Journal Entry 33
Wednesday 06/23/2004Around 5:00 p.m.
In
light of all the rare and heartrending events that have taken place this year,
it occurred to me that I ought to be meditating more. So, as daylight turned to dusk, I settled down
for the night and put on one of Sylvia Browne’s discs, similar to the one I
played back when.
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As
I become engrossed in the meditative process, my patio chimes start to
ring. Yet, they are not so much ringing
as clanging now. Is it the wind? It would
seem so, but I don’t bother to check because I’m already immersed in deep
breathing. Then several minutes into my
meditation as I follow along with Sylvia’s instructions, I hear not only the
chimes but an amazing communication as well.
The words seem to be coming from Charlemagne, my spirit guide. I can hear him very well. Not only that, but I am also able to see his pronouncements
in my mind’s eye, like so:
Cloud pole
Smart spirit
Thanks for coming to help!
I
have no context for these words, except for the phrase “smart spirit”. Sounds like an entity who thinks quite well
of himself. Or is he, perhaps, referring
to the spirit in me? In any case, I am
so in awe of his visit that I prefer to think it’s the former.
So, I say:
Hello Charlemagne
Thank you for coming!
I wonder if you can
tell me how Max is doing
Spirit
response:
Echo
Bravo
Charlie
The
reference to “Charlie” is interesting in light of Charlemagne’s name. Nevertheless, these words sound more like
something Max would say. Because of his
military training, he often used the NATO
phonetic alphabet [1] especially when talking on the phone. For example, if the other party seemed unable
to decipher his words, he’d usually resort to code: “Alpha” stands for the letter “A”, “Bravo”
for “B”, and so on, with a unique code word signifying each letter of the
alphabet.
Well
then, Spirit sent me the words “Echo, Bravo, Charlie.” If we resort to the NATO phonetic alphabet,
these words stand for the letters E, B, and C.
And although these three letters are just one letter away from Max’s old
employer’s name, they are not exactly right.
So, at this point, I am unable to determine the meaning of this
message. Yet, I would like to think that
Spirit is saying Max is doing great.
Then, before
ending my meditation, I ask my guide the following question:
Charlemagne, what is
my purpose here?
No more
than a moment later, I receive the following response:
Letter
Sunshine
Write
Now
this is starting to make more sense to me.
I enjoy writing letters and stories, and I hope that my writing will
bring sunshine and a sense of hope to others.
My first book, a memoir and family scrapbook, contains a few of the
letters Max and I had sent each other, along with our poetry and prose (reference
Journal Entry 5). Though I published
that first manuscript not long after Max died, the first several sections
contain some (hopefully) comical elements.
Perhaps our humor in this second book will bring a sense of joy and hope
as well to readers all over the world.
This
was my first effort at interpreting today’s communications. Perhaps these messages have other meanings
too. For example, I live in sunny
Arizona. Is “sunshine” a reference to my
locale? With respect to the phrase,
“thanks for coming to help,” I wonder how I might possibly be helping; through
my writing? With this means of
expression, we are potentially able to reach millions. Yet, maybe I’m helping in other ways. I have come to understand that time, as we
know it, has no meaning in the spirit world.
Perhaps my “coming to help” resides in some future set of
circumstances. In any event, I have
recorded and will retain all the communications I have received, and might as
yet receive, in hopes that these connections will come to have even greater
meaning over time. Regardless, the value
I have already derived from these mind-blowing encounters truly surpasses all
experience!
Post Script 1
No
doubt someone will set forth a plausible question like this: are you just “hearing” your own
thoughts?
At
times, it is difficult to decipher the words that arise from Spirit versus
those I bring to consciousness of my own volition. However, I find that Spirit words have a
distinct murmur and often arrive with a spectacular visual flash. Most of the time, such words are transmitted
in a strident “voice” permitting me to determine the source at once. At other times, the prominent words, numbers
and symbols arrive in motion, as if emerging from a great distance. With eyes closed, these objects increase in
size as they “fly” to the forefront of my visual field. When this happens, I am generally able to determine
the words because the text and background tend to appear in contrasting colors,
i.e., red text with a yellow background, dark blue against pink, and so forth.
Yet
I have more difficulty discerning what I call pure thought transmissions. These are not visual, nor prominent, nor do I
perceive any word movement. However, the
thought transmissions I do receive tend to have a murmuring quality which facilitates
discernment. As a rule, I am able to
ascertain that a thought has been transmitted from an external source if it is uncommon,
eccentric, or even fantastic – a
thought I would probably not have entertained – not even in a bizarre dream.
I
feel especially confident that Spirit is sending me a pure thought transmission
if some corroborating evidence
arrives contiguous in time with the communication, i.e., if something synchronous
happens when the transmission occurs. My
journal entry of January 1st offers the ultimate instance of this
idea. My dear husband’s spirit hollered
at me, “Pull your socks up, mate!” In a
flash, I knew he had come to console me in his own inimitable way. And after several attempts at grasping his
words, I actually did “receive” his entire communication. However, despite Max’s characteristically
persistent posture during his first appearance, I’d been unable to comprehend
the exact meaning of his words. This is
because my mind would never have constructed this strange sentence – an alien
concept to me. Nevertheless, in time I
came to learn and understand the true meaning and value of his paternal
greeting!
Along
with Max’s heartfelt words on that phenomenal New Year’s Day, came the most
astounding thing – his ethereal image that appeared like a hologram in my field
of view. Given my newfound ability to
discern, his words had no visual impact.
But his ghostly reflection came just after I heard him say, “Pull your
socks up, mate!” That is, Max’s image
arrived contiguous in time to his words.
This synchronicity, the vivid
vision of Max along with my mind-blowing auditory experience, solidified the whole encounter forever in my
mind, and in my being. No matter what
others might think or say, you reach a point where you just know, and
the knowing becomes the cornerstone of your existence.
Post Script 2
Concerning
the phrase, “cloud pole”, I realized while editing this entry that my spirit
guide might have been referring to the ramada on my back porch. The sturdy beams of the ramada hold the wind
chimes that rang wildly as I received his communication in time and space. The ramada columns serve as upright supports;
albeit posts rather than round poles, but the idea is similar. When I think of my home and the cloud pole
concept, I think of a ramada beam. On
the other hand, Charlemagne may have been referring to something else. I encourage spirit sleuths to come up with
their own interpretations.
In
retrospect, I think that the “movement words” differ from simple thought
transmissions in the intensity of the delivery.
That is, the words I “see” in my mind’s eye seem to be sent with greater
force. As a result, I am able to see
them clearly. Then again, perhaps the
deeper I go into meditation, the more I am capable of receiving thought
transmissions and seeing words and numbers in motion. So, is it the sender or the receiver? Perhaps it is both.
Stay tuned to this blog for my Quantum Physics piece, in light of our encounters with the paranormal since 2003.
ReplyDeleteYours very truly,
Mandy Berlin
Hey Mandy, it's Carolyn. This is too much! Thanks for sharing it with everybody. Wow, isn't that hard to do? Bless you, hon! Can't wait to read the whole book..
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