This building where I live has been built into a hillside because of this the hallways only have doors on one side and it is a very long building, over 200 foot long, My place is at the very end of and when I come in from the underground parking I have front of me about 150 fool long hallway. As I turned in from the parking I looked toward the end because there is in where I live: in the last condo.
So I look toward the end and there is a ghost right front of my place and when I seen this Ghost I was thinking: Waiting for me and I need to give a session than I instead giving auditing commands I asked: What can I do for you? I seen the ghost move forward -toward where the body was=me and in a second I was enveloped in white mist and the Ghost conveyed: I just wanted to give you a hug and vanished.
How I feel about this you ask? Nice-very nice. But by now I am used to this: being constantly surrounded at all times by Ghosts- Beings.. we co-exist. When I have sessions, the sessions is not just about ”me- I” but we have session and each of us confronts the subject on their own reality-awareness level and have the cognition the same way: on that level.
We by now we are not having the sessions to free-self [ which we do of course] but to learn- understand how we created and how our own creation trapped us: we are here to learn.
Those who remain here after becoming free, they do because they want to…. And because these Beings are here [ where ever that maybe– since I do not know what and where ” here” means to any one.] I often emphasise: my reality -beliefs are mine alone and everyone has to find their own truth. For this reason I don’t ”debate” either: I have no intention to convince anyone that what I know- believe in is the truth for someone other than me.
BECAUSE WHEN WE WANT TO CONVINCE OTHER THAT WE ARE RIGHT: THIS SIMPLY MEANS: WE ARE IMPLANTING- ENFORCING SOMETHING. And by now we carry big enough burden of our own making, and not OK to add more to someone else’s load.
I love the Universe I am in.. it is on incredible creation… and not having on identity, not being somebody is truly a happy state to be in.
Comments of course welcome and if someone care to write privately here is my e-mail
email@example.com, my email address is from a recall when I lived in China and the string of pearls belonged to the princess… who was not me, but whom I loved ”secretly”.