The meaning of the right hand and the left hand
Amper wonders why I am so slow to get “right hand left hand”. I dream of crowds of people forced to steal, and leaving. |
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My conversation with Amper went like this, with Amper’s words are in italics: Jorun, (as I am called in the text): Why do you say that? – But you’ve known for so long. I say again, finally! You did not understand how important that was, what you said today, at the kitchen table. – But you said the “left and right hand”? – Yes, when you read this for the first time, that was the right thing. However that first time passed long ago. You have to understand, so much time has elapsed, it is eons. You are now living a completely different life than you did before – you know why. You know and understand now what is to come. If you be who you are, that which you have always been so, all will go well. I am with you all the time, every second of your life. I look on as you write this, this you see with your own eyes. You’ve known this for a long time. It’s easy to stick with the old. And hard to constantly pick up new things. But maybe it is right that you are so careful. You have been completely right before. Take now care of yourself, it is needed. If you are as you were before, everything will be fine. Everything will be as you wish for you am I and I am you. I love you as you love me. As you say, go in peace.
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I think I was some kind of shop owner, I’d put bottles on display outside the store: giant bottles of perfectly clear liquid. People walked by and stole these large bottles. It was something they really wanted to have and could not get it any other way than to steal it. We were at a meeting in the evening. I felt the energy drain out of me, I was extremely tired when we got home, just terribly tired.
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A woman and I were going on a long trip. We found ourselves at a railway station along with a vast crowd of people. We found a path between them and began to push forward. I went first and stretched my hand back so the woman could take it and come with me, so she did not get lost. We were going to travel a long, long way with this train, far away. As I said, there were an incredible number of people there and all were getting on the same train.
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I was staying in a hotel and went down to the dining room in the morning to have breakfast. A guard was standing at the door making sure no unauthorized persons entered. I took my ID card out of my pocket. When I saw it, it had a photo of a very old man with long gray hair. I thought: “But this is not me.” I took it out anyway and showed it to the guard. He looked at the photo, then at me, and made a gesture with his other hand that it was OK to go into the dining room.
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For many years Iíve been thinking about that passage in the Gospel of Thomas where two people get into the same bed, one dies the other gets up. I think now that I have the answer. The answer is when I died in my bed in the early nineties I went over to the other side, saw what I saw, and then went back. He who woke up again was probably the same man. It says this in Book of Revelation. He is dead, yet he lives.
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This morning a man walked into me somehow. It was like we were standing next to each other and then merged. I even received a sentence in the morning but only remember “an administrative center will be established.“
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