It was in the early eighties when a friend from the Netherlands was
due to visit us in Sydney, Australia, and arrive within 2 weeks. Curious
as to how the time would pass with him and his wife, I went into my
Akashic Construct and 'roped in' time. Weeks went by, then months. Eight
months went by, and there appeared his wife, pale, sad, forlorn.
I had to write off the experience as perhaps being a failure - mind
chatter, not gone deep enough, whatever. There were too many successes,
day after day, to be concerned about one possible failure. A week later
there was an apparition in my home. Clearly, it was the Dutchman, who
had apparently just died. His grieving wife did visit us, but her trip
was delayed by about eight months.
An Akashic Construct participant writes
- August 30, 2010.
Dear George and All,
I have been reading your 11:11 messages and website for some time. Today
I read through a great many messages indeed, many "From
the Desk of George Barnard." - on www.1111Angels.com - and
several of the accounts rang a bell, and I decided to share a story
many might appreciate.
In 2000 I was still quite atheistic, and though I was raised Catholic,
I had long since decided there was no God, as I had never felt Him in
Church, and had fallen prey to the 'logic' contingent.
One morning -- the morning following Yom Kippur - I arrived at work,
and received a phone call from the wife of a co-worker. My co-worker,
Lon, was Jewish, and had mentioned on the previous day that he intended
to practice the Yom Kippur tradition of repentance when he got home,
though he'd been a non-practicing Jew for most of his adult life.
So, the morning followingYom Kippur, I got that call from Lon's wife,
saying he had died the evening before, while reading to their young
son. He suddenly clutched his heart and that was it . . . He was only
I can't describe my shock and sadness. Just then, our corporation's
mailman, Tony, arrived in the office, just as I hung up the phone. He'd
been visiting his home in the Phillipines for 1 month, and obviously,
he did not know of Lon's death -- I was the first to have news of it,
and had only just hung up the phone to the unfortunate news.
Tony said straight away, 'Michele, why was Lon here so early this morning?'
Too shocked to respond, I only gave him a curious look. Tony continued:
'I saw Lon all the way down the hall, but he wasn't wearing your usual
uniform. He had on the dress uniform, white slacks, white jacket, with
a white cloth across his arm.' (We were waiters for the executives.)
Tony asked, 'Was Lon here at 5am because we had Japanese businessmen
visiting?' (We sometimes accommodated their Jet Lag by hosting meals
at odd hours.)
I then told Tony about the news that Lon was dead.
Tony refused to believe it. 'Just this morning I saw him, Michele, and
as you know, at the moment I saw him, I did not know he was dead.'
This began a little 'murmuring' inside of me. Apart from the grief over
my friend's death, something beautiful began stirring in me -- some
sense of connection to the beyond. And need I remind you, at the time
I was an atheist.
Lon's death was approximately one year prior to the events of 9/11.
Over the course of the following year, leading up to those events, a
strange occurrence began in my life. First, 11:11 time prompting returned
to me. As a child I had experienced these time prompts, yet as an adult,
as atheism 'set in', they disappeared.
However, in addition to the 11:11 time prompts, something new started
happening. I began to see my birthdate everywhere I looked. License
plates . . . telephone numbers recited by someone standing in queue
before me . . . markings on invoices . . . everywhere I looked, the
same numbers repeated over and over again: 11/25/77.
Then 9/11 happened. I sat watching the events live on TV, as I so happened
to turn on the TV the moment after they became public. The planes 11,
125, and 77 . . . the last plane was 93 (which to this day, as yet,
has no hidden meaning to me).
Now, to my way of thinking, the numbers of the planes had no real meaning
-- I mean, the events of 9/11 had their own meaning, no one on earth
cared what numbers the planes were. Yet, the numbers of the planes were
the numbers of my own birthday. And further, I'd been seeing them for
the full year leading up to 9/11 . . . the full year after Lon's death.
I didn't know what to make of any of this, but after years of pondering
it, I thought to myself: Lon was a highly curious, rigorous, enthusiastic
man. He and I loved discussing world politics and events; he involved
himself in all matters of science, religion, philosophy. Had he lived
to see the terrible events of 9/11, indeed, he would have enjoyed (perhaps
the wrong word here, but bear with me) discussing the implications.
He would have found the events ripe for philosophical discussions. It
would have provided the two of us with endless hours of debate.
So I concluded that perhaps once one crosses over to the other side,
one has access to all events past, present and future . . . and that
it was Lon himself, newly aware of the events to soon come, who decided
to assist me in overcoming my atheistic world view, by offering me a
tiny glimpse into the future.
Could he perhaps have decided that one way to help me to attain to a
new level of spiritual growth, was to show me that he had advanced knowledge
of future events? And further, that he had gone on existing past the
time of his unfortunate death?
These events may never have any explanation, but they have resulted
in a profound change in me, and I wanted to share them . . .
© 11:11 Progress Group.
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