What The MRI Revealed

 On Friday May 27th, 2022, I went to the hospital to have an MRI done on my head, the reason for this procedure was to let my doctors and NLPs know what was happen within my scull with the errant cancer cells that had wandered into my head and was surgically removed in November of 2021. Before they put me into the machine, they had to inject me with a contrast for their own reasons. Well, the nurse in the MRI center could not get my vein to cooperate; so, I told him " I have a port". He was not trained on accessing ports, thus they had to get a certified port specialist. For over two hours they were unable to find such a person in the entire hospital. Finally, they found such a person working in the ICU and could be spared for the few minutes it takes to access my port and attach the necessary implement through which the contrast would flow into my body in order for the MRI to be properly done. When she could be spared and came to the MRI unit, she was an angel. I mean that literally; the name on her obligatory badge was literally "Angel."

Finally, they got me to the machine and sked me to lay down on the narrow bed like contraption that moves into the machine itself for the actual scan, it being extraordinarily cold; I was covered up with a warn blanket. That gave me a very cozy feeling.  The wonderful technician placed ear plugs in my ears and placed headphones over my ears all in readiness for the noise the machine would make for the time my head would be in its bowels. The preparation being complete, he asked me if i wanted music. I declined preferring the sounds the machine would make amid the silence I would enter. He left the room for the shielded compartment from which to remotely operate the machine in a space that was safe for him.

As soon as I was inside the machine, I slipped into meditation; in that space the sounds the machine was making was that of drumming, I relaxed completely. Almost immediately an image appeared on the screen of my mind. It was of a mauve colored gossamer being. Although I could see her clearly, I could also see the giant tree in which she was living. Both the fairy like being and the tree were clearly defined, distinct but not separate. Indeed, they were one and the same. Although each was itself, both were one with no demarcation showing separation.

My soul offered an explanation to what I was seeing. The tree was a twenty-thousand-year-old redwood in which a fragment of my soul's consciousness was experiencing itself. The same applied to the gossamer being.

You see the soul is far too large a being to be confined in a single human body. It experiences itself over all time and in many different forms. That is the prerogative of every single soul. 

I exited the machine very energized and excited for the blessing I was given while in its bowels.