‘Hoppípolla’ : Icelandic for “Jumping Into Puddles”.
The trip into 5D is not for the faint hearted. To say it has been a roller coaster over the years is an understatement. One week I walk into Bluebell Valley and then the next week it is Death Valley. Last week I attended if that’s possible, an online funeral on my PC. Firstly it was weird with restrictions on numbers allowed to attend the service, not being able to go in person but watching it online from a distance and then seeing the attendees wearing masks was totally bizarre.
My friend had the ‘I have only slipped into the next room’ poem by Henry Scott Holland read but death even if it’s not real can be used by Spirit for its own purposes as you realise the depth of the feeling that you have, which doesn’t show itself normally in day to day life and in extremis you find yourself going deep into your feelings. In a sense this reality is designed to limit our emotional Self.
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
And the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
To say what we’ve experienced on Merovee and surrounding areas over the years has been phenomenal, again is an understatement. Some of the experiences myself and others I know have experienced have been totally mind blowing.
Reality would seem to be totally different from what 3D vision shows. As Christof said : ‘We accept the reality of the world with which we are presented’. Until you don’t.
The Universe is saying it’s ‘Back to the Garden’ time but even Back to the Garden can get confusing. In my first trip into the Bluebell field I came across the most incredible and beautiful scene and within it there was ‘A Den’ which I read as Eden.
And the Quantum World and maybe Quantum Edens. It’s now May. May Be and ‘It’s Possible’.
This morning I went Walkabout again and ended up in another mind blowing and ‘A Place Beyond Belief’ bluebell field.
And in Another Bluebell field there was ‘Another A Den’.
As we’ve come to learn the Universe speaks in strange ways at times.
East Cottage and West Cottage.
And Quantum Trees falling in a forest down a neural pathway.
‘If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?’.
Back To The Gardens !