Not Here, Not Now- Maybe verification?

A member of the Astral Pulse message boards, who also has a blog out here (David Mathis) suggested to me that he had found a web page that had a listing of names in a cemetery. There was one for a person named Henry Sigal Hughes, born in 1862 and died in 1919. Next to his name was “Father Bo”. I cannot verify that this is the same person that was in my experience, whatever it was, or if maybe it was just a shorthand way to say his father was named Bo. Or, "Father Bo" could have been how he was known in his work. It did not appear from the listing for this cemetery that they did that type of shorthand though. It is an interesting coincidence if nothing else. If anyone is a member of a genealogy site and would like to try to look this person up so I can learn some details about his life, it may be interesting. 

 

High Point Cemetery
Hughesville Township, Pettis County, Missouri

WALDECKER BERTHA E., B 1867 D 1928

WALDECKER, EDWARD H., B 1864 D 1949

HUGHES, SIGAL H., FATHER BO 1862 D 1919

HUGHES, MYRTA S., MOTHER 1855 D 1934

HUGHES, THERMAN T., WWII, FEB 8 1908 D OCT 28 1937

HUGHES, WALTER W., SON B 1924 D 1940

HUGHES, JAMES W., B MAR 27 1883 D MAY 13 1950

HUGHES, SADIE L., B MAR 9 1891

 

Station Keeping . . .

Monday, July 19, 2021

Last night I had the first OOBE-like experience I have had in at least two years. As such, it was one of the shortest ones I have ever had, too. I will admit I was happy to have a return of the sensations, even for a short one.

I experienced a short but strong burst of pre-OOBE sensations and vibrations. My first instinct during this was to reach out to see if I would be able to separate. In response to my reaching out, I “felt” the presence of at least two beings in contact with me. I felt one of them at least, take hold of me, maybe to restrict my ability to leave. I asked if I could “go out” since it had been such a long time since I had felt any kind of experience related to the OOBE.

What I “heard” in response to my question was that this was only a brief visit I interpreted as being related to “station keeping.”  That is what I got from them, anyway. It could be my limited vocabulary, and my physical limitations to translate the actual purpose just came out that way.

In a way, it might be an OK interpretation the more I think about it.

I have on prior visits, felt that they were tuning into my exact frequency to speak to me more easily. And I remembered how when I was a lot younger, I would listen to AM radio stations at night, and have to continuously fine-tune them as conditions between me and the distant station changed over time.  

Now, looking up the term on Google, I see it is generally a nautical term related to calculating and maintaining one ship’s location, relative to a fleet of other ships. Or, from the standpoint of orbiting spacecraft, a way of making fine adjustments to an orbit, for instance of a communications satellite.

An Opportunity to say Goodbye to my deceased Wife

Monday, July 22, 2019

 

My wife J died on March 30, 2019. A few weeks later, I began to feel her presence around the house at seemingly random times.

 

Last night, I had some sort of experience with J that allowed me to tell her goodbye, something we had not been able to do. I had gotten up briefly to use the bathroom. I got back into bed, and in the time it took to get back in bed and turn towards her side of the bed, I sensed that she was there. I looked more closely, and I could see her. She seemed real. I reached out to her and then hesitated, thinking that if I tried to touch her, my hand might pass through. Or, if I were able to touch her, I would wake her up. (I was still afraid of needlessly waking her up, although her being with me seemed a good reason to wake her at the time.) I slowly lowered my hand to her, and she felt real. And of course, she woke up.

 

“Hi- Sorry to wake you. How are you doing?”

 

“I feel pretty good now, how have you been?”

 

“Well, I still have my moments, but having awareness you are still with me has helped.”

 

“I am happy about that.”

 

“And about that, I don't usually see you when I am aware of your presence. Is there something special about this time?”

 

“I just wanted to see you, is that OK?”

 

“Sure, it is. I just worry that there might be better things for you to be doing with your time than being here with me.”

 

“I guess I should get busy. I know I should, but I wanted to see you one last time.”

 

“So then, should this goodbye for now?”

 

“Yes, goodbye- for now.”

 

As I kissed her, she vanished.

 

When I looked at the clock about 15 minutes had passed since I returned to bed, fallen asleep, had the dream, and woke up again, if that is what happened.

 

Or, she may have been there to say the goodbye we had not had a chance for while she was still here.

Whatever this was, I experienced it as if she was there to say goodbye. It was real for me. 

A trip to someplace or somewhen From April 2017

 

 

Thursday, April 27, 2017

 

OOBE last night around 3:30 am.  I had asked earlier to have some sort of experience that would be helpful, maybe shedding light on A's importance to me. As I felt it start, I asked, is this about A? Got swift confirmation. Traveled a while and suddenly felt as if someone threw water on my feet. I “woke up” in a bed, and body, not my own, cursed two guys for tossing water on me, threw them out of the room, and looked at my bed, there. I said, hey, that’s not my bed.

 

Wherever this was, I guided my accomplice (by teleporting) to a place I could not see yet but felt that A was there. I curled up into a climb to drop my speed (like I do this all the time). I saw two women sitting talking and knew A was one of them, but she looked nothing like A I know from my life here. I relied on my “I there” to guide me to the A there.

 

Her hair was long curly and dark, a deep brunet color, and her dress looked like it was out of the 40s, below the knee and maroon with big shoulder pads, making her appear more angular than she felt when I finally hugged her. She had heels on, but even so, she seemed to be much taller than the A I know here would be in high heels. I started towards her, and she looked up at me, and gave me a dirty look at first, saying (I heard it telepathically) “Really? This is how you give me time to think? Can't you see I am busy?” 

 

“I” turned to leave and saw a little dog running up to me. We appeared to be in a park of some kind, so this seemed reasonable. I kneeled and rubbed the dog’s stomach, I heard A continue (still telepathically) “Hey, come on back. I am sorry. I just wasn't expecting you right now.” I went over to her, and she greeted me with a hug, saying verbally now, “You don’t know how it has been for me recently. Until I met you, I didn’t know I could ever love someone again- especially the way I love you. I just needed some time to think it out” I did recognize the voice, but again it was not the voice of A I currently know. Of course, I told her I loved her too, and that meeting her had saved my life. (That part may have leaked in from this life, I think.) Then as soon as I knew that she and the I there had ironed out some sort of weirdness between them, my part of the experience was over.

 

About the setting, it could have been a past earth life in the ’40s. But the telepathy and teleporting make me wonder if it was only another dimension built to be similar to earth in the ’40s, but not our physical earth.

 

When it ended I asked my guides if A would ever be able to share in having anything like this happen to her, even as a dream. I knew right then; it wasn’t likely, and these experiences were planned to happen at the time they did to ensure she was already awake for the day just to keep her shielded from them.

 

Also, this person looked nothing like the A I know currently. But I sensed she was A even before seeing her. It stands to reason earlier versions of us would not look like we do now.

 

Also, I wondered if the double projection (again a first for me) was because I needed to be in the “body” the A there would recognize as me, there. . . And just maybe I needed to be in that body so she would be able to see me at all?

A visit to the past, or a visitor from the future From March, 2017

 

This one involves A again. There were two other experiences between this one and the first. The gist of those was that each took an incremental step back in time, and they involved details that A and I had spoken about years ago. It was like those details were the anchor to my knowing that they involved steps back in time.

 

Thursday, March 16, 2017

 

Last night I woke up around 1 am and could not get back to sleep. I decided I had been trying too hard to have some sort of experience related to A, and that if it were to happen, it would happen.

 

I saw the clock last around 3:50 am and turned to my right side. Immediately, I felt a surge of vibrations in the back of my head. I wondered if I should try to go, or stay or if anyone were there to direct me as to what I should do. I felt as if I was constrained a bit, and I was fine with that. Long ago, I realized that whatever happens in these, my desires are only allowed if the powers that be allow them. During the entire time, I was aware of J breathing and lightly snoring next to me.

 

So, for a few minutes, I just stayed there. My legs were parted a bit and there was some sort of padded brace to keep them that way. Nothing else was felt, except energy flowing through me. I was thinking about A the entire time, having used her entire name in my prior thoughts. When what felt like a “treatment” was over, I still thought of A. But the sensations ended.

 

Still listening to J breathing, I thought to myself, “OK if that is it, that is it.”  It wasn't IT this time anyway.

 

The vibrations started up again, and I thought of A. I was off and flying.

 

I landed in a huge empty dome-shaped warehouse-type building. No one was around, so I did a short move to just outside the place. I saw a group of people coming out of a nearby building. I tried to see if any in the group could see me. One did, and she called to her friends, “Hey hold on. There is someone from the future here.”  I asked her if she knew A and described her. She said, “Oh, you must mean the woman from the City?” I said, well, maybe. Bring me to her, and we will see.

 

We went into that same building I had landed in originally, and I was brought to an access panel that I had not seen before. My escort opened the door, and I heard someone inside. My escort leaned towards the opening and called out “You have a visitor from the future.” I heard a woman’s voice, say, “Oh if I weren’t so filthy, I would kiss whoever it is. I need to get out of here.” She looked up at me as she got out, and it was A. I say that, but it was not quite the exact version of A that I know here. Oh, and I am not sure that she used that name in this place.

 

She looked at me, smiling, and greeted me with a hug, and asked what had taken me so long? She said she had looked and looked for some sort of communication from me but there had been nothing. I told her it was not easy to get messages through, but I had been trying. And that they frowned on any communication that left something that could be traced.

 

We walked out together, walking as lovers might, arm in arm- not as easy as it sounds since she was quite a bit shorter than me. And I say as lovers might because I had the impression that there, we had been a couple. There was no sense of another that she was with either there or here, and no memory of my having anyone else back there at that point. And I was not aware of my life here by that point. It was as if she had known and accepted that I had to leave her at some point, and that I would always try to return.

 

We got to a spot where we could talk. She asked how things were here. I told her that her life was going as she had planned and that we had been able to meet, as we had planned. I looked at her, and kissed her, full on the lips. I have only rarely done that in one of these experiences with anyone. But it seemed OK because it felt like we were not who we were in this current life. But the kiss also terminated the experience.

 

Fade to gray- Vibrations fade quickly, and I return to my current life awareness It is 4:20 am.

 

Correlation? Hmm. At least a possible reason for this one- Assuming the experiences leading up to this one had made incremental steps back in time, it follows that this one went one step further to a point before A incarnated here. From the view of those there, I would therefore appear to them as a visitor from the future, at least A's future.

 

Why is this even a thing? One view could be that to ensure A and I met in this life; I would have to go back home to first tell her we had met here now. Our kiss served two requirements, or three if you count that we simply wanted to do it. It also transferred a small amount of energy between us. This would make it easier for her to find me in our current life. And it would also give me a bit of her energy from further in her past, to help me find her in an even earlier lifetime, discussed in the next experience.

 

 

Back to August 2015

 

Originally from Sunday, August 9, 2015

I feel like I saw A early this morning. I have tried many times in the last couple of years, but I have not been successful. One time early on, I had tried, and the mere mention of her name was enough to shut the experience down. This time, I not only had been successful, but I had an experience that allowed me to go to her, in a house that reminded me of the house she is in now. The thing about this experience is that it felt so real at the time I thought I was actually there with her. And since I have tried for this type of experience before and failed, it is interesting to me that now for some reason, I was able to do it. What if anything was different? 

In it, as I travel east, the darkness brightens to near sunny as it should have having started here at 4 am and going three time zones east. I touch down in a room where I see her. At first, she has her back to me. She turns to me. She appears just as she is in real life. I know it is A at the time. It looks just like her, it sounds like her, and every detail about her seems right. She is happy to see me. The door to the room we are in is closed. She comes to me and we embrace, suddenly falling on a couch, or maybe a bed or futon, hugging each other as we fall. We both laugh in a way that seems very real to me. We kiss. I realize just how real it feels as I pull back a bit to look at her face close up. It is her eyes and smile that get me. It is her. I can see her. There is no detail out of place. She asks me why I am looking at her so funny. I tell her I am trying to convince myself she is real. She answers, “You are trying to convince yourself I am REAL?” 

I ask if I can check one more thing, and slowly reach out to pull her bangs away from her forehead. Her hair feels so soft. She reacts as I briefly touch her forehead. The wrinkle she hides with her bangs is there just as it had been when she originally showed it to me.

As good as it feels to be there with her, I think we both know that there are others in the house. Like maybe her husband and kids? Maybe I say that, or maybe she does. I ask if there is a place we can talk without the worry of waking anyone. She responds, "Yes, in the kitchen.” She gets up to open the door, and I see the house is dark. But bright enough to see that there are other people around. Maybe more family visiting? I can't tell if they are asleep or just really not able to hear or see us as we pass. I am not sure why they would be sitting in the near dark, if not sleeping. They almost look like shadows of real people, and not anywhere as real as she is to me. We start to go down the stairs. She asks how I got there, and I tell her I flew there by myself. She looks at me like I said something odd because she knows I don’t like to fly. 

Going down the stairs, I see several small lit Christmas decorations along the banister as if being used for night lights. This strikes me as odd because I know in “real-time” it is early in August. Something about this exchange and seeing the decorations is a distraction to me, and the experience fades much as Richard fades from his experience in “Somewhere in Time” when he finds a penny from his current time inadvertently left in his pocket. I am there walking downstairs one moment, and I feel myself fading out of her awareness. 

It was almost a perfect experience. If it had only not ended. I know parts of the setting may not have been totally real, but I felt as if I was really with her. Did I enter a dream of hers? I have had other experiences similar to that with others in the past. But maybe since I know A better than most of those people, it seemed so much more real to me with her. And I have to wonder, although I will never know, if she had a dream that I had popped into that in any way was similar to my experience. It has happened to me before. 

Well, I had intended to be back, anyway.

So, nothing is happening, as it turns out. The last time I had anything remotely close to OOBE-like activity for almost two years. There was a time I would have welcomed this absence in my life. Now, I miss it. But, I also know it never stops forever. And I have no doubt it will be back when it is right for me to experience something new. 

Until then, I am considering publishing a few experiences between the years 2014 and 2018. I just have to re-write them to protect the innocent. I am kidding. But I do want to remove or alter names that exist in the versions of the experiences as they currently exist in my journals. 

Until then, I will see you out there.