Awakening to Ghosts: the Lower Astral and the Ancestors part 2

Ancestors ~

I begin to understand I am being asked questions… I begin to understand the questions are from dead people. This happened a lot during my later awakenings. I was lacking sleep, and not able to really take care of myself- so I was agitated and certainly not functional. I remember having a long time talking to Native American ancestors- they were just asking about my life, my history, my knowledge and really what did I like, and what did I not like. It felt like a long interview, I felt kidnapped by my ancestors. That same awakening I was used as a vessel by a spirit who knew how to ‘depart trapped souls’- the souls were Native Americans… this process was also done for my Grandmother.

The voices of the dead- Not my ancestors, began to bother me… I allowed – I listened- because I wanted to know why this happened during awakenings.

The vibration of these dead- is low, kind slow, mopey, whiney. It seems they come to me in groups- all asking the same questions, like a village mob with torches. This is not the way to approach a sensitive. The more I listened to them, the more I felt they were Blaming Me for their ignorance. Like just because I might know the way out I was responsible for putting them there in the first place. Demanding and vampiric.

I remember telling the “ghosts” during a past awakening that I was not involved in their karma, I was not there to help them, it was not my problem, they were not my ancestors. Then it seemed they were ‘blaming me’ for my fathers Alcoholism… so I told them to go to an A.A. meeting. Now that I remember clearly- I found those ancestors- Ghosts- to be Bullies, harassing me, abusing me. No wonder I became agitated on top of not being able to sleep.

In this state of Mind, with my free will on I was MUCH more prepared to deal with these nagging ghost consciousnesses.

The Old Confederate Ghost:

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A decaying Confederate gunslinger type- approaches me, and tells me his story.

“So First I have to meet this man Bill Wilson and ‘become his friend’ ”

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(In Alcoholics Anonymous, you are not allowed to reveal you are in A.A. because of the second A.- so instead people would ask – “Are you a friend of Bill Wilson?” if the answer was yes they could then reveal they are members of A.A.)

“And THEN I met this guy Joseph Campbell and HE tells me you HIPPIES believe we are all made of Stardust….”

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I reply “Yes! We are all made of stardust!”

The ghost clearly agitated asks “THEN WHAT WAS MY LIFE FOR?”

I said to the Ghost: “Your Life was your ROLE, good job! Now Move On! You are not your role, your role is your Mask, not your Soul!”

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Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence.
Who are we mistaken?But you see, it’s not me, it’s not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying…In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What’s in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou…

Another mother’s breakin’
Heart is taking over
When the violence causes silence,
We must be mistaken.

It’s the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen.
In your head, in your head they’re still fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are dying...

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What’s in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a…

 

 

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