Entries this day: Airplane_mode Arrival Email_to_Fred Habib-ur-Rehman

Airplane mode

6:32am JST Monday 6 April 2009 (day 14257)

For this trip, my phone was in Airplane Mode for 299 hours, 15 minutes.

Arrival

7:26am JST Monday 6 April 2009 (day 14257)

Called Ami immediately upon arrival. Good mornings and such and when she asked if I'd be coming straight home, I was like, "no" because Kris Hartley will be in the airport today (though I don't know what time) and I'm hoping to meet her. When Ami asked why, I was all, "I want to go back to Sydney," and she was like "yah" and I go, "no really," and found myself crying. She's all, "are you okay?" and I go "no...." unable to explain in any language the depth of friendships that I made in a week were greater than years in Japan (not exactly including PB, but)... The surface level relationships here don't touch my soul as those beautiful openings in a week in OZ.

I let Ami go to email Kris; now I'm chillin' in a waiting area, with my phone charging on the floor about 2 meters in front of me. I decided to chill in a chair while it soaks up electrons.

Email to Fred

8:00am JST Monday 6 April 2009 (day 14257)

Emailing from Sydney Airport

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Now I'm sitting in Narita airport.  10 hours zoomed by just like that.

I was writing to say something like the week was amazing; basically SWUUSI YRUU calibre
relationships, but with an additional focus on relationship with one's self.  I experienced scenes
from several past lives (some of which I had seen before, and filled in some gaps this week), and
got greater clarity on some of my issues this lifetime.

I found a possible influence for the times when I would hate having you copy me.. I had a sense of
being a leader in war, with thousands (and thousands) of men dying as a result of following my
command.  Not sure it exactly follows (no pun intended) that I'd hate to have you copy me, but that
seemed to be part of it.

I was struck with a sense of "I love Fred soooo much and want him to do his own thing, to blossom in
his own greatness."  I guess that may have been a lofty goal for an 8 year old me to have for a 4
year old you.

A different set of scenes centered around a life in what seems to be the US civil war.  I went off
to fight just to earn money for my beloved wife and family.  Got wounded and took a nap on the
battle field to wait for the battle to finish so I could crawl home, get PAID and be done with the
whole silly business.  Woke up with a bayonette in my chest as I died.  Huge anger came up for my
killer; sore throat ensued. I have carpet burns on my knee and elbows.  Seems like that
anger-during-death has stuck with me in this life.

There were others.  Not sure how interesting these stories are for you, but I'm open to discussion.
Can't really prove it's real (nor prove it's not), but the changes I feel inside me are definitely
real.

I don't have the words to really express what I feel, but I'm still working out how to live in my
new brain.

-- 
Freestyle art and healing
rob [%] robnugen.com

Habib ur Rehman

11:02am JST Monday 6 April 2009 (day 14257)

So here I am, chillin' in the airport, waiting for Kristen to magically appear, and a man asks me if I can give him some advice on getting a room (he has a list of inexpensive hotels scattered across Tokyo). We've been talking for some time, have sorted out which hotel he should visit to start his 14 day adventure, and then talking about religion vs spirituality, and then he asks for my phone number and if I can find for him a retired architect.

I'm okay with giving my digits; I assume not too much can happen. Retired architect? I called Mark at ELF Co-op, but no answer. "For what do you need a retired architect?"

"A 600 room hospital in Dubai and Pakistan and all over the world."

"I think Dubai has a hospital."

"Yes it does."

"So what's special about your hospital?"

"Oh, it's very special.. There isn't another hospital in the world like it."

"But it's a secret."

"It's not a secret, but I'm getting an intuition that I shouldn't tell you at the moment, but..." blah blah etc.

Fair enough. He gave me 500 yen for my troubles of calling to get the hotel reservation made and I'll send him off on the Keisei Skyliner to Ueno, etc.

"Habib means beloved, ur means of, and Rehman means merciful."

"So, with a name like that, why do you think you don't have a warm heart?"

"Oh the things I have thought in my mind ... "

Can't help ya there, mate, 'cept to say "I imagine I know what you mean, cause I've had those thoughts too."

"And so has everyone, but I think I am a little below the average. I think I am blessed, I think I have received from God the combined blessings of ten-thousand people, but I still have these thoughts that I should not have."

Now he's getting a jumper from Uniqlo, and I'm still chillin' at my Kristen-waiting spot, which has become a Habib-ur-Rehman-speaking spot.

11:52am JST Monday 6 April 2009 (day 14257)

He came back jumperless, saying something about the price (2700 yen), and that my repeated question "are you really that cold?" musta been a sign that he shouldn't buy it.

Headed toward the train and he said he was getting an intuition that he shouldn't go, but was going to go anyway, and I showed him where to buy the ticket, which he bought and headed on his way to Ueno. "Thank you very, very much, Rob. Thank you very much."

Um, "no worries."

4:57pm JST Monday 6 April 2009 (day 14257)

Hmm. Well, though I haven't heard from Kristen today, I've definitely heard several times from Habib-ur-Rehman. He's called me to ask how to get from Ueno to the next station (ask somebody there), and then he called when he was worried maybe he should stay in a different hotel (then do it), and then he called me to say he was really stuck and was coming back to the airport to find me.

Um, well, that was 15 minutes ago, and I'm leaving now. Sorry mate.

4:59pm JST Monday 6 April 2009 (day 14257)

Er, he just arrived.