Crossing A Bridge In Time

I keep saying I would like to take "a breather" away from the site but every time I do another experience comes along for which I am asked to pass along!

This experience was very new to me as it occurred in real time while I was walking across a bridge and not while I was meditating or trying to envision something.

Please take a moment to experience this with me and picture yourself in my shoes as I walk and see if you can feel the emotions, feel the energy flowing and actually feel like you are there with me.

As enlightened and awakened individuals spiritually you were all there with me, now as I type picture yourself actually there and experiencing the moment with me.

This experience occurred last Wednesday (12 Jan 2011), so take a deep breath, relax your body, clear your mind and follow along with me, ask the same questions as I ask them and listen for the answer

James

As the small boat pulled-up alongside the dock just passed the big railway bridge that we just passed under I started to climb out and onto the dock, the area around the bridge is no different than any other small little town anywhere in the world. However the history of this small village goes back 60 years or more. As I walked up the stairs leading to the start of this bridge there are already many tourists gathered around taking photos of one thing or another.

On my right I see a young man using an old-fashioned axe to carve out the locations of the rails on a sleeper. The work crews are busy working on the bridge rails and sleepers for they are looking very old and tired and need to be replaced.

The weather is nice, very hazy and the humidity is beginning to climb, it is the edge of the jungle so I guess it is to be expected.

As I reach the level of the bridge another image begins to emerge, the buildings in the town are beginning to disappear and trees are taking their place. Just downstream is another bridge, only this one is made of what look like match sticks but are in fact logs.

"...God what am I seeing here right now, is this real!?..."

"...yes my child it is all real, for you are seeing the shadows of what once was, cast your eyes around and tell me what you see..."

Okay this is now getting a little strange, as one would think this is a ghost story, but it is not, the bridge is there even now as it the thick jungle all around.

"...ah okay, as I look I see the workers and the tourists, however I see others as well, what has happened to them they are pitiful. Don't these people eat and this heat is now oppressive, what happened to that!"

"...keep looking and continue your dialogue, we'll talk about the rest later..."

"ah well I see a lot of men, no women, just men and they all barely dressed, some only wearing a loin-cloth and a hat for protection. As I turn towards the village I can now see a camp of some description, or what looks like a military camp and lots of crosses, oh my there are a lot of them aren't there."

"...that man over there in the long black boots he is directing those other men in uniforms and they have guns, well why don't the oth... Heavenly Father this is a camp for Prisoners' of War isn't it and they are Japanese soldiers?"

"...Yes James this is indeed a POW camp. You already knew the bridge was built by these young men but it did not really sink in what they endured. Hollywood has not done justice to what these young men suffered and endured against..."

"...It is time to walk across the bridge now, are you ready for what will come..."

"...yes..."

The previous evening I had been advised "James do not be afraid of what you will see in the physical world or in the spiritual world tomorrow"

As we venture across the bridge the sun is beginning to burn the back of my neck a little and the Thai workers are busy on fixing the sleepers. It is then that once again I have these images of the young men with their emaciated bodies also working on the same bridge, some stop and look as I walk by, here again as with Mary, can they actually see me!

The look on those faces say it all, strain, hopelessness and even death. The young Thai workers are completely oblivious to these souls that are still working around them, doing their bit to this day on that bridge.

I look downstream to the other bridge and there are men everywhere, toiling away in the oppressive heat which seems to come back every time I have this image. The flies and mosquitoes wow are they bad. Here again when I see just the modern day image again the bugs are gone!?

As I reach the other side of the bridge I see a party of soldiers beating a prisoner, he is already dead, has to be, no one in that physical condition could endure that type of beating

"...heavenly father end his suffering, please!..."

"...it was ended a long time ago James..."

As I now turn around to return back across the bridge I see the old steam engine and the prisoners on the flat-bed car climbing aboard for their journey up the track to who knows hell waits for them. The tourists have no clue as to any of this, believe me I am not sure I am believing in this but it is happening in real time.

Now I begin to become aware of the energy that is flowing from my body, I am having difficulty putting my hands together as the energy is forcing them apart. I feel the flow of energy start in my feet and move rapidly upwards and exit through my head and it is not just a little energy it is radiating and pulsing enormously.

"...where is the energy going?..."

"...to those whom are still here my Son, for they have been waiting for you to come along. Do not fight it, let the energy flow, feel the Holy Spirit move through you and into those young souls. Walk back to

The other side and send them home to me..."

"...what should I say to help them on their way?..."

"...In Dachau I guided you with your words, now use your heart to guide you and let the words flow..."

"...Okay I'll see what comes out...

"...My glorious brothers in God, you have been here for a long time, this place of your youth, this place of your sorrow and this place of your death. It is time for you to make your journey to the father, to a place where pain no longer exists, anguish is no more, love is ever present. Please follow me now my brothers, for I have walked your path before and have returned into a new light of day. The Heavenly Father is waiting for you, begin your journey home and leave this place of Death and misery behind..."

"...thank you my Son, remember those words as you will need to speak them several times today as you venture from here along the Death Railway..."

After visiting and walking through the cemetery and seeing how young all these men were, I could not help but to shed a tear or two for those who were sent there in cattle cars, were worked to death and never went home.

The journey for this day continued and throughout the journey along the railway line to Nam Tok, I could see those same emaciated men swinging their hand tools with whatever energy they had left, the guards beating a prisoner while the other watched and all along the way crosses by the side of the rail tracks.

I spoke those words 4 times that day, on the bridge, as I walked through the cemetery, while travelling along in the train and finally as I stood on the viaduct as the train passed by on its southeastern return journey.

At every stop along the way, young souls were waiting to begin their journey home. Many made that journey on this day. I am still emotionally, spiritually and physically drained from that experience.

"...Heavenly Father thank you for this journey today, a journey of re-discovery of who I really am, may the souls of those left behind so long ago finally find their way home to you..."

"...James this was a journey of preparation for you, a journey of enlightenment, a journey to peace. You have once again seen the worst that one man can do to another and you have come away with no anger or animosity to those whom perpetrated the physical crimes against there captives. Indeed in human terms you should hate the Japanese passionately for what you have seen portrayed at their hands, but instead you only feel love for your fellow man. My son the road to mastery is a long one, continue your journey you are almost there..."

I hope you have been able to feel and see a little of what I felt and saw that day, the rush of energy, the huge emotional swings. Place yourself on that 1:30 train ride to Nam Tok and see yourself looking out the window into the jungle that was there at the time, and see what you see for yourself.

This could have occurred at any number of places on earth, wherever man has committed atrocities against his fellow man, but it occurred along the aptly named "Death Railroad" and thank you for walking with me as we journeyed through our "Bridge in Time" along the Bridge that spans the River Kwai.

May the peace of the heavenly Father and his Son Jesus be with you always

James