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Recieved: 2001/03/17 19:03
Subject: [K-list] Re: (off-list) Dominance and victimhood. (Ah no: on-list)
From: Wim Borsboom
On 2001/03/17 19:03, Wim Borsboom posted thus to the K-list: My dear Percyval,
So good to see you so involved again... take it easy my good man...
Your question about ThunderAnt. It was very simple, I do not know how I do
it, but I felt like greeting him as "T.... a."
He picked that up as "Tantra", which was the deep sense I was getting...
I visit a lot of people at night during my (let me say) strange sleeps and I
remember glimpses throughout the day... Don't know exactly what I do but it
is always love, sometimes very physical sometimes very subtle. Uncannily...
when I pick up my e-mail in the morning and just read the new posts, every
one of them almost let's me remember a glimpse of my nightly endeavours with
that particular person.
There is always love in that energetic message that is conveyed so
'mutually'. It is also always about hope and trust. In these nightly trips I
most often meet people who may have an atmosphere of hopelessness, a 'no way
out' around them... WHICH IS NOT THEIR OWN. I reach with my hands and they
reach for me, we look in each other's eyes and hope, trust and love get
re-instilled... This is Christ (and those other good guys) in us and through
us. I may say it that way as he (as Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva) has allowed
me to do so...
By the way, pretty well every nightly escapade ends with a banquet and
festivities (hehehe), there might be loads of ice cream or deserts or good
cooking, or exhibitions of the most wonderful 'gladdening' artifacts and
wonderful music.
My mother says that in heaven one only gets deserts with whipped cream and
one eats with little golden spoons... she is right.
We (Emmy and myself) happen to get the real stuff every day as well, and we
happen to have these small golden spoons, we do not necessarily have to be
in heaven... :-) We should USE those spoons really.
My mother comes to visit us this year from Holland (she's never been in a
plane). Remember, my father passed on happily last year, my mother (84) can
now visit us. We will have our cakes and eat them with the small golden
spoons and the cream (taartjes met slagroom), my youngest brother comes as
well... he loves deserts and home made apple sauce...
This may sound all so frivolous, well frivolity (the good meaning of the
word) is something we don't ever get enough of.
About 'passing on', I often realize that there is no way of knowing whether
we are a-life or a-death, I do know that heaven is what this really is and I
may help some so they can lift the veil to see that ONLY reality.
Love, Wim
Would you have some desert on me, I'll have one on you... with some good
squirts of ambrosia ;-)
Hmmm
And and the sweet ambrosia just keeps on flowing, why is this happening to
me? I was already happy enough... I want to ask the "big guy or gall
upstairs" :-) to save some and share it with others but I know that I am one
of those ppl. that help dish it out.
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