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It was in the early eighties when a friend from
the Netherlands was due to visit us in Sydney, Australia,
and arrive within 2 weeks. Curious as to how the time would
pass with him and his wife, I went into my Akashic Construct
and 'roped in' time. Weeks went by, then months. Eight months
went by, and there appeared his wife, pale, sad, forlorn.
I had to write off the experience as perhaps being a failure
- mind chatter, not gone deep enough, whatever. There were
too many successes, day after day, to be concerned about one
possible failure. A week later there was an apparition in
my home. Clearly, it was the Dutchman, who had apparently
just died. His grieving wife did visit us, but her trip was
delayed by about eight months.
An Akashic Construct participant writes:
Dear George and All,
I have been reading your 11:11 messages and website for some
time. Today I read through a great many messages indeed, many
"From the Desk of George Barnard." - on www.1111Angels.com
- and several of the accounts rang a bell, and I decided to
share a story many might appreciate.
In 2000 I was still quite atheistic, and though I was raised
Catholic, I had long since decided there was no God, as I
had never felt Him in Church, and had fallen prey to the 'logic'
contingent.
One morning -- the morning following Yom Kippur - I arrived
at work, and received a phone call from the wife of a co-worker.
My co-worker, Lon, was Jewish, and had mentioned on the previous
day that he intended to practice the Yom Kippur tradition
of repentance when he got home, though he'd been a non-practicing
Jew for most of his adult life.
So, the morning followingYom Kippur, I got that call from
Lon's wife, saying he had died the evening before, while reading
to their young son. He suddenly clutched his heart and that
was it . . . He was only 42 !
I can't describe my shock and sadness. Just then, our corporation's
mailman, Tony, arrived in the office, just as I hung up the
phone. He'd been visiting his home in the Phillipines for
1 month, and obviously, he did not know of Lon's death --
I was the first to have news of it, and had only just hung
up the phone to the unfortunate news.
Tony said straight away, 'Michele, why was Lon here so early
this morning?'
Too shocked to respond, I only gave him a curious look. Tony
continued: 'I saw Lon all the way down the hall, but he wasn't
wearing your usual uniform. He had on the dress uniform, white
slacks, white jacket, with a white cloth across his arm.'
(We were waiters for the executives.) Tony asked, 'Was Lon
here at 5am because we had Japanese businessmen visiting?'
(We sometimes accommodated their Jet Lag by hosting meals
at odd hours.)
I then told Tony about the news that Lon was dead.
Tony refused to believe it. 'Just this morning I saw him,
Michele, and as you know, at the moment I saw him, I did not
know he was dead.'
This began a little 'murmuring' inside of me. Apart from
the grief over my friend's death, something beautiful began
stirring in me -- some sense of connection to the beyond.
And need I remind you, at the time I was an atheist.
Lon's death was approximately one year prior to the events
of 9/11. Over the course of the following year, leading up
to those events, a strange occurrence began in my life. First,
11:11 time prompting returned to me. As a child I had experienced
these time prompts, yet as an adult, as atheism 'set in',
they disappeared.
However, in addition to the 11:11 time prompts, something
new started happening. I began to see my birthdate everywhere
I looked. License plates . . . telephone numbers recited by
someone standing in queue before me . . . markings on invoices
. . . everywhere I looked, the same numbers repeated over
and over again: 11/25/77.
Then 9/11 happened. I sat watching the events live on TV,
as I so happened to turn on the TV the moment after they became
public. The planes 11, 125, and 77 . . . the last plane was
93 (which to this day, as yet, has no hidden meaning to me).
Now, to my way of thinking, the numbers of the planes had
no real meaning -- I mean, the events of 9/11 had their own
meaning, no one on earth cared what numbers the planes were.
Yet, the numbers of the planes were the numbers of my own
birthday. And further, I'd been seeing them for the full year
leading up to 9/11 . . . the full year after Lon's death.
I didn't know what to make of any of this, but after years
of pondering it, I thought to myself: Lon was a highly curious,
rigorous, enthusiastic man. He and I loved discussing world
politics and events; he involved himself in all matters of
science, religion, philosophy. Had he lived to see the terrible
events of 9/11, indeed, he would have enjoyed (perhaps the
wrong word here, but bear with me) discussing the implications.
He would have found the events ripe for philosophical discussions.
It would have provided the two of us with endless hours of
debate.
So I concluded that perhaps once one crosses over to the
other side, one has access to all events past, present and
future . . . and that it was Lon himself, newly aware of the
events to soon come, who decided to assist me in overcoming
my atheistic world view, by offering me a tiny glimpse into
the future.
Could he perhaps have decided that one way to help me to
attain to a new level of spiritual growth, was to show me
that he had advanced knowledge of future events? And further,
that he had gone on existing past the time of his unfortunate
death?
These events may never have any explanation, but they have
resulted in a profound change in me, and I wanted to share
them . . .
Sincerely,
Michele M.
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