Fringe Dweller: an afterlife paramedic

Submitted on 2009/12/19 at 12:36 pm

I  heard of you on Whitley Strieber’s website this morning.  My husband passed away in July of this year.  You have said that no one is alone when they pass. How can I know that he is happy.  I wish he could show me.

Karen

Dear Karen,

My condolences on your loss.

It is very common that we ourselves find it difficult to move onto the next stage in our grieving (letting go) until we know our loved ones are alright.

I would like to offer what comfort I can to you when I say that although it’s been months to you, it may only feel like minutes to your husband on the other side.  Be patient.  He may try to communicate to you that he’s alright where he is in ways that are very personal to the two of you.  When that happens, as subtle as it may happen, be present, be open, and mark the moment as a visitation.

Also, pay attention in your dreams.  Very often it is easier for our loved ones to meet us on a level playing field when we are our ethereal ourselves.  Naturally the shame is that not everyone is lucid and therefore may or may not remember the visit when they awaken.  Of course setting your intention of best wishes and love to him before falling asleep will go a long way.

Sweet dreams.

Sincerely, The Fringe Dweller

Submitted on 2009/12/19 at 5:09 am

Hello Monica,

I’m completely amazed right now … reading about what you do ….. because I do
the same thing! Well … it’s similar. I was trained by a Native American Shaman
as a child to astral project and work with the dead as you do. I can also do it lucid .. and I think it’s very similar .. if not the same thing.

Wow! I’m so happy to know someone else is doing this! There are so many people that need
help!

Thank you so much for making me feel not so alone.

+Valerie

Hello Valerie,

Thank you for your kind words. How incredible to be trained by a Native Shaman!  It’s wonderful to hear that this type of teaching exists.

I couldn’t be happier from all the responses that say the book Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift has helped people in not feeling so alone.

And yes, there are so many people that need help, and it’s good to hear of other ‘Fringe Dwellers’ out there. Blessings to all your offerings in your dream journeys.

Sincerely, The Fringe Dweller

Submitted on 2009/11/17/at 9:14 am

I was fascinated by the book Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift . Wish I could train myself to do astral projection.

Justin

Hi Justin,

Astral projection…yes…like the character ‘Prue’ in Charmed.  That would be really cool!  As for training for that…hmmmm. No reason why it’s not possible. It’s completely  realistic if you consider that when I’m in my dream state, I’m traveling with my ethereal dream body. At the scene of an accident occurring in the ‘waking reality’, people close to death are aware of my presence. They look directly at me,  and see me, whereas the police, firefighters and paramedics on the scene clearly don’t. That to me indicates if someone is vibrating at a particular frequency…they CAN see your ethereal body.

So, if you work on your lucid dreaming skills, as in really interacting in them to a state of focused intent and control, it should be possible. A better understanding of meta and quantum physics would also be beneficial.

There are many books out there that go into great detail of the various states and levels of lucid dreaming. For a deeper  explanation, and technical approach, I suggest the book ‘Toltec Dreaming’ by Ken Eagle Feather as he describes his experiences with the Monroe Institute.

Good luck with your ‘travels’.

Sincerely, the Fringe Dweller

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LOVE’S LIGHT

Dream Journal entry:

Monday, August 9 2004

I am in the matrix. For me to be here means a lost soul is ready to go home.

I have a vague corporeal structure—my ethereal body—with just enough form to appear human. I’m holding the hand of the person I’m leading. In the darkness that surrounds us, we head toward the cone of brilliant light that is ahead. As we draw closer the light intensifies, becoming brighter than any sun that human eyes have seen, yet its brilliance does not spill out of its own form to light the space around it. The light is held within itself, waiting for the return of the spirit that approaches, waiting to bring the spirit home.

We feel the ineffable love that radiates from the cone of light—an overwhelming sense of peace, calm, wonder, compassion and wellness. The unutterable joy increases as we come yet closer, and all fear or hesitation is forgotten in its ecstatic expression.

My being opens in wonder and innocence. I am free to be as vulnerable as a newborn, without fear of judgment. Waves of ecstasy wash through me and back again to the light from which they came in an exchange of pure and all-consuming love. In a fraction of a moment I know what it means to be at one with something. I am filled with a sense of connection to everyone and everything—the Source of all that is.

I stop at the light’s edge still holding the hand of the soul that I have led here, and gently release him into the blissful light. My hand grazes the luminosity and I am pierced to every quarter of my being with the unconditional, absolute sense of infinitelove that is the light.

Although I yearn to drift into the light along with the person I brought here, I know that that is not my purpose in coming, nor is it my time. I gently let go of his hand as I feel his essence begin to rise, watching in awe as he disappears into the apex of the cone before finally vanishing into the intensity of love’s light.

He has gone Home and I am breathless with the gratitude of having come here, and the memory of my communion with eternal, limitless, infinite love.

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THE HEALING

Dream Journal entry:

Friday, November 1 2002

This is the first time I knowingly work with a team of energy healers.

I have been astrally ‘dropped’ into a something already in progress and I am not sure for a moment where I am or what is happening. As I try to orient myself, I notice a young man asleep and floating horizontally above a bed. We are not alone for long. Seven figures gather around him. They are intent, filled with purpose.

These figures are ethereal light beings. A brilliant glow emanates from their heart center and they glow. Even though I perceive them as light, I can vaguely see that they wear robes that fall to their feet as they float in the matrix.

We are surrounded by darkness. I have no sense of geometric boundary. There is no top or bottom, no constraining side walls in the space of our healing.

None of the figures speak to each other or touch as they line up on either side of the patient, four on his right side and three on his left. I move into the space remaining, bringing our number to eight.

I know what is going on and what to do. I’ve done this before. We have assembled here to heal this young man. There is no communication or instruction; we all know our parts. Together we proceed to work in a seamless choreography to cleanse, rid, eradicate, release and clear his physical body of disease. Our efforts are utterly synchronized in the knowing that only together is it possible for us to draw the diseased energy out.

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