9, 13 and 19 November 2012:

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Lonely man with many patrons

There four years to go until the big bang. I carefully select material for the book and realize how much support I am getting. 

 

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9 November

It was an enlightening dream I had this morning.  I found myself in a large apartment. There was lots of stuff on the table and in storage areas, really, there was stuff everywhere. I put some in plastic bags and immediately threw the bags away. But there was so much left!  Among all of these items there was not one that struck me immediately as something worth keeping.

I thought, in my logic, that I should have brought all the moving boxes with me that I have stored in my basement.

There was a woman close by me the whole time. I did not see her but I knew she was there.  This woman was surely Ona as she is now known. She did not get involved with my decision to keep some of the things.

Last night I went through my notebooks from 1998 and 1999.

As I write our book I must be critical of everything that is written. Not that there’s anything wrong with what has been written, but everything cannot be included in the book, it would not fit. There would be several books otherwise and there’s no time for that.

There are almost four years left before the bang, and then all the upheavals will take place.

I’m glad I got this in my dream; it’s made it easier now.

 

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It is two o’clock in the afternoon. I have been going through writings and been writing for several hours.

I blame myself sometimes; it has to do with Chreel. Could I have done anything different?

I am also very lonely. This both Ona and you, my other self, know. You who are often and much with me. But I anyway feel lonely sometimes.

I look forward to the day I can come home again, home to you.

It will take many, many years more and I will be working with people and their souls all I can. I know it is my great task in life, I will never give up on it.

‘Sitting here on the couch, having a coffee, I feel your support.

 

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13 November

Last night I did what I usually do. I read a bit of one of the Sarum novels, and turned out the light at eleven o’clock. I woke up after an hour and was in full swing with my rounds. I knew that I had been doing them an hour earlier, cut them short and fallen asleep.

I dreamed that I was here, where I now live. A bus carrying people had come a long way from the north. It stopped outside my home. I thought I saw that it only had women passengers. All these women were in great spirits, like something good awaited them. I saw how one of them sat in a sling or device that could shoot them. I saw how they were shot out to land somewhere far, far away. With my logic I thought that they might hurt themselves on landing, but that did not seem to be the case.

The driver of the bus was a man. He had got at flat tire and showed it to me. I said I would try to help him. I went home and picked up a crowbar like in the old days and lifted the wheel. Meanwhile, the women continued to be launched into the air, one after the other.

I asked the driver if the tire was OK now and he responded that it was still flat. The driver too, had a crowbar in his hands.

There, the dream faded away.

It was wrong that night when I did not complete my rounds. The bus driver was surely myself.

I shouted out, sought and called these souls when the morning came. I hope they arrived after all the troubles.

 

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I fell asleep this morning after my rounds.  I was at a train station about to take a train somewhere.  Many police officers and others came and stopped me. They would not let me go.

I do not know if it was the dark side, or what it was. Then, a lot of younger men came to me to help resist this superior power.

The train began to move, and the younger men ran with me on along the side of train. I seem to recall I managed to get on it.

I understand that there is a huge amount of help that I am getting. It’s not just those two at the screens, but many, many others.

I’m so grateful.  Without them it would not have worked.

 

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19 November

I found myself in a large workplace, there were many people there. As for me, I lived alone in a tiny house. It was no bigger than a few square meters.

I had a lot of very nice things inside it. These were not wrapped up like presents, these were abstract things.

Outside, things were in full swing both one thing and the other wear happening. A man came to me from the union or something similar. His job was to make sure everything worked.

I perceived him as man about sixty years of age. I was thinking that I’m not a union member – how will this work out – but everything went well.

I was wearing a special overall that covered me from the feet up to the neck. A press stud had come undone around the back of the neck. There was a woman who saw this. She came behind me and did it up for me..

It’s nice to get help sometimes.  Life gets much easier, you get energy from it and it’s more fun in every way.

 

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I had a nice dream this morning.  It gave me the answer to something I have been thinking about for a long time. It is about those who left a long, long time ago.

I understand there were many but I had no idea there were so many of them.
I saw a giant stack of husks or shells. There were not millions of them, but billions, incredibly many, completely incalculable. I was so glad I got to finally see them; I’ve only sensed them before. I have known they were there but not seen them until now. I feel great joy from this.

I smeared all the walls and ceiling of my tunnels with light, feelings of limitlessness flowed throughout my body. I understand who I got these felling from – my second, boundless self. These feelings stayed with me all the time during the morning rounds and were among the best I have ever experienced.

I now understand fully how things really are, something I could not even have dreamt of in the past. Which is, of course, now.

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“As I write our book I must be critical of everything that is written. Not that there’s anything wrong with what has been written, but everything cannot be included in the book, it would not fit.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“There are almost four years left before the bang, and then all the upheavals will take place.”  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“It will take many, many years more and I will be working with people and their souls all I can.”  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I now understand fully how things really are, something I could not even have dreamt of in the past. Which is, of course, now.”