The Bridge To Eternity

Supports All Versions Of Self

John with our Kombi, “Betsy”. September, 1993. One of the photos repositioned in the bedroom on December 30, 2025.

Five months ago, when I wrote a post titled — Tis The Season Of Lasts, I was ignorant of the significance of the year of the Snake — shedding what no longer served it before the beginning of the Lunar New Year in February 2026; the year of the Fire Horse. The first since 1966 — the year I was born under the western astrological sign of Pisces.

Despite my scant knowledge of astrology, I could see the connections and synchronicities with what was and is happening in my life. I knew that in numerology 2025 was a 9 year — also indicating endings. This all peaks my curiosity because I believe there is complimentary guidance across these systems.

I also believe the indigenous storylines that teach our origins are in the stars — the cosmos; where we were all seeded.

I have been experiencing significant releasing shifts these last few months — not all complete — yet. Nor do all shifts stem from needing to be rid of what arose from fear based origins. We also shed because we are ready ... what we leave behind can indeed be the roots that continue to nourish us.

This is why guidance from the team is layered. Nudges come in many modalities, from multiple realms and dimensions. What I receive resonates with Simone, this evolving personification of the soul’s collective human experiences.

As I have written many times — with intention and willingness — healing shifts can transcend time and space, as we experience it. Being grounded with the ancestors, I perceive the eternal as present. Accessing the benevolent wisdom of the soul opens portals of conscious awareness where communication across dimensions can become part of lived reality.

I cannot explain all of what I experience because I am yet to fully understand it; nor do I feel the need to defend it. I trust that the layers will continue to unfold because I believe there are an infinite number of possibilities and probabilities in life. We are of our own creation.

The gaps are a welcome part of the puzzle. I wondered how all of this, including the collaboration with John and the team, conspired as the Universe calling me home — and how it relates to these past two years of writing on this platform ...

Communities that collaborate sweep the collective into one ushering momentum of be-ing — the transmutation of belief to knowledge — knowledge to wisdom.

Simone’s part of this collaboration is to keep attuned and filter messages with authenticity and discernment. With acceptance; knowing they are not for picking and choosing — they are truths. This requires trust: commitment, courage, integrity, grace, gratitude, laughter and love. Always love and kindness — particularly in the realm of emotions — where we manifest our reality through choices. This is the complexity and purpose of the human experience — our curiosity to explore.

The quiet time in the Xmas-New Year lull was spent in an energy cocoon at home. The beaches are frantic with swarms of tourists desperate to get their dollars’ worth of exorbitant Summer holiday splashings. So, bar for a couple of visits, I chose to bunker into be-ing at home.

After 3 days of subtle pokes, John took advantage while I was having a morning phone conversation with my sister. The blind started to swing — a hello, to Sonia. In the liminal space of waking that morning, the repeated message was to revisit the last two year’s writing.

The bridge to knowing suspends time and space. Its expansion extends to what is not yet created — there is no final destination ... infinite realms and dimensions continue to open portals for exploration.

Resistance is futile. C’mon Grumph, get back in the saddle, trust the process; new beginnings, the writing collaboration continues — in the revisiting comes further clarity — wisdom offerings ...

Reminding me that I had asked about the direction of our writing before heading into meditation a few days earlier. I could sense a shift — Is there a book embedded in these essays? Obviously, I hadn’t remembered what transpired.

This is likely why there is significant overlap in the messaging — it has to do with how I receive them. They are contextual, extending my concurrent experiences; passions and purpose. Messages cannot come quicker than I am ready to receive them. My soul is observer; decision maker. John and the team instigate pokes and help deliver the guiding wisdom; the collaborative messaging.

From a sole human perspective we may believe we are alone, from the collaborative soul perspective we are never alone. That’s a powerful truth — the collective One.

The function of the body triggering and receiving particular memories and messages is to bring the past into presence. This is an empowering enabler for healing — when the multidimensionality of our stories can be observed from the soul perspective. When our human choices reflect soul’s free will.

The subconscious prod to pick up a pen upon coming out of meditation is related to the often patchy memory associated with dream states. Other times dreams remain vivid. Either way, the notes are probably akin to automatic writing. I can discern who is whispering through feeling their energetic signature. The longer scribed messages are from the team/my expansive soul — similar in language and tone to the morning message after waking from night’s slumber — the phrasing is distinguishable from the shorter messages which are usually John. His are telepathic and conversation like, responding directly and in turn. The form distinctly reflects his personality traits of this life.

Sometimes the messages are subtle and further meaning can drop-in unannounced, such as in the car, in the water etc; or during more relaxed states like lucid dreaming or meditation. As with this transitional period of coming into a new year — John’s function is gatekeeper of the bridge connecting into the veil.

He backed up his morning poke on Dec 30 with other signs that day; to take notice. There is a narrow side window in the bedroom and I spied that blind swinging. Not unusual, though not as common as the main window. What was unprecedented was the discovery of three photos of John; they were lying next to his altar on the sideboard and positioned in ways they couldn’t have fallen had they been able to dislodge from the wall bracket where they were wedged. Rearranged, as his want with the feather on his hat — which had also been moved from pointing in an east-west position on the crown, to a north-south position on the brim.

On the 2nd, I woke up feeling John’s energy — I’m getting in the saddle today, I laughed. Mid-morning I was greeted with a swinging blind. I settled to skim read the 2024 posts, highlighting and noting key themes. It was reminding me of organising chapters for the research degrees I had undertaken; now I knew the source of my initial resistance. 2025 would have to wait until the next day. Early afternoon, I went for my routine meditation.

Windows take the majority of wall space in the living room, so I close myself into the darkness of the bedroom rather than the lounge for day time meditation. As with the swinging of the blinds, John is able to manipulate energy to make a thumping banging on the roof — both often accompany the beginning of meditation. You’re ready, I smile. Other times the swinging blind or banging invites me to meditate. The team are present of course, mediation is the cue to connect. The calling is reciprocal.

I slipped straight into a relaxed state; temples pulsing while waves of violet and gold light rippled upwards to exit through my crown. Appearing in view was a circular window; it looked like a brass porthole for a ship. It zoomed in and through the window I viewed the familiar vantablack sky full of stars. It zoomed out and back in again. The second time I went through the porthole. I felt comfortable floating in the expansive universe.

In what I remember as a sudden switch, there in view appeared a close up of an elephants eye; enough to see the surrounding crevices of skin and the beginning of its trunk. It zoomed right into the eye and while I couldn’t see it, I knew it contained the same vantablack sky and stars behind it. When it zoomed back out, it was enough to notice the elephant had raised its trunk. In that moment I felt my mother’s presence.

With that came an ultra bright white light, the one I associate with healing. It flapped gently like sheets do when you make a bed, and as its movement settled a blackness enveloped me; I drifted into sleep.

As I woke up, I saw a portrait of myself at about 35 years. I was smiling. I do not remember anything of what I may have dreamt with the team. I estimated I had slept about 90 minutes. I do not labour to recall or overthink what the initial symbolism suggests in the moment. I trust what I need to know will come — it is a process.

Later that afternoon I was poked to get out the rods ...

The following morning the living room blind was swinging when I got out of the shower. I read the 2025 posts, adding to our list of repeat themes. I noticed another repositioning of the feather on John’s hat. A mid-afternoon meditation was accompanied by the swinging of the bedroom blind and a poke to start writing a post ... and to get out the rods.

Sunday, January 4^th, I started this post. Mid-morning I ran a few errands and returned home to a swinging loungeroom blind. A mid-afternoon mediation was again accompanied by a swinging bedroom blind and a post meditative poke to pick up the rods ... our writing collaboration will continue, extending the bridge of wisdom ... of learning.

Over the last 3 days, I have answered the poke to pick up the rods. Breathing through the heart space is how I integrate the energy necessary to feel into listening John’s guidance; to ask questions, to simultaneously receive and confirm drop-ins. It requires focused attention and at this stage my concentration lasts about 15-20 minutes, enough to glean and clarify what has been communicated. Much of what I have confirmed with John has been repetitive; I want to make sure what I am receiving is the intent of his messages. I am learning to use my discernment with the rods — it is a collaboration.

Finer details about these three sessions will come in a future post, including information about what he confirmed re his current experience of the after-between lives. Details about why our interdimensional soul collaboration is — a bridge beyond ...

It also became apparent why John poked me to initially skim read the last two year’s posts. I have written before about my concerns over fading memories of our 28 years together. John tells me this is a natural process; the bridge to expansion — how we came to transform grief into a portal, thus transmuting pain into wisdom.

I now better understand this miracle — the sacredness of the continuing soul connection. I love the man who was John deeply — the love has shifted, not lessened. If anything, it has strengthened. It is soul to soul.

John’s illness was an initiation in unconditional love. I have written of the mysticism that enveloped us the night before he died.

Grief shows when I feel a yearning and gratitude envelops those periods of sadness, with grace. One’s heart can be full in the expression of grief. It is intimate and personal. It is contextual. It is transformative. It is human.

We are eternal souls.

As with many — writing here was a deep dive into a pool of vulnerability. Not only has this opened portals for healing, the connections forged and support offered within this community provide impetus to keep writing. Thank you.

John shares my deep gratitude for this community with a confirming thump on the roof as I conclude this post. A knock for a mid-afternoon blind swinging meditation.

And back to the beach — tomorrow.

With love and gratitude, my learning continues.

John and team, thank you for the guidance. I love you.

Mum — thank you. I love you.

And so it is.

Rearranging the feather on his hat. Saturday, January 3rd, 2026.