Gregory (Clem) Dawson: How We Assist

Others At Their Time Of Transition From

This World To The Next
The gentleman in this article, Gregory, has given us his permission to share his
story with you which concluded his transition to the next realm or ‘Deva Chan.’
Here is how we work in assisting souls who need to move on. – Rania Sentana-
Ries-Cortez

 Introduction
 Cross Over Souls - Our Policy!
 The University Professor
 The Rodeo Circuit
 Farm in Oklahoma
 Bringing "the Ghost" Into Perspective!
 Exclusively - Out Of Body!
 What IS The Year Dawson Is Actually Living In?
 Bull In The Arena!!
 The Famous Deva Chan - The Place Of The Waiting
 Jamie Sentana-Ries-Cortez Explains A Few Things
 The Decision

Introduction

Bull Riding!! Rodeo

I have worked in the past with many souls who needed some kind of assistance in
finding their way onward to the next realm which is a world similar to this one
and just as solid. Now I work in conjunction with Jamie Sentana-Ries-Cortez in
assisting souls over the cross line to the next world. Here is one recent story. But
first, an explanation.

We all at this level of our existence at one time or another face what many of you
call “death.” There is no death to speak of, but the transition of the soul body
from the physical to another physical body is evident. The soul body upon the
transition of so-called “death” is only different in molecular structure and that is
why people can pass through walls and other structures. They can also walk

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through you, the ones still inhabiting this dimension or earth plane.

Unfortunately, too many souls came to me and through my efforts to assist

them they drained me of my energy. For years I refused to help any more. Now
I take them one at a time and do not allow more than one into my sphere at any
given time.

I take scribings from the starship commanders and others of high acclaim
and that is my first priority.

One young gentleman I assisted to cross over had of himself a vocabulary which
would have made a sailor blush, but we are not here to judge nor condemn, only
to help.

We each have our own path to walk and lessons to learn and some people
have a harder time than others.

The gentleman in this article, Gregory (Clem) Dawson, has given us his
permission to share his story with you which concluded his transition to the next
realm or ‘Deva Chan.’ Here is how we work in assisting souls who need to
move on. – Rania Sentana-Ries-Cortez

Cross Over Souls - Our Policy!

Internet 'Soul' Files - Our Policy

October 13, 2013 1:50 pm

Rania: Clem are you there? We have made ourselves available now to assist you
in crossing over if that is still your intention.

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Clem: Hello Rania. They call me Don or Clem for short. That is how it is with bull
riders…how it is in my profession, dear.

Rania: Alright, which would you prefer we call you? By your first name or pseudo
name and if so which one?

Clem: Tankermone is my brother-in-law, and as being such is one of my absolutely

favourite people, and he calls me by my surname. So I would prefer that.

Rania: Umm..all right, I see. Dawson then. Alright. Dawson, will you please tell us
a little about yourself? But first, we do have a policy which you call over there: the
“Ghost policy to follow.” Kind of cute. (I smile at Dawson. – Rania)

Dawson: I’ve heard of it, ma’am. Can we just continue on with the speech forfeited?
I can really tell this helps people from the other side, so I do, rightfully so, give to
you and Jamie, your husband, my permission. For sure!

Rania: Alright. Thank you Dawson. Now please tell us why you are here and what
we can do for you. Why have you, for instance, not crossed over?

Dawson: Ferret land, Ohio where my brother is from, decided the circuit was not
where either of us should be, but I just couldn't face life..Maxine..without a
toadstool of a bank account in order to buy her a wedding ring of her choice, and
so I needed to use my skills, the only skills I have..I possess, rather, to sequester
unto her left hand the third finger to the right..I mean left, to briefly signify my best
intentions until I could appear to her in person.

Rania: Now, just hold on a moment, Dawson. We have a question for you.

Dawson: Right away, darlin’! Shoot!

Rania: We have noticed that you are quite well-spoken alluding to the fact that
indeed you have well educated yourself or have taken higher learning. Could you
tell us a little about that?

The University Professor

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 The Faculty

Dawson: Aw, you guessed it well, I guess. Yes, I used to be a University Professor
but my instruction was not to the full satisfaction of the Dean and his “ultra-
sensitive” staff of grade-lowerers, so I lost my job, my income, and my career, in
general, and set off to the horse races to find my little bit of gold at the end of the
rainbow. Except I didn't. I lost it all. And so I ended up on the circuit starting in
Chicago, U.S.A.

The Rodeo Circuit

Rodeo

Rania: I did not know there was a circuit there?

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Dawson: Almost everywhere you go in the States, circuits exist and cowboying the
bull arena is only one of the attractions, until you split your pants of course, and
everyone laughs and you have to then pretend it was deliberate and you’re a clown,
and then the roar dies down along with your ultimate embarrassment, because
when pants split, they really split and show just about all you have, as a man! God
I hate that!! But “you got to ride the circuit” as they say, to really interact with your
deepest most desires and fears!

Farm in Oklahoma

Our farm

Rania: How old are you, Dawson?

Dawson: Twenty-Nine years of age next October.

Rania: Pretty young to have been a professor, do you not think?

Dawson: “Hell no!” as they say. I am..was some kind of a prodigy..a genius, so they
tell me. It was a flash for me getting through school and that is why my prior
tendency for riding bulls came to flourish on our father’s farm out there in
Oklahoma. Nice country, and I did have a lot of extra time on my hands and then
Maxine came along and really swept me off my two feet and I fell deeply in love
with her, but had no income of my own so I set out on the circuit. My father’s farm
would not fall to me for quite some years for he is a robust man and winnowing
just built up extra stamina in him, and he just never seemed to tire. Had I been
given the chance to live at home with my new wife whom I fully intend on
marrying, all would have been fine and well. But we had a stepmother who was,

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unfortunately, less than gracious, and her territory, small as it was, had her own
stamp of approval as to how it would be kept and I didn’t think that it was fair that
my darling, Maxine, would not even be granted the right to ….do as she
pleased…(Dawson, is digging something out of his teeth. – Rania)

God! Don’t put that down!

Rania: All apart of our program. People are interested in you, Dawson, and most
have absolutely no idea who you are.

Bringing "the Ghost" Into Perspective!

Materialization

Rania: Why do you not let us see you clearly?

Dawson: Oh, sorry. I was fading in and out. Just a moment whilst I change
frequencies. We can, apparently, do that from over here, from wherever I am at.
Um..there..that should do it. Can you see me better now, you two?

Rania: Thank you. Sandy blond hair with chestnut brown eyes. Whitish-pink skin,
a little sunburned brown arms where your sleeves were turned up, and an old pair
of black cowboy boots with the turned in heel. Not cowboy work boots, we see,
with the square heel. Alright. Checkered shirt. Red squares with thin blue lines

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outlining the squares. Silver snaps on the front and cuffs of your shirt. Blue jeans.
Kind of worn looking. Thin, red, very worn looking also, bandana around your neck
with the knot way off to the left hand side. Old big worn looking Texan cowboy hat.
Looks like a cow sat on it.

Exclusively - Out Of Body!

The morgue

Dawson: A pretty gruesome sight, heh, Rania, Jamie! Well, that is the life of a bull
rider! On the circuit we sleep in motels some of us, but the poorer of us just sleep
in our truck or car. Old rattletraps we call them, at that. (Dawson gives us a grim
kind of smile. – Rania)

Now, the reason I am here, is that I am apparently what they term in the hospital
in New Orleans, as “clinically dead.” Whether I am or not, is still to be determined.
So here I am, apparently out of my body, and hanging around some place which
isn’t too nice. It looks like a laboratory. A clinical laboratory. It has all kinds of
formulas and shelves, and caskets, and drawers made of metal like refrigerators
stuck in the wall and well, just one hell of an odd place.

Rania: You do not know where you are, Dawson? You do not recognize the room?

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Dawson: Sci-Fi, I guess. Just a spadoric piece of misinformation, I am sure, coming
out of my mind or my higher self. You ever heard of that, you two? Do you mind if
I call you and Jamie Sir, “You Two?” I sure don’t mean for to be rude, lass.

Rania: No. You are not rude. We are pleased you have learned you have a higher
self. What you are seeing, Dawson, is what we call a morgue.

Dawson: A morgue? But those are housed in little buildings with rows of caskets
for sale by an officious undertaker. God! What kind of man would relax his life by
embalming and burying people. Gad! I couldn’t do it!

Rania: Well someone has to do it, Dawson. So better them than you. Right?

Dawson: So how can there be a morgue somewhere else other than the classified
ones in the papers?

What IS The Year Dawson Is Actually Living In?

Photograph circa 1852

Rania: What year is it, Dawson?

Dawson: 1451. No, wait. 1852. Sorry. Why my figures don’t match with the place
I am in I don’t know. I have no idea whatsoever. Where am I? I feel like I am drifting
through time and space. Am I here with you in 1852 or am I in 1451? Or
somewhere else? I have seen things which you would not believe even if I
described them to you both!

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Rania: What “things,” Dawson?

Dawson: Well for instance. One moment I see a Temple-like building with a very
narrow high dome. It is in white and the walls are flat white but the roof is
corrugated just like you would find on Grecian pillars. Then the next moment I am
finding myself in Ireland with a pretty girl who has brought me a mug of ail in a
wooden slatted cup with brass bands around the top, middle and bottom. To hold
it together, I guess. Then I am back at what you call, the morgue in a hospital.

Bull In The Arena!!

Dawson Falls From Bull!

Rania: All right, Dawson. Now we need to know, next, why you did not cross over.
Did you not see the light?

Dawson: What light are you speaking about my seeing?

Rania: Alright. Let us backtrack now, Dawson. How did you “die?”

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Dawson: Hamstrung. I was hamstrung. I fell off the bull in Dickenson, Calgary,
Omaha, and I could not move out of the way in time for the clown to divert the bull.
It puts its hind rear end foot right though the top of my temple and then everything
went black, and I heard everybody shouting that “he is dead! Oh God! He is dead!”
and that is the last I have seen of my body. (Coughs.)

Rania; So you are here because you do not know where to move onto. Is that
correct, Dawson?

Dawson: No ma’am’ I don’t have the faintest idea where to go. I guess I cannot go
back into a body which is ruined. I guess I know that, and that there is no new body
for me to enter. Am I right?

The Famous Deva Chan - The Place Of The Waiting

Deva Chan (Place Of The Waiting)

Rania: Correct. You must locate a very bright light. And when you do, then you
must walk into it. You will go to another world where you will stay in a house
which has been all prepared for you to slumber and eat in. You will be given
clothes and may stay with past acquaintances, either family or friends, until it is
time for you to be presented to the Council of Highly Evolved men and women,
who will then discuss the highlights of your life you just came out of..

Dawson: Whoa!!! There!!

Rania: ..(Dawson cut in before I could speak. – Rania)

Dawson: A light? Reincarnation? I’ve heard of it, but I thought that was just a
bunch of fairy tales, myths, and the sort. You mean it’s real? Jamie, do you believe

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in this stuff too? God!! WHERE AM I ANYWAY!! (Dawson is heading for a panic
attack so we are going to close out and give him more time to get his bearings. We
do not want him to exacerbate and begin fragmenting his aura into different
locations. – Rania)

Rania: Dawson. You have had enough for today. We have other work to do and so
Jamie and I will let you get something to eat at a type of restaurant, and will speak
with you tomorrow. Alright? You are just fine and healthy so we will cross you
over tomorrow when you feel more comfortable with the idea. Then you will be
better able to see the light.

(Dawson walks away with head down and turned to the side to view us
better…grumbling as he goes. Closing out for the day. – Rania) 2:59 pm

Jamie Sentana-Ries-Cortez Explains A Few Things

Jamie Sentana-Ries-Cortez

Rania: We are back now, Dawson. Jamie would like to address your question to
him.

Dawson: Good to meet you, Sir. Can you fill me in a little more, lad? Sorry Sir, but
this all sounds a little far-fetched to me.

Jamie: Yes, Dawson. I'm pleased to meet you. What is your question?
Reincarnation? Yes, I believe in reincarnation. It's very real.
Dawson: Yes, Sir! I do believe that you believe it is real. But I am or used to be a
Christian and we do not believe in such nonscence. So prove it to me, please, Sir.

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Jamie: I was also born a Christian. But their doctrines led me to close my eyes to
other possibilities. The religion is fear-based, my friend. From where you are now,
you will find out that there's no such thing as religion, nor is there God. The Jesus
you and I know or knew was a Master but not a "god."

Dawson: I see. Well, I am really not in a very good place as it is to analyze much of
anything which is going on, because the Bible sure doesn't explain this! There is a
light you say? Is that Jesus and His Angels?

Jamie: No. That is not Jesus and his angels. You'll have to go through that light to
see reality in your spiritual realm. What's awaiting you are people like you but
highly-evolved ones. Don't hesitate to enter that light. I assure you there's no other
place to be.

Dawson: And what about you, Rania, how do you see this fare?

Rania: Jamie is most correct. The fascination you have with the heaven of the Bible
will describe itself to you when you arrive, but not in the way of the handwriting
of man who wrote the Bible, and not scribes for the most part, but how heaven
was originally described, well, that is what you will experience as Jamie has said
already to you.

Dawson: Well, son, will you go with me?

The Decision

Going towards the light

Jamie: Yes, in spirit I will be with you towards the light. There will be an awesome
feeling of exhilaration when you get there, a guide will take your hand. It is is a
place of ultimate refuge. You'll be counselled by a group of wise sages and when
the time comes of your choosing, you will return to earth in an entirely new body

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and then you'll know that we are speaking the truth: that reincarnation is real!

Dawson: Jamie, will Maisie be there? She is my mother’s youngest sister who
passed away when she was 42.

Jamie: Mr. Dawson, sir, she might still be there unless the guides tell you she might
have already reincarnated. At any rate, there may be other deceased relatives of
yours you'll meet who might have preferred and been allowed to stay longer.

Dawson: Well, time is tickin’ away, so let’s be on our way, Jamie, Sir. And thank
you ma’am for your help as well.

Permission given for publication by Mr. Gregory (Clem) Dawson, and Rania and
Jamie Sentana-Ries-Cortez on October 13th and 14th, 2013 Ryley, Alberta, Canada,
Pacific Mountain Standard Time

(Note: At 8:30 am Pacific Mountain Time, Ryley Alberta, Canada, Mr. Gregory (Clem)
Dawson took Jamie’s arm while the white guide at the entrance of the light turned
his face around to meet them, and ushered Dawson into the light. He never once
looked back.. (Smiles) Another file closed Jamie. Good work! – Rania)

Written down by Rania Seila and Jamie Sentana-Ries-Cortez

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