From the Desk of George Barnard
May 16, 2009.
The Primary Midwayers, a rather androgynous-looking
group, together with the Secondary Midwayers, who are rather diverse
individuals of both genders and varied talents, make up the United Midwayers.
They have a slogan, What the United Midwayers undertake, the
United Midwayers do.
I didnt know they had a slogan. The four three Secondary
Midwayers and one Primary Midwayer that often spent time in my
home when I was not yet six, were seen by me as people who ate
no dinners. They were not family, and they would most
often visit at meal times. However, there were eight of us Barnards,
taking up all the room at the long dining room table. They might have
been ghosts, but they were friendly. They made good suggestions, although
one could hardly hear their voices. And yet in an undefined way, they
belonged until I was about eighteen years old. Then they
were gone! Quite suddenly!
By the time I was twenty-three, my business was up and running. I employed
the best in the industry, found I had time to spare, and could help
out other companies that were struggling. The four now renamed
Spirit Guides or Spirit Guardians returned with their
great solutions to both business and people problems. They
were sorely needed with the people problems, because all I had at the
time was my studies in Industrial Psychology. Gradually more and more
troubled individuals came my way to get their answers. Surprisingly,
I would wake up on the mornings of their visits with the very solutions
to their difficulties, at times a clear picture of what they looked
The Midwayers were at work while I slept, and now I began hearing that
strange slogan: We fight. We win. We all ways win.
It meant always, in all ways, and for everyone concerned.
At age thirty-three that whole world of success seemed to be falling
apart. That man Barnard, seen by others as a professional
problem solver, was hit too hard, too fast, and by too many seemingly
unsolvable difficulties. In his dark, private forest of despair not
a single light shone, not even the glimmer of a lightening bug. He turned
to the Master, and the Master send the Midwayers.
Suddenly there was a business, a family, more unending and in-depth
psychology studies, and a regular throng of those in deep, deep . .
. mud. The 11:11 Emergency Platoon was born, and during the following
twenty-five-plus years the Midwayer platoon brought to my clinic the
desperate cases about to lose the storyline for good the post
traumatic stress disordered and suicidal but not ever was I alone
treating any of these. Sharmon (MNO6), Chief Bzutu (ABC22), and Primary
Midwayer, Andrea, would round up these patients. Dr. Mendoza
(MNO8) would be there during the treatment, the counseling.
Four Midwayers, a group of Angels, and one solitary human made up this
small inter-species alliance of unusual freelancers. Many patients upon
their recovery were taught the Akashic Construct values of both seeing
and hearing their Midwayer Caregivers and Teachers. As I retired from
all earlier activities, and began to pen the 11:11 Documents, the Emergency
Platoon was no more, and the now rapidly growing 11:11 Progress Group
took its place.
And its just a small thought from George Barnard.
© 11:11 Progress Group.
Toujours au Service de Michael.