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.