Visit to the Far East - An Encounter of the 5th Kind

It came to Him quite suddenly, and with All honesty; totally unexpectedly. Let us explain...

We knew Paul from a long, long time ago. In fact, He wouldn't remember us from the beginning and certainly not those apparently bleak days back in recent 2001 when we re-presented ourselves through His time of deep anguish. How could We forget to remind of that which was once One. We pointed towards ''May The Angels Be With You'' channelled through Gary Quinn, by ourselves. Paul remembers his grave doubt in the substance of the narrative however, it did lead towards other titles and countless studies in Math, Physics, Literature, and book after book with the leading meta-physicists and spirit mediums of the time and of the past. Visits to spirit churches ensued; absorption after absorption after absorption. We heard as He questioned ''Why do Angels appear to other people and not to me?'' ''Why can this be?'' Why can't I be a spirit medium?'' Perhaps you, the reader, might be asking the same question of your self. The self which is the connection to each other which, we call the nameless Unity and that which the other, name it God. In essence, we are the both the unknowable named and the Knowable unnamed, at the same time.

And so to the recent encounter that left him both bewildered and yet, comforted by our manifestation into human form; presence is All and Total, as He Knows. Paul will recount the events of early morning Friday 5th August, 2016 - local time; Dubai Airport.

''I'm usually good with remembering times and zones in airports, but not this time. It was very early morning, so tiredness can creep in and distort things. This was much different, though, because heightened awareness in airports in this current age does tend to keep us a bit more streetwise when we are looking at someone else and sure you know what I mean by that. I recall that my zone area on the plane was called over the tannoy and a number of people rose at once to board the aircraft. And there She was, just over my left shoulder, no more than 2 feet away from me. She was virtually on my shoulder with the short walk across the black tarmac to the steel steps of the stairs and up to the tail end of the aircraft. I began to sing ''three steps to heaven'' you know, that old tune by Eddie Cochrane because every time I go up a ladder or climb steps and stairs, I tend to associate the climb with that song. Daft, I know, yes. Got to the top looked around, and sure enough, She was still there, never more than 2 feet away and her position had changed to my right side. So, I said hello to the 2 welcoming stewardess's in turn. And that's when I immediately turned around to find Her gone. She's gone off to the right, logic said. There isn't a right, idiot. You're at the tail end of the plane. There is no right turn. She's gone''

Like Paul, find that belief, and no more than that. We'll do the rest, and in your Time Zone. It is a Miracle, after all.

Always, in Love.