THE IRON ON T-SHIRT STORE BY THE INTERSECTION NEAR THE PIER THE SMELL THERE, HEAVENLY, MINGLED WITH THE SUN

The sun was so bright that day that it felt as if, by the warmth it laid right into the cotton of your shirt shoulders, the strand of your hair, and other,- that it followed you into the store or eateries. The sun. Yes. And then, up by where the pier was, or rather up from it, - was a little store in the middle of other stores. I was only ten, and my mother brought me in there at my request. I thought, - all these t-shirts- it was a time when iron on t-shirts were all the rage, and almost everybody had to have one that I knew. You could pick the size, color, style of shirt, and have them iron on- anything that was in the book or emblems. In there was a world of pages that included pictures as diverse as heavy metal rock bands to flowers and fairies. I looked at them all, and tried to choose what I wanted. I stopped at the coolest, most off-the-hook interesting picture of them all at the time- it was on a black background instead of the regular white- and it was a skull- there were snakes crawling out of the eyes, the ears, and so on. - Its shades were so nuanced, - so skillfully drawn, - not like some cartoon or half hearted or half talented idea. - No- this was cool, and I would be the coolest ever! I would be like, - ‘one’ with my sort of acceptably ‘evil’ T-shirt. 

But my mother spotted me looking at it and as mothers do through practical experience and some other form of Gnostic wisdom, unfortunately I guess, beyond all the woo-woo and foo-foo new age talk in the world,- have this knowledge in spades…

One look was all it took. Then I heard the words, borderline yelling in order to show she meant business,

IF YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING TO WEAR THAT, YOU ARE THINKING WRONG. THERE IS NO WAY I AM BUYING YOU A SHIRT WITH A SKULL AND SNAKES SO YOU BETTER NOT EVEN THINK OF THAT ONE.

So I chose something else, and I can’t remember what. I still don’t think the first choice would have been so bad, but it there you have it.

In any event, that was only half of it- I am sure I liked the shirt, whatever was chosen- but it was some wonderful smell, or neutral smell of the iron ons, the fresh shirts,- and an association was made with that place and time- w/the sand and the sea, the pier racing out to try and meet the horizon line, with the affinity I had with the days, the nights,- the lawns, the stucco walls, the small lizards and ants,- screen doors, whitecaps of waves in the eyesight,- even the other stores when they were walked into. And the Atlantic, still there at this moment, brings its tides to caress the sand, but I am not there, - I am here.

I am only there in the mostly dim light and longing of memory. 

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ANYA IN THE SPIRIT WORLD, - WITH THE BLUE HAIR, GLASSES, RED LIPS

There she was, and held herself with a calm demeanor. Anya she said, telepathically, was her name. Or was it right that she said it telepathically? - Or did I rather just receive it, as if from the universe. I remember that she was different, and though someone might think that with such blue, red colors, - and with such strong looking ‘look’ that she was somehow odd, - it’s not true. She was not odd to me- but regular in the moment. I got the impression that she was not a soul to be saved- oh no- but instead a spirit guide for me. A good seeker, so to speak, bows down before those truly higher or more along the line of knowledge. Though I did not bow- because it doesn’t work in this case in such a flowery way, - I definitely in one second recognized and was grateful. She did not tell me anything that I can remember, but it was nice to see her, to know she was there. If there was an exchange, I have forgotten it, - in the brain and mind anyways- maybe something resides in other levels still- the spirit- and then we are back to the thing that happens in the presence of someone itself- rather than what was said. Anya I learned, in research, is a form of Anna, and Anna is a form usually of Hannah, from Israel, from Judaism. and I think from the Bible. All three are beautiful names, soft, feminine, and Anna reminds me of the word Amma, which I believe means mother. All receptive, soft, nurturing, even a bit poetic monikers. Anya also reminded me of the group Enya, - again, heavenly orchestras- string music, cosmic and spiritual themes so on. So it was a good thing all, good things all round…

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A LITTLE RESEARCH, SPIRITS FASTER THAN THE WIND, AND THE PURGATORY SOULS

I was researching a bit and the other sects, (apart  from Catholicism), of Christianity save for Mormonism, seem to reject purgatory as a concept, as a place, as something that truly comes from scripture. Yet,- as I knew to an extent, and learned more- other religions also believe in it, plus this is obviously what the new agers and or those of near death experience are speaking about when they talk about life reviews, self- judgements, lights, so on. 
 

So we have Catholicism, some other religions, and the canon of NDE and OBE, whatever it all means. If I am correct in thinking I am helping in some small and humble way these souls that show it- if they are souls and not imaginations, and if I am helping them- then that is all I need to know- I am only a humble, humble, lowly, unknowing, non-expert, person- far to the side. Which is good, which is how it should be. So grateful to have a job, a minor role in something, to be affiliated with the team! I am not scholar. 

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That all being said, to recap it is meant to mean:

1) There is such a place or state according to the Catholic religion, some other religions, and the near death experiences.

2) If I am involved in it, I am no expert,

 know and have seen very little, - very, very little, - and am humble, grateful, to do my small job without pride in the sinful sense, - but with the best job I can possibly muster, - so with the a small pride, - in the sense that you want to do a good job if you are working for God, Source, Light.

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Two Pieces:

SPIRITS FASTER THAN THE WIND

The place where the spirits quite move or race faster than the wind. A corner and end unit of a retail or wholesale rather building, but abandoned, and a man is showing me that inside there- spirits race through. I am unafraid, and will go in there if required, and did- and its dark, but not an evil dark, - just dark- and spirits do race past, incredibly fast. This is another world, man, a world- like from a graphic novel or a movie- but quite possibly ‘real.’ NOTE- the chipped paint on the exterior resembles the chipped paint fro recent table projects- painting old gardening tables, - and so on. And also from, oddly enough- the chipped paint on the cover of a Violent Femmes record that was purchased recently. But, spirit speaks through symbols that we understand. How else should it be?- also the unit seen, is such as units recently seen in Scarborough- or a bit like them- shops, industrial places.

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THE PURGATORY SOULS

Sight of a model board, like a train board, filled with many spirits,- but in the form of statures and clay and plastic- many, many are there- that is the point- waiting gently to be directed to move onto next ‘stage’ as it were.

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QUESTION: What am I going to do with all this?

ANSWER: Who knows? 

Note- There is other spirits that I saw before, during, and after what is documented. I cannot write, nor do I want to, about them all.

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What will be will be.

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GOOD PEOPLE (A COUNTRY MAN)

A male appears that is anywhere between seventeen and twenty five years old. He is dressed in normal Western attire, meaning I think he is wearing jeans and a t-shirt. This person looks very unassuming, nondescript, and would not be noticed in a crowd. Average height, average build, clean cut. He seems like what they used to call a country boy, in the good sense, - meaning an honest, straightforward sort of person. His hair does border on the color red, - but most would say it is brown. I don’t know anything about him, and did not ask. I might start asking for more actual physical background to be provided, - as in the surrounding area, - though my impression is of a farm or some type of setting that is more rural. He looks like somebody that would not hesitate to help you if your car broke down, - or if you were lifting something heavy, though that is perhaps some kind of stereotype because, - what does a person look like that would not help you? – What is trying to be said is that it looks like a healthy nice enough person,- the term, ‘He is “good people,”- yes plural, because that is how that saying goes- and I love the saying- choose to love that saying always- comes to mind. He is not looking at me. He is looking in my direction, - off to what is his right, and my left a bit. That is all. He showed up suddenly in the morning though,- which leads me to believe that if the ajna chakra, pineal gland, third eye, second sight, soul-rescue, limbo-purgatory, second body, NDE, OBE, life review, so on and on and on- is or are at all true,- that there are many beings, and I guess there would be. So, - I just say to please wait, to get in line, - before I even see any others, - in case there are others.

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PRAYER FOR PROTECTION, LINING UP THE SOULS, AND A HINT OF AUDIO

I get the feeling right off that there are people waiting, several of them, and that it’s going to be a pile of people, and I wouldn’t know what to do with that. It has not much if anything to do with anything great or even good I myself can do,- because I can completely make them out,- or hear what any say that much. Maybe, writing this, come to think of it, - I can ask to see more beyond their faces, - like what is in the background if anything is there. Is it different every time? Is there a background. Would it be a real background or one just for some mise-en-scene, for aesthetic reasons? I don’t know yet or know that I will know. 

 

Well, I stop the whole thing right there, for two reasons, or to do two things first:

1) I pray to Jesus Christ, and God, and Arch Angel Michael, - for the protection. That is paramount.

2) I say to the others, - One at a time, - not one iota different than you would if you were running a carnival ride at a fairgrounds and people were looking to enter a front gate, - or giving away coupons at a table in a grocery store and there was a bit of a crowd if not commotion with p-people trying to get through to you.

Black lady with ‘bulbous eye’. This time talking, not so much talking, but telepathic communication, but it’s no big deal- she is saying,- look at my eye,- can you believe it?- it’s so malformed, so bulging,- and she is upset about it. She is sitting down it seems, - thinking about it. Other than that, - there is nothing wrong, - like blood, or something. I tell her to go up to the train station, the light.

There are others. A man who is brown skinned, and looks like perhaps somewhere from the South, but I don’t know where. Maybe a lot like the people of DR. He is nice enough, but there is no big connection with him. He is about thirty. I tell him to go, and he goes. He was wearing a cap, had straight hair, and there are regular colors to his clothing, - blue jeans, white shirt, like that.

Then thirdly, - there is an interesting man. Not for what he looks like but for what he seems to do then. He is forties, I guess, maybe older,- white, a bit wrinkled,- plain looking, nice,- like someone who works in the rural parts of a county,- and knows the areas,  and is happy with them. He is showing me through quick flashes a sort of picture of himself as a kid of about ten, maybe twelve even, - in similar clothes, and in the outdoors, - or rather outside, - and he is saying, telepathically, - that he made it, that it was an accomplishment to live and thrive in his own way, - to get the job and style, (whatever it was), that he felt fit him. I agree wholeheartedly but don’t see the point here right away, though I should, - for it’s a tiny bit of an, if not afterlife review, - then quick afterlife footnote or snapshot. But it’s not the time for that with me, - but who am I to say? So he goes, - good, - and that’s it.

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