Stuck in Time with Tobe Terrell
On the night of November 10, 2020, I found myself to be transited to an old astral building in Gainesville, Florida with the likes of Oliver Norden, a downright mad man from Holland and Tobe Terrell, an imprint from a previous era of the earth. The only thing is that this was on the astral side in a parallel dimension which is so much patterned after the physical earth, that it seems solid like earth.
Presently, Oliver is somewhere in Europe, Holland perhaps. At least that is supposed to be the whereabouts of his physical frame. Oliver and myself were brothers in many past lives, when we found ourselves as survivors of certain families with our parents, dead as door nails. Then we would be together like two peas in a pod. We would do this and that together and be known as the two brothers who were weird left-overs of those relatives who lived before.
In the astral encounter, it began with Oliver wandering around in the old wooden rickety building of Tobe on the astral side of Gainesville, an astral place where many kooks hang out, people left up in time, not moving on an inch into the modern age. Tobe, our friend, sold the building on the physical side but he has it under locks in that astral place, where he is well known.
Just as upon losing a physical body, a self continues in a subtle form in the world hereafter, so also a physical structure has an astral counterpart which may persists even if that physical building is demolished. The idea of the building may persist in the astral world just as the actual physical structure may persist for a time on this physical side. On the basis of Tobe’s mental power, the astral side of the building persists even though the party which purchased the place from Tobe altered it on the physical side.
Oliver was on the second floor wandering around like a kid looking for his parents at a busy train station. I met him and as usual from many past lives I was the younger brother who was supposed to take care of him and do whatever was necessary to keep him from going over the edge. Our Mom and Dad, being dead, I was supposed to be sure to tend to him, to his needs, so that he would never miss the services of our parents.
We were there in Tobe’s astral rickety old building which had timbers from who knows when?????
Oliver mentally asked me to get on with it regarding his job. He just transported from Holland and wanted a parttime job as an artist (painter) in the USA. I said that I would do so but we would have to speak with Tobe, the old geezer. I was careful to do astral speak which meant that Tobe could hear only some of what I said. He would never know that I saw him as a geezer which in that astral place meant an old man who knows every nook and cranny of that parallel world.
We walked away. Just then Tobe appeared walking beside us in the building. He indicated that we should follow him. So we did. We went down a stair and to the back of the building, not even walking step by step but gliding more or less.
We appeared at a door. It was a bulky wooden contraption, a Tobe invention, with a rusty padlock which had a pad of numbers. Tobe punched in a code. Just then Oliver wondered what he would do for a living in that place which to his mind was in the physical USA
Oliver telepathically informed me that he wanted an artist job and that he should already be well known, a famous big shot in that world. I allowed Tobe to be in on this information without letting Oliver know that I told Tobe. Oliver had this idea that it was back in the 1200s in Europe and he would be known in every village as the artist of the royal families. Tobe telepathically informed me that he would have none of it because he had some other employment which would suit Oliver just fine.
I told Oliver using astral speak that Tobe would set up things because Oliver and myself, the two abandoned brothers, did not have the connections or financial means to do anything.
Suddenly the heavy wooden door opened. It waited to open until our conjoint attention shifted to it. We went down to a basement, about 4 feet down. We were in a room where children were in a classroom. A girl there, with others and their teacher, attended school.
Tobe guided us down some other stains, down about ten feet under. About two-thirds of the way down, my astral body refused to descend any further. It floated. It refused to act as it had weight. Tobe looked at me as if to say, “That is you, Michael, Damn Wizard! You should pretend that you are ordinary like everyone else. Then such things would not happen to you.”
Oliver looked up and flashed a memory of a time when there was a flood and billions of ants were displaced. We were caught in a river which rushed everywhere to claim all dry land. Oliver thought that floating could provide a means of escape from disaster.
After adjusting my subtle body, it responded as if it heeded the gravity force in that dimension. At the bottom of the stair, the final three steps were rickety as if you stepped, they would collapse. Tobe did something mentally and the steps became firm.
We went down and emerged in a tailor’s shop. It was confusingly arranged but, on an easel, there was a sign which read:
WANTED: Someone to sell hats every day for one hour. 24 pay
That was perfect except that Oliver thought that it was below him, especially since our bodies were white and the tailor was a brown skin man. Anyway, just then a young woman who was brown skinned and about sixteen years of age came out of a back room with the tailor. She was all smiles because the tailor outfitted her for free with some freshly tailored gabs.
Oliver saw how happy the young lady was. He became friendly with the tailor. He forgot that the outfitter was brown-skinned. Now to Oliver the tailor’s skin was the color of kindness.
I sat down as Tobe, Oliver and the tailor spoke about Oliver as an employee. I figured that I should record and publish this astral episode. My astral body became reclined on an ancient couch. I transported in another parallel astral body to my physical body and jampacked this story into the memory of it.
Then I returned. When I did Tobe and Oliver were leaving. I got up in my astral body which was reclined in that tailor shop. I ran a little to be with Tobe and Oliver. Mentally Tobe sent me a message saying that Oliver was a source of disgust because Oliver was so fussy and had a grand idea of his worth. Tobe thought that Oliver should become a baker, which meant using ancient brick ovens.
Oliver for his part hated the part of it having to do with fire which he taught may burn his pretty hair. At this point Tobe left in a hurry as if he had other Olivers to care for. I was left with Oliver at Tobe’s Zen Hostel astral place. But it was time to return to earth because it was about 2.30am, just before I was due for breath infusion and meditation.
I wondered if anyone would learn from this dimensional hop.