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After a few hours in Boston we are heading back to Richmond today. It will be good to arrive home and see familiar things again. Here’s a list of things it will be great to see again. The family and the dogs are at the top of the list. But then we have things that do not breathe or jump up and down. On the top of that list is the broadband connection. I have not been able to do my Daily Blog Reports because it takes so long to go back and forth on the web. Blogging in general has slowed down although I have found some good raw material in our travels.
I miss my bed. Don’t we all when we are away from home? But it sits there patiently waiting for our return. I was reading recently about OBE’s or out of body experiences. One of the exercises it recommends to develop this ability is to imagine yourself someplace that is very familiar and start checking off items around the room. So tonight I have been visualizing my bed and all the other things in my bedroom. That’s difficult however because I keep going back to my computer and the broadband connection at the rear of it. It’s like nothing else matters. The pictures, books and clothes are all secondary. I need speed. Maybe someday we will be able to travel like this. Who knows? Ten thousand years from now how do you think we will be getting around? Just think about the progress we have made in the last one hundred years. It is staggering. And the pace of these advances may be increasing as well. I know some folks think all this is leading to a major explosion and setback. There are stories about this happening in the past. Fabled Atlantis was one of Edgar Cayce’s favorite subjects. Edgar was a psychic from Virginia Beach who died in the 1940’s. He described some of the ways they traveled back then and if I remember correctly they had cars that used magnets and didn’t actually touch the ground. Eventually the earth went through some violent changes and all this was lost beneath the seas. It makes for fascinating reading.
There are stories of Indian yogis who dematerialize and travel from place to place. It may just be that anything is possible as the saying goes. I don’t know. Maybe I will ask someone who has been here twice as long as I have. Oh, wait. I can’t do that. Everyone who was here back then has disappeared. They all went away using a very different mode of transportation. How odd. I’m sure there’s a perfectly rational explanation for that. Or many different explanations depending on who you ask. And depending on his or her personality and upbringing. In other words it’s all opinion. All of it.
And the sky has so many stars in it you cannot count them all. How odd. Where are we exactly? Maybe if I can just concentrate on my bed long enough it will appear.
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