An Unexpected Command – Take Care of Richard.

[Sandy]

An Unexpected Command – Take Care of Richard.
From the Desk of George Barnard – 5 December 2011.

Considering I had answered a long-time friend and 11:11 Progress List subscriber’s question more than two weeks ago, I was surprised to get another email from him asking the very same question. After all, he had earlier acknowledged my post, and indicated that he understood my answer.

It bothered me, more so since his new writing was hardly clear. As well, Richard was now complaining about dizziness and slurred speech. Sitting at my computer, scarcely an hour ago as I begin writing this, I merely blinked, found that my eyes stayed closed, and there I was looking down at Richard, fast asleep in his bed. Sure, nothing unusual about that, but… this had not happened for many years. Not like this. It was usual for me to take my time and drift into my Akashic Workshop. This was unexpected to say the least.

“Take care of Richard,” said the Midwayer. He looked like one of Mathew’s tribe – less than three foot tall, and clad in an electric blue body suit. As he said it, the father of three, grandfather of two, rolled over onto his right side. I was shocked to see how much blood had leaked into his skull just forward from his left ear. There was no question in my mind about wherefrom his slurred speech originated.

There was also no question in my mind about what I had to do. There was a sponge right there to be taken from its sealed plastic sleeve, and I proceeded to mop up the blood – no question in my mind about my reaching right through his skull. Years of practice taught me you can reach in with ease, and to anywhere inside the human body. Kidd stuff. However, I wondered how well his speech centers would be able to recover.

It did not take long for me to find out. With his brain now cleaned of the blood, his gray matter back to the right tonal values, I witnessed plenty of activity at the microscopic level. Myriad dendrites shot out to interconnect millions and millions of healthy remaining cells, and slowly Richard’s brain was swelling somewhat to once again begin to occupy the appropriate space inside his skull.

I said to no one in particular, “Thank you for the fast forward of these positive results.” The Midwayer of the 3:33 (Mathew’s) tribe simply nodded. Another day, another healing. There is no limit to what we can do – with a lot of help, never forget.

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[George]

Anyone AC could have done this.
At least any celestial could have done this.
I guess I (we) had something to learn.

Richard's grandchildren are the important ones for "something" to later come about, I hear.

In reality no one is more important than any other.

Cheers...
George.