Over the last couple of years I have been working very diligently to expand and liberate my consciousness. I have learned to appear in the dreams of others at will. I have learned to communicate with the Gods on other planes of reality. I have learned how to teach the masses methods by which they may communicate with the Sun and Stars.
During the last year, I have noticed that my clocks have been behaving erratically. Some run fast, others run slow. I decided to investigate the phenomena and determine why this was happening. I set the clock beside my bed and the atomic clock on the wall some ten feet away to the same time. The clock at my bedside is a simple digital clock. I noticed that when I meditated, the bedside clock often moved forward. This time, I wanted to do a comparison.
After meditating for one month, I noticed that my beside clock ran almost 29 minutes faster than my wall clock. Sometimes while meditating, I looked at the wall clock and noticed that the seconds seemed to take far to long to change. Sometimes, one second took almost 5-6 seconds to change. I could scarcely believe what I was seeing. I didn’t know what to make of the change. The time dilation effect continued even after I stopped meditating. The space near the clock where I meditated remained permanently dilated.
After the experiment was over, I noticed that my dreams were much clearer. Touch, taste, smell, hearing, and sight were all heightened to a very high degree. I also noticed that people in the dream seemed to notice me more. Then it happened.
One night about two weeks ago while I was dreaming, I saw a friend of my who had passed away a few years ago. We called him Superman because he was very muscular and like to wear tight t-shirts. He was a great person and unfortunately suffered and untimely death due to heart attack at a very early age. He greeted my warmly and asked how I was doing. We chatted for a few minutes and then he said that he had met a lady who said she knew me. We jogged over to a large crossing on the road nearby and I spotted someone that I knew very well.
Miss Dorothy (not her real name) was a very kind elderly black lady that I had taken care of during my psychiatry practice in Arizona. She was one of the first people that came to me when I opened up my practice and she remained my patient for the entire 16 years of my stay in Arizona. I loved talking with her and watching over her during her troubling times. When I left my practice, she cried and gave me a big hug. I cried a little too. I had not heard anything from her in years. Seeing her on this side of the fence meant only one thing.
Superman tapped her on the shoulder and pointed to me.
He said, “I told you I would find him.”
I walked up to Miss Dorothy and gave her a big hug. She looked at me and started crying. I cried a little bit too.
She wore a big beautiful white hat and a white gown with a purple jacket. The jacket had red sequins and big blue buttons. After we finished hugging, I asked her where she was going.
She said that she just wanted to make it to the light in the distance. She didn’t know how long she had been walking.
I asked Miss Dorothy to sit with me on a nearby bench. She took my hand and we walked a few yards to the bench area. She looked at me and smiled.
“Miss Dorothy, do you know where you are? Do you know what this place is?”
“Its the park near my house Dr. Gibson. I come here all the time.”
“Miss Dorothy, I have some bad news for you. Mam, you have passed over to the other side. I am so sorry, but you have died.”
“Dr. Gibson that’s not possible, I feel fine. I’m a little tired from walking, but I feel good.”
Whenever Miss Dorothy took her meds and beat her illness, she would flash me a toothy grin and proudly state how good she felt. When she was not feeling well and fighting in the throes of depression, she would cry and say Dr. Gibson, I’m not doing to well.
She flashed her trademark toothy grin at me today. I felt very awkward telling her what I had to say.
“Miss Dorothy, I am going to help you get to the other side. Even though you have passed, you are still doing very well. That light in the distance is a good place. I am going to help you get there.”
Miss Dorothy took my hand and walked with me toward the light. Shortly after that, I woke up.
I realize now that part of my physical consciousness has expanded into the adjacent astral world. I can see and hear events in the next world as clearly as I can in the physical world. I actually have to block those senses so that I can function effectively in this world.
A number of other people approached me that night about helping this cross into the next world. As far as I could see, thousands and thousands of people wandered on this near barren road strewn landscape. The vast majority had nothing but the clothes on their backs. Some were nude. Most didn’t seem to know that they had died.
I will make regular trips to this world and help all that I can. This blog will be a chronicle of my journeys there.