27 October 2002: So many are trapped

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Queue to the doctor – and to trapped souls

Along with many, many others I visit a special doctor. I start to understand what I should do about all those people who are trapped.

 

—– ooOO – OOoo —–

 

A man was waiting in a cafe, I went and fetched him. We went together to a special building where there was a doctor. A lot of people were outside.

This doctor had his reception on the second floor of the building. There were problems getting up to the second floor. You had to creep and crawl through a hole to get up there. You could do it in two ways. Myself, I got up there somehow. The man I had with me got up there a simpler way. In any case we both got up there. In the upper rooms lots of people were standing queuing for the doctor, an enormous number of people.

One of them, whoever it was, asked what was wrong with me. I replied that there was nothing wrong with me; I was as healthy as anything.

I never saw the doctor but I understand in retrospect who it was. It was the creator himself.

 

—– ooOO – OOoo —–

 

I was thinking last night that perhaps it was not necessary for me to go with those who are not getting anywhere, those who are behind the fence or trapped somewhere else. The answer is in the dream.

Apparently, there are masses of them. So, everyone can not come to me at once, and come with me where I go. I’m not saying that it is so, but it could be this way.

 

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“I never saw the doctor but I understand in retrospect who it was. It was the creator himself.”