posted October 08, 2019 11:55 AM
Robert A. Monroe's account: (I've asked guidance about this and was told it was true. I know of "He/She" by another name. The 1800 years is only a loose approximation and not very accurate).
“Suddenly I was in a room, a normal sort of room, sparsely furnished with a few chairs and easy chairs and a table. Two large windows allowed in rays of sunlight; outside there appeared to be a stand of tall trees. It could be anywhere on Earth.
At a desk on one side of the room sat a person. I couldn’t tell whether it was male or female; the face and body structure could be either. The face was almost unlined, the hair light brown and down just around the ears; the age somewhere between thirty and fifty, as far as I could tell. The clothing was simple, a white shirt and dark slacks.
But it was the radiation that stunned me. It was like standing in bright spring sunlight that was filled with every human emotion that ever existed. It was almost overwhelming — and yet familiar. It was equally balanced. One moment it was male, then I was sure it was female. A true equal — a He/She. Heshe!
The radiation closed off. Heshe — there had to be a name — looked up. The eyes were bottomless; I could detect no expression or emission. The control was perfect, yet I could not understand the reason for the restraint.
The lips didn’t move, but I heard. I was expecting this now. There was a warm chuckle in what I understood.
“Heshe? I’ve never had that name before.”
“I meant no disrespect. I didn’t know what to call you.”
“One name is as good as another. Now, do you really believe I can be of help to you?”
“I always hoped that you could.”
“In what way?”
“To answer a few questions . . .”
“What good would my answers be to you?”
“I . . . I don’t know . . .”
“You insist others obtain their own answers. Why should you be different?”
This struck home. It was as if my bluff had been called.
“You’re right. What I’m really interested in is you, not answers to my questions.”
“I am only one of your statistics. One of the one-in-a-million types. Your friend has done well in locating me.”
“I perceive you as occidental, yet no one on Earth really believes you exist. But . . . we have met before . . . just once . . . haven’t we?”
“You see? You are answering your own questions.”
“Yet . . . you have lived only one physical lifetime. You have not been recycled, like the rest of us. But . . . how do I know these things?”
“You are reading my mind.”
“Only a part of it, and with your permission, I’m sure. One continuous lifetime, for eighteen hundred years! How do you stay . . . young?”
“I keep changing jobs. That keeps anyone young. Is that a good answer?”
“A great one. What a pleasure to meet you this way! What is your job now, if it may be called that?”
“You might call me an organizer, or facilitator, which-ever you like.”
“With your ability, I would think there is much you can do at this very moment.”
“I keep busy.”
“What . . . ? No, I can read it . . . you drive an ambulance, you’re a late-night bartender, a psychiatric counselor . . . and you’re just on your way to teach history at the university. And there’s more.”
“I like people.”
“Wait . . . you flew gliders once, at Harris Hill . . . I think I remember you. That’s where it was!”
“Just having a little fun.”
“Where do you eat and sleep?”
“I gave those up years ago.”
“You must conduct fascinating lectures in history.”
“I try to amuse, and confuse, with contradictions.”
“Your next job . . . what kind of job will it be?”
“Organizing, naturally. Introducing a Variable, just as you do. Such as this book, or the mind-altering programs you disseminate — all add a Variable into the lives of those who encounter them. Now, instead of all the questions, why don’t you read what needs organizing and the goals to be achieved? I can give you what you call a ROTE about that, about a plan that doesn’t involve communism or socialism, capitalism or dictatorship.”
“They say it can’t be done.”
“That is what makes it worth the effort. It needs a unified worldwide human endeavor. This will happen through recognized necessity, not through religions, race, or political beliefs, or force of arms.”
“Necessity is severe stuff. The world would have to be in rough shape.”
“That is the reason for waiting. The time will come.”
“But worldwide, humans have never agreed on anything.”
There was a sudden surge of energy, similar to what I had felt previously. As it faded, I knew the ROTE was in place, ready to be unrolled when the time was right. I had one more question for Heshe.
“When you have time, what about organizing the energy where we work [The Monroe Institute]? We need it.”
“You do not really need it, but I will do my best.”
“Will you be in physical form?”
“Certainly. But you will not recognize me.”
“You know I will try.”
“Of course, Ashaneen. And I will be ready for you. You cannot find me again unless I agree. And now I am due at the university.”
“Thank you so very much. Will I see you again soon?”
“No. Not for a while.”
Heshe, the Organizer, turned and left without a backward look. Reluctantly I searched for my INSPEC friend [my note–part of his guidance team and part of his own higher/expanded self], but I could not obtain a fix on any radiation. I was aware it was time to return to the physical, which I accomplished with no trouble. Once there, I sat up, stretched my arms — and suddenly realized I had been given a clue. Heshe had called me Ashaneen. Or was it a clever misdirection, just for the fun of it?
Now I look carefully at every stranger who comes to visit us. Perhaps I should have made a bet!”
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