Vardøgr Experiences
Chris Light
Fort Worth, Texas, USA
I just got your message about the "Vardogr" - amazing because I have
experienced this as recently as Friday evening. I know I had one instance
of this long ago when someone was on their way over to us, and I saw it. A
man they brought with them was getting into advanced stages of dementia.
They said that appr...oximately the time I saw it, he was saying "there she
is!" in the car en route.
At the time, my family was out of town visiting my husband’s
mother. My Mother-in-law and I were in her den waiting for my brother in
law to visit. He was bringing with him his wife, and at the time they were
caring for her father who was elderly.
As I sat across the small room from my Mother in law, I saw a whitish
figure form for a moment in between us. I quickly looked at her to see if
she would say that she had seen it too, but she didn’t, so I
remained quiet.
About 10 minutes later, my brother in law arrived with his wife and father
in law, and we all started to chat. Her father would speak now and then,
but was not really coherent. She discussed his state, and how she was
taking care of him. As we discussed his state of mind, she mentioned that
as they were driving over, about 10 minutes before they arrived, he
suddenly said loudly, “There’s Katie Jo!”
(my mother in law’s name). I realized then that it had been his
astral form that I saw.
I have seen figures like this before, and have felt that it was a spirit of
someone that passed. I still think that sometimes that is the case, but
this was the first time that I saw something that I realized had originated
from someone living. Since opening to that idea, I have realized over the
years that I can see thought forms that are emanated from people. It
depends on how clear and complete the thought is. When they complete the
thought, it is released, and I see it form spontaneously around their head.
Now, the interesting thing about your newsletter is that I
hadn’t thought of that incident at my Mother-in-laws house for a
long time. It happened several years ago. Then Friday evening, the day
before I received your letter, my 16 year old daughter walked across the
street to get her books out of someone’s car. I was sitting in
the living room looking toward the front hallway in front of the door, when
I saw clearly a whitish figure moving from the direction of the door into
the room about 2 or 3 feet, then vanish. As I was wondering what that was,
she opened the door and came in.
I truly believe in synchronicity and I think that you are able to tap in to
these experiences. Thank you so much for giving a name to what I have
seen.
Note from Cynthia: What an amazing coincidence that you had a
Vardøgr story at about the same time as it was featured in
RealityShifters this month! Thanks so much for taking the time to write
this down and share your experiences! I really love the way you're able to
"connect the dots" and figure out a little bit of what's been going on when
you've seen astral impressions of living people.... both in the form of
thought forms emanating from people, and when they're thinking of being
where you are. I like the connection you're making regarding the clarity of
thought people have being important, as I agree that's true... some people
are really "Loud thinkers", or perhaps more accurately, "Focused
thinkers"!
I wanted a painting of angels. I had just moved to NYC into a
funky, but drab studio apartment owned by the hospital where I would be
working. I took very little from my former residence in Ohio.
My ex-fiancé turned friend drove me the 11-hour trip in Goldie, my
gold Oldsmobile that I sold to him just prior to the move. Whatever
fit into the car made the trip, and I set my intention to find some thrift
store bargains to get me through the year.
About a month into my stay, I found myself shopping, but this time for a
spiritual community. I talked to the chaplains who came through the
hospital sometimes, but I needed to be with other people. I was
lonely, despite having little time alone. I was looking for music, looking
for meditation, looking for God. I looked online and found a church
that was about an hour walk from my place. I got myself up and made
the trek from the Far East side to the far west. I walked past the
warehouses of the fashion district and after a bit of wandering found the
church. It was just what I was looking for, and though I
didn’t stay to socialize afterwards, I knew I would be
back.
On my walk home, I remembered my painting of angels. I went by a
bunch of stores, but nothing stood out for me. Then, in what looked
to be a garage of an old warehouse, I spotted a flea market. I
prayed before I went in to find my painting, though I wasn’t
exactly sure what it would look like. I started at the end
and made the loop around the huge space. There were the usual
antiques and such, but I wasn’t interested. When I got
to the end of the loop, I was a bit disappointed, but figured it
wasn’t meant to be. Then, just as I was walking out, a
vendor unloaded several paintings from his truck. Right in front
was a beautiful picture of a barefoot woman holding a rose. She was
surrounded by two chubby little angels whispering in her ears. I knew it
was for me. The painting was marked forty dollars, but with my new
NY bargaining skills, I got him down to the twenty-six bucks I had in my
wallet.
I didn’t know how to get across town on the train yet, so I
walked my painting around town. It’s funny how I
didn’t seem to notice all the scaffolding until my walk through
with the angels. I was so happy when I arrived back at my place,
that my arms weren’t even sore. I hung my painting above
my futon as a reminder of the presence of the Divine.
On my way back from church a couple weeks later, I looked for the
flea market again, but it was gone. I asked many people on the
street if they knew where it was, but was told there hadn’t been
a flea market in the neighborhood for several years. It remains to
me this day both a mystery and a miracle.
I have moved several times since then, but the woman and her angels
continue to travel with me. Recently, I relocated and unpacked my
belongings. I looked at my painting and noticed that the woman had
a scar on her elbow nearly identical to the one that I received many years
ago after I wrecked during a bike race. I felt my angels telling me
that though we all collect scars throughout life, we can always find help
to heal and transform.
There are so many things I can’t explain, but I have learned to
keep my ears and heart open. I know when I listen; there is always the
potential for new insights, opportunities, and help to appear out of
“knowhere.” Perhaps this was the message of
the flea market. And maybe somewhere along the journey through time
and space, I’ll meet someone else, who has met their own miracle
at the flea market.
Note from Cynthia: What an amazing experience, and how
inspirational to find such a
meaningful angel painting at a flea market... that is there when you
get the painting, and then gone! The angel painting seems so much
more valuable for the way it came into your life in such extraordinary
fashion.
I used to work at Caltech in the mid-eighties as supervisor of
publications, and I enjoyed eliciting theories about physics from the
faculty. At that time, we still had physicist Richard Feynman, terminally
ill with leukemia, who used to wander around campus.
I was amazed that someone else has had the same experience with their guide
and was able to see him. I too have had a guide for over three decades who
helps me with my work. I spent 14 years learning to become a surgical
illustrator but the actual move home to work as a self employed
medical/surgical illustrator to be with my kids became a nightmare. Before
the computer I missed the ability to walk across the medical campus to use
the medical library or discuss my assignment with a peer. As staff medical
illustrator I was able to observe surgeries. Alone in my studio I began to
bite my nails and pull my hair while trying to figure out how to create
some very challenging work. Even today I would be challenged to illustrate
an atlas of cardiac surgery! So I began to pray and seek guidance. However,
I was unaware of spiritual teachings, guides, space and time belief
systems, etc. All I could conjure up was prayer.
Shortly after my first prayer I was reading a book in bed when a very
handsome red headed man, from his waste up, wearing a navy blue suit, white
shirt and red tie, appeared beside me. I was not afraid as he offered me
his hand which he insisted on holding for about 10 minutes. During that
time he told me, not in a physical voice, all of the things I must do to
receive the information I needed for my work.
He related that over a few weeks I was to sleep like a cat with all of
lights on in my clothes because a long sleep would leave me groggy and
unable to remember all of the information being fed to me. I remember
taking tours of the body, similar to "Fantastic Journey", and observing
cardiac surgeries. When drawing, my hand would create beautiful and
accurate images that seemed not only accurate but aesthetically pleasing. I
persisted on redrawing the same drawing in my old style. However, the ones
done with guidance were the ones selected so I discontinued to duplicate a
drawing without assistance.
Some of my surgical clients, over the decades, have marveled at the
accuracy and wonder how I could capture their procedures without observing
or having years of surgical training. I take it for granted that this is
how it should be. I also feel I have merged with this guide and the ocean
of knowledge. This experience has also propelled me into exploring
spiritual teachings.
I remember illustrating a the Theory of Chaos books with one of the
Caltech professors, a very young full professor, who felt that he also had
a guide. When I asked him how he received all of his voluminous information
he told me that he played a lot of golf. Now that I look back on my work at
Caltech time I realize that those who have gone before were very actively
working on the other side and handing down their findings to those who
could receive.
I remember when laparoscopic surgery came over from France in the early
90's, my guide had to go back to school to brush up on that type of surgery
before he could disseminate it to me. It feels like we laugh and play all
day while working...like you said, no ego gets involved. This also applies
to many of my younger surgical clients. We play through our work and end up
with great surgical text books. The old generation of ego driven physicians
are are mostly a thing of the past.
I can finally relate this story to an understanding audience.
Note from Cynthia: Thank you so very much for sharing your
marvelous account of how you have worked with spiritual guidance! I
especially appreciate the way you noticed how the drawings you did from
guidance had a special quality to them that could be felt by others,
too.... and also the way your guide needed to do some investigation before
you began drawing newer surgical procedures, such as laparoscopic surgery.
And what marvelous advice to anyone working with guidance, to do something
akin to the advice to "play more golf"! A relaxed and receptive mind is
much more open to new information.
