Here and Now...What's Happening?

[ulli]

listening to the Michael Newton interview right now...
I can feel a calmness...but still very strange. Life is such a mystery....

[1inMany]

I'm so sorry, Ulli. All my love...

[Playdo of Ataraxas]

I'm sorry to hear too Ulli. It made me think of one of my favorite poems. I know this doesn't serve as consolation, but I post with love and consideration, Tennyson's "Crossing the Bar"

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home!

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For though from out our bourn of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.

[sandy]

Thinking of you Ulli and send heartfelt sympathy for your loss.

[Dennis Leahy]

Posted by ulli (here)
I just received a call from my son in Barbados informing me that my best friend,
fashion designer Simon Foster, died today of a heart attack.
I first met him in 1974, hours after arriving in the island.
My life changed totally as a result.
I can't imagine Barbados without Simon....he was an institution.
I'm so upset...words fail me......
In case some of you can find him up there...lost and confused...
please help him find his way.

Oh, Ulli... to lose a best friend... I honestly have not experienced such a loss as that, and don't really know what you're feeling (though I suspect it's disbelief and shock mixed with other emotions right now.)

I don't know anything about fashion, so had to Ixqick him, and found this innovative, creative, and evocative image: http://www.simonfostersourcing.com/s...d_craft002.jpg

So sorry for your loss...

Dennis

[mojo]

Best wishes Ulli.

[ulli]

Posted by Dennis Leahy (here)

Posted by ulli (here)
I just received a call from my son in Barbados informing me that my best friend,
fashion designer Simon Foster, died today of a heart attack.
I first met him in 1974, hours after arriving in the island.
My life changed totally as a result.
I can't imagine Barbados without Simon....he was an institution.
I'm so upset...words fail me......
In case some of you can find him up there...lost and confused...
please help him find his way.

Oh, Ulli... to lose a best friend... I honestly have not experienced such a loss as that, and don't really know what you're feeling (though I suspect it's disbelief and shock mixed with other emotions right now.)

I don't know anything about fashion, so had to Ixqick him, and found this innovative, creative, and evocative image: http://www.simonfostersourcing.com/s...d_craft002.jpg

So sorry for your loss...

Dennis

Thanks Dennis and everyone.
The news is only beginning to sink in.
The four stages of death- shock, denial, anger and acceptance.
Im just starting over here....
Shock shock shock....

The link you gave above is not the same Simon, btw.

He is here, top right.
http://www.simonpeterdos.com/#/aboutus

Peter Bowen, his partner, on his left. Both are great artists.

Here is a glam Simon Foster dress.



RIP, Simon. He knew all about my Village....

[araucaria]

Posted by Calz (here)
Domestic duties done ...

here is your memo ...

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=DREeKO5VAAI

Thanks for feeding me along with your kids Calz I'll post a reaction later today.

So sorry to hear of your loss Ulli. But your friend doesn't sound like someone who'd be lost and confused, especially if he's heard of the Village.

[lookbeyond]

Oh Dear Ulli, so sorry to hear your sad news, loving thoughts to you and Simon, love lookbeyond

[ulli]

Had a dream last night...a huge wave swallowed him. I asked if he'd gotten wet, and he said, looking down at his drenched clothes...well, you do you think?" Slightly sarcastic, witty as always.
I took this picture of him, in his shop, the evening sun had caught the shadow of his mannequin.

[Wind]

I'm sorry to hear about your loss, Ulli. Much love.

[araucaria]

Posted by Calz (here)
Domestic duties done ...

here is your memo ...

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=DREeKO5VAAI

Much of what Courtney Brown has to say is acceptable to me. However, his valid point that many remote viewers tend to focus on worst-case scenarios neatly glosses over the fact that this puts them on a par with tabloid journalists and fear-mongering alternative media bloggers... I’d have liked him to say more about how he thinks, having come so close to his disaster scenario, we collectively snuffed it out. I would suggest that what is happening is that these so-called futures are actually past events that are still coming back to haunt us – the notion of catastrophobia (Barbara Hand Clow?). Exploring a timeless zone can be disorientating, I expect.

Also, I agree that his presentation of the material is not a copout; what is somewhat a copout is his analysis of timelines as separate, metaphorically speaking, TV channels – as if we just channel-hopped from a disaster movie to something nicer. This, by the way, is an appropriate metaphor for what he is doing: the word ‘television’ actually means ‘remote viewing’.

The trouble is that there are no completely separate channels any more (if there ever were) – the frequencies are interfering with each other to our increasing distraction. It is no longer an option to change channels, as we are getting the interference anyway. That is why I would say avoiding this particular catastrophe did not involve sweeping it under the carpet in this way onto another timeline. I would not want to lead a peaceful life in the here and now if it were by passing on such a state of affairs to an alternative reality. We want to clean up all the timelines together.

If you think of the problem in terms of the prison planet concept or the den of thieves galaxy or universe that everyone else has come from far and wide to deal with, it is because the situation here is an issue that has been swept under the carpet for so long and is now causing such universal interference that it has to be dealt with once and for all. The whole notion of timelines is likely a part of the problem, a flaking off of successive subrealities, rather like white light flakes off into the colour spectrum as it is distorted through a prism.

Hence, while C. Brown sees quasi-infinite timelines as the way this universe works, I would see them as one of the ways in which it is dysfunctional. Ulli’s remark on the value of behaving with integrity is relevant here: integrity means being the same person yesterday, today, tomorrow and always. This stillness amounts to opening up no new timelines and, going beyond that, closing undesired ones down.

One last point. I read the other day a remark compatible with quasi-infinite timelines, to the effect that we have all done everything, been the best and been the worst. This for me is a modern version of original sin and it is deliberately confusing in people’s minds two very different levels, an ultimate one at which there is no such thing as evil (everything is ultimately good), and the one we are operating at, namely where there are perpetrators doing things that cannot be condoned, and the rest who are responsible in the sense either of allowing this to go on or of doing something to stop it.



Perpetrators are separators, they see separation where we see none. When they reach the perfection of that separation which does not exist, they cease to exist for us.

[Calz]

Excellent post araucaria

Thank you


... and of course sorry for the loss of your friend ulli.

I lost my closest friend quite unexpectedly about a year ago and perhaps I will share an interesting story surrounding it later after you have had some time to heal.

[ulli]

Posted by Calz (here)
Excellent post araucaria

Thank you


... and of course sorry for the loss of your friend ulli.

I lost my closest friend quite unexpectedly about a year ago and perhaps I will share an interesting story surrounding it later after you have had some time to heal.

I'd love it if you would share it right now.
Healing is ongoing...especially when stories are being shared.

Thousands of people knew him and loved him in Barbados. All are in shock as he was very healthy, youthful, fit.
I'm getting Skype calls here in Costa Rica.
He was walking home from his shop, and dropped dead on the road. One friend passed there in her car, and seeing the police surrounding a white person lying by the side of the road she thought a tourist had been struck by a car, not realizing that it was Simon. So she drove on.

Weird coincidence: ...two of the houses I lived in during my ten years in Barbados later became Simon's home.
Not because he took over after I moved out, those homes had another tenant first, and then, when he had to move each time all that would be available at that moment was my former residence. So whenever I visited Simon later on it was like coming home.
This was very likely a case of belonging to the same soul group...
something Michael Newton was talking about in his interview.

[Calz]

Posted by ulli (here)

I'd love it if you would share it right now.
Healing is ongoing...especially when stories are being shared.

Okay Villagers ... gather around the campfire ...


Best friend of my life I didn't meet until college ... we got paired together in a dorm (go figure).

He met the "love of his life" during that time period and later got married.


Perhaps about 3 years ago or so his wife was diagnosed with cancer (several places and normally quite hard to recover from).

Well she fought the "good fight". Not quite as versed in the "ways of the world" as most villagers are but smart, savy and tough as nails.

We exchanged information on natural healing methods to address her situation. I even lent them the Gregg Braden vid with the 3 minute scene of a Chinese woman showing (via ultrasound I believe) her tumor being shrunken and dissolved by 3 Chinese practitioners. Bottom line of that was the patient must share the belief that it was, in fact, possible to heal yourself of cancer etc.


Anyway ... she played both sides of the fence. Did chemo and followed western medical advice while doing what she could on her own.

Lived much longer than the western doctors gave her hope for but eventually succumbed.


Anyway ... point of the story is that my best friend (the husband) died within a couple weeks (mid 50s) in an automobile accident.


Not a suicide (I am quite certain ... they had one teenage daughter still living with them). He was driving home from an AA meeting and some there noticed he was a little "off" but obviously didn't stop him.


He had a history of occasional seizures and driving (alone) went under and drove off a steep hill to his death.


Why I share the story is that is yet another of so very many stories we hear about "twin souls" ... "soulmates" or whatever when the 2nd almost immediately follows the first.


That is how I perceived it and it really gave me comfort in that everything was ***OKAY*** and that this was part of their life paths.


... and dats my story villagers

[Flash]

Posted by Calz (here)

Posted by ulli (here)

I'd love it if you would share it right now.
Healing is ongoing...especially when stories are being shared.

Okay Villagers ... gather around the campfire ...


Best friend of my life I didn't meet until college ... we got paired together in a dorm (go figure).

He met the "love of his life" during that time period and later got married.


Perhaps about 3 years ago or so his wife was diagnosed with cancer (several places and normally quite hard to recover from).

Well she fought the "good fight". Not quite as versed in the "ways of the world" as most villagers are but smart, savy and tough as nails.

We exchanged information on natural healing methods to address her situation. I even lent them the Gregg Braden vid with the 3 minute scene of a Chinese woman showing (via ultrasound I believe) her tumor being shrunken and dissolved by 3 Chinese practitioners. Bottom line of that was the patient must share the belief that it was, in fact, possible to heal yourself of cancer etc.


Anyway ... she played both sides of the fence. Did chemo and followed western medical advice while doing what she could on her own.

Lived much longer than the western doctors gave her hope for but eventually succumbed.


Anyway ... point of the story is that my best friend (the husband) died within a couple weeks (mid 50s) in an automobile accident.


Not a suicide (I am quite certain ... they had one teenage daughter still living with them). He was driving home from an AA meeting and some there noticed he was a little "off" but obviously didn't stop him.


He had a history of occasional seizures and driving (alone) went under and drove off a steep hill to his death.


Why I share the story is that is yet another of so very many stories we hear about "twin souls" ... "soulmates" or whatever when the 2nd almost immediately follows the first.


That is how I perceived it and it really gave me comfort in that everything was ***OKAY*** and that this was part of their life paths.


... and dats my story villagers

OK, campfire time, I will share mine and I hope it will help you Ulli,

My father died of lung cancer when I was 32. At the time, I knew about Edgar Cayce, but it is about all. So I had gotten his books to help my dad, but my dad generation did not want much to do with it.

Anyhow, he died, while I was with him in hospital. And I knew, well in advance, that he would die with me (we were staying with him on shifts and the shifts would not stopped being shuffled around, me wondering how I would end up being there).

When he was going, I gave him the permission to go, so that he would stop resisting. The cancer had taken over his brain and he was in constant pain before dying, therefore on heavy morphine.

About 2 months later, I had a dream. I saw him in his early sixties car that he loved, and we travel a bit together in his car, in the desert because he wanted to show me some stuff there related to science, of the soul I think.

Then, another month later, he came back asking me how he died, telling me that he had not realized he had died being too drugged at the time. I revised power point like by power point slide his death. Then he asked me if he had scared me (He was always scared of scaring us when we were children). To which I answered no.

Then about 4 months afterwards, I saw him sitting on a chair, his arms on the arm rest, looking at me, not speaking. I was soooooo glad to see him, it felt like I would have relentlessly wagged my tail if I would have been a dog. Very high emotional excitement.

Then, all of a sudden, it was as if every cell of my being, every atom, had been taken and put in a bath of love. That was incredible! It did change my perspective on life.

The lesson I gained, years later, when the physical image of the loved ones starts to fade away in one's mind, is that the the feeling of love that was shared never dies. Love never dies. Love is the cement of life and the link of souls.

Now you understand my sometimes position as a "love and light" being, deemed by some as being light headed. LOL

[dan33]

Sorry about Simon, Ulli.

Kisses to both of you.

[Ernie Nemeth]

So sorry to hear of your loss, Ulli.

Life is fickle and bittersweet. Full of little moments, he sounds like he lived life to the fullest.

[ulli]

Posted by Ernie Nemeth (here)
So sorry to hear of your loss, Ulli.

Life is fickle and bittersweet. Full of little moments, he sounds like he lived life to the fullest.

He was a workaholic, and loved nothing more than going into Bridgetown and dig around the junkiest shops for cool fabrics.
Always came up with something that inspired him to rush back to work. Sending loving thoughts now to Joyce, his machinist.

[Dennis Leahy]

Posted by Flash (here)
...

Then, all of a sudden, it was as if every cell of my being, every atom, had been taken and put in a bath of love. That was incredible! It did change my perspective on life.

The lesson I gained, years later, when the physical image of the loved ones starts to fade away in one's mind, is that the the feeling of love that was shared never dies. Love never dies. Love is the cement of life and the link of souls.
...

I really needed that Flash.

Thank you for sharing.

Dennis