OK, I think it is downtown NY, I recognize up the street the Nasdaq sign that I see on the news sometimes. Some guys have come out of a restaurant, some are fighting with others in the group, a guy is being pushed by the others, on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant, the one guy is wearing a tight black sweater, young, maybe late 20’s, Asian, good looking guy, maybe Korean or Taiwanese, someone grabs his arms, pins his arms behind his back, he is furious and wants to just have a go at this other person, I can’t see the other person, I seem to be way up high in the sky on top of a skyscraper looking down at this, they are out in the street in the traffic, yelling at each other, a yellow cab and another car both hit him at the same time, he is lying in the road, in the street. I don’t see anything else yet.

OK there is a policeman on a motorcycle just come up, more than one, two I think, there is a bus has had to stop, a busload of people, traffic tie up. I see this guy, he is scared, he is out of his body, very aggressive, can’t see who I am but wants to take a swing at me too, he feels very aggressive, he doesn’t understand what is going on.

For some reason he is sitting in a vehicle and he is wearing some kind of helmet. He is in a racing car, I think he is a racing car driver. Maybe professional, maybe not, drives cars for testing purposes or competitions. He climbs back out of the car and throws his helmet down in disgust, he can still see me there and I really don’t know what to do, you know, he does not welcome my presence at all, doesn’t seem to understand that anything has happened to him, he is sort of rubbing his forehead now, looking around, one hand on his hip, looking around, rubbing his head, looking at nothing, we are in a black place.

Someone has appeared, thank goodness, a light person, my first experience of seeing a light person in a retrieval, a long stream of light, and an arm is sort of out, like, you know, sort of stuck his thumb back over his shoulder, like a hitchhiker would, like, come on we are going that way, to the guy, and the guy is not looking at me now, he is focussed on this light being, the guide is speaking to him in a very familiar relaxed way, seems to be someone he recognizes and the guide is smoking a cigarette and wearing some sort of cap and wants him to go with him and he forgets all about me and steps out in step with the guide and now I am, for some reason, still present with them and entering a building somewhere, a sort of military seeming place.

I am not needed any more but being taken anyway, being taken along for the ride, entering the building up in elevators, men with rifles, at attention, military place and yet this guide is not exactly super-military looking kind of guy, our guy is looking around nervously, saying what is up, where are we? And they stand looking out the glass sides of the building, outside you can see either a dam or a huge waterfall, maybe a dam, we could even be in a control building for a large dam in a dictatorship country, I don’t know where this is, don’t know if they still want me to be here, um, the guy is kind of scared, obviously he is in trouble of some kind and he is expecting to be in trouble.

I am just going along to see what is happening, there is an awful lot of testosterone in this building!!! You know, I think this is Korea, I think his friend has taken him to a place in Korea that he knows, this is certainly a military regime, soldiers all over this building, he is being told to sit in this chair, he obeys and sits down, I think he is on trial, he expects to be in trouble I think, there he is, he is on trial, a courtroom here, going through some sort of process, he seems to expect this, reason he was fighting in the street, trying to get away from kidnappers to avoid this very thing, fighting to escape from them, facing charges, this is what he expects, doesn’t know he is dead, doesn’t know what is going on, a courtroom, men at a long desk in front of courtroom, a military person, man, approaches him with a sword, he is holding the sword on his hands, like, the sword is resting on his two hands, the hilt on the outstretched palm of his right hand and the end of the blade on the palm of his left hand. They present him with the sword, offers it to him and it is quite clear he is to despatch himself, execute himself instead of being executed.

He is very upset, overcome with despair and terror, leaning forward toward the floor, leans down, one hand touching the floor, and I see that he has been beheaded. He was already dead but for some reason, he created this out of his own expectations but he has been posthumously executed if that is possible and I was allowed to come along for the ride and see this strange event, now he is dead and he understands at last that he is dead and was executed. That is quite convoluted.

I am seeing a long, long, long rope bridge, quite impossible, stretches from one mountain across a huge chasm to another mountain, streams of Asian people going across it, we are in a place he expects to be, I wonder why they go to so much trouble for one person when there are obviously kazillions of people out there who are stuck and need to be retrieved, why spend so much energy on each person, anyway, who knows, I am quite tired out.

These people must be going from C1 to the Afterlife, but this bridge exists in his own mind after he has been killed, this is where he goes so he is creating all this. And he understands he is dead and he died in the way he thought he would die. My brain Interpreter is getting in the way. Now I see a stained glass window and a towering cathedral…I dunno…time to quit.


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Blogging is not only a pleasure, it is a basic necessity...I don't know how I have lived so much of my life without a blog. It gives me a place to write, a motivation to write, lots of reasons for reading lots of mind-expanding and challenging books, plenty to think about and be happy about. It has become a centerpiece of my retirement life along with my friends and pets, my faith and my afterlife journeys.
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