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Runway, Sick Girl
Aprox. 10-27-2009

I see all kinds of crazy things that are not directly related to my own life, at least I can't find the connection. Sometimes the details are more than we care to know.

This has the feeling of a viewpoint dream and happened about a week ago. I was in spirit viewpoint with some older man in a big city in a place I've never seen before. There was a mission or perhaps a shelter nearby, across the road beyond a few buildings. This is not the kind of neighborhood I would be familar with and even in the dream I knew I didn't belong there.

A teenage girl approached me, tattered dirty cloths. Cute but having an obvious burden. Her eyes were saying she was warned but she refused to listen and now there's no turning back. Those who loved her at home would never accept her like she is now.

She doesn't tell her real name or age. When asked she says she's older than she looks. The truth is she's younger than she looks. I would guess she was around 15 years old. The dirt and aging on her face makes her look much older than she is. It's hard to say about her dress, at one time it was very nice but those days are long gone. It looks like she's been living in it for months.

She's here because some guy she trusted took advantage of her, got her sick and then he either left her or died of his own desease leaving her alone on her own in a big city.

She says "You don't know me, why should you care?" She doesn't trust people anymore but wants to more than anything. With a little help this girl might find her way.

I told her to go to the shelter and I would help her. She insisted that I didn't want anything to do with her. I began to walk, climbing a set of stairs up to a platform she ran after me stopping me she pulled up her dress and showed me the sores on her body. "You see, this is how I am. See what he did to me." I wanted to cry. I don't know what kind of desease caused those blister like sores but I'm sure it was contagious. Her once attractive young body now distorted, damaged by what ever that thing was. "I will find you some help," I promised.

I started to go down the stairs toward the street with the girl following when three or four women who lived near saw us. They had seen this girl somewhere before. They wanted to know what was going on and I told them I needed to find help for this girl. They took compasion and said they would also help. I looked at the shelter door across the way knowing someone there must know a doctor, someone who cares who could help. I woke.
EOD

I'm guessing this is a viewpoint dream since I can't find anything in my own life to relate it to. The details were so clear. If this isn't about a real person then I'll miss my guess. If it is I do hope and pray she gets help.

Working Woman (10-31-2009)
Viewpoint

Some PHDs say it's not possible but sometimes I have what I call viewpoint dreams, kinda like the one above but this one is special because in it I see the body I am inside of in a mirror and I know it's not me. This one happened this morning at daybreak.

It was early morning and people were going to work in a city to an office building. Inside were many cubicles and several floors. Some of the cubicles had wall up about 3 maybe 3.5 feet and glass up another two feet. There was a balcony type floor above another set of cubicles below.

When I jumped into this woman I/she dropped three maybe four clipboards, papers, post its, business cards, it was a mess and it was right in the doorway between two rooms.

I began picking up the items thinking "what a ditz this woman is!" There was so much loose stuff I dropped it several times while trying to pick it up. Then another woman came and I had to move and let her pass. She snarled and shook her head. I didn't need a translation, she was thinking "looser" all the way.

I picked up the items on the floor and went through the door because that's where she was headed. I had no idea who she was, what her name was or where I was. All I wanted to do was get out of sight and hope no one noticed until I could return to my own body and she could return to hers.

I hurried through the door with both arms holding the precarious cargo, seeing a flight of stairs I ran up them intending to find some place to hide. I thought "where is this woman's desk?" I looked at the mess in my hands and said "find the most cluttered desk you can and it's most likely hers." Across the room at an angle I saw a set of cubicles inside what for all in the world must have been a room with glass walls. There was a set of desk's pulled together maybe an "L" angel desk but it was a real MESS! I ran to it and dropped the arm-load upon it. Looking up I saw the reflection of the woman I was inside of in the mirror. She was I would guess in her 40s, had brown hair pulled back and pinned up in the back. She has prominent cheek bones and slightly lessor cheeks giving her a very average appearance.

Immediately another woman came up from behind and left and put something on the desk beside me asking how I was doing. I nodded and in a blink the dream ended. Boy was I glad to be back.
EOD

I'm going to go with a viewpoint with a real live person on this one and have no idea why I crossed paths with her in the spirit world. These people were arriving at work first thing in the morning and it was around 7am here CT. They are on the East coast of the USA most likely if this was time relevant. Meaning if my dream and the event happened at the same time.

Popping in like that taken completely by surprise I'm the one who caused her to drop the items in her hand. Then perhaps it was her emotions and feeling of insecurity that provoked the event literally sucking me into her mind at that moment. These things usually do not happen without a set of circumstances being aligned and then triggered by something usually emotionally.

When I sleep my spirit scans the etheric planes for information. I can sometimes see all kinds of secret things but I'm not concerned about every day people as I am things that are important to humanity. More often I see secret things being done by governments. Sometimes I cross paths with aliens and sometimes non human things like an angel or demon. In the first viewpoint on this page, at least it seems like a viewpoint I saw a sick runway girl who needs help real bad. In this one I actually got to see the face of the person I was viewpoint with. This is very rare but isn't the first time I've seen this kind of thing. Years ago when I was trying to figure out these viewpoint experiences it was seeing my viewpoint's face in a bathroom mirror to see it was not my face that gave me the clue. Now I have a proverbial name to put with the faces. These are not normal symbolic dreams, they are viewpoints with other people and beings from other places.

Yesterday I read a message sent to me by one of my friends who was telling me how he was viewpoint in someone else's body and it was a woman. He was shocked, this was new to him. I told him it happens sometimes. This morning the same thing happens to me.