2019-08-12. Midwayers’ Name-codes – Part One -Two
Midwayers’ Name-codes – Part One
From the Desk of George Barnard – August 12, 2019.
On quite a number of occasions when I was still a child, I met up with Midwayers. To my way of thinking they were just ordinary people. Cherubim were simply someone’s children and pleasant company to be with.
Back in about 1945.
There was one ‘Spirit Guardian’ who occasionally stood diagonally across from me at our dining room table, right between my mom and dad. Anyone who would have seen him would have called him rather ‘pushy’ to just stand there at dinner time, but no one else could see him. I could see him, but I was just a kid and not allowed to express myself during meal times. Dr. Mendoza, the visitor in question, was in my opinion possibly enquiring about my dad’s political opinion. He was dressed like most other men in those days, in a brown suit. Brown, the fashion color of a defeated, war-weary people.
Forward to the 1970’s.
It was a time when many young, married South American immigrants began arriving in Australia. It seemed that neither the wives nor the husbands could handle the new freedoms of the southern continent. At least, such was claimed by one of their seniors, a very much respected Argentinian man called Angel. I had earned my license as a clinical hypnotherapist and some South American doctor was sending me one of his patients after another, all from a small local hospital. Something else . . . I kept hearing the term, “Emenohwait.”
Spanish-speaking patients kept coming. All mentioned the doctor who recommended George Barnard’s services and told them where the therapist’s clinic was located. As well, old Angel translated one of my basic hypnotic inductions from English into phonetic Spanish – “Just read it what it say and Bob’s your uncle,” said Angel. It worked just fine. The Spanish-speaking patients kept coming and I was still hearing that term, “Emenohwait.” Some patients were desperate cases, supposedly beyond my reach. I telephoned the hospital to tell the doctor I was being overloaded with patients.
“We don’t have a Spanish-speaking doctor here, not even a visiting doctor from those parts of the world,” the receptionist said. “Just some patients from South America. Sorry, I can’t help you.” She rang off. Suddenly I heard the words, “Not in your realm!” I replied, “Give us a look at him then!” And there he was, in a hospital corridor, casually walking towards me. He was a smallish man, well tanned and dark haired, wearing a brown suit, brown tie, black shoes, white shirt and an unbuttoned white doctor’s coat. A stetascope hung around his neck. There really was a Spanish-speaking doctor in that hospital!
“Give us his name then!” I demanded with some annoyance in my voice. A street sign showed up – VIA MENDOZA – “OK then, Dr. Mendoza. What takes you so long?” Some time later I finally broke all the Midwayers’ name-codes.
And it’s just a small thought from George Barnard.
Midwayers’ Name-codes – Part Two.
From the Desk of George Barnard – August 12, 2019.
The Argentinian man, Angel, seemed to know what the people from his homeland needed. They needed to urgently go back to where they came from, he reasoned, because in Australia their women shopped till they dropped and the men lost their grip on family life. This caused a veritable epidemic of divorces.
It became clear there was some merit in what the senior citizen, Angel, espoused: South American marriages were drifting onto the rocks, wholesale, and even the ‘angels’ were concerned. And there appeared Dr. Mendoza! The term “Emenohwait” was actually MNO8. George’s Spirit Friend, “Dreyfus” was actually DEF5 and “Ahbecetutu” or “Bzutu” was ABC22, of course, easy when you have the answers, but Chief Bzutu only shrugged. He could not have cared less about that belated discovery or whatever he was called.
People have names, Spirit Guardians should have names, but these were numbers or codes I had never heard of. Was I the only fool taking orders from those who mostly turned up when it suited them? The Midwayer, Dr. Mendoza, however, had begun to accompany me on healing ventures. With one notable exception, Dante Alighieri was the only one I knew who worked with ‘spirits’ like my friends. Dante was the only one I knew about, since my family owned his Divine Comedy in French. I read that book, more than just once.
There was Winston Churchill with his eleventh month, eleventh day, eleventh hour. Maybe, just maybe, but Dante Alighieri had two Guides, Virgil and Beatrice. Everyone knew Virgil, I thought, but Beatrice was not the neighborhood lady Dante adored. Beatrice was BeAhTriCe, BA3C or ABC3, Bzutu’s older sister — a tall, blonde and rather smart Adamic-looking lady. I must have gotten strong confirmation of that fact, but I don’t now remember which Celestial verified my conclusion.
Forward to the year 2000
It was the day before I was to take a plane trip to the US when I remembered about Dante and his Guide in the celestial regions and I wrote to a friend in Idaho that Dante Alighieri knew Beatrice, ABC3, Bzutu’s older sister. Checking my email during the morning of my departure, I found an email from my friend wishing me a safe journey. Surprise! There was a second message from him, saying, “You spoke to us about Beatrice and she was here!”
Moments later I felt the warmest and most loving of embraces as the Lady ABC3 hugged me for letting folks know it was she who worked with Dante at that critical time.
