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I
went into my Akashic workshop, and instead of waiting for
my elevator to rise, I went upstairs, and to my surprise,
there was a new door that I hadn’t seen before. Opening
it, I proceeded up more stairs to the attic. It was dark,
dirty, disheveled, dusty, and covered in cobwebs.
An
old, haggard woman appeared and an unkempt baby was hiding
in the shadows. I realized immediately that they were me!
They were my ‘infant self,’ who had not been well
cared for, and my ‘elderly self,’ fearful and alone.
I coaxed both of them down to my clinic. My clinic physicians
immediately went to work. I began to gently sponge off their
grimy skins. Then I laid down on a bed between them, giving
transfusions to both of them.
We
finished in the clinic, and went back to the attic to clean
up. Both my other selves were healthy now, but still afraid
to return there. I walked into the room, and with a wave of
my hand a large window appeared in the dark wall, letting
in the sunlight. The walls became a purple color. The broken
furniture became unsoiled, puffy, and comfortable. I held
the baby aloft and told her how beautiful she was.
Unexpectedly
there was a knock on the door. Christ Michael, entered smiling.
Nebadonia was behind him. It was like my Parents happened
to be in the neighborhood, and decided to drop in. They were
both very pleased at what I had done here, and They were going
to take over now.
Nebadonia
took my infant self, kissed her, and held her close. Michael
put his arm around my elderly self, and said that she needn’t
feel alone. He said, “You are going to have many visitors.”
I could feel the love pouring into them. Machiventa came to
the door. I greeted him and thanked him for all that he has
done for us mortals. He began talking to my elderly self.
I
walked to the door with Christ Michael, as he was going to
take me on a journey. I stopped and marveled at how wonderfully
happy my other selves now were. We were just rising into space
when the phone rang. I thanked them all and answered it. I
am so grateful for the chance to heal my old wounds and move
on from them while still in this mortal existence.
George
notes: This adventure somehow reminds me of one of the
early Akashic Construct experiences:
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