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August 2009 
Retrospectives On Going Away To The Ancestors
Posted on May 20th, 2009
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ayesart
ayesart
Two days ago I got the news that my good friend went back to his ancestors.
The week before I was informed he had, had a heart attack and had gone into a coma.
The night before he returned to his ancestors I had a vivid dream.
In the dream I was a spirit. Somehow I knew that.
There were other spirits in the dream wandering about with absolutely nothing to do.
While walking amongst them I began thinking about adapting to my new state of being.
In the dream I began taking in the three colored lights, Gold, Violet and Prana.
Then I enclosed myself within a golden egg that was very polished on its outside.
I filled the inside of the egg with the colour violet.
At some moment within the dream I caught an image of myself radiating the light from inside of my new spirit self.
What happened next in the dream was strange and odd. The other spirits couldn't look at me and they seemed afraid.
I tried to impart my new found wisdom but no one was listening. I knew that the only way to operate within my new environment was to begin using my spirit mind to create a new way - to get activated into making things begin to happen instead of walking around helpless and afraid.
It came to me that the same principle operates within the physical world. But in the spirit world it is more powerful. Perhaps this is why the other spirits feared me.
It also came to me that people here in the physical realm react pretty much in the same way. The learn new tricks or spend their money and their time seeking out new methods when they haven't learned the old lessons that have been around for eons.
In any case, I feel that my good friend has communicated with me and left me this valuable gift via my dream.
Ryan Bailey
was 46 years of age. He was married and had fathered two children.
He lived in Winter haven, Florida for eleven years.
He was an artist who created art from "found things".
He volunteered a lot of his time to enhancing the Ridge Art Gallery.
That's how we had met during an exhibition and art contest.
His art had garnered a lot of awards and prizes.
He was an editor and gifted writer of a well known art's magazine in Polk County, Florida.
He also was a good friend of mine despite the fact we hadn't kept in contact much since I moved away from Polk County.
Life is like that. We get busy living and lose contact with our cherished friends.
This humble writing is dedicated to him today.
Ayes
The week before I was informed he had, had a heart attack and had gone into a coma.
The night before he returned to his ancestors I had a vivid dream.
In the dream I was a spirit. Somehow I knew that.
There were other spirits in the dream wandering about with absolutely nothing to do.
While walking amongst them I began thinking about adapting to my new state of being.
In the dream I began taking in the three colored lights, Gold, Violet and Prana.
Then I enclosed myself within a golden egg that was very polished on its outside.
I filled the inside of the egg with the colour violet.
At some moment within the dream I caught an image of myself radiating the light from inside of my new spirit self.
What happened next in the dream was strange and odd. The other spirits couldn't look at me and they seemed afraid.
I tried to impart my new found wisdom but no one was listening. I knew that the only way to operate within my new environment was to begin using my spirit mind to create a new way - to get activated into making things begin to happen instead of walking around helpless and afraid.
It came to me that the same principle operates within the physical world. But in the spirit world it is more powerful. Perhaps this is why the other spirits feared me.
It also came to me that people here in the physical realm react pretty much in the same way. The learn new tricks or spend their money and their time seeking out new methods when they haven't learned the old lessons that have been around for eons.
In any case, I feel that my good friend has communicated with me and left me this valuable gift via my dream.
Ryan Bailey
was 46 years of age. He was married and had fathered two children.
He lived in Winter haven, Florida for eleven years.
He was an artist who created art from "found things".
He volunteered a lot of his time to enhancing the Ridge Art Gallery.
That's how we had met during an exhibition and art contest.
His art had garnered a lot of awards and prizes.
He was an editor and gifted writer of a well known art's magazine in Polk County, Florida.
He also was a good friend of mine despite the fact we hadn't kept in contact much since I moved away from Polk County.
Life is like that. We get busy living and lose contact with our cherished friends.
This humble writing is dedicated to him today.
Ayes
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