[Rndouglas]

Hello & Gday to all here.....we havent been here for a while since my last post, due to so many horrific circumstances happening in my lonely life, which is lonely no more....
Last night after reaching about three quarters thru Robert the Bruces 'Astral dynamics', l layed in bed with a candle on the table, watching it flicker and wondered if we (my double and me) would ever get to really feel the exit and entry with the memory download...well as the night went on, we found ourselves laying on our back and wondering if all this stuff that happens to me is real or just dreams, "no it aint we heard a voice say".

After a little while we felt or went into that strange sense of feeling, we felt so heavy and we fought it as we thought that once again we were being kidnapped, but no and we forced our eyes open, which was darn hard work and stayed open for a few miniutes, and concentrated on what Robert had written, being no longer afraid, we closed our eyes again to immediatley go back into feeling ever so heavy but quite alert.

Once again we forced ourselves to awaken, repeating "wake up Annie, Wake up and remember". My eyes opened and feeling quite relaxed, turned over on my side to resume again (no special breathings, just relaxed) and then once again it all began, only this time, we kept repeating, "remember annie") and whalla with my eyes closed yet fully aware, the strange vibrations and swirlings began again, only this time we were fully aware and awake.

Instantly we felt a little tugging and out we came, we could see the full length mirror and the window in my dark little room. In the mirror we saw a shadow side on, and at the window a much bigger shadow face on, tho we could not see the full facial features.
We concentrated on going thru the window, and we did, the feeling was ever so brief, and a little cool, we wondered this, but still we then flew or rosevery fast up and above the trees that surrround where l am temporally staying in another old forest.

The night was very clouded, this was true in real time and my Being Energy began to speed up, so as we were once again together, me and myself we thought of a place to go or someone to visit.

we chose one image but we then changed up our minds and thort of another image (this may have been too much for my first flight being awake) we could feel ourselves returning much faster than leaving, so quickly on the advice of Robert, we said to ourselves, 'remember the memory annie, recall it all", this l kept repeating until l felt my eyelids flutter and open, and we/i remembered every detail, even more than is being written here.

As l layed there, quite excited and forever will know that we do 'travel' and we can now record these events or adventures as l liken to name them.

So it is true, and yet we did not prepare ourselves, we never do, we just let it happen, we were so happy to finally know the truth of our gifts of stories and poetry and anything else that is wonderfully magical that we wont mention here in this moment.

My journey lasted only a couple or a few minutes, and we are very thankful at keeping my first 'aware' take off and landing to ultrashort.
Not intentionally, but theres another that seems in the background watching me, a bit like a brother or teacher or even parent, whatever we are very thankful.

We are able to 'sense' instead something natural within that has been doing or being this Energy for such a long long time, and now we are not ever going to be frightened of anything. Something has been teaching us for these past 7 to 8 years all during such sadness beyond my own expressions....ahhhhh finally we have found each other and know it....

**The word 'WE' has been used here, as just( I )would not be truthful, there are two of us,and perhaps even more, which would also be true.

My story would not stop and all the books on knowledge would only be a sliver or just the tip of a ice berg retold here in human terms of expression.

We wondered why on holiday, and a very tearful one at that , should this book pop out onto a table in the Philipines where most there would not even be interested, we now know it was the final touches to my life as being now.

thanks robert....thanx

Ps A story that has been told to me over and over in the most poetical music we have ever heard may now come forward and we can begin our own 'Once Upon A Time' under a anagram of the ONE, Wonder that permeates and lives in all of us, waiting to be raised by us all....or shall it remain a secret as it has always has? We wonder.

An nie Oh