TheBanyanTree: A Waking Dream

[Sally Larwood]

I'm fascinated Roger. 

Sal 

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On 13/01/2013, at 15:03, Roger <woodcatau at gmail.com> wrote:

> One of my business cards says I am a Ghostbuster. I put it in the latest
> version because Robin said I should - in fact, she's been saying that for
> years - and It has proved to be a real attention-getter. Most people ask me
> what it means and I tell them it's about removing negative energies from
> homes, workplaces etc and that some of these might be spirit energies or
> 'presences' which is my term for ghosts. A significant number of enquirers,
> however, look thoughtfully at me and ask other questions - why do ghosts
> haunt places, would they hurt people, how do I remove spirits and what
> happens to them then.
> 
> I tell them the following story because it answers all the questions. About
> four years ago I got a phone call from a lady (Maria) who with her partner
> owned a business which put logos and advertising on plastic sports drink
> bottles. She was looking for a Geopathic Stress consultant, had asked one
> of her friends who as it happens I had treated for a stress related
> condition and that person had referred her to me. I asked Mary to give me
> details of her problem. She told me that members of the staff had seen dark
> figures running around the factory, walking through walls and so on. Not
> just once but several times over a period of days. So I said would go there
> that afternoon and take a reading. When I arrived at the factory I was
> signed in and given a visitor's pass then without speaking to anyone except
> Maria I walked through the premises, into every room and out again
> including the toilets, with my divining rod in the appropriate position and
> my senses fully alert. When I finished the walk-through I went outside and
> walked all around the outside of the building with rod held high as well.
> Then I went to my car, took some coloured chalks from it and did the whole
> thing again. Only this time I stopped in a dozen or so places and made a
> chalk mark followed by a number on the floor. Then I debriefed Maria.
> 
> There had been three dark figures, I told her, which had gained access to
> the premises through a portal in the amenities area. (Then I had to explain
> what a portal is - usually it's an access point from another dimension.)
> However they were no longer in the building or surrounding area and would
> not return. I added that one of the rooms I had been in smelled awful like
> something had died under the floor. "Oh," she answered, "We've only just
> taken that part over. It was occupied by a bicycle repairer who smoked like
> a chimney. We haven't been able to get the smell out at all." I said I
> could do that for her then asked her whether there had been any children in
> the factory recently. She said "Not really," which I thought was a bit odd
> then she turned away and asked a staff member to fetch the foreman. She
> introduced him as Sam then she said to him "Have you seen Simon today?" He
> nodded. "This morning, about 9 o'clock, he pulled at my trouser leg, smiled
> at me and then ran off." She thanked him and sent him back to his workbench
> before turning to me. As she opened her mouth to speak I stopped her.
> "Simon, a child-spirit, air-haired, about 5 years old, small for his age?"
> I asked. Maria blinked. "That's right, he's a regular visitor!" I grinned
> at her. "He has friends," and took her on a tour of the workshops, stopping
> at each of the chalk marks on the floor. "The red marks are the dark
> figures, the yellow ones are children."
> 
> To cut a long story short there were nine yellow marks starting with the
> one numbered 5 by Sam's workbench. The oldest child was a girl aged 15,
> Barbara, but she wasn't the leader, that position went to Bernice who was
> ten or eleven. I stayed at the factory for another hour or so then
> revisited it several times over the next few days to get the children's
> stories and make sure the dark figures didn't return. (And if you're not
> bored by now I'll tell you the children's overall story if asked.)
> 
> Roger
> 
> 
> 
> On Sun, Jan 13, 2013 at 1:13 PM, Monique Colver <monique.colver at gmail.com>wrote:
> 
>> It was a waking dream, coming to me while at work, at my computer, doing
>> something having to do with numbers, nothing to do with dreams. In this
>> waking dream I saw someone, me perhaps, sitting on my couch, legs up, knees
>> up. She, or I, lays her head back, and falls asleep quietly.
>> 
>>