An Akashic Construct participant writes
- 17 December, 2009.
Hey George! I don't know what to do with
him. He's there, and I'm looking at him in profile -- What a handsome
guy! If I was ten years younger! Hmmm! -- but he's not looking at me,
and he's not saying a word. He seems to be awaiting orders, or something.
From an earlier post: Same guy. I see him more clearly now. Looks to
be about 30. Sharp features, well tanned. No facial hair, and 6' tall
I would say. I'm sure he's a Midwayer, like you said. He oozes strength
and personality. Hugs to you and Sunny . . . Teresa.
George: It's only a theory of mine. Over the years, hundreds
of my theories have cracked like egg shells, or sprung really big leaks.
I learned to be careful, so I'm only telling you what I think. It is
this: Beyond the actual initial contact of you receiving the 11:11 AM
and 11:11 PM 'how-dee-dos,' it's up to you to accept the Midwayer Helper/Teacher
you are being shown. He's also not in your living room. He could well
be on another continent, quite unaware of the presence of your out-of-body
Thought Adjuster, who has remained in communication with your brain/mind,
but is waiting for a clear signal from you.
Back in 1972 I was looking at the Chief (ABC-22) and he was on sentinel
duty, high up on a rocky outcrop in Kiowa/Comanche territory (not Africa,
as I first thought), and he did not perceive my Thought Adjuster allowing
me to see him in profile. Not until I showed some interest did the Chief
realize he was being watched by me.
Some vague kind of confirmation came in about 1978, or later, when my
clinical efforts dealt with 'a veritable wave' of attempted suicides
and PTSD cases, and I grunted at three of the Celestial crew, "Why
d'ye pick on me?" Rightly the reply was, "You picked us!"
Oh, yeah! So I did! With my Thought Adjuster as the intermediary, I
had selected that (likely already existing) 11:11 Emergency Platoon
as my Teachers. Too bad about the clinic's overload; it was my share,
and part of the platoon's regular business.
Many years later, I tricked a Morontia Companion to look me in the eyes.
It astounded me what I learned about that sweet little guy and his friends
during momentary eye contact - a mere fleeting glance. The eyes are
the mirrors of the soul. They can tell you anything, and there's no
reason why you should have intimate details about "Mr. Handsome
Guy" if you don't speak up, or show some interest, not misplaced
fear. Free-will humans have the last say, Teresa.
And it's only just a wild theory of George Barnard.
© 11:11 Progress Group.
You lit a Flame, and it will become a Raging FireABC-22.