(Revelations about the other side, Medellin – 07/10/2018)
Sometimes the most shocking story comes unannounced. And again, for some reason (I will write a post in this blog about it) the information unfolds front of you in a manner that in the past years would have never flowed.
Few days ago I bumped into someone I knew from my previous time in Medellin.
We arranged to meet one evening and have a drink. So far so good. Like any other gathering, we were catching up and, myself, was storytelling my trip and what happened since last time.
My friend’s phone was beeping all the time. Notifications were coming every 30seconds. He was polite enough not to pay attention to those. But I made the calcs, and probably 50 notifications went through.
-‘What a pain must be to check 50 messages in a one go. No wonder why people nowadays are stressed’ – I thought.
These constant notifications prevent most of us from being present and keep our attention, making you to run like a robot. I have to admit that I have been a victim myself of that, so when my mum was criticising my behaviour with my smartphone when I was around her, I must say I did not fully get what she was meaning. I could not grasp how addictive that was. Sorry Mum.
But let’s not get diverted. My friend asked me if I wouldn’t mind another friend joining. I didn’t object. Things need to flow naturally.
His friend arrived slightly wounded up, as the police stopped and searched him. Something that police in Colombia does often. And most of the times, they go for easy targets. To the people who they think they can cash and obtain a bribe from. I was one of them, so I know what exactly I am talking about, as you probably have read in this blog already.
One thing led to another thing, and from the topic of the police we moved to the topic of astral body split experiences. You would ask what is the connection between these two… The thing was that speaking about the police lead us towards the subject of the new cannabis legislation in Colombia and police searching powers… Was the change in legislation towards a less tolerant policy the right step? At the end of the day, there we were, the three of us intoxicating ourselves with a completely legal drug: alcohol. So once the topic of cannabis was on the table, we ended talking about what it does and our perception and experiences.
So in a smooth transition of the subject, the 3 of us were talking about mystical experiences. My friend was telling how many times he went through a body split experience, something that occurs to him few times in a year. That entails a level of consciousness that I have not reached yet. Although, at that point, I related to a very powerful experience I had when I was feeling my spirit was trying to get stolen from me (there will be a post about it).
So the door of The Beyond was open. Turns out that my friend and his colleague, instead of being weirded or unfamiliar with the topic, had lot more to relate and to tell me. The Law of the Attraction was working again, and although these topics are never the agenda of an informal meeting, they end up appearing many times.
The conversation deepened and entered unconventional territories….. According to them, it seems that when you are in one of these astral body split experiences is better not to try to reign the experience, as if you would have the ability to control your journey, you will be tempted to go further and further. (I personally think is just the opposite, but it requires preparation and training to safely drive your ‘astral vehicle’ )
And if you go beyond certain point, the connection between your physical and astral body might break. And then there is a possibility you can’t go back or that another spirit takes your physical body. Apparently there are many errand spirits floating in the upper dimensions looking for a body to occupy. To be honest, I don’t understand why they would do so. Who wants to come back to the earth again?
The ultimate body split experience you could have happens when you die. Some people claim to have started the journey and have the experience aborted, returning back to Earth. Surely most of us have heard about the light tunnel we enter at that moment…… There is a very interesting theory saying that the light at the end of that tunnel is a trap. That once we reach that light, we will reach a space where other like us will be present and we will be convinced by our ‘guides’ to agree our return to Earth to rectify the mistakes made in our former life. By returning to Earth again, we can ‘repair’ the damage we created in a previous existence and expand our knowledge. Why would this be a trap? Because this cycle will be the credit card of the karmas…. If that is the reason for us to return, then I can see this as an endless loop: no matter how good you live your life here, you will always have mistakes and things to rectify and learn at the moment you die. So, according to this theory, you will be eternally coming back. Your karma interest would increase your debt from one life to the next, making hardly possible to pay your balance in full. And, if that is the case, I would also think the entire process acts like a trap.
I’m not sure how much to believe from all the above, but if we reincarnate, would you like to be sent back to Earth? At this point, the friend of my friend told us that he died and came back. He had what is called a near death experience.
So the friend of my friend told us he was robbed at home. By a gang of 4 latinamerican men. I will not disclose their nationality to not stir prejudices. Apparently, those gangs observe the victim for days before they perpetrate the cup.
(I do not feel Colombia as particularly dangerous. But it is true, that to the standards of an European, the things happening here are way more violent than in Europe. There is more poverty, more inequality and more crime. That is true. And you need to be more careful than in Europe.)
The episode occurred one day he was coming back home, at the moment he opened the gate of his building. He was beaten in the head and lost the conscience. He woke up in his flat, tied up in a chair. Four men were beating him up viciously. He was bleeding, and got consistently punched till they thought he was dead.
And probably he was, because at that point he felt he was leaving his body. To enter a space of darkness where he saw himself walking towards a light. There was a bridge and he crossed the bridge just to get closer to the light. However, he did not entered the light. Just when he was about to, his brother (who was murdered years ago) appeared and prevented him from doing so. Apparently once we get into the light, there is no way back.
So his brother sent him back.
When the friend of my friend opened the eyes, he was in his bathtub, tied up both arms and legs with blood everywhere. He could hear the four men in the other rooms raving the entire place. They were taking absolutely everything. Apparently these gangs come with a van and to the eyes of the neighbors they are removal people.
From time to time, one of the guys came back to the bathroom and punched the friend of my friend. He had to make an incredible effort of self-control to not react neither breathe. And he stayed like that for good two hours.
-‘The longest two hours of my life’ – he said to us.
One guy of the gang was particularly cruel. Coming back more often than the others and hitting him several times.
-‘Come on man, he’s dead meat! Hurry up here we need to load the van quickly…’ – one of the other gang members shouted at him.
So the gang rushed the final moves to leave the flat. it was only atthat moment that he could finally move and react. Luckily for him, in a shelve near by, there was a bag with toiletries containing some scissors. His body moves managed to push the bag, which felt inside the bathtub spreading all the content inside. After few more twists he manage to somehow get the scissors, and little my little he managed to cut the tapes.
The following events were the standard steps after robbery. He went for help, he got medical support and police came to make a report. Took some weeks for him to recover.
Few months later, the friend of my friend went on Grinder (the magical site of this trip) and you can imagine his surprise when we saw one of the guys of the gang who robbed him. As he was having a profile with no face picture, he approached the guy in order to start a conversation and obtain information. The gang guy was escorting in Grinder. Either in that conversation or in a second one, the friend of my friend managed to know the name of the company he was working for. So he went to the website of the company to obtain the full name and address.
-‘So with that info you went to the police’ – I said
-‘No, man. That is not the way things work in Colombia. The police won’t do anything!’
He gave the details to a couple of hit-men that he knew well.
-‘Do to him whatever you need to. Just don’t tell me what you have done’ – he told the hit-men
Options could be that fingers were chopped, hands burnt or being simply shot. No one knows. That is the way things work sometimes in here.