RV Session 008:

Lately I have had this blockage every time I try to “see” with the 3rd eye. There is something there but I can’t make out what it is. It is as though I am too close to it. But it looks like I am on a boat because I can see the stellar background and the images are darker and fixed in some places and there is movement in others. Last night I finally figured out what I have been locked into for days. I had the feeling I could not move on until I saw this, literally. I was locked in. I closed my eye again last night and tried to go off to the side or corner of the screen (my eyelids) to catch the movement. I was able to zoom in really close and see far more contrasted images. It was like gazing into water. Then I realized I was on the water in a boat just as I have been for days since the last vision where I saw a boat full of people and what looked like a huge ship from the 1800s. I had been hovering there all this time.

What was so important about this time line that I needed to remember or resolve? After trying and trying to see the entire seen or something that looked recognizable I gave up and fell asleep. I woke up abruptly from a dream. Immediately, I closed my eyes again feeling that I would be in a relaxed enough state to see the scene. I zoomed in and saw an arm and hands. That was all I needed to get perspective enough for cognition. Low and behold I was looking down on black men and women on a ship walking to my left in a row. One person was crying it looked like and wiped his face with his arm. At least I think it was a man. It was difficult from that angle to make that distinction as they all had shaven heads. They were suffering. I knew this much. I thought to myself, ok this must be a slave ship. I must have a thread of karma attached to this time line for some reason. I could have been a slave or a soldier on the ship. I don’t know that much. I felt frustrated that I didn’t know more and then I remembered that it is more about what I am feeling. I was excited that I was able to see clearly what was happening. I could see men in hats standing at the side of the ship, slaves walking around and moving things around and what looked like soldiers walking back and forth. They were different looking than the others. Taller with more commanding energy coming off of them but I couldn’t see detailed uniforms or anything.

I could see the water in the distance and the perspective of the boat moving up and down. I was actually nauseous last night before I knew what I was looking at so I thought this is probably why. My subconscious is aware that I am on a boat moving up and down and I get very "see" sick. I thought this was the end of it and fell asleep again. But this is where it gets really good. I was dreaming. I remember I was with someone and I told them that I could see a white horse. They were freaked out because they couldn’t see a white horse. He was beautiful. I walked over to him and stroked his nose. I remember thinking how strange that must look to my friend. I asked the horse his name and he told me telepathically but I can’t remember what he said. I did try though to make a point to remember it in the dream.

The next thing I remember is seeing a tall black man with a shaven head in a room. He tells me he was the horse. I asked him his name and he said, “ Tu Mimbe”. He was trying very hard to pronounce it so that I could understand. He told me to write it down so I did in this huge book. It was almost like Tw Mimbe to me at the time with his accent. I still had not made any connection to this person and the remote viewing session before I went to sleep. Then he was sitting beside me and we were in a boat with some other people. He was telling me stories and I felt so close to him like a brother. He was amazingly smart and sweet. I knew he was a ghost the entire time and that the others could not see him but I didn’t mind looking foolish talking to the air. He said “I still have not become use to being. . .” I thought he was going to say “dead”. But he said “alive forever”. I remember beings so thrilled at that statement. He was always smiling. Finally he said he had to go and faded away. He had been taking me and the others to a mission. I went down some steps into a small house and met a couple of white ladies that were expecting me. They took me to the room where I would stay. It was very small with two twin beds. The ladies seemed really tired and lacked my enthusiasm. I thought , now would be a good time to wake up.

When opened my eyes I said out loud “Tu Mimbe!. Thank you” and wrote everything down. I can’t remember what he told me specifically but I feel resolve and that is all that matters. That is what this is about; cleansing the subconscious. I looked up Tu Minbe, Tu Mimbe to no prevail and then came across an article about Sengbe Pieh, the Mende slave on the Amastadt. Mende is the language the African slaves from Sierra Leone and the Mande people of West Africa. I researched the Mende language a bit and from what I could gather there are many dialects and French is definitely mixed in there. I thought Tu Nimbe could be some Mende/French way of saying "Your name" as though he was repeating my question or ironically saying that I was him. But then I saw that KU Mende (not Tu mimbe) would mean I am going "to" Mende. It would make sense to me that now, he was going home. This is all just going on speculation and my intuition of course. All I know is that I feel really great today.