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Urantia, September 25, 2005.
Teacher Rhoshon.
Received by Sharon.
Receiver’s note: I was rather abruptly awakened from a vivid scene and words being spoken,
quite audibly, “The flowers are toxic.” The pictures, as I awoke, were of large flowers, and just prior
to that there was a vivid scene of what appeared to be something like a hot air balloon, and someone jumping from
it to their death. I felt a strong urge to find pen and paper. Words came to mind, slowly at first, then more quickly.
Rhoshon: “I am Rhoshon. I came from a planet that was involved in rebellion with the same root source
as the rebellion that has so retarded Urantia. I am permitted to tell you these things in answer to your request
for a teacher, who would understand a particular problem that you have dealt with for a major portion of your life.
Your term for this is ‘your mental bombardment’ and you requested a teacher, who had overcome something
similar. I have done this. I awakened you this morning to begin our lessons, and to accustom you to my presence,
and yes, I used your cat to awaken you.”
(My cat was patting my face, and tapping me).
Sharon: “Is this for real? I don’t hear a voice or anything. I just woke up with you relating something
to me about flowers on your planet being toxic.”
Rhoshon: “Yes, most of them are. However they are quite beautiful, and we use them not only for their
beauty, but also for a plentitude of needful purposes. Normally, I would not be allowed to speak to you about conditions
on my world, but to answer your request, some background must be given, so that you will comprehend the chain of
events that led up to this sort of problem.
“Like yourself, I blamed my problem on sources outside of myself. I did not think that anything so vile in
my own estimation could come from my own thoughts. However, in our individual life experiences things can occur,
which can trigger such a negative response within us so that the very response takes on a life of its own. We give
it life by the very strength of our intentions at a given moment in time.”
Sharon: “Okay, I’m listening. Rhoshon, you already related to me some things.”
(As I write these words, I see shadows or blurs in the air, mostly at a peripheral angle. A blurring of the air,
or a momentary appearance of what reminds me of a heat wave rising from a hot summer pavement, sort of like a mirage.
I am wondering if my eyes are playing tricks on me.)
Rhoshon: “Yes, picture packets were dropped into your mind.”
Sharon: “I saw what appeared to be a hot-air balloon, and someone jumping out of it.”
Rhoshon: “Yes, we have something very similar to your hot-air balloons, and, yes, you did see someone
jump from one. On the world of my nativity, rebellion and quarantine had caused much confusion, as has occurred
on Urantia. I was very, very, young. I had a relationship with another of my kind but the relationship was of a
forbidden nature, for we were both too young. For reasons known only to him, he jumped from that balloon to his
death. He did this right before my very eyes. I was numb. Although I did not know it at the time, this was the beginning
of my version of what you call ‘your mental bombardment.’”
Sharon: “Was that the reason for your use of the toxic flower you showed me; to take your own life?
That was the impression I got.”
Rhoshon: “Yes. However, my attempt failed. When I awoke from the effects of the toxins in the flower,
I not only realized that I had failed in my attempt to remove my life vessel, but that my life vessel had been brutally
violated while I was under the effects of the toxins—violated by the very being that provided me with the flower.
My hurt and outrage at that point was what sealed my fate for a very long time after, for in that hurt and outrage
my mind gave birth, so to speak, gave life, to the very . . . for lack of a better word; gave birth to the very
entities that were to plague and torment me for most of the rest of my natural life on my world of origin.
“This is all for now. Think about it. Be prepared with your questions when next I awaken you.”
Receiver’s notes: A short while later I went to my computer and a transcript from 11:11 Progress was
there. It was the September 24, 2005 ‘A Natural Progression’, where George Barnard commented, ‘If
the information is kept to oneself, it is only of minor use if duly acted upon. If shared with many hundreds of
others through mailing lists and website posting, they are invaluable. When archived for posterity, as a record
of these early years of the Correcting Time, their worth cannot be estimated.’ This brought tears to my eyes
out of nowhere else but deep inside of me. This is not the sort of thing that normally makes me cry.
As I read over Rhoshon’s account, I felt a tingling over my legs. I said to Rhoshon that I was sorry for what
had happened to her. The following words went through my head. They were not audible to my ears.
Rhoshon: “Do not be sorry for me. The experience has enabled me to be here with you now, and to help
you.”
Receiver’s note: At one point I was feeling concern for the young man that jumped from the balloon.
I got the impression that he has gone on, progressed; and is doing well. I then apologized to Rhoshon for thinking
she was a male.
Rhoshon: “There is no need for an apology. On my natal planet everyone carries the characteristics of
both male and female gender. However we are predominantly more one or the other. I am female.”
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