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My Journey To This Neverland

The Lanzarote Sessions - Series 9 Session 2

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Jun 18, 2025
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Walk from Punta Pechiguera lighthouse towards Playa Blanca

THE MESSAGE

Transcribed on 6th March 2025 @ 4:00pm

Good day to you. Your tinnitus doesn’t help with our connection, does it? Still, we’re here now and that’s all that matters. I am impressed by how blank your mind is at this moment with [you having] no idea what I will say to you. That, sir, is perfection.

When I resided on the mother earth, I was also a traveller, as you appear to be. My job as a sales rep took me to all corners of the planet. Rather strange, don’t you think, when we refer to corners in a circle! I visited a few less settled countries in my time, and on more than one occasion, I feared for my life you know. The fear was real too.

I had an arrangement with my partner back home that I would find a phone and ring her as often as I could. She needed the reassurance that I was safe. Hearing her voice always helped me overcome any worries I was holding. I used to carry a letter in my wallet, addressed to her. It was in case I lost my life. It didn’t say much other than that I loved her and that she should get on with her life, with my blessings.

I knew that if I died, I would be going somewhere else to live. I never expected it to be as wonderful an experience as it has been. When my wife passed, a few months after me, and naturally in our home, I was there to welcome her to her new life. She had never been such a believer as I was.

The job allowed me to retire at an earlier age and in those few precious years in our home, I enjoyed building our nest for life. It was quite fancy by some others standards. It was our safe haven, where nothing else mattered.

After retiring, I lost the desire to travel – too many bad memories I suppose. We enjoyed our home and being there with her was like a holiday every day. We were both lucky really. I had reasonable health most of my life. When the tumour was announced, nobody was more shocked than me.

I used to pray that my last days were without pain, and God fulfilled my wishes.

I remember going to bed as I normally would, with things lined up by the bed, for the following day. But I awoke to different surroundings and remembering how on earth I got here. I couldn’t remember waking up. Of course, I hadn’t, in the traditional sense. It took me a while to accept the situation and it was only after I came to terms with the new situation that I began to be concerned about my partner on earth and how she was coping.

I was allowed to look in (or down, as you might consider it) on her. She had arranged the funeral and appeared to be coping better than I’d imagined she would. Perhaps it was because of all my time away from home, that she had learned to be independent and manage things better than I would have.

Anyway, I share that with you in the hope you get something of use from it. The story ends, as they say, as a happy one. We are together here, as if we’d never been apart. Our love for each other, and for life itself is richer than ever. Our experiences together are greater and more enriching them they ever would have been on earth.

You could say that my final journey was the greatest ever. I definitely believe that, and if I could leave you with one message, it would be one of peace and love.

That is what awaits you all, when your time comes to make that final journey. Don’t live with regrets. Just live life to the full, and realise that what you achieve in your earth life will pay off when you arrive here some day.

Thank you so much for bringing my voice to life in your mind and through these words. You’ve presented them as I wished and I thank you for that. I’ve been told that my name is irrelevant at this time. However, I can assure you, we will meet some day.

I send you peace and love.

God bless you my friend. Goodbye.


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