Woo-Woo: Duties of the Dead

Been a while since I shared a “woo-woo” with you.  Believe me, it’s not for a lack of material.  That happens on an almost  daily basis.

Take Friday, for example.  I needed a picture of piece of test equipment for the (now scheduled Wednesday) article on my “timer machine” build.

So I grabbed a 16 gB memory card, tossed it into my camera, and went over to the electronics bench.  It’s like 6-feet – 8 tops – away from the server (BigBox) which runs most of my life.

I look at the piece of equipment and, being satisfied it would be an OK photo, turned on the camera to take the shot.

Nada.  No memory card in the camera.  I look at the camera.  Memory card slot is open – and empty.

Go back to the server and retrace my steps.  The memory card isn’t there.  I look at the electronics bench.  No sign of a memory card.

OK, down on hands and knees.  No, not on the floor either.

Frustrated I pick up the camera and try to figure out where the card went.  Turn on camera:  It powers up, no card error, and now the card that wasn’t there 4-minutes earlier is not only there but works just fine.

That kind of stuff happens as often as a couple of times a day.

But that’s NOT the Story

No.  This is about another one of my wild, lucid, fully life-like dreams in my other Life.  You see, I am a oneironaut.  Which, says the Wiktionary means “A person who explores dream worlds, usually associated with lucid dreaming . During a lucid dream it is possible for the dreamer (or ” oneironaut ,” as LaBerge puts it) to think reasonably clearly, remember the conditions of waking life and act voluntarily, all while remaining soundly, restfully asleep.”

I’ve written a whole book about it – and learning to navigate yourself in Dream Realms.  Since it isn’t  exactly flying off the shelves (because few have heard of it OR no one here in “waking Phone Land” gives a rip – because books don’t issue “likes” –  I don’;t write about my adventures over there.

Many people are afraid of waking up to living two lives.  They will drown good dream experience in booze and/or drugs because it’s a bit…unnerving at first.

This one is really different.  Odd among the odd.

Here’s the layout of the overnight dreaming activity to put you in the picture.

It was a busy night in “the Realms.”  I had just been with the UFO people in the previous segment – learning how to fly one.  They’re flown from a right-front seat and in place of a left seat there’s a large – 5-feet cross – wrap-around instrument panel.  Very simple (not like a spacecraft of Earthly design).

In the new segment, I was finishing up a kind of “introduction to flying” (using mind and body to life one’s self) and I noticed the clock.  It was after 2 PM and I was somehow scheduled to take a flight to Chicago at 4 PM.

Heading to the airport, I traveled lightly.

Arrived, wandered through the terminal (there’s no security in the land you go to after death or in sleep, BTW) and made my way to the plane.

As I boarded, two things happened more or less at once.

My late mother (who I bump into now and then, though she’s usually at a resort out in the dunes by the beach) wanted to speak to me urgently.

The other thing was the airline announced that our flight to Chicago had been canceled.

I left my few travel items on the seat and headed into the airport to see what Mom wanted.

The exchange was not in words.  A kind of knowing is how telepathy words in dream and dead Realms.

She explained (roughly) “I’m going up to Goldendale.  There are 8 people arriving there shortly and I’ve been asked to attend.”

This led to an interchange in which she revealed that even when dreaming (and/or dead) good people still have duties.  And one that most are called on now and then for is to “greet the arriving dead.”

In the Realms, being dead is not as big a deal as it is here.  In many ways it’s really neat:  Flying, telepathy, amazing ultra-intense graphics with colors on steroids – just a grand place.  The best of life’s memories – enhanced and reexperienced and…see the recent article on Peoplenomics about how to carefully pack that “Suitcase Between Your Ears.

So as Mom “exchanged it” to me:  You’ll notice in the Near Death Experience (NDE) reports, when dying people go down that “tunnel of soft blue light” to the other side, they often report seeing people who they have interacted with in some way in their just-ended life.

And it all wrapped up with “So, you understand, I somehow interacted with one of the arrivals and so I’m here at the airport to fly to Goldendale where the 8 arrivals will be…”:


We parted with the usual hugs – she went to her plane and I wandered around outside for a while.  Eventually coming back into the airport through a gate.

It was warm and I decided to move along outside so instead of going inside I told a fellow (who was just sort of watching people at the terminal door) that I was a pilot (showed him my FAA card) and said I’d like to walk up the outside to my plane. Because it would be quicker than going through the terminal.

“Sure, just we don’t let everyone do that…”

Wandering up the outside, it was shady, and I got to the jet and made it up an air-stair and retrieved my stuff from my seat.  One of the joys in the Realms is there’s virtually NO crime.  You can leave things on an airplane and come back 3-hours later and it will still be there.

My gear in hand, I went to check in for a different Chicago flight and, that done, I sat down and decided to “take a nap.”

Which, if you hadn’t figured it by now, means “waking up” over here in Phone Land Reality.

You know what happened as soon as I got back here.

Went to Elaine’s computer with a cup of coffee out of the Thermos and fired up Google News.

Whew!  No sign of 8 people dead in the Goldendale area!  Thank heaven.  (Yet?)

Just to be sure, I stopped and did a second search for “8 dead” and/or “8 killed.”

There it was on CNN: “Russian soldier kills 8 colleagues in mass shooting at Siberian military base.

In the New York Post coverage, city nearest the base is Gorny.  Starts with G and got 8 dead…was this some kind of “knowing at a distance?”

Left me puzzled…and keeping an eye on Goldendale, WA just in case…

Write when you wake up,


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13 thoughts on “Woo-Woo: Duties of the Dead”

  1. George

    “Nada. No memory card in the camera. I look at the camera. Memory card slot is open – and empty.”

    Interesting! Ground Zero Radio did a show last night on activity like that. It was in relationship to ghost activity and how objects go missing and then show up again sometimes in distant locales.

    Not saying you got a ghost but you never can be sure.

    That type of activity happened to me with a Dremel tool kit. Gone today back tomorrow.

  2. NSS!

    Amazebalz woo-woo – U see AirFarce Academy website lately?

    Either an awesome troll or we will soon see a “new” flying object in the sky’s over CO soonly.

    ? – do use Cyrptos in the realms, Stocks & Bonds, Money ?

    • A dandy question, there, ‘coot. Oddly, in all my traveling in the realms NOT ONCE has there been any
      “money” and for that matter, no real “work.”
      Although my time there is spent both writing and broadcasting and inventing, nothing approaching real work.

      It’s more like going into a “magic create space” where the food and drink is taken care of by invisible caterers. Really nice. An d things are always “picked up” – that is, no litter. The activity is virtually6 all creating based on what I’ve learned on this side, or am learning on that (like flying and “gravity surfing” – a long discussion there. But n o paper goods…just the big stuff of dreams. Very fine environment. And the parks, woods, and beaches are all storybook/advertising clean…

  3. placed a memory card on the coffee table in prep for
    new mp3 player. player got here card is now nowhere to be found.
    no big deal as files are backed up but definitely a wtf moment.

  4. Dear Mr. Ure,

    You have interesting dreams. Here is a link to a “Seattle Magazine” article about a Goldendale, Wa. inventor’s alleged airship flight in 1895 and subsequent ufo sightings in the run-up to the Klondike Gold Rush.


    Here is a link to the April 1, 1895 edition of “The Dalles Chronicle” about the flying adventure.


    Well, back to the future?

  5. I am use to the 5th dimension jokers who reach thru and try to drive me nuts, I can put a Screw Driver down in front of me and never see it again for several days and then it reappears right in front of where I laid it down or find it in my wifes sewing box 6 months later. Of course by that time I have replaced it as soon as I get home after buying a new one the old one will appear in the damdest places. I feel that I am possessed by at least one evil spirit if not a small Army of them.

    • unfortunately Earnest.. I have more screwdrivers and pliers hammers than I know what to do with.. but the minute I need a philips.. all I can find are the flat head.. I need a torks.. doesn’t matter what size.. I can’t locate that size… I end up buying one for each job.. the same thing with pliers.. the kids needed to make a frame the other day.. needed a pocket hole jig.. do you think I can find it.. then the next day.. there it is.. right in front of where I was looking the whole set.. never set something in a safe place.. you won’t ever locate it..

  6. NDE…. LOL… I know I have told this story before it is by far one of my favorites..

    working healthcare you will see a lot of this type of things happen all the time.. but there are the stories.. like the Perkins pancakes.. where a woman hung on till her kids could arrive.. they were all sad and standing vigil around the bed.. and one of the boys says.. well.. we can’t just wait here.. lets go to perkins for some breakfast..
    the woman perks up.. PERKINS.. PERKINS PANCAKES… I have to have some and gets up to go with.. the next year as she lies in the same state the kids are walking down the hallway and one says to the others.. not one word about perkins.. LOL..
    a good sign is the reach.. or to talk to those that have passed.. for my mother.. she waited till I was gone then let go.. but a week or two before was telling me that she and dad were talking about this or that.. he had started to come to visit her..
    one of the stories that stands out though after thirty something odd years of working in that field is the story about a bed..
    A patient who was in her day a trend setter and inovator would wake up at four am every morning.. would have her bed made.. it had to be tight military style.. bounce the quarter off of it bed.. it was a necessity of life.. then would have her coffee and watch the morning news.. this was a daily routine..
    I was working another hallway.. a young woman was new working that hall because it was the easier hallway.. the young lady came over and said.. the nurse would like to talk to you.. I go over and there in her chair was this woman.. she had made the journey all of us will take.. she was gone.. the nurse and the doctor had made the call and this woman was as gone as I have ever seen.. the nurse says.. would you make the final arrangements while I get the funeral home to come pick up the body.. the new lady working here has never dealt with anything like this before.. I said absolutely.. well it was customary to bathe the body one last time get it ready and pull out the clothes that would be needed for viewings..
    I pulled the clothing.. had that laid out.. got the bath blanket laid it out on the bed.. went got the warm water and the wash cloths etc.. got it all ready.. then I picked the body up and laid it on the bed………………………..
    the woman jumps up and says..WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING… YOU MESSED UP MY BED…. I said.. I was getting you ready.. WELL I seen the whole thing… what .. you messed up my bed.. where were you.. I was up in the corner with the angel and watched you mess up my bed.. now go get me my coffee and make my bed…
    I went down and got her coffee and was coming back.. there at the nurses station was the funeral home and the nurse etc.. finishing up the final paperwork.. and they looked puzzled at me.. the nurse says.. what are you up to.. my smart ass answer was.. well she says she aint going anywhere until she has her morning coffee and toast youll just have to wait.. everyone rushed down to see.. she was a hundred then and lived to be 103 I about had a heart attack and told everyone.. if you ever see me taking a nap like that.. grab some change out of my pocket go have a pop or coffee and then come back LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL…
    for the unbelievers.. we had an exercise bike in storage.. that at one am would start peddling like hell.. you would go look at it it would be sitting there motionless but you could hear someone peddling it like crazy.. LOL we would do rounds with the new raisins and leave them there.. it was more predominent on stormy days.. just to hear their response.. hey you won’t bleieve what I just heard.. LOL

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