Fringe Dweller: an afterlife paramedic

Submitted on 2010/01/04 7:40 pm

I am reading your book and love it so far.

I am on chapter 5, but have more questions than answers about Chapter 4, The Greys. I have so many questions on this chapter I could write a 1000 word letter on it and still not get all my thoughts captured. Your take on the Greys as a humorless, woe-ridden race is unlike any interpretation I’ve heard before.

I think the topic of aliens on the Night Shift deserves one or more chapters of its very own with nothing but your interpretation and reaction to any other races you encounter.  The Greys chapter is really more about emotions and free will and other topics than about these beings.

I’m curious about any and all races you have encountered through your dream state and how they relate to humanity. If another book is too ambitious at this point, I would really, really like to read blog articles about your new experiences at regular intervals.

Thank you again for sharing this part of your life with us.

Tom

Hello Tom,

The Greys … yes, many people have commented on them. As you mentioned, my Greys have nothing to do with the well known extraterrestrial association common with that name.

The topic of ‘Aliens’ as such certainly opens a large range of speculation in open dialogue.

I have volumes of Dream Journals filled with experiences yet to be shared. As of yet mention of another book hasn’t come up yet. However, I’m currently working on a concept to share these experiences in upcoming Blogs, in an artistic fashion. It helps when one is an artist…lol. I hope to unveil this concept soon.

It would certainly be intriguing to read what you came up with if you were to write that 1000 word letter, capturing as many of your thoughts as you could. You’d be surprised what may unfold if you were to follow through on something like that. Other people might share your queries. It’s always interesting hearing someone else’s perspective, as we are prone to see through the glasses we wear.

I’m glad you love the book so far, hope you enjoy the rest of it and perhaps find something helpful in it.

I’d be happy to read that letter if you were so inclined.

Sincerely, the Fringe Dweller

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 2009/12/18 at 4:35 pm

Dear Monica:

I have had so many experiences that I do not fully understand but one that is pertinent to you is as follows:

I was taken up to the sky somewhere into a cave like structure or enclosure. I was hovering above the whole scene where I saw myself, in the center of the room lying on a bed made of stone or stones about three feet tall with several beings around me bending over me apparently working on me… with a strong and intense sense of urgency. I am fully aware of what they are doing to me and I know without a doubt they are trying to restore something in me that I had lost or killed off or something.

Then someone – a real person – entered the cave like dwelling and asked what was going on…, the answer came from no one in particular that this group was trying to restore me because I had been so negative for a period of time that my whole energy system was off and not working right.  This real person joined in with the other beings and began working on me with them. I do not remember what happened after that but I do remember the message loud and clear about being negative…

This felt so real to me Monica. What do you think happened to me?

What had I lost that they were restoring?  Or what was it I killed by being negative?
Any input from you would be so greatly appreciated.

Thank you in advance,

Sandra

Hello Sandra,

It appears you’ve received a gift in the form of insight from your Higher Self.  There are many people who don’t remember their dream experiences. It felt so real to you …because it was. To remember in such depth  gives you a new awareness of something, that you now have the power to change. Only you truly know what the negative factor in your recent past might be. You are now in a position to become the ‘Observer of yourself’. I want to clarify here that I’m not talking about judgment, simply observing the words and actions occupying your life. Once you identify them, you can change them for the positive. Many times we are so taken up with our daily ‘stuff’, that we ignore the early signals that we’re on a path of self destruction. Eventually, these ‘symptoms’ of dis-ease will become evident in our body as disease. Both Dr. Wayne Dyer and Deepak Chopra go into great lengths of how ‘negativity’ can affect us. A wonderful book I’ve recommended often is ‘The Four Agreements’ by Don Miguel Ruiz who goes into detail about how we tend to perceive things, and how we can change that. Thought is energy. We need to observe our beliefs, the thoughts and daydreams that are prayers answered by Source without judgment. These litanies shape our experience. So take care and be aware of what you think.

Sincerely, The Fringe Dweller

Submitted on 2009/11/25 at 10:02 am

Hi Monica, In the hospital last Christmas I had a dream.  The spirits were lined up walking into the hospital.  It was black and white.  To the right, of these souls in a row, was a valley.  I call this dream, the valley of the shadow of death.  I physically got out of this dream state, I got up and immediately told them I’m not coming.  A gust of wind blew the hospital door open.  The red light emergency lights flashed in the hospital hallway and a voice over the speaker said, “red alert, red alert, room 202.”  This was my room number.  The nurses ran down the hallway to my room and asked me if I was smoking! A power shortage had happened earlier that day, that was the explanation in this realm that was given the next day.  Any comments from you are appreciated.

Thanks. Sharon

Hi Sharon,

I often tell people to try and get the emotional gist of their dream experience. If your feeling sense of this dream is to call it ‘the valley of the shadow of death’, I would go with that. I don’t know what you were in the hospital for, but it sounds like you had this dream experience, and you clearly made a choice you weren’t ‘going’ with these souls to this ‘valley of death’.

In her book ‘The Other Side and Back’ Sylvia Browne talks about us having several ‘exit points’ in our life, where we have the opportunity to ‘return home’. It sounds like you were faced with a choice, and you weren’t ready to check out yet!

Sincerely, The Fringe Dweller

Submitted on 2009/11/04 at 4:49pm

Hi,

I just wanted to say that I have had similar experiences in my life.  I have always known that I do not sleep at night and travel and do jobs elsewhere.  In the 1970s, while I was “sleeping”, I worked with Light Beings who rescued earthbound people and took them to the Light. I discontinued doing it because in this life I was to be a teacher and I needed to concentrate all my energy in that area.

Since then, I have used incorporation counseling method to do the same work while in trance.  It is not as effective method to help earthbound souls, but it helps.  I have seen so called “dead” people all my life, and like you, I learned at a very early age to keep it quiet.  I also see auras around people and on a few occasions, have given  readings for friends, but usually it wasn’t a good idea.  I was correct in what I saw and said, but I usually lost a friend over it “because it was too weird”, so I quit doing it.

I got no encouragement from my mother to be the “real” me; usually she accused me of lying.  When I was in my 50’s and she was living with me, she admitted she knew what was going on with me because her mother had been clairvoyant.  She said she didn’t want me to be like her mother, because it had caused a lot of friction in her family when growing up.  I could have enjoyed an ally as a child.  I thought there was something very wrong with me, that’s why I hid it. When I was 34 years old I met some people like me.  It made life so much nicer.

I can really relate to your experiences recorded in your book.  Thank you for writing it.  It is so nice to find a “kindred soul.”

Carolyn Poppen

Dear Carolyn

I understand when you say you needed to concentrate all your energy to what you were doing in this life as a teacher. It’s utterly exhausting to continually ‘work overtime’. I found saying an affirmation before sleeping such as ‘I will get all the rest I need tonight’ really helps. In my case when I was over exhausted my guides would stand ‘guard’ at my bedroom door, redirecting those in need to other ‘Fringe Dwellers’ out there. We are not alone, and we can ask for what we need, a wonderful concept I didn’t discover until a few years ago myself!

Despite our feelings of isolation while growing up, perhaps we can now take consolation by making a difference for others. I feel communication and support without judgment is necessary for people to feel ‘safe’ enough to open up and share their experiences. I understand when you say ‘It made life so much nicer’ when you met others like you. To live one’s life in complete authenticity is very liberating, empowering, and loving.

I’m in a state of gratitude when I hear that this book has brought comfort to someone. Thank you for writing and sharing your experiences.  It was my very isolation growing up that sparked the need to share mine with the Fringe Dweller book.

So to other Fringe Dwellers out there I say… ‘Embrace you Freakdom!’, and as my friend Lynn repeatedly would say, ‘Don’t be afraid to be who you are.’

Sincerely, the Fringe Dweller

Submitted on  2009/09/28 at 4:25pm

I lost my baby daughter before birth 14 years ago…..what are possible reasons as to why i don’t feel/sense her around me? (other than her doing things in the afterlife) she contacted me maybe 3 times, then nothing in the years since. i have never seen her spirit, even. thanks!

Kim

Hi Kim,

I can’t say specifically the reason you haven’t sensed her in years, however I can offer possibilities. When spirits cross over, time is irrelevant…years to us could seem like minutes to them. They also know that they will be reunited with their loved ones on the other side, therefore there is no urgency to frequently check in. They may choose to reincarnate for another earthly experience.

I also have lost a child before birth, and one of the condolences I take from that experience, is knowing I had a ‘soul agreement’ with this spirit, that this would be part of my journey, my experience. Although I felt sorrow, I also know that they were greeted on the other side with love.

Many people don’t remember their dreams upon waking, and are unaware of any astral visits…take comfort knowing they exist.

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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THANK YOU

Dream Journal entry:

Thursday, April 30 2004

I lie on my bed, exhausted. I’m asking, “What’s next, what’s next?” in a habitual litany. I have been asking that question for the past four months as I saw my friend Lynn through her last days before she died of cancer. I have been working for those months through the nights, led and taught by the light beings who came to help me in the energy healing, and through the days to see to her physical needs. And now that it is over, the question echoes as if I have not quite let her go, as if there is something more that needs to be done.

I realize what it is. I have forgotten to thank all of those who came to help and teach me—the beings that exist on another plane, in another dimension, and bring their tireless and infinite love to the energy work. They had come to me in dreams with diagrams and charts, showing me where to lay my hands, how to direct and apply my energy. They had come with suggestions for diet and homeopathic remedies. They had given me love and guidance and support throughout every minute of the emotionally intense journey that I had been on with Lynn.

I am filled with gratitude, brimming with thanks for all that I remember of those days and nights. Suddenly, the room begins to fill with spirits—beings of light—pouring their love into me and into the air around me. There seem to be hundreds of them.

For a moment doubt makes me ask, “Is this really happening? Can this happen in waking hours?” My doubt is put to rest by the evidence of my own eyes, which see how the light emanates from their hearts, and see the infinite compassion shining on their faces. They float above the ground, swaying gently as seaweed does in the ocean’s tide. Whatever doubt I have is absorbed and set aside by the physical joy I feel in every cell of my body as gentleness and love lift me out of time and into the worlds beyond—the soul’s home.

As one, they raise their right arms and wave as if to say, “It’s all right that you forgot us. And you’re welcome” in a gesture of infinite generosity.

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THE FLACKER

Dream Journal entry:

Tuesday, February 14 2006

It’s a pleasant social moment in dreamtime. I’m telling a story to a friend about the escapades of my Burmese cat battling it out with a squash.

A sound intrudes from the background. It’s faint at first, but as it gets louder it starts to annoy me. It’s like the stutter of fingers being rubbed on an inflated balloon and rates right up there in my books with nails on the chalkboard. I involuntarily shiver.

Doing my best to ignore the distraction, I carry on with my tale, but the noise is persistent and gets louder yet. “Don’t you hear that?” I finally ask my friend, but she claims not to have heard a thing. Shrugging, I pick up the thread of the story a third time and just as I do, I become aware of a ghostly presence out of the corner of my eye.

It’s a young woman—perhaps in her late teens— wearing blue jeans and a long-sleeved blue striped shirt. She’s soaking wet. Her long, straggly blonde hair is plastered in matted strands against her face. Her face is gaunt. She looks as though she drowned.

I feel her close now, standing just by the bedside, but I refuse to give up my story, anxious to get to the punch line.

Suddenly her form begins to flicker back and forth like the strobing image from an old film projector. Between the flickering image and the stuttering sound, it’s nothing short of creepy. My patience at an end, I finally give in and turn to her. ‘Stop it!!” I demand firmly, ‘You’re freaking me out!”

“Well it got your attention didn’t it?” she said, smiling slightly in apology.

“Yes,” I admit, “but it freaks me out, so please stop doing it!”

“It’s called flacking,” she replied, and with that she disappeared. Although she hadn’t told me her name, I knew it was Debbie.

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