, body and spirit. When in alignment with yourself you will always bring healing to all parts of your life.