A channels story of freindship, NDE, life and death and the loss of a friend.

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This is a true account of a channel's, david reid lowell's near

abduction by U.F.O.'s and his out of body experience. As published

in Sedona Journal of Emergence.... This is an accounting of Mr.

Lowell's friendship with another channel and intuitive psychic,

Bonnie, and their experience and shared bond as reincarnated soul-

mates/friends.

 

The Journey of the soul through time,

 

by:

 

David Reid Lowell/Michel (Michael) his non-physical

 

My writings have taken on an emergence from myself and my channel to

become only one, Michel. There is purity to the writing and the

channel - that is Michel and his inspired, non-dimensional truths.

In using 'non-dimensional' I singularly refer to those teachings or

sharings of information and how they can be applied to our everyday

lives. However, as time has passed it has become more intertwined in

my everyday life. At first, even I thought this was an odd and

somewhat disconcerting avocation. But as time has passed the union

of self, higher self, and the non-physical Michel has become

exceedingly normal to me. I did not set about life to walk this path

but I know that sometime in my linear life's development I chose

this path that was laid out before. And either it was something one

could have resisted or given way to, not so much out of knowing

choice, but rather out of necessity. Now, it is a constant voice in

the back of my mind's eye that is clearer than views from what most

call intuition. I have learned to call this blended existence my

other half. I have seen spirit, manifestations of spirit during

birth and death cycles, witnessed UFO's, or rather identified Flying

Objects, from our mountain top retreat and seen the rain filled

skies open, giving way to clear blue, or midnight stars, while

lights from other places hang silently above.

 

The U.F.O. Incident

 

Some years ago, in the late fall, a friend with whom I shared a

karmic soul connection, Bonnie, was doing a channeling with me in

Pennsylvania. She and I decided to drive home that night. It was

late, quite late, but we decided to muster forth and head homeward,

a long drive. We followed the Beaverkill River along Old Route 17 in

New York. It was about 1am and we talked about her mom who had

channeled and the long shadow she cast. Bonnie and I met at an

N.D.E. (Near Death Experience) meeting. I recall the oddity of the

moment as Bonnie had been watching me from another room through the

cracked doorway. Finally, she came up to me and " You too? " and I

looked at her and smiled. I don't know why I smile in reply to

people's comments or greetings, I just do. I find it easier than

idle chatter and more pleasant. Plus, one just looks kinder and more

accessible when they smile. So usually I smile a lot, a curse of

habit.

 

We had a sibling-like friendship, deeply connected, simple, yet

complex. My channeling was a developed aftermath from a head injury,

coma and recovery period. Bonnie, had been born into it. If there

was a genetic link to the work. She inherited it and was very good

at it. Each of us embraced different abilities and styles.

 

As we drove it was very dark and clear. Then there was a light ahead

of us, yet overhead, it became brighter, very much brighter. We

became silent and the truck slowed, the interior light flickered as

if the truck was shutting off...Then it was four, yes FOUR hours

later. We awoke about a mile or so from where we had been, in an

empty pull off. It was 5 am. We were dazed, groggy and still in a

sleep haze. I remember going to speak and I had no voice. Bonnie was

thirsty as was I. We got out of the truck and I felt sore all over.

My legs had an odd ache to them and Bonnie was distraught and yet

familiar with these experiences. We both knew what had happened.

 

After gathering ourselves together she remarked that this had

happened before. She was concerned about me and I was really okay, I

was abducted the first time when I was very young. As we talked

about it we realized that our paths had many shared, unique areas

which we addressed with equal difference. Bonnie believed that there

was a pre-contract that existed, in agreement between the victim and

perpetrator, so in order to learn you pre-decided that you'd live

out one of these roles. I believed that if this was so, free-will

gave you the ability to release yourself from this type of

relationship role and choose to learn whatever possible lesson one

could derive from such a relationship in a more gentle manner. Now,

looking back, each of our views reflected our own life and its

experiences. My manner has been 'pull yourself up by your boot

straps', see the good, refocus and move onward.

 

A father's transition

 

One day we were at home fixing lunch. The phone rang and it was

Bonnie, crying unclearly, asking for help. She asked me to come to

her father's home. Upon arrival I found Bonnie on oxygen, state

troopers, and the local funeral director all gathered and all

seemingly distressed. Bonnie had just come from the market and

pulled in to take her Dad some groceries. The boot (as she called

it) was still open on her car with bags of groceries gathered in a

bunch. She had found her Dad in late summer on a very hot day,

passed away on the sofa. They think he had been dead for fifteen to

twenty days. Not an overly pleasant situation. I helped the funeral

director 'bag' her Dad.

 

Who would have thought

 

In the days to come we cleaned the house and she returned to

somewhat of her old self. Bonnie passed away a few years ago, almost

a year, perhaps slightly longer, after her Dad had passed. It was

not a nice way to go if she 'really' chose it before hand. I think

of her often, wondering if it was her belief system that shaped her

reality or if she had pre-contracted it. Each morning she greets me

as I have my morning coffee, while I look into the very large

mountain painting she did which hangs in the family room. She did

this particular painting when she was in Ireland. Perhaps, she knew

that one day it would hang in its proper place. As I write this I am

looking out at such mountains and thinking of my friend.

 

Life is a gift that leds us through unknown journies of unexpected

expriences. It is how we choose to act during these moments that

determine the course they will take.

 

Those memories that shade the thoughts and dreams of each of us,

over time, become framilair faces that welcome and honor the

relationships that were shared. Life goes on, and the dead deserve

to rest. Embrace the good that can be found in each person and

celebrate life.

 

David Reid Lowell/Michel (Michael)

 

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stories, needs and requests for prayers and information about

channeling. It is tolerant and passionate, postings are about short

affiramtions, short to lengthly channels posted by member of their

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http://www.davidreidlowell.com/transcripts/journey.html

 

To finish reading the rest of the story of a journey of friends.

 

http://www.davidreidlowell.org/

 

A channeld work book, for you to use to set up your own study groups

and discussion, it has references to scripture, Christianity,

Kabballah, and Spirituality.

 

Explore and learn, increase the circle of healing and love,

Edward