Experiences
Following are personal written accounts from participants of Kimberly’s sessions.
December 16, 2015
And to think I almost missed it.
The night prior, I had already started to come up with every reason in the book NOT to attend; I was tired from an exhausting work week, my truck needed a new knock sensor and might not make the long journey from Culver City to Encino, California, I was on a strict budget and wasn’t sure I could afford the cost. But when I woke up that Sunday morning I received a very strong intuitive message that it was very important that I attend.
Not only did I make it, so did my truck, and I was fifteen minutes early. I claimed my spot in the circle holding two additional seats for my friends. There was a nervous energy tingling in the air, then a waft of a very strong fragrance. Yet, strangely, nobody seemed to be wearing perfume, all had been notified ahead of time to refrain from adorning it.
Kimberly entered the room and sat on a big cushion with such grace and tranquility. After introducing what she does and explaining what to expect, she closed her eyes. She began to react emotionally, an ecstatic breathing, to what I can only surmise as the “Christ consciousness”, entering her body. Her head twitched a couple of times to the side and she began to speak. She instructed us that her purpose today was to “activate your (our) light body”. I was excited, yet I didn’t need to watch how this energy transmission was affecting her, I needed to allow it to affect me, so I lay down on the yoga mat with my head pointed to the inner circle, closed my eyes as if ready for meditation, and allowed whatever to happen, occur naturally.
I saw the image of the woman beside me digging a hole. Being a psychic, receiving symbolic images was a common occurrence, so I didn’t question it. I instead wondered what it could possibly mean to her; Would she be burying a relative or loved one soon? Was she metaphorically digging herself into a hole? Was she in mourning? The possibilities were endless. I reminded myself to ask her later about what I saw in the event that it could be more meaningful to her than to me. Then the song, “Four Strong Winds”, began to play in my head. It wasn’t until I began to be affected by the energy that I would later understand the meaning to those words.
My toes began tapping. At first I thought it was because I had to go to the bathroom. My friend reached out to hold my feet down, but still I could not stop. In previous sessions, Kimberly’s transmissions felt more like a warm blanket enveloping me with wonderful feelings of bliss and love. But today was significantly different. Another attendee described Kimberly’s transmissions like a “Breeze”. Well, that gentle breeze turned into a full on windstorm. I felt like a little pebble on the ground that was being charged with electricity from a brewing thunder and lightning storm, as if strong gusting winds were converging from all directions only to collide in one spot.
I felt Kimberly’s hands cup my head. The energy continued to move through my body as if I had just been plugged into a wall socket. My uncontrollable toe-tapping turned into a full-on body plug-in. While I was somewhat aware of what was happening to me, I had no control over how it was affecting me physically. I felt hands wrap around my left arm. My dream suddenly appeared in my thoughts and the energy kicked in raising me higher to another level. I had to hold onto something. I grabbed the air. My hands were met with other hands. I held on as if needing some sort of grounding or to at least pass on the voltage. A huge blast of white light appeared before my eyes, which were closed. My eyelids fluttered as my eyes stared at this incredibly bright and beautiful light. Somehow, even though it was just a white light, it held such beauty and feelings of ultra joy. And now as I attempt to describe this earth shattering event, it is through limited human understanding. How could I possibly describe this overwhelming joy that was overtaking my senses? Even, “joy”, seems too tame a word to provide insight into the intensity of what I was feeling. But I will attempt now to take you on this spiritual journey with me.
I recall laughing to the extreme, but it wasn’t just me who was laughing, it was every cell of my being. There was no joke to react to. It was an overwhelming feeling of joyful humor that could not be contained. I had no control over the emotion. It had built up to the point of forced release, like a balloon that had been blown up too much and suddenly popped. This excess of emotion needed to come out. I clenched the hands, I held, but it wasn’t enough. My body needed to move. I felt my feet push down on my yoga mat. I began to propel myself backwards like a caterpillar on speed.
Over the next 35 minutes or so, my body vibrated and shimmied to the center of the room.
I pushed on someone’s legs with my feet in order to raise my body. I felt I needed to elevate higher, to meet whatever was sending me these incredible rays of blissful energy.
The energy got so intense my breathing became labored and I blew out as much air as I could as if squeezing a bagpipe exhaling an amateur’s airy note. Just when I thought I had let enough of the energy escape through my breathing, it would grip onto my body again, and I would stiffen as if bracing for another explosion.
I huddled in a ball with my legs curled above me jerking spasmodically. Every muscle shivered, teeth chattered, as if I had been left out naked in the snow.
I could feel tapping on my forehead.
I was aware of a cluster of spiritual beings over me as if I was awake on a surgical table watching the surgeons cut away at me, but the incision was an injection of ecstatic energy. It was so incredible and beautiful, I fought to vocalize it so that the concerned murmurs I could hear in the far distance from the people in the room would be silenced by my reassurances that I was not in pain. “It’s so beautiful!”, “the sun”, “thank you”, “hello”… snippets of sentences eked their way out of my mouth. I couldn’t provide more. What was happening to me was so intense I felt my body had to expel it the best way it knew how, uncontrolled spasms, shivers, jerks, laughter, tears, erratic breathing and exhales, moans, groans. Control over my vocal chords was not an option. Any time someone held my hand, or feet, or head, I was jolted into new senses. In hindsight, I couldn’t decipher whether it was helping me or the energy now channeling through my body was helping them. Perhaps it was a group healing or activation and I was the lucky transmitter. Regardless, I went through levels upon levels of sensations which caused my physical body to behave as though I was giving birth, so I was told by those attending who had witnessed this spiritual phenomenon.
“It’s a boy!” they jokingly quipped when I finally consummated my union with “Spirit” with a gushing scream as if finally releasing its hold on me. Perhaps the spiritual child, I had conceived was really the rebirth of my soul, a DNA reboot even, or major activation.
Others thought I had endured a painful healing with great fortitude, yet not once did I feel my life was threatened in any way or my body or soul in pain. I felt secure and safe to allow and receive this incredible light energy gift channeled through Kimberly that left me in a state of total peace, love and vitality.
It was interesting to hear what others thought of what they had just witnessed. Some admitted to their judgments, others felt I had received a major healing, but one woman’s comment in particular caught my attention. She admitted to being an Impath; a person who can see what’s happening inside someone’s body. She said at first she was directing the healing and could see my chakras popping with great force, but stopped participating in the process after realizing it wasn’t her place to control what was happening to me. Then she said she also saw a presence in the room and asked us, “Who are the Pleiadians?” My jaw metaphorically dropped. I suddenly remembered what I had requested about a month prior. I had read a book on the Pleiadians; beings from another star system, the Pleiades. It talked about how humans used to have a 12 Strand DNA, but it had been altered to 2 because they had misused the abilities the extra strands gave them. I thought it was a shame that we had been deprived of all these extra abilities, so I set an intention that my 2 strand DNA be expanded to 12 strands. If she saw the Pleaidians, it made sense that they were part of my incredible activation. Did that mean my DNA had been altered?
That answer may come in time, but right now this explosive, energetic blast will forever be imprinted in my cells like spectacular fireworks during a festive holiday, and whatever its purpose, I am sure the coming weeks will prove to unfold some of its miraculous magic this incredible Light force has definitely awakened!
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August 2013
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Hi Mom, Jon, Carrie,
Tonight I had an experience that I want to share with you. As Carrie knows, my day started off pretty bad; mad ringing in my ears, bone tired, and really stressed out. My mind cycled through things that might fix it... a massage, a drink, a vacation, a pill, something.
I texted Carrie that I was having anxiety and she asked to help. Just hearing that made me feel better. But the day was a grind.
Last week, my friend Richard invited me to an event. I love Richard, and normally I would say “Thanks man, but let's have lunch some time. I don't go to many events. I have a hard time hearing, especially where someone is speaking.” But he actually called and requested that I come, so I said yes. I ran out the door seconds after a conference call and made it there by 7 pm. I didn't know anyone except Richard, and after a quick hello, he went to do his thing, so I sat and made conversation with a girl next to me who didn't know anyone either.
The evening was put on by Kimberly, a small, freckled single mom. About 25 to 30 of us sat around a spacious room with a high, timber frame ceiling. Kimberly explained that she is basically a "facilitator." Imagine a security guard with a big key chain who shows up to open heavy, locked doors, then steps aside and allows everyone in.
She said, some of us may just enjoy the peacefulness of the space we were sharing, while others may have a stronger experience, but really it was up to us. She was opening the door, we were only asked to accept the invitation, stay open, and step through.
I hope you'll accept what I say in the same attitude that I experienced it, which is to say with an open mind. What I experienced was beautiful, emotional, and profoundly life- affirming. Within about a minute of Kimberly starting the session (all she did was breath and open the space for us, she didn't speak at all), I sensed the room around me fade away. No big thing. That happens in meditation and sleep. But not long after that, I became aware that I was in an actual room somewhere else, and a figure had appeared before me. The figure was dark and blurry at first. I had brought a picture of dad with me, so of course I was thinking, well, I guess it makes sense -- if I'm going to see anyone it will be dad. It was. He sensed I was nervous so he just lingered ahead of me, like he was waiting for me to stop judging, stop being skeptical, stop thinking, and just BE.
I didn't talk or ask questions right away, because as much as it felt like dad, I also thought maybe it was just my imagination. But then he came forward and I felt a warm, deeply loving embrace. He expressed that he was glad that I came. I saw other figures behind him, yet no one was coming forward. Whoever they were, they were being patient. I sensed that they were waiting for me to get comfortable with the space and to allow me do be with dad for a while.
I felt dad move aside and the next thing I knew, I was standing next to grandma as she sat in her chair at their house on Evermore. I didn't know it was the house right away, but grandma was very relaxed and happy, and very in control of the space we were in. I sensed very strongly that she felt I would be most comfortable with her leading me through this and for a long time it was just the two of us silently reuniting.
Please be patient and try to stay open...
It's very hard for me to express how this went. But from the first moment I sensed her, I felt incredible love and incredible confidence that she has been there watching us since she passed. She sat in the living room chair, and after a while she held my hand. I told her I was sorry that I hadn't thought of her more, even loved her more, and she expressed that she understood. She told me to be open, stay open, and that there was love everywhere. She seemed very glad to see me, and the love I felt from her was as real as the love I feel from mom today.
After a while, she let me see more of the house. (This whole experience lasted almost two hours and it felt like five minutes.) As I was getting a sense of the house, I began to feel there was much going on there. It was like when we were kids, but somehow different. When I tried to put my finger on it, I think the vision of the house was closest to when mom grew up there. I felt other people around but I didn't understand who they were.
Figures were coming and going, lots of them. There were figures in the other rooms, some came and went from the kitchen. A breeze through the porch carried familiar scents through the house. I felt people in the backyard. I stayed with grandma because I felt comfortable with her; she was showing me immense love and understanding. I felt as if I was experiencing her true, beautiful, loving spirit. I kept feeling her hand, small the way I remember, but stronger.
Every now and then I would "think" a question and the answer would come from within me. I asked who was around the house and she said that everyone's welcome, they're all here. She seemed used to everyone coming and going. Again, I sensed there was much going on there, but what, I wasn't sure. I felt her taking her time with me, still understanding that I was unsure what was happening. I can't stress this enough; but she seemed very happy to see me. I couldn't stop smelling the air and when I referred to the breeze, she called Kimberly the breeze. I took it like she was giving Kimberly a nickname, but I think she meant Kimberly brought me here, she was the breeze that brought me to the house. It was beautiful and loving the way she expressed it. At one point when I could open my eyes, I saw Kimberly, and when I felt my own skepticism creeping back, grandma expressed to me that I was receiving things and that I should give her a gift. (I did)
After a little while, I turned and saw grandpa sitting on the couch. He was waiting for me all along, and I was thinking, oh my god, what do I say, how do I DO this? And he just gave that laugh he has. He made me feel okay for not... this hurts to say, but it's the truth -- for not loving him more while he was alive and since he passed. He expressed complete understanding and only gave me more love. He seemed to defer to grandma to guide me, if that makes sense. I could sense Uncle Brian and Uncle Paul, but I didn't look for them and they didn't come forward. They were part of the house, and part of the love I was feeling, however grandma seemed to express that they were looking after someone, which filled me with emotion. I didn't think of Uncle Will then, but maybe that's who.
Again, there was an energy to the house that I'll never forget as long as I live. The figures there were at peace, but they weren't idle. I sensed Ella (dad's mom) in the room where grandma used to watch TV. She let me know she was there. When I tried to think of something to ask her, it was expressed to me that she and dad were together, which made them both eternally happy. This was so strange... Even before I was reminded that Ella died while dad was young, I felt the love they had for each other. It was like a wave. It was so strong it was all I could do not to burst into tears. She was seeing her son and dad had his mom!
About an hour later, I'm still there and I'm wondering why did this experience happen in grandma and grandpa's house? Why not Horsely? Why not the trailer? There are lots of places I call 'sacred,' so why grandma's house? I hadn't thought of the house in ages. I think it was grandma who expressed that different houses mean different things to people. Horsely was our house but was it sacred? In many ways it wasn't, it held good memories but lots of pain. From the moment I was in grandma's house it felt completely right. I was just so curious about it, but I kept looking around and thinking, yes, of course, of course this is home. This is where we all met growing up. I stressed to grandma how glad I was to be here. I still had no impulse to do anything but stay right beside her. I was filled with questions, but I was almost too afraid to ask them. It was like a dream I didn't want to end. Then I learned that if I just stayed silent, I would "hear" the answer from within me even if I hadn't asked the question.
At last I noticed dad wasn't around anymore. For a second I felt a sense of loss. When I asked where he was, grandma's answer was crystal clear. He's with Jon.
I burst quietly into tears. It made me so happy. I love you Jon, but I'm lost as your brother, I'm confused why you treat me the way you do, and honestly, since I've been back from visiting, I've hated you. I've been madder at you than I've ever been because I can't talk with you and I've become tired of your intolerance toward me. But dad is watching you. After that was expressed, grandma's house suddenly made sense and I knew that everyone was coming and going because they were looking after us, as best they could.
It was time to go, Kimberly's session was closing. I tried to convey to everyone how glad I was to be here and how loved I felt. I was coming back to the present.
I don't know why, but I remember expressing to dad as I was leaving how upset I was for coming back here unhappy and that maybe the best thing for Jon and I (certainly for me), was to live separate lives. Me being me, of course it seemed like a great plan. And that's when I heard dad say, "Love him." He repeated it, "Love him, Jay." He didn't say it in a way that left a tiny crack open for me to be cold and distant because I felt justified. And it was in no way admonishing. In fact, he was telling me that all I can ever do for anyone is love them.
Jon, I want you safe. I want you happy. I want you around until we're old men together. But dad's right. My only tool to help you is to love you. What you do with it is up to you.
Carrie, I asked about you, as scared as I was, and what I got back was that fates aren't foretold. Anything can happen to us at anytime. Me asking specifically about you seemed weird to them, like all each of us ever has is today and what we chose to do with our time is what counts.
Kimberly hadn't spoken in nearly two hours. Later, listening to her talk it was like she had guided me personally. As she spoke, I recalled grandma's answer when I asked what she thought of Kimberly. Grandma seemed to say, "She's the breeze, she opened the door." Overall what I feel now is gratitude for the night, and for learning how to be open. I woke up feeling lost and look where I ended up.
Finding grandma and grandpa, Ella, Dad and others in a roomful of strangers shows me they were there all along, ready to accept me--ready to accept US, just as we are. It was incomparable to anything I've experienced before. How do I hold on to this feeling of love? Kimberly said it took her 19 years to overcome the fear of leading sessions. But in time, the fear went away. When we live restrictive lives, hold things in, we are creating less and less space for love and change, for movement in our lives. What grandma and grandpa showed me tonight was that I was never judged for how I've lived. But I only experienced them because I was open. Listening to Kimberly talk afterwards, I was so grateful she didn't give up. I think grandma was too.
So Mom, Jon, Carrie, I love you.
All I'll ever ask in return is that you love me the best you can.
-Jay
From Carrie:
Jay, That was amazing , beautiful and so very touching. You should feel blessed to have experienced something like that. It is so beautiful and I can only imagine how it must feel to experience all that love. I hope you know how strong my love for you is and always has been. I love the relationship we have, mostly because of how "honest", easy going and how comfortable I feel talking to you. Like I said yesterday, I don't know what I would do without you and hope to never have to think about it. I'm always here for you. Always! I love you with all my heart. I wish I was half the person you are! You are my rock.
From Jon:
Jay, Reading through your experience has me in tears..for many reasons. I have so much to say, but I feel I don't have the strength to express everything I'm feeling right now. I just need you to know that I Love You. I'm truly sorry for the way I treated you. There is no excuse for acting the way I did.I understand the resounding effects even one sentence can have. And for me to direct such hurtful feelings towards you, knowing how it would effect you, I went ahead. I'm so very sorry and there is no excuse for that, Jay. I just hope you know it was more of a reaction out of frustration-It wasn't my intention.I don't expect to be forgiven, because I know how hard that can be for us to do.
Your experience has blown me away. I've been lucky enough to have had a subconscious experience with dad, and it's effected me in ways I won't even get into.
We all question God's existence from time to time. And nobody knows what happens to our soul when our life on Earth is over. I can say that hearing the beautiful details of your experience gives me the faith I need that when the time comes, we will all be together again.
I'm so overwhelmed to hear of your story. So beautiful, real..full of such comfort, understanding and Love. And family. All that I keep thinking is that someday, I pray we'll all see each other and be together again at Grandma's House.
From Mom:
So beautifully said, Jon. I told Jay I wish I could have been there for that great experience, too. So while this little family of ours is still on this earth, let us all please show our love to each other while we still can. I don't think any of us want to ever wish we had said or done more for each other when it's too late. That's exactly what the whole experience with Jay was all about. I Love you all so much and all I ever wanted was to be married, have children, and be the best Mom ever, but as we all know, I lost myself for a while, and I am so very sorry. It still kills me, so please, let us all just love each other, and know that we are and always will be there for one another.
-Mom