OBE 

Date: November 18, 2019 : 6 – 8AM
Shift phenomena : standard low rolling vibrations
Location : my purple room, dad’s house – year : 1980
Activity : blood, hair and skin cell samples are being taken. testing for Wilson’s disease
Players : the ETs – female nurse, young male – extremely close friend, Roswell, ( the idea to write/communicate w/ ) Dawn Shears

Around 6AM following a brief sleep interruption I consciously request an OBE..

Sometime later I am keying in on the shift, just your standard low rolling vibrations and the knowing to not move. Consciousness is not steady, it is fluctuating, coming in and out. —Following the shift I am inside and *outside my purple bedroom with two others ( one definitely male and on my left, this one is more prevalent in the experience than the other. He is speaking with me while the other is simply here on my right. From the vantage of the outside view, which it should be said is upstairs and not ground level – we are looking in through the window. From this area I am my 54 year old self.

Inside the room is dark.., as it would be with the heavy floor to ceiling, wall to wall drapes shut closed. I am however able to also see the concept of the white sheers and the light as it would be perceived through them. *I am able to see my view from the outside, from the inside location. ( note : synch with dawn ‘shears’ and ‘sheers’ ). I am laying prone, face down in the bed. Throughout the experience the bed is shifting positions. A variety of concepts are present in this, one of which is that it was/has been/is my tendency to rearrange my living and sleep spaces regularly.

Inside I am my much younger self. This data is not coming from the visual field but from a third location, principally my own conscious state of awareness, where-in I am calling for my age at the time of this event due to a few things that are occurring. One – I am in a vulnerable position and so opting out of alot of the visuals ( *very common for me in experiences ‘on the table’ ). Another is that a diagnosis / disease is being determined and I am calling to know 1 ) what it is, and 2 ) whether it is current or in the past. Almost before I ask it is answered. I am here in this room 15 years old.

I am, at the onset of entering the room, in my current, full conscious state of awareness laying supine, face up in the bed. A laptop is laying over my legs, my calves and then shins. Movements are making it slowly creep off to one side. I don’t want to move, to interrupt the experience, the flow – so I let it continue and fall off to the floor. I am now as I am as the 15 year old me, laying prone. The nurse is now here and saying she is taking the blood sample. Even though a great deal of the visuals are not in play, tactile sensations are and I am in ongoing telepathic communication with her.

My heart rate, the heart rate of the 15 year old me – is slightly elevated. But not by too much which is surprising, and notable to my 54 year old self. The nurse is telling me everything she is doing in advance of her doing it. Every type of sample she is taking. Blood, hair and skin cell samples. I am asking questions, beginning with what I am being tested for.. Which I find myself immediately knowing is Wilson’s disease. There is an energy interplay here that is now catching much of my attention. The calm, detached energy of the nurse and dynamic, stimulated energy of a new arrival.

I am hearing him in my mind, seeing him across the room and knowing one thing more than any other. He is an extremely close friend. Someone who cares more for me than possibly even myself. There is a collection of concepts making up his visual appearance. 1 ) My same ‘colorings’, 2 ) Roswell New Mexico, 3 ) Michael Vlamis. He is coming over close to me, saying there is no way he will ever let anything happen to me. He is focused on a full cure and already launching into ideas which will bring this about. The energy is so excited, in contract with the nurse it is becoming too much.

I am losing connection with the experience, with the full flow of the stream of data. I am knowing there is a line of people coming to see me behind the nurse. This male friend, Dawn and others… I am still in telepathic communication from various points with various others and shifting with the echo of all this back into physical space. Where I am synching with all the points within myself. Absorbing ( from ) all of them.

The data from each, like puzzle pieces all falling together all at once.

Endlessly fascinating.

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