THE LAST VESTIGES OF NORMALCY!!

Disipline and Commitment Unplugged

2011-10-31T15:56:00.000-06:00

Its good to be back on the page!
I was on another "page" for a while, mostly unwritten but thoroughly experienced.

My year of travelling has wound down and I am home in Saskatoon for the winter. I haven't even put all the photos up on the blog yet but I will finish that off soon.

One incredible thing I did in August this year was attend a 10-ceremony Ayahuasca tour at Blue Morpho in Peru. It was my best tour ever and almost impossible to describe.

Every once in a while though, someone writes something nice which helps provide a clearer picture of what Ayahuasca Shaminism is and why people go there.
Here is an article called Mareado On The Nauta Road . Mareado, is what you are after an Ayauhasca ceremony when still feeling the effects such as mild visual disturbances. The Nauta Road is the road from Iquitos to the Blue Morpho Camp. The article is a guest post by Chris Kilham on the Dawn On The Amazon website. Dawn On The Amazon offer tours and they have a very nice restaurant with outside seating in the shade. Their Captain's Blog contains interesting stories from the region.

Chris Kilham is the founder of the Ayahuasca Test Pilots. He is the FOX News Medicine Hunter, and travels regularly to Peru. He has a web site called Medicine Hunter.

So that's my story. I had great intentions of writing and channelling lots but I guess life just goes where it goes. How do I ever manage to hold a job??? I am home for the winter though and I feel that commitment building again. Wheee!

The lyrics from a Pink song

2011-08-20T17:32:00.000-06:00

If God is a DJ
Life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm
You are the music

If God is a DJ
Life is a dance floor
You get what you're given
It's all how you use it

Question and Answer on Saftey.

2011-06-17T14:57:00.003-06:00

This question is from a woman living in BC, Canada. She asks:

"I'm wondering if my two children and I are in a 'safe' place here?"

She says "I just finished reading the amazing story "The Gathering of Eagles" and believe that we're heading towards a new, better world that I hope we will enter peacefully."

Her guides provided this response:

You are asking "are we safe here?" when what you mean to ask is "do we need to fear?"

You are as safe there as you would be anywhere from accidents, natural disasters and the actions of others. You are always held within the love of the creator of the universe, within the whole of the I AM. You cannot be anywhere but there no matter where you might think you are. You are aware that your physical form is not permanent and that it will cease to exist at some point. We cannot give you a time line for that as it is dependant upon many things but you must realize that you will continue to exist even beyond death.

That being said we know that you are longing for the new world. and we know you want to be an instrument in its creation. We assure you that the change which began slowly many years ago is now being accomplished at an amazing speed. It is not possible to stop the changes from completing so you need not worry about that even though there are those who still point to all the darkness in the world. Many souls still have darkness to release and they may create alarming scenarios while they wrestle with those changes.

Your role is to hold space for the light in the world, teach those who come to you for guidance and try to see the light within all people.

For yourself you must locate a group or an individual who doesn't hold fear of darkness within themselves and ask them to show you how to accomplish that for yourself. Your work will be mostly with yourself. You will find and clear judgements and beliefs which are not loving. As you do this you will become a more and more loving person and this is where it is all going. There is nothing but love anywhere in the Universe. We know this because love affects darkness but darkness cannot affect love. The more we realize this the smaller darkness will become, but the more we fear darkness the more it appears to grow.

Do not wait for the new age to come, but invite it now, create it now and be the new age for others.

You can live anywhere and be safe if you solve fear for yourself. Each place will teach you different things and require different things from you. Trust your heart response to choose where to be and when to be there.

So, you see, fear is not helpful. Please let go of all you have heard about how dark the world is. These are judgments and are not true. Each situation has a reason for being so and the individuals involved need help not judgements. You might not be able to do much to change public opinion but you can refuse to accept it yourself. Your actions will encourage others and bring more light to the situation.

We on this side regret that many have been exposed to terrifying situations and even killed in some cases. Realize that you need not be involved in that scenario as it works itself out. Your most important work is with yourself and there is much to be learned there. Those who are working with people who are expressing the dark energy are there to help of course but are also there to acquire the experience and learning for themselves. Realize that we are all learning and growing in different ways."

We assure you that you are both loved and valued and remember that we are always with you."

Cutting Through Spiritual Materialism

2011-06-17T14:45:00.002-06:00

Cutting Through Spiritual Materialism

I really love this article. It is presented through Buddhist philosophy but the ideas could stand alone, they make so much sense.

Various traps that spiritual practitioners fall into are investigated -- such as confusing temporary bliss or tranquility with the awakened state of mind.

I particularly like this paragraph:
"We must surrender our hopes and expectations, as well as our fears, and march directly into disappointment, work with disappointment, go into it and make it our way of life, which is a very hard thing to do. Disappointment is a good sign of basic intelligence. It cannot be compared to anything else: it is so sharp, precise, obvious and direct. If we can open, then we suddenly begin to see that our expectations are irrelevant compared with the reality of the situations we are facing. This automatically brings a feeling disappointment.

Disappointment is the best chariot to use on the path of the dharma. It does not confirm the existence of our ego and its dreams."

Visit the home page at http://www.ayahuasca-wasi.com/

Releasing fear and healing my soul..

2011-05-05T23:45:00.005-06:00

Greetings;

You asked about fear.

Fear is a concept you hold which allows you to name a set of physical, mental and emotional behaviours resulting at times when you feel the absence of your soul strength. When you are in fear, and disconnected from your soul strength, you are disconnected from your heart center and you feel vulnerable with respect to what is happening around you.

Your heart knows there is nothing to fear because it is unified with the one mind. Your human mind knows this too when it connects through the heart, but when it does not it is forced to rely upon old data, beliefs and strategies for its input.

Your mind thinks it is here to master the world and it doesn't like feeling fear, so whenever it does it puts up defenses to banish the threat or the feeling of fear. Since fear has always been so avoided you have never had the opportunity to find and heal the original pain underneath the fear.

The following was an interaction which the guides lead me through. The energies are available to you by reading the words below. Still your mind and meditate a few minuets before beginning. Read one paragraph at a time and pause at the end of each paragraph to meditate and allow the energies to complete before you move on to the next paragraph.

We would like to aid you in that healing by assisting you with a reconnection to your lost soul fragment.

You will be offered an energy which is the fragment of self that departed a long time ago because it felt threatened. We will return it to you if you wish.

1. Begin by holding your hands together in front of your chest and open your system to receive the healing energy which is being delivered to you now.

2. Once you feel an energy moving through you ask to receive it through your system and then open your hands, palm up, in front of you and we will return your soul fragment into them.

3. Once you feel your energy fragment has arrived in your hands, bring your hands toward your heart center and let them rest there on your chest holding your soul fragment close.

4. Continue holding the fragment. Now using another energy we are cleansing old beliefs, patterns, strategies and yes, fears out of your physical, mental and emotional self. You will feel the energy flowing out through the front of your body even as you hold your hands over your soul fragment, protecting it from the discharging energies.

5. Once you feel the flow of released energy has finished, invite the soul fragment to enter your physical body and ask that it merge with all of your other energies.

Congratulations! You have removed interfering energies which have kept you from this aspect of yourself and you have restored it to its natural home.

We are pleased to have been of service and will continue to be so. You need only ask.

What does being in the "now" mean to you?

2011-05-03T17:22:00.003-06:00

Are you willing to let go of what you think to do it?
I am loving this piece because it shows how what we think contradicts what we feel.

It is written by Cory Dean Smith entitled Dependability from his blog Cory Dean Smith . com

"FOUR"

2011-04-23T19:07:00.006-06:00

I was given this assignment over a year ago, to channel a series of six pieces which would have some relationship with each other when they are complete. It is my theory that this relationship will occur of its own accord with no assistance from me. I have not read the first three pieces in over a year and no longer remember what they discussed. As I sit to meditate in preparation for this writing I ask only that I be a clear channel for the message which is offered.

Greetings!
How nice it is to continue this discussion. Do not bother to feel unworthy because of the diversions which have taken you away from this writing. As we see it the sections are being presented in exactly the way you require for your growth. They are all here waiting for you to be ready to receive and they are bound together in a manner which does not involve time.

Here is something which may surprise you; You cannot fail.

You are as it were held in the hands of God.

Your awareness of this is growing but you still think that you have some control over the events in you life. You feel guilt or pride depending upon how successful you feel your actions have been.

Would it surprise you to know that we do not see things in those terms? You cannot cause something to be either bad or good as you would name it because everything that has been, is or will be comes from the same place. It comes from the pool of all there is. No thing is different from the rest except as you express it for your own learning.

You are an expression of pure love. That is all there is. You imagine many more things as you struggle to return to the purity that you are. You have given yourself the experience of expression and sensation and now you blame that experience on some other cause. You are the cause of you. You are also the only answer. You are already the only thing you could be and yet you still keep trying to be something else.

It is not easy to be who you are but it is very simple. You just have to stop trying to be all the things you think you are. Stop trying to create divisions in something which is already whole.

You are enough. Be still and sense into the space where wholeness resides. Be very still now and sit with who you really are. Breath with it. Notice where you feel it. When thoughts come notice where you experience them.

You create those thoughts. The love that is who you are created you. Every single facet of your life is better managed by love. You imagine that your control is helping but it is not. Take any part of your life and observe what would change if it were managed by love.

The key thing is YOU ARE NOT IN CHARGE AND NEVER HAVE BEEN, so why not take a seat, kick back and tune in to your inheritance.

As always, this message which was delivered through me has a specific application to me. I share it in the hope it is also of benefit to others.

Sharpen the Stick

2011-04-22T23:49:00.008-06:00

In this post I would like to introduce you to a marvelous woman named Lanne Rice.

We met through the Spiritual Experiences of Meditation group we both belong to and she channeled this poem during an exercise in channeled writing.

It surprised her to receive a complete piece of poetry in only ten minuets as it seemed to just write itself.

Sharpen the Stick

Sharpen the stick
Poke out your eye
Ring the bell
and blindly fly...

You are spirit
You are fire
Water, earth and clay
Run like the wind… play

Gather spirits
To your table
Make them comfortable
You are able

Sing some praises
Look at scenes
Feel cold water
Drown in seams

What you need
You will get
Death and loving
No regret

Go and scatter
Ash to the wind
Blind no more
Your bell will ring

Lanne is also an accomplished artist and writer.

You can view her art on her website, Broken Heart Studio.

You will find the artistic rendering of the poem there too. Look under "her art"....."pen and ink".

SHAMANISM AND THE SHADOW

2011-04-22T18:40:00.019-06:00

I discovered an interesting Facebook page on Shamanism and wanted to share the first article of a series with you.

There are many misconceptions regarding what a Shaman does and this article explains it clearly, noting the differences between a healer, shaman and a sorcerer.

If you enjoyed the article you can read more on the Facebook page of Witchy's Nexus Shamanism. Just click the title of this article.

1. The Shadow Side of Human Consciousness

The purpose of Shamanism is to integrate conflicting aspects of the human psyche with each other, and the whole with the Cosmic Psyche, and to develop the power and self-knowledge to enable the shaman to achieve results that are beyond the abilities of the undeveloped, un-self-aware psyche.

Integrating conflicting aspects of the human psyche is the basis of all character development, and is essential to achieving balance and happiness.

It releases and channels those potentially limitless psychic powers that are inherent in all of us.

The difference between a healer and a shaman is that a healer is a person who is able to use the forces of light to effect a cure in the body, mind, or spirit of another, without using the forces of the Shadow.

Because of the nature of some illnesses, this method is not always effective, and a shaman must be sought for a cure.

A shaman is a healer who has walked up to the Underworld gates of his/her own personal hell and then walked in.

He/she has confronted and conquered his/her self-created demons, such as fear, insanity, loneliness, self-importance, and addictions, has unflinchingly confronted his/her own Shadow self as well as the evil of others, and can successfully deal with forces of darkness equally with those of light.

A shaman can do exorcisms and can reverse hexes and the results of black arts that have been used on a patient, because by dealing with one's own Shadow and coming to terms with that Shadow self, one gains peace of mind and balance, and the black arts have no control over that person, for his/her personal fears and inner demons have already been dealt with.

Both the shaman and the healer can effect cures, but only the shaman is trained in dealing with any type of black arts that may have caused illness.

For clarification, a shaman is not a sorcerer, one who is trained in and uses only the black arts to accomplish their purposes.

Many people in today's society are calling themselves shamans without any knowledge of exactly what this means.

If the would-be shaman does not have the ability to look at his/her own shadow side, he/she will not be able to follow the path of the shaman.

He/she would never be able to confront or handle the results and/or intentions of the black arts.

A shaman's medicine colors are black and white because he/she walks the world of Light as well as Shadow - the polarity of man's existence.

Black and white also represents the balance a shaman seeks to maintain, both inside himself/herself as well as bringing that balance to his/her clients.

It is well expressed in the Eastern concept of yin-yang.

Bat is the Mayan and Aztec symbol for rebirth, and the totem animal for shamanism.

Bat hangs upside down in the cave, just as humans are nestled upside down in their mothers' wombs.

In leaving the womb or the cave, each is forced to look at light and shadow.

Bat embraces the idea of the Shaman's death.

In ancient traditions, the would-be-shaman was sent to a certain location to dig his/her own grave, and then spent the night inside that grave, totally alone.

The grave opening was supported by limbs, covered by a blanket, and then filled over with dirt and debris.

Absolute darkness and total silence quickly cause the initiate to be confronted by his/her fears.

The basic idea of the initiation was to break down all former notions of "self", and to cause the initiate to face his/her inner fears and demons.

When the initiate is released from the grave, the old persona and ways of life of the one "who was put in in the ground" truly are dead and buried.

A "new" person emerges, reborn, with the right BY INITIATION to be called a shaman, and to heal.

During my initiation, I spent three days and two nights totally isolated within the grave, and it truly is a terrifying experience.

In modern times, as with so many ancient rituals and initiations, the Shaman's Death is considered by society as too severe and dangerous, and so the actual rite is seldom seen or heard of.

the right to be called a shaman is no less contingent on the notion of the death of the old "self" than it was in ancient times.

One does not choose to walk the path of a shaman, the Spirits call a person to walk the path of a shaman, usually by a traumatic, life-altering experience.

This experience may be sufficient to constitute an initiation; however, the psychiatric wards are full of uninitiated shamans, who had a traumatic experience and no one to guide them to understanding!

The understanding unfolds as we work with the Shadow self.

The Underworld is the arena.

Because the shaman has walked through the Underworld of the Shadow and knows firsthand the pain involved in breaking the stranglehold of inner darkness, a true shaman always has compassion for the paths that others must walk.

Full credit for this article is given to the author, whose name does not appear on the Witchy's Nexus Shamanism page on Facebook. You can reach it by clicking here.

One year later ....

2011-04-22T00:07:00.011-06:00

Hello again!
I landed back in Saskatoon on April the tenth after a journey of a lifetime in Asia.
If you would like to see the notes and pictures from that trip go to my other blog Notes from a Wandering Traveller.

I am happy to get back to the platform of this blog where I can incorporate some channeling into the mix. Thanks for hanging in there, I appreciate that you are still here.

Daily posts are my goal but they may be on either blog. After six months of daily blogging on the road it is a well ingrained habit. I need a subject that I am excited to write about though. Don't get me wrong, I am excited about my city of Saskatoon I just don't want to search out topics every day. I will share tantalizing bits of my amazing city occasionally as I come across them.

A word about Blue Morpho Tours
At a beautiful camp deep in the Amazon jungle, near the city of Iquitos is the beautiful thatched roof camp of Blue Morpho where lives are changed on a daily basis.

I have been known to frequent this camp and highly recommend it to others.

Here is what they say about themselves: "Blue Morpho has blended traditional shamanism, shamanic workshops, and Universal Spirituality into a tour that offers a truly unique and life-altering experience in the heart of the Amazon. Blue Morpho’s mission is to provide a safe, supportive space where individuals can experience personal growth, energetic evolution, and healing through traditional Amazonian shamanism. This mission has been, and always be, Blue Morpho’s goal; it’s what drives us forward today."

A new branch of their work called Modern Shamanism has been created. It is a block of teachings which apply shamanic wisdom to daily life. The web site is new and is scheduled to be open mid May at http://www.modernshamanism.org/

In the meantime you can tap into a facebook page of the same intent at: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Modern-Shamanism/159340477461227?sk=info.

If you are interested follow along there are great things to come.

We all have our own paths to journey for learning. Shamanism is one of mine at the moment. It has been a year since I have been there and I am looking forward to going again this August.

There will be more on this for sure but for now I will leave you with this poem which I enjoyed.

Someone seeking learning, knows more and more.
Someone seeking Tao, knows less and less.
Less and less until
things just
are what
they
are
•
By simply being,
everything gets done.
Get things done
by letting them happen.
Struggling all the time,
gets you nowhere.

Tao Te Ching

Notes from a Wandering Traveller

2010-08-27T00:18:00.009-06:00

Wow, again it has been a long time between posts. Suffice it to say that I am finally retired and already off in Iquitos, Peru where I am working with some Shamans in Ayahuasca.

I am having a fascinating time here and since I will be travelling for a while I decided to set up a separate blog "Notes from a Wandering Traveller".
Please join me there. http://notesfromawanderingtraveller.blogspot.com/

"The Last Vestiges of Normalcy" will continue to operate as well but will be dedicated to channeling and other spiritual interests.

I am going back for a second shamanic camp in a few days where I will diet Sanango for the first time. I am really looking forward to it. I will be away from Internet access for 12 days.

I recommend the Blue Morpho camp to anyone who would like to begin a journey of a lifetime with Ayahuasca. The camp is very safe and the Shamans are very experienced and very ethical. Read more on Blue Morpho Tours. http://www.bluemorphotours.com/

Getting Unplugged.

2010-05-19T13:51:00.017-06:00

May is almost over and I haven't posted since March. I have not been idle, just otherwise focused. It seems to require a lot of think time to plan the closing down of everything life has been. Some more "stuff" has to be gotten rid of due to lack of space and sometimes that involves a mental releasing prior to the physical release. Ah well, I am slowly moving in the direction of trusting the universe to provide.

Finalizing retirement plans, setting financial matters so they continue on automatic, organizing retirement insurance including travel and consolidating important information so that it can be easily utilized along the road have been my focus of late.

I am happily planting out flowers and enjoying the beautiful spring weather in my borrowed garden. It is wonderful to get my hands into the soil once again.

I have a back-log of channel requests that I will attempt to deliver in the next several days.

In the meantime, for those in the Northern Hemisphere, I hope you are enjoying spring as much as I am.

Saskatchewan "Living Sky" shots are courtesy of Terry McBride of Saskatoon.

Namaste'

Oneness

2010-03-24T22:53:00.011-06:00

I was speaking about unity and oneness at our channelling circle on Monday night and someone asked me to do a piece of channelling on that subject. I know why too, it’s because when I am channelling, the information is more succinct and understandable than it is when I just talk. The fact is, when I am talking I have difficulty finding the words I want to use, and as a result I don't explain things so well.

During the circle we were dealing with an entity who had harmed me in another existence and I reasoned that not only did I need to forgive him, but that I needed to love and accept him because he is an extension of me.

I said, "If everything is love then good evil and anything in between is also love. If everything is love, and God is love, then I am also love. Both the entity and I are love and within God we are one."
As I think about it now, we are one in the same manner that an ear and an eye are part of one body and the life force of that body is within both the ear and the eye at the same time.

That is the way I think about it and that is about as far as I went with it at the time, but there is more to it than that, there is the experience of feeling it, which is what I was having trouble putting into words. The feeling of being one with goodness is one thing but when you need to come to terms with your oneness with evil or darkness it is quite another thing. In the moment that I was face to face with this darkness I knew that I had to totally accept it in order to get past the burden it caused in my life.

WOW, Thinking of it as me and not another really helped. My heart knew instinctively that it was the right thing to do and I did it. I know that it allowed healing to take place.

Now I will ask for a channelled message to expand on this topic. The message will be directed toward me and my understanding but it may also have relevance to the understanding of others.

Greetings!

The idea that humans have regarding their separation is not accurate, in fact it is so inaccurate as to be the cause of tremendous distress in your world.

Feelings of separation support feelings of lack, fear, anger, hatred and pain. You would argue with us that all of these really exist and we would answer that indeed they do. You would argue that you cannot accept others as one with you until they stop hurting you and taking what is yours and we would answer that you must accept them as one with you before they stop these things.
Let us point out that you are causing much distress and pain around you by holding the notion that you and others are separate. You will not be free of this until you see each other person as yourselves. This is far beyond seeing others as your brothers and sisters on planet earth.

It is your belief patterns and thought processes which must change as these are the precursors of your actions.

Realize that working to save the underprivileged and desperate people is like a band aid compared to what your world needs.
We are not suggesting that you stop helping others but that you go farther and hold each person in love and acceptance.
We suggest that you look on all people as equals and that you see that their spirit is as privileged as any others within universal love and abundance. You may want to argue that this will not change other people, but it will dear ones.
If you hold that some are poor then that will be your reality and if you hold that all are abundant then that will be your reality. It may not be everyone's reality yet, as all are in choice, as you know but by holding the space for it you are helping others to create it.

This is the reason why each one must start with themselves first. Use your emotions as a tool for this to let you know when there is something to be released. Feelings of anger, judgments, loss, fear, lack, jealousy, blame and hatred all tell you that something is not right. The past must be healed by accepting and forgiving and allowing that it is part of the one. This is not to say that you must continue to be treated badly by others but that you can set yourself free from the past and in so doing you will make it possible to make other choices in the future that are more supportive and positive.

These changes are occurring faster now but not to the extent that they need to change for the healing which needs to occur. The concept you hold now of oneness is not yet oneness because you are still thinking that you must help to bring everything into that oneness. Part of the awakening which you are going through is to realize that everything is already one and we mean everything. If all is one and nothing is outside of the one then, anything, anyone and any experience which has happened in your life is part of the one. The one is love so that means everything in your life is love. You might argue that it doesn't always feel like it but we say to you, it is because of your belief in your own separation that you see it this way.

You will need to give up your separation. There is no other way. It may be the hardest thing you have to do but it will also be the most worthwhile.

Fay was confronted with an energy which seemed dark to her and her instinct was to get rid of it somehow. She was surprised to learn that she needed to forgive, accept and love the energy very deeply and completely and she was able to do that to the extent that she really felt that she and the energy were one. At that point it no longer seemed dark or threatening at all and she was one with it. There was much being released but it was her own misunderstandings and misconceptions and judgements which were leaving and great healing occurred at that moment.

Achieving oneness is an inside job which each must do for themselves. It is actually bringing oneself to clarity by releasing your own negativity which simply brings you to a point of recognizing the oneness which is already there. As you work with this you will encounter more and more oneness experiences and your energy will become brighter and brighter. Hold this feeling in your heart as much as you can as this will do much to aid others who are making this shift also.

As always, remember that we have much love for you and we are always ready to help if you ask.
Go in peace.

THREE

2010-03-09T11:24:00.001-06:00

I am getting not so subtle nudging that it is time for message # three so here goes.

You don’t want to hear this. Never-the-less we are going to say it anyway. It is time to take inventory again. This time it will be even more personal and more thorough. You have come through a time of great adjustment within your physical, emotional and spiritual self. You have absorbed many new energies and upgraded and blended others. You will have a chance to rest the physical self while we help you take stock of where you are now.

A long time ago you eagerly volunteered to be a part of the team of healers living at this earth time. You saw the opportunity to be of service and to grow at the same time.

When we ask you to take inventory we are really asking you to recalibrate your concept of yourself so that it is more accurate.
You can list your strengths and weaknesses if you want and that will be an indicator of what has changed.

We also want you to see how much more allowing you have become as, many times, you just observe without interfering. We ask you to look at your heart and see how much it has opened. You trust yourself more but you also are really trusting life as well. You believe that you can live freely and without worry and that you truly can create a beautiful universe in which to live.

Also, as in any inventory, we must clear out the things which are no longer needed. Many of these have been dislodged already by the fluctuations of energy you have been receiving. Some have even been transformed and cleared already. You know this because you are feeling generally happier and lighter. Your motivation is higher now as you have already experienced some benefits.

The way to work with this now is to observe yourself and notice what still feels uncomfortable. You might need to get some help with the next part which is gently dislodging the old belief, habit or memory which is the source of the pain. Are we suggesting that you be pain free? Yes we are! Pain is an indicator of a problem, it is not meant to be lived with day after day. The more pain you release the easier it will become.

We are helping you to prepare for an existence which is based in love. Isn’t that great? You can do anything you want, basing it in love, and not only are you expanding yourself but you are radiating love to the rest of the world. Any time you are holding love and light within yourself you are the healer you came here to be.

In the next dimension there are no problems like we have here because issues are transformed instantly. Everyone will know that all are one and everything is just information. There is no reason why you can’t live that way right now. Leave the dense energy for those who still desire it and move into the light of love.

We will be by your side the whole way. Call on us as you need and it will be our joy to assist you.

Peace be with you dear ones.

Another Tricky Dream

2010-02-28T19:50:00.014-06:00

I often use the meditation group I belong to as a resource to work through complicated issues in my life, to be my sounding board for hair brained ideas and to thump me on the head when I am missing a significant sign post in my life.

As I prepare for my retirement and some extended traveling, the group is the only connection I have left of my associations of the past. It is one which I value and will not happily relinquish when I head off for a year or two of travel.

Our group has dwindled down to a handful of regular members and one of them broached this subject at our last gathering. Since I and one other member are doing significant amounts of traveling she wondered if the group would be able to continue. She thought perhaps we were all ready to move on to other things. I was sorry to hear that, and went home that night with a heavy heart.

For years I have longed to have the freedom to travel extensively, and now the time was here. I knew that I could stay and put some effort into enlarging the group, but I know my heart wouldn’t be in it right now.

The very next night I had this dream......

I was hiking somewhere in the world and on this particular day I was going to climb a mountain. I was wearing hiking boots, knee-length pants, a t-shirt and a headband. The mountain was large but it was not rocky. There were dirt paths all the way to the top and the day was sunny and not too warm. I walked all day and reached the summit just before sunset. I realized that it might be dangerous to walk down in the dark so I asked an attendant where we would sleep. He said, “No, we will get you down safely tonight but first go to the summit and take all the pictures you want, then come back to me”. I did that and when I went back he took me around to the back side of the mountain to an opening like a cave. Inside was a funny type of elevator. It was like a dumb waiter on a conveyer belt and each person got to stand on a little platform with only a bar to hold onto for safety. The belt moved like a pulley and as each platform reached the top it flopped down ready for you to step on. The attendant stopped the belt for me to get on and I remember feeling weird about it. I had happily hiked up the trail all day long without a care or a plan and without noticing that I hadn’t met a single person coming down but neither had I seen the elevator at the bottom nor was it mentioned at all. I should have been happy about having a way down the mountain but I was not at all sure I wanted to get on the rickety thing. I do not know how the dream ended. I have a feeling that I may have taken the elevator but I do not remember the trip down the dark tunnel through the mountain or arriving at the bottom. Perhaps I was stuck there?

I feel the dream is connected to my meditation group in some way. I feel the loss of the group but also feel that travelling is something I would benefit from. I know everyone in the group will be OK in spite of whatever happens but I still feel like a deserter.
In the dream, I was feeling shocked at the top of the mountain because I hadn’t signed on for a scary ride on a rickety elevator. I didn’t want to spend the night alone in a cave on the top of that mountain either. I was trapped.

I am not sure if the dream is telling me that I need to do what feels right to me or that my responsibility lies with the group or something else entirely.

I was going to put the question to my guides but before I could do that, I was invited to an impromptu channelling circle where I posed the question during meditation. One of the members, a unique individual who channels with numbers rather than words, guided me through releasing those fears in a way which seemed to be nothing short of a miracle. The numbers carried an energy vibration to me in the same way that words would have. The first number helped me step back from the cave and the second one provided a feeling of having been released from the necessity of using the elevator. Gradually, the opening of a clear Plexiglas tube appeared behind me and I was drawn to step into it. As each number was received I was able to move farther into the tube and I could look down through the Plexiglas to the valley floor below.

The amazing thing was that the part of the tube I had walked through had already disappeared and there was only a short portion of it available ahead of me. Strangely, I felt completely safe and eager to continue. As more numbers came I moved quickly through the tube until I reached the forest floor below. I was safe on the ground again and feeling amazingly uplifted and free.

My analysis is that I have been released from the fear of saying "no" when no acceptable options are offered. In looking back on my life it is clear that similar situations had occurred many times. Funny, the thought of asking spirit for another solution had never occurred to me. I had to be shown, and to feel it and to learn that there is always another option if you ask. I feel this in every fibre of my being now and am truly grateful.

Now here is a comment from my guides.....

We are feeling as merry and uplifted as do you and we bring great congratulations from many who are watching your progress. It was as though your heart became more open to spirit in that moment. You have taken many steps toward turning things in your life over to spirit already and yet you are still a beginner. Your understanding has grown this time and you now know what it means to let go and ask for assistance. The path you are about to embark on will require you to perfect this ability if you wish to have an enjoyable time. We have no doubt that you will be able to do it and we look forward to many more such celebrations.

There is a quickening now both in your energy and that of others. Each challenge such as this which you are able to overcome adds to the abilities within the collective as you are aided by the growth of others. As it unfolds for you, you will be able to see more and more.

Remember that you are always safe, taken care of and loved.

Beloved, peace go with you.

I'm Not Dreaming!

2010-02-16T11:17:00.009-06:00

After waking up completely elated from a recent dream I desired to understand the information it imparted. In the dream I had been given a sheet of paper and asked to write a word which signified a problem in my life. I put one word at the top of the page and immediately there were about 20 other words scattered about the page. I began to read. Each word had some connection to the word I had written. One word was its opposite while another was a synonym. One pointed to a variation of understanding or definition of my word while another pointed to one single aspect of the subject my word denoted. I was fascinated as I noted that each word was related to my word in some way. Then, I read a word near the bottom of the page and instantly the problem no longer existed. The word I had just read had cancelled out the original word with a rush of energy that can only be described as both gentle and pleasurable.

I asked for the source of the dream and was told I had been in the 5th dimension.

My first impression was how easy it is to solve something in the 5th Dimension. Neither my mind nor my emotions had been involved. It appeared that those words carried a lot more energy than I had expected and they interacted with each other independently. I was simply the observer. This is very good, I thought as I thumped down into my chair, scratching my head and feeling as though something way beyond my current experience was opening to me.

I wanted to tell someone how excited I was, but I didn’t think I could tell it satisfactorily. What would I say, “I had a dream in which I wrote a word on a paper, more words appeared, and one of them cancelled out the problem word”? It didn’t seem to be much of a story, but my guides kept pushing me to tell it. That was a whole week ago and I have thought a lot about it since then. I did tell it in my meditation circle last night and they said “Write it and you will get more”. That turned out to be good advice, but there is still more information I want so I will open a channel which will allow the rest of this piece to be a guided message:

Dear one .....

Each step you take brings you closer to the one, the universal field of love.

You have tapped in many times, without recognizing in the beginning and later without remembering. The feelings you experienced on this occasion from the fifth dimension were so startling that you can no longer deny your experience.

Now you have a benchmark for the place you are being guided toward. Just hold it in your heart. Do not berate yourself when you fall short of this mark but use it to aid yourself in noticing how more and more you and others are achieving the miracle of unrestricted love. The point is, now you know it is achievable because you have within your experience the way it feels. All you need do is hold on to this feeling until the world matches it.

We have said it before but it bears repeating, things will get easier and easier now because the new energies are building toward new potentials. You will be asked to do less and it will have more effect.

There is no longer a need to act like a warrior, fighting the dark even though the dark appears darker now in comparison. Yes, the dark will resist for a time but you needn't worry. Just release the need to change or control anyone or anything. Show by example how to release the "old world" of your own life and bravely face your own fear of change.

The new world is upon us! Put down your swords and follow your hearts. Throngs of guides are here to help and you are loved more than you know. Walk in peace blessed ones.

It's official!

2010-02-04T16:56:00.012-06:00

I am now a card carrying "SENIOR CITIZEN".

The picture is very dark and hard to photograph. It shows a view of Canada's Parliament Hill at night.

Its funny how nobody gets excited about turning "senior" and yet they are all over turning into a teenager, turning 16, turning 18 and even turning 21. After that it begins to be about holding back your age. I remember I had my first (and worst) age crisis at the old age of 29.

I guess we go merrily along without mentioning how we are dreading getting older until one day we "hit" the big 40. Nothing graceful sounding about that, and friends tend to dig in with the old jokes and the black balloons. I think they do that at 40 because they think that 40 really is getting old and they don't want to point out the obvious later on.

By 50 you are starting to care less about how fast you are aging and are kind of proud to have lived half a century.

By 60 you are starting to get excited about retirement, like when you were 16 and couldn't wait to be 18. The only difference being they were waiting to start and you are waiting to finish. Those last 5 years don't take so long to go by and then there is something to celebrate, the end of life in the working world.

Sure, it doesn't always happen at 65 but there is a point where you are done and you are clear to do anything you want. Remember being a child and how delicious time was. Those long endless summer days, spending time with friends - all day if you wanted. Wake up whenever you want and sleep whenever you want and you don't even have to be responsible for your own expenses if you have savings or a pension.

So I say, lets celebrate turning senior, lets start enjoying senior benefits and discounts and lets talk it up. Congratulate seniors on entering the next phase of their life. Tell them to live it up and do everything they always wanted to do. I know I will.

Accepting Joy

2010-02-04T04:39:00.011-06:00

I just finished enjoying a post by Brenda J. Hoffman on "Brenda's Blog" entitled "You Will Not Fail - You Will Not Fall". She has been a channel for more than 20 years and I find her offerings to be practical and helpful.

Lately, I have been encountering a situation at work which was very irritating to say the least. It involves a group of people who, for a number of valid reasons, have been unable to change their actions in a way which would more easily accommodate the piece I do with them. I could whine about it more but that is really all you need to know.

Thank you for thanking me, you're welcome!

I was getting so worked up about it that I eventually had to let one of my co-workers take over the area temporarily. I was loosing the ability to even be polite, but at the same time knowing that it was really weird to be feeling that way. Anyway, I just bailed to save everyone a bad experience knowing that it was something going on with me but unable to deactivate or solve it.

Sure, I would have solved it eventually but along comes Brenda and blows it all out of the water.

After reading her article I went into a short meditation myself where I saw an effigy of me lying on a lounger and being run through with swords. It was very puzzling until I realized I was fine and watching from a distance.

Hello!

There it is, I am fine at work too, and its not about me at all. This past year everyone has had to work harder because of staff shortages and inadequate funding, yadda, yadda, yadda. I am still fine. I will be fine.

I am a spiritual being in a physical body. I can be in the joy of spirit no matter what. Ah, but I keep forgetting. Isn't that why we are here, to remember that we are indeed spiritual beings?

Thanks Brenda, for the gentle kick in the spiritual butt!

Do You Really Want To Kill Your Ego?

2010-02-01T13:27:00.035-06:00

Steve Pavlina poses this question on his Personal Development Blog dated January 20th, 2010. It's been pestering me since then because there is another side which he is not seeing. Bear with me while I develop another perspective, referencing his article from time to time.

How Steve Sees It

He uses ego to refer to "your physical world identity, mainly your personality and sense of self". I agree! Then he goes on to describe persons who "go all out" with it as "giving away possessions, shaving their heads and spending their days meditating, doing chores and striving to give away any last bits of attachment to their previous identities".

I am willing to grant that these practices do happen, but they need to be seen in the context of their intended goals and not, as Steve sees them, as aberrant activities of a character too weak to engage normal life. The goal of these spiritual seekers is to reconnect their soul selves with source. They may have already recognized that possessions are of no use in that search and are in fact a hindrance. This is not to be understood as a decision to denounce all abundance but simply redistribute it so that it no longer requires you to look after it and protect it from loss. Letting go of material possessions is not a decision that most arrive at easily. It is best framed as an action of releasing rather than as a loss. There are many who have lost their possessions through misfortune. This is not the same unless the loss catapults the person into a spiritual awakening in which they recognize the spiritual lessons which are acquired as a result.

Steve sees many people as trapped in an impossible situation because they see launching a strong career as being too ego based while on the other hand they are unable to relinquish their attachment to their identities and their stuff. I agree. People struggle on both ends of the continuum. Steve recommends that it makes more sense to strive for a career and a strong ego-based life. I on the other hand think a more heartfelt existence can be had by choosing ones spirit as a guiding principle. We need to recognize that many have strived and failed at both. There is a pull toward both ends. Both have merits and it depends on what you want out of your life which one you choose. Steve is right, it is a choice, but what he doesn't concede is that both are valid and both are difficult.

Steve goes on to say that people stuck in the middle like this are usually borderline-broke most of the time. He has singled out healers, readers, massage therapists and such. He calls it "a half-assed approach to enlightenment" while meanwhile they are doing nothing to make the world any better. I am responding to this on my blog because comments are not allowed on his articles. I really wonder why I am bothering except I need to say "Steve, you are missing the boat on this one." Look into it more and maybe even interview with some folk who are on this path before you run it down again.

Building a Stronger Spiritual Base.

Instead of weakening your ego an alternative would be to build a strong spiritual base. Consider what you might achieve with it. Your spirit is your soul. It is what remains when your human form ceases to exist. Exploring your spirit self through study and meditation might lead you to discover you are no longer interested in some aspects of your former life things that were attractive to your ego. To Steve this equates to being "sidelined as a non-player character". Steve recommends that you leave people and situations behind if they are no longer serving your advancement. If you apply this to spiritual pursuits what would it look like? You would probably be leaving behind people who are striving too hard for success and material gain and friends who refuse to accept you as you are. How would you like to develop your spirit during your time here on this earth?

Well Steve, it looks like you were right again. Your stuff is good man, just apply it more universally.

Now comes the curious part of the article where Steve notes some personal attributes which are essential for building character. Strangely, they are the same attributes one gains when building spirit.
I have replaced the words
ego and character with spirit
and replaced as having a strong ego with as you are
and replaced strong people with people
and replaced the strong with them
but the rest is a direct quote.

Spirit-building Ideas

1. Honesty - See how honest and open you can make your character. Be honest in your dealings with others. Stop pretending and hiding who you are. Share yourself openly with the world.

2. Courage - Continually push yourself to face your fears instead of shrinking from them. This will give your spirit more options.

3. Exploration - Learn by trial and error. Step into the unknown and learn by doing. Develop a "spirit" that loves to dive in and learn new things.

4. Service - Tune your "spirit" in the direction of serving others, such that the stronger your "spirit" becomes, the more you push yourself to help people. Make service to others part of your identity.

5. Acceptance - When you accept yourself "as you are", you'll be more willing to accept other "people" into your life as well instead of feeling you need to attack "them" in order to justify your own weakness.

6. Discipline - Develop a "spirit" that identifies itself with good habits like regular exercise and solid productivity.

So What's My Point?

I just wanted to say Steve that you have a great blog. I tapped into it originally because I was just getting going on this blog and you helped my understanding. I don't read all your stuff but I happened to catch this one for some reason and it was like an itch that you can't scratch so what do I do? I blog about it.

The following quote is about as close as I can come to expressing how I feel about this:

"By this time I had already come to see myself as a soul. That's one of the first things any student of Mussar needs to understand and acknowledge, deeply and clearly. Each of us is a soul. Mostly we have been told that we "have" a soul, but that's not the same thing. To have a soul would indicate that we are primarily an ego or a personality that in some way "possesses" a soul. The first step on the path of Mussar is to unlearn that linguistic misconception and to realize that our essence is the soul and that all aspects of ego and personality flow from that essence. At its core, the soul is pure, but habits, tendencies and imbalances often obscure some of that inner light. The lessons of Mussar are all intended to help us correct whatever shortcomings may be preventing the light of our soul from shining through."

– excerpt from Climbing Jacob's Ladder, Alan Morinis

So, you see, one of us is describing the tail and one of us the ears but if we all get together we might be able to see the elephant.

PART TWO Chapter Fourteen

2010-02-01T12:29:00.001-06:00

THE PEOPLE!

When I first became involved with this mission back in the early 1970's, I used to doubt, be sceptical. But what convinced me of it's validity was the people. The unique people I met. It really wasn't the bizarre things that occurred, the way money would arrive at the right moment, or out of nowhere, or even the way events would fall into place far beyond coincidence. It was the people. The spectrum of humanity that I touched and that touched me. All races, all regions of the earth, all religions of the earth, all creeds, philosophies, every one of them was unique.

If you're going to have a future, a new age, then this is exactly what you need. A full spectrum. You can't do it with only one kind of person. You need the whole range to avoid intellectual breeding. When I sit and look back at the people that have crossed my path, it becomes very very clear that someone, somewhere, knows exactly what they're doing.

When I get glimpses of the future, the way it's being assembled, these foundations of the future, these seeds of the new garden, it's apparent that there's a pretty powerfully charged group of people being assembled. Now, charge them with positivity and their accomplishments can be limitless.

The old world can best be compared to the S. S. Titanic, opulence and engineering. A masterpiece of her time. She died! She died because of the arrogance that captured those who were charged with her care. The sheer arrogance that the ultimate calamity couldn't happen. The arrogance that she could carry as many passengers as she wanted, they would never need the life boats anyway. Those at her controls arrogantly thrust her headlong into the iceberg strewn North Atlantic almost daring the gods to do something about it.

That my friend, is what's happened to us. The masters on the bridge have steadfastly ignored the cautions and the warnings and have just as arrongantly run the good ship earth into an iceberg.

Everyday, sadly I watch another 'guaranteed, fail-safe, water-tight bulkhead, buckle under the pressure. You and I realize she's going down and have taken to the boats. It's truly no matter for rejoicing that many are blissfully unaware that anything is wrong. The ship's crew aren't going to tell them.

There is hope though and it lies in the fact that the next time around, there'll be a new crew at the controls, devoid of the arrogance that blinded so many. We are that crew.

PART TWO Chapter Thirteen

2010-02-01T12:27:00.001-06:00

THE GUIDING LIGHT!

We all have guides. Some of us are aware of them and some are not. Nevertheless, they are there and are ready and quite capable to help you develop as long as that development is in the right direction. Most on this plane don't believe in them, and so they are dismissed as something that children can believe in.... for a time.

In fact, we've managed to ignore them to the point that we get along quite nicely on our own, thank you, up to a point. And that point only seems confined to this material plane. They still hang on though, and when the time is opportune they may step in to help a person out of a jam, especially if it'll lift them onto a new path.

On thing is for sure however. They are only interested in the upward evolution of the human. And for that they can literally move mountains if necessary.

They've been describes as angels, spirit helpers, devas, apparations, spacemen (or space-women) what have you. They've appeared in the method by which they would be accepted... angels, balls of light, space travellers, or elderly gentlemen.

These spiritual guides don't appear unless it's important to do so. Only when all other avenues are closed to them do they make a brief appearance. Even then, they don't generally seek to give attention to themselves. The message is the thing. In this case the message isn't the medium! Rarely do people even realize what's occurred with a visitation until after the fact.

In 1975 I knew a young woman librarian who was at a crossroads in her life. And when I came to clean the windows at the office she worked at we would have lunch together. She would usually talk about the turmoil she was going through with her relationship with her boyfriend and so on.

This went on for months, when one day she announced that she now had two men on her mind and didn't know which one to choose. Not long after that meeting she told me of a further occurance. She was in a garden of roses. Many of them looked rather sickly, but scattered here and there were some healthy beautiful flowers. A kindly looking old man wearing white coveralls approached her and said, "How do you like my roses?".

"Fine" she replied, "but how come some are sickly and the others are so beautiful?"

"I had some seeds," he said, "and I scattered them over the garden. Some grew like this, and some like that. Now, choose the most beautiful rose, and it shall be yours".

She said she couldn't make up her mind, that she was unable to choose. So then the gardener moved into the garden and picked a beautiful yellow rose and gave it to her. Then he went back into the bed and picked the most beautiful red rose and gave that to her. Then he walked away. Even while she related the incident, she was still confused about the choice. So I told her to think again about what the gardener had done.

Her eyes just brightened and she said, "Menno, I know, I know which one." The yellow rose had clearly marked out her mate, who, incidently was the blonde one of the suitors.

Then I told her that it was no ordinary gardener, she'd seen. Now, I'm not a gardener, but it's very unusual for roses to be seeded. They're generally grown from a cutting.

The yellow rose signified her future mate, the one she would choose, and the red one was the symbol for herself. You know, just as a matter of interest, when they were married, the weirdest thing happened. Just like a final exclamation point on it all, as they took their vows, and as soon as the minister had said, "what God joins together, let no man put asunder," there was a terrific clap of thinder, right at the very moment, right over the church. I'm telling you, there were more than a few eyes rolled up to the ceiling when that happened.

As for the guides though, they're with you all the time, but very rarely do they make an appearance in dreams or in the waking world.

PART TWO Chapter Twelve

2010-02-01T12:23:00.001-06:00

WHAT'S MINE'S MY OWN!

This chapter is going to be a very short one, but I feel a very important one to include. You know, therehas always been it's a cliche, it's often the basis for jokes. But as never before, the pressure is being felt on this earth that indeed, that is just the case. Now, there are many who are aware of it, but are taking the negative path through it all, and will be mired in it as a result.

Earlier I talked about the elevation that will occur; how the frequency rate will increase to lift "the souls" above it all. The reference to Lot's wife turning back and becoming a pillar of salt I believe is allegorical to her lowering her vibrations to the level of the destruction that occurred, and perished as a result.

Many people are aware that things are not right in the world, and are finally convinced that there will be a major breakdown in society. But instead of turning toward the positive which will lift them away they have everything you could imagine. A year's supply of this, a ton of that, they've constructed underground shelters with water supplies, breathing apparatus, and they're gone to great lengths to protect themselves against the marauding hordes they are convinced will swoop down upon them to rape and pillage. It's a protection belt on fear, not foresight. Fear of the end, not a vision of the beginning.

You know, here it's most applicable to quote, "as ye sow, so shall ye reap". If these people are ready to kill others for their survival, then they will stay at the level of the destruction. They will realize their worst fears. They don't have the faith to rise above it. Their faith is restricted to the material, their material perceptions.

The ultimate insult is the taking of another's life. But if one expects to, then those expectations will likely be met. To expel those ideas is a step onto the elevator to the new age. In other words, what you sow, and these are your beliefs, your fears, your expectations, will surely come back in the harvest. If the seeds are of positivity and faith, that's what you shall reap. If not, ...........

There is a good example of how protection will be provided in the old testament of the Bible. Elisha the successor to the prophet Elijah, was pursued into the hills by an army.He and his servant or assistant. And when things were looking bleakest, the servant told Elisha that all was lost, it was hopeless. At that point, Elisha calls upon God and says, "Open his eyes, that he might see," referring to the servant. He then saw all around them, in the sky, on the hills, a magnificant army facing the threatening 'real' army.

This extra vision restored the faith of the servant, the faith needed for protection. Then Elisha commanded that the army be smitten with blindness, which they were. And blind, they were led by Elisha into captivity, in Samaria, where their sight was restored. The king then wanted to kill the captives but Elisha intervened saying that that was the worst thing to do. Instead, they should treat them as guests, prepare a feast for them, then release them.

This was done and the result was that Israel was never again bothered by that nation. (Kings ll, Chapter 6).

The important points of this story are how faith and positivity removed the threat permanently, and that by treating their captives as guests, then releasing this, they won a far greater victory.... a lasting peace.

Like begets like. Violence simply draws violence. Stay on that plane and you'll draw it to you. And that's why I've never advocated the gathering of weapons for protection in this thing. If you prepare for trouble in this way, on this plane, how can you possibly rise above it? Your only weapon need be faith. It's all you need, and will serve you well.

PART TWO Chapter Eleven

2010-01-30T09:17:00.002-06:00

THE NEW GARDEN!

The Pockets

On a planet
going through a time of great change
it's magnetic blanket rewoven
it's continents and seas overturned
it's races of humanity
tossing to and fro
in a fever of annihilation
there are those places
protected
as if by divine intervention
wherein dwell
the seeds of the future...
"the seeds of Time".

Here a series of mountain valleys
will protect and nourish
the highest strains of humanity
against the harshness of this winter of humanity
just like acorns
lying snug and warm beneath a blanket of snow
holding within their core
the promise of
a "New Tomorrow".

It's as if there are seeds, or a species of people that are being brought into cacoons like caterpillars. Then, winter strikes the garden, everything dies in the harshness of it. In the spring time, the cacoons open up and the beaufiful butterfly emerges. There is a metamorphasis going to take place inside the pockets; Inside these places of supernatural safety.

It will be unnatural, supernatural, how people will live. You know, when I was contacting people I was doing it on two levels. On one level I was delivering the message verbally, while om quite another level I was activating something that can only be described as a power circuit, a power source.

Everyone has, shall we say, one circuit that they operate on in this plane; just as if they are hooked into a power source of thsi plane. But the people that I contact, these eagles, have what is best described as a second circuit compatiable with a power supply not of this plane.

When the power goes off in a city, certain places such as radio stations, police departments and hospitals switch over to an auxilliary power supply and carry on. Now with people, the evolution into the material and away from the spiritual can be likened to their going onto auxilliary power years ago, operating in the material and losing entirely their primary circuit. When the things I've been talking about occur, the power supplying that auxilliary level will fail and that'll be it, game over, so to speak.

Now with the sleeping souls, their primary circuits have been kept open unconsciously by themselves and their guides. The Eagles are having their primary circuit activated by contacts such as myself and they even now, are starting to draw power from that primary source. They will switch over to that primary source entirely when the power supply on the material plane fails.

These unique people, you unique people have your primary circuit tripped already and it's being warmed up now ready for the power failure.

When that power failure occurs, the transition to the pockets of protection will take place. In these pockets like the analogy of a cacoon, the metamorphasis will take place and a new race, more highly evolved will emerge into the new garden of the new age.

As I've said before the initial boost will be dramatic, then there will be a gradual and steady elevation in vibration rate. At first, except for the location, things will be pretty normal as far as life function is concerned. But even this normalcy will be peculiar. You'll eat and drink and require shelter as normal. Now some of those in the pockets won't be able to deal with the transition despite the help they'll receive as soon as they arrive. They'll be unable to accept that they can continue living through an atomic holocast, or perhaps they'll return mentally to the material planes out of fondness for possessions they have left. They will die, even in the pockets. The sad part is that it will happen, simply because people won't be able to accept that they can live.

This is a very, very important task of the Eagles. They are the ones who must explain to the new kids on the block exactly what's happened, why they are still living and how to stay that way.

It's a job of healing of sorts. The magnitude of what is going to occur is one thing when you deal with it in the abstract, as we can only do without acrtually experiencing it. But dealing with it as a fact is going to be staggering enough for those of us aware and prepared, let alone for those who'll be taken totally unawares.

The healing comes in dealing with the shock they'll experience when it dawns on them what's occurred. And don't underestimate my friends, the impact it will have. Neither underestimate it's impact on you. You however, will be able to deal with it through meditation and prayer.

You'll have to teach these newcomers how to deal with it safely. Minds will be shattered through the dislocation of their world, everything they've known, held onto for security, gone. Only they remain, in a new and strange place. Certain people, such as yourselves, have been brought to the realization and acceptance that the world, life as it is now, will disappear. Others have not.

What they must realize is that the old image of life will change. Like an old tattered coat being sluffed off, the outer covering will change. There will be that evolutionary up-stepping going on in order to be compatiable with the planetary up stepping which will be going on simultaneously to bring about this new garden.

NOTE: To Be Continued.

PART TWO Chapter Ten

2010-01-30T09:12:00.002-06:00

For The Harvest of the Earth is Ripe!

The tribulation, the holocaust, Armageddon, whatever you want to call it, seems to be almost upon us. Now, I don't want to come across as a doomsday prophet, but we are at the end of an age. The signs seem to be all about. Astrologically, it is the end of the Piscean Age and the start of that of Aquarius. For those less inclined to the so-called pseudo-science, the Israelites have a homeland. One solid sign from the bible that the age is closing.

We possess the means to annihilate all life on the planet through atomic weapons and now seem on the verge of it by actually talking about using them. There seems to be more and increasing moral corruption in all quarters of the affuent world, while the rest of it straves to death, and on and on and on. There are many publications that look in depth at supporting the arguments that the New Age is almost here.

It's not my role to convince anyone of that, nor is it my role to deal with the negative side of the event to any great depth. My role is concerned with the New Age, and the "seeds of time", the seeds of the garden of the new age.

But what of the autumn and winter which will precede the spring in this new garden? Briefly, here is what I've been given.

The things I have been shown run roughly along with the metaphors in the Bible, but not exclusively so. It would appear that the time of tribulation will occur in its beginning stages in North America, the new Babylon. In fact, given the economic crisis, and world wide humiliations that the United States have endured in just these past couple of years, it may already have started.

The main event, though, I believe, will be triggered by something catastrophic happening in North America. My best guess is an earthquake of unprecedented magnitude in the area of Southern California, more volcanic activity and so on. Natural events, so to speak. In fact, the sequence I saw was one of natural disaster followed very quickly by economic collapse, followed by a nuclear attack! And I was further shown that the attack would be precipitated by some action of the Pentagon. That was even alluded to in the writings of Nostradamus from the 1500's.

In August of 1979, I received a message, through a medium, that was so astounding I didn't want to face it. I was told that the period of tribulation that would start with the destruction of America, would end with the passing of a comet, such that the earth would in effect be sterilized by fire. That all life, except that which was sort of divinely protected, would be extinguished. To tell the truth, I'd been told about the comet in 1976, and I hadn't wanted to face it then either. So I blotted it out of my mind.

I was in an occult bookstore in Vancouver (British Columbia, Canada) one afternoon, just browsing around. In fact, I had felt rather compelled to go there. Anyway, not long after I was there, a strange looking fellow approached me and said he had something to tell me, and that we should step outside.

When we'd left the store he told me about the comet. That it would be sort of the exclamation point at the end of the age. He said, This will be the sign that the comet is coming. He said, "when there is a civil war in Iran, strange things will happen. A man with a funny name starting with "K" will come to power through this disruption. He'll be like a crazy man.... and that will be your sign that the comet is on its way."

It was so stark, so ominous, that I told Sharon about the encounter, then promptly shoved it out of my mind. Then, what was it, four years later we sat and watched as the news programs reported the arrival from France of the Ayatollah Khomeine, to take charge after the flight of the Shah! Sharon asked, "What did that guy tell you in 1976?" Well, it all came back with a bang!

At the time of the encounter in 1976, Iran was the west's keystone of defense in the Middle East. There was no country more stable, or so it appeared, than Iran. To talk about a revolution there was ludicrous, right?

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....we refer to the last verse of Luke, Chapter 17;
"And they answered and said unto him, where to Lord? And he said unto them, Wheresoever the body is, thither will the eagles be gathered together."

Do you know what the eagle is? It's a very high symbol. No matter what the culture, or where you come form, the eagle is always the highest symbol, excludng of course those cultures where the eagle didn't live.

In nature the eagle is the highest flying bird, the only creature in nature that can look directly into the sun and not destroy its eyes. From that you can draw the analogy to these certain people who are like eagles, spiritual eagles. They can look into the light of God, euphemistically, the sun, without being destroyed. You know, that analogy to the eagles has come time and time again when referring to the likes of you, to whom I'm speaking. THE CODE WORD IS EAGLES! And the eagles are being gathered together.

HOME!
High on a mountain
overlooking the valleys,
two men stand looking down
upon the place of refuge.

One of them,
the younger of the two asks
"Are the eagles all here?
are they all safe?"

The older one with weather beaten features
in farmer's clothes
raises his right arm and makes
a wave-like motion towards the sky.

The air is suddenly filled
with a multitude of shining figures
some so bright
they seem next to invisible.

Beams of rainbow colored lights
flash to the older one
and then he says

"Yes, my son
the Eagles are all safe
the Eagles are home
for the night.

My main role is with those eagles. Waking them up, making them aware. The 'body' of believers will remain totally unaware until after the event. Then it becomes the job of the Eagles to explain what has happened.

Again too, I'd like to stress that this discussion of the 'Christ' is of a spiritual, not religious nature. There are no boundaries here as far as religious dogma, one does not have it over the other, one isn't better than the other. For these purposes, those that have it, so to speak, over the others, are those that have achieved the Christ Consciousness regardless of whether or not they're labelled it as such.

Speaking of waking them up, the Eagles that is, very strange things will occur preceding the holocaust. There will be a light that will be seen around the world simultaneously. It will be visible to the naked eye, everybody will see it, and it will occur right before the action. It is the sign of the start It's really so hard to believe, but it's the sign that the final tribulations are about to start.... WITH A BANG! This is believed to be the vision that was given to those girls at Fatima. They passed on the information to the Roman Catholic Church in Rome and it was viewed only by Pope John XXIII, who is said to have paled when he read it, not revealing to the world its contents. Officially at any rate.

Fatima, however, wasn't the only place where this was revealed. Nostradamus writes of it. John the Revelator in Revelations saw it. The beginning of Chapter 18;

"I saw another angel come down from heaven, having great power. And the Earth was lighted by his glory."

Then he goes on to talk about the destruction of Babylon, the U.S. many believe, about this most affluent place being destroyed by fire in one hour.

"... Babylon the great is fallen..."
(then verse 8) "therefore shall her plaques come in one day. Daeth, mourning, and famine; and she shall be utterly burned with fire; for strong is the God who judgeth her."
"... for in one hour such great riches is come to naught."

So there it is. At the beginning of that chapter of Revelations John saw an angel having great authority come and light the world with his splendor. And it will be unnatural because we can't conceive of the whole globe being hit at the same time.

Then it goes on to talk about the sleeping souls being taken out just before all hell breaks loose. In verse four John says;

"and I heard a voice from heaven saying, come out of her my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plaques."

Then comes the destruction, while the world watches;

"And the kings of the Earth who have committed fornication and lived deliciously with her, shall bewail her and lament her, when they shall see the smoke of her burning. Standing afar off for the fear of her torment saying, 'Alas, alas, that great city Babylon, that mighty city! For in one hour is thy judgement come."

Now, what does that describe? What is the wealthiest most affluent place on the globe right now? The Babylon of modern times? I would say that's a pretty vivid picture of North America.

As I've said before, my concern is with the counter-action that will happen with the 'seeds of time', the 'seeds of the future'. The positive people. When they are taken out of an area, that area will collapse on itself. It's as if these people are the keystones of the society of which they are a part. When every positive person is taken from Vancouver (Canada) that city will die. The negativity will just kill it. And that's why the reference to Noah and Lot. As soon as they'd departed.. the roof fell in. I think this shows that the world will continue as usual until those keystones are removed.

PART ONE - Epilogue

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We are still on the case, Sharon, the boys, and I. We live by spiritual guidance every day. Many times since we "stepped out into space" in January of 1978, we found ourselves in positions where we truly didn't know how our needs would be met, from the next meal to the next roof over our heads.

Everytime we found ourselves in that position though, something miraculous would occur, and we'd be okay for another period. Our needs would be met. Neither had we had to live in conditions of poverty. It seems that we've had to walk the line but we've always been put on the right side of it. It's as if the Spirit of God wanted to lead us into situations where we couldn't humanly provide for ourselves, protect ourselves, fend for ourselves.

This has led to more than a few struggles within, as well as between, ourselves. We live in a very materialistic and security conscious society where it's what you have, what you can get and how, or who you are, that counts.

Many of the values of what you become in service to others, and what you give rather than what you take from life, have been lost. Not for long I expect.

Our struggle is between the lower self, and the higher self, and it's a struggle waged in the mind, not at the office, or at the bank, or with the bill collector. It's as if the spirit within is speaking to us saying, "Just because it appears that you are helpless, doesn't mean that the situation is hopeless."

The lessons leraned by us to reveal to others, such as you, are lessons of positivity, the value of the good thought, the good word, or the positive action, instead of the bad or the negative.

The lesson of acceptance, the loss of the almost innate human necessity to judge others in our terms, when we can only judge ourselves by our terms. And most of all, the lesson of Faith. Having the faith to do what's required, and know that in doing the job, the material needs will be met. It's perhaps the hardest lesson to learn, and even harder to live. But these last ten years have given rise to ever increasing levels of Faith.

PART ONE Chapter Nine

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IT'S NO SHAME TO BE POOR, BUT IT'S NO GREAT HONOR EITHER!
- Tevye

When we got back from Europe, we didn't have a cent. We spent what we had fulfilling the inspiration that we received. But there we were, staying at a motel in Richmond, near the Vancouver airport, wondering how we'd pay the bill at the end of the week.

We knew some people who had money, and who'd told us to come and see them if we needed a hand. I was thinking about taking them up on their offers, when I got a flash that said, "Be prepared for a surprise." Nothing more, just that!

Soon after, I contacted a friend of ours who wanted to talk to me. She was on a disability pension at the time. While we were talking in a restaurant, right out of the blue she says, "I've got a feeling I've got to give this to you. I just got a little inheritance from Ireland. It's not much, but it's two hundred and fifty dollars. It's for you. You need this for some reason." I was astonished. She didn't know about our financial condition, and she was barely making it herself.

I was shocked. And I guess my ego was involved somewhat as well. How could I take her money? But the inspiration had warned me to be prepared for a shock. But I didn't want to accept it; that's a pretty humbling thing you know.

It's sort of like being on the street with a cup in your hand, and the rich folks that have the means pass you by, while the ones who barely scratch out enough for themselves are the ones contributing. It was all she had, and she was offering it to me.

"No, don't worry," she said. "you need it."

Well, she was right about that! I did take the money, and that's what got us going again during our first week back from Europe.

A year and a half later, at that same restaurant, at the same table in fact, the manager of the shoe store I referred to earlier in the book, and I were having coffee, when all of a sudden he pulls out a cheque book and writes me a cheque for two hundread and fifth dollars.

"Hey, I've got a feeling I've got to do this," he said.

Usually money only comes like that when it's needed and I couldn't figure out why he was writing the cheque. Then it dawned on me. It was needed, but not by me. It was for the woman who'd helped us out of a jam earlier.

So I took the money to her, and she did need it at that time. She was crying, she was so surprised. Who says someone isn't keeping track?

PART ONE Chapter Eight

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IF IT'S TUESDAY, THIS MUST BE HOLLAND

On March 15th, 1978, we took off for Europe. We'd sold our house, realizing about ten thousand dollars after all the bills were paid. The money I'd received from the sale of my business had been eaten up by the travel to that point.

We travelled very fast, and sometimes very expensively. It wasn't for the luxury though I can assure you. It was so that we could be in the right places at the right time to make the contacts. We weren't tourists by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, when we left we thought the trip would be a month, at least. In three weeks it was all over. And so was the money.

What we were being shown was that the money wasn't important, the mission was. And if it took it all, then so be it. After all, it was only money. But for the trip. that money put us into areas to make the connections, and boy, did we make connections.

London turned out to be a major stop along the way. We were guided to about ten individuals during the four days we were there.

One afternoon we were walking down a street near Victoria Station. It was just a little street off to the side, you know, off the beaten path. As we were walking along a young woman came up to us and just mentioned something about Belgrade Square. I'm not sure what else she said, but she had clearly mentioned Belgrade Square. Then she walked on up ahead of us. We followed along behind because we were going the same direction.

Well, she reached the corner before us, of course, and when she got there she turned onto another street. When we reached the same corner a moment later, she was gone. It wasn't as if she'd disappeared into a crowd, because there was no crowd. The street was empty, and she was no where to be seen.

Later on that evening, I felt like going for a walk by myself. I walked for hours and hours through London by myself, sort of walking in a big circle. Finally I found myself in a large square. A big open area with a road around it, with a small grassy park-like area in the middle. All around the area were buildings that looked like embassies. In fact, that's what they were.

As I stood there taking it all in, a man got out of a red car and asked if he could be of any help to me. So I asked him where I was.

He replied, "You're in Belgrade Square."

There it was. The disappearing lady from earlier in the afternoon had said it, now, here I was.

Then the guy asks, "Are you doing anything in particular?"

I told him no and he suggested I go with him. He says, "I'd like to show you the best little pub in England."

It was right off of the square in an alley, and he took me in there. It's funny that I should do that anyway because I don't drink, but here's me going into a pub.

He took me to a round table where there were three others sitting, and introduced me around. This fellow that brought me in said he was an actor on the London stage, and his two sons, one was a student, the other an actor as well. And when I was introduced to the third man, you could have knocked me over with a feather.

Here at the table was the very man who had been named by my contact on the train from Ottawa to Toronto. His name was David so in so. The name was right, and he was a writer in the theatre.

Imagine, a stranger on a train in Canada names a writer in London and says I must talk to him and two months later in a city of ten million people, while I'm walking aimlessly around London, or so it seemed, I'm taken directly to the man.

This to the average person would seem incredible. Yet it happened not just the once, but many many times. And I mention this to underline that I've gone out on a limb time after time, and I mean way out, but never have I been stranded. It's all been done on faith, and each time it's held up. I've never been left dangling! The guidance has been solid all the way through.

We connected with people from all over Europe. All nationalities, all races. On April 14th, Sharon and the boys flew home, and left me to wrap things up with a final high speed sweep.

I went to Paris, spent eight hours there and never saw the Eiffel Tower, or the Arc de Triomphe. I just rendezvous'd with a fellow, an American black writer in fact, laid the trip on him, and stayed over at his apartment. The next day he drove me to the railway station and I was off again. Stuttgart, West Germany, was the next stop. Overnighted there, then the next morning I was off to Cologne, from there to Berlin, and back again all in a matter of hours. All the time connecting, connecting, connecting!

The trip to Berlin was nothing short of incredible. I never ceased to be astounded at the inter-plays. When I was in the Cologne station, I was standing in front of the train board waiting for inspiration to strike. It's a big board too, not like here. There were maybe a hundred and fifty or more trains coming and going. Anyway, as I was scanning it, the Paris-Warsaw Express just seemed to jump out at me, with Berlin as one of the destinations. That's the one, I thought. So I decided that I'd be going to Berlin.

Now I had a couple of hours to kill, and for some strange reason I felt compelled to exchange my money. So I went to the exchange booth which they have in the stations over there, and exchanged my Swiss francs and German marks, converting them all into pounds sterling.

Now for one in the middle of Germany, and going further in, this may appear as a rather silly thing to do. I didn't think anything of it though, and off I went on the train to Berlin.

When I boarded the train I asked the conductor whether or not my Eurail Pass would be good for the trip to Berlin. He said it was. Something kept bothering me about it though, so I asked him again a little later, and again he assured me that it was fine. As a result I never bought a ticket.

When the train crosses the border into East Germany, as it must to get to Berlin, the train crew changes. All of them, engineers, porters, conductors, the works, change off with an East German crew. Then with the change made, off they go again through a rather intimidating barbed wire corridor.

Shortly after we'd left the border at Helmstead, the new conductor came through the train collecting tickets. Wouldn't you know, he told me that the Eurail pass is no good for the section into Berlin, that I must buy a ticket.

"You need a ticket, you must buy a ticket. I'll sell you a ticket now."

All I had to offer were my English pounds and American Express travellers cheques.

"No good," he said, it must be marks, German marks."

Naturally they'll accept West German marks and convert them on the spot, but nothing else.

"You go to second class. " he said, just like a reprimand, as if he's really saying,'you bad boy, you go to second class for punishment'.

So I gathered up my stuff and went back to the second class section, wondering what was going to happen next, would I get kicked off the train, or what?

I found a compartment that had one other man in it, and soon we got to talking. Now, I don't speak any of the European languages except a tiny bit of German. However, I found out that the fellow was a Greek businessman involved in pipelines, and he was on his way to Berlin. All this accomplished despite the fact we have no common language. Somehow we were communicating! Somehow I managed to get the message across as well, and I had my connection.

As if on cue, as soon as I had accomplished that, the conductor showed up.

"Now I sell you ticket," he says. "Go to dining car and change your money there, then come back and buy ticket."

The strange thing about it all was what if I hadn't changed my money in Cologne, I would have been able to buy a ticket from the conductor in the first place, and would have ridden into Berlin by myself. The first class car was virtually empty except for me.

I spent the night in Berlin, without making a contact, then on the train out the next day I connected with a priest and a school teacher.

Fifty hours it took me to travel from Berlin across Europe, back across the channel to London, then grab a Laker to New York, another flight to Chicago, from there to San Fransisco, then on home to Vancouver.

Around the world in eighty days? Would you believe eighty hours?

Another aspect of it all was language. I'm no linguist as I've already mentioned, yet somehow the communication occurs. It's as if the vibrations carry the message and are more important than the crude symbology of the words. Here's one example of how it seemed to work, even though it didn't occur in Europe.

In the fall of 1977, before I went to Europe, I was speaking with some people in a Katimavik group. I was talking with one young man from Montreal. Just sitting quietly in a corner talking to him at a normal rate of speed, when another young man from the group came over and joined us. He said that he knew the fellow I was talking with, and cautioned me that if I wanted to be understood, I would have to speak much more slowly because he knew very little English.

As soon as this was said the French-Canadian fellow chimed in, "No, no, no, him I understand," he said pointing at me, "You", he told the other fellow, "I don't understand!"

All the way along the difference in languages hasn't seemed to affect the communication. It takes place anyway and the message seems to be received in good order.

PART ONE Chapter Seven

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CHANGE OF LIFE

January first, 1978, was like stepping off into space. I sold my business for six thousand dollars, then waited for the guidance to tell me what I was supposed to do.

It wasn't long in coming. Every night until the eighth, I had dreams that showed me people, faces like, Japanese, Spanish, Black, and so on, many nationalities. I was shown destinations such as, Chicago, Winnipeg, and so on. Then, during the day, I spent my time getting ready to travel, cleaning up loose ends, buying suitcases, and the like.

January 8, 1978, the command came through. I was told, "Tomorrow morning, you go to the airport and get the flight that routes through Calgary and then to Chicago." So the next morning Sharon drove me to the airport and dropped me off. I told her I didn't know what was going to happen but that I'd phone here whenever I landed.

The clerk at the Air Canada counter told me that the flight I wanted had been booked since the previous Wednesday, with a waitlist. She said, "You're crazy. This is ‘the' connecting flight for people coming home from hawaii, or wherever, and going on back east after the Christmas holiday.

Not only that, but it was the favorite for businessmen as well because it was the morning plane to Calgary. Anyway, I said I'd go standby, put my luggage on and waited. Sure enough, after all the regular passengers had boarded, they call my name and on the plane I go. It seemed impossible, particularly to some I talked to who'd been waitlisted for a week. But it was supposed to be.... and it was.

I made the trip to Chicago as the dreams had shown and I made my connections with the very people I'd seen in those dreams.

From Chicago, I went to Ottawa where I visited my brother Jake, and his wife Ellen, and told them the story. Then I met Ray Hudson and his wife Edna, and told them as well. Incidently, Edna and Ellen are sisters.

The next stop after Ottawa was to be Toronto and it was on the train trip there that I had one of the most remarkable connections occur. Before I left Ottawa, my brother and I tried to get me a roommate because it's an overnight trip. Nothing doing. They told us that there were none available. So I ended up with a lower berth instead.

The next morning they got me up fairly early and the porter told me that he wanted to make the berth up into the normal seat for day use.

In order to do this, he took me along the car and put me into an empty roomette. He said he'd come and get me when he was finished.

Now, I'm not your most alert morning person, but it didn't take me too long to realize where I was. In a roomette... an empty roomette. And last night in Ottawa they'd told us that there were no roomettes available. Then I sort of had a hunch to check out the rest of the roomettes, and sure enough, most of them were empty as well.

How come? I'm figuring now that there must be a good reason for all this. But it wasn't apparent yet.

I was puzzled about it all when the porter came back and took me to my seat. Then within a few minutes he brought another fellow over to the empty seat across from me. He told him to wait there while his berth was being made up.

Then I started to add it all up. They tell me no roomettes on a train that's virtually empty. They put me in an empty one to make up my berth, but not so with the fellow across from me.

BANG! CONTACT! I realized, this fellow had been set up for me to make this connection. After all, if I'd had a roomette, it's not likely the porter would have knocked on the door of the roomette and asked to put someone else in with me while his berth was being made up. So, here it is. The connection.

I started to talk with the guy. I was just starting to open up to him when he interrupted me.

"I know," he said. "I know what you're doing. Now, Here's what you'll be doing in Toronto. You go to the Sheraton Center when you get to Toronto. Then move over to the Windsor Arms, and you'll meet your people."

Can you imagine my surprise when it dawned on me that he was contacting me. I wasn't contacting him. It was the other way around. Not only that, but in the process he told me that I would be going to London, England. Now, up to this time, I wasn't even aware that I'd go overseas with this thing, but what he said was to the contrary. He said, "When you're in London, England, you will be contacting a certain writer named David...." I'll leave his last name off. But he named the writer and said I'd be seeing him. Then we shook hands and the contact left. He seemed to disappear from the train.

Now, I had an extra element to deal with. Obviously I was goingh to go overseas, but that was a few months away yet.

In all of my travelling, as unbelievable as it may seem, every detail was taken care of. Every one.

A month after I'd hit the road, February, 1978, I got my orders to fly to Edmonton, on a day's notice. This time though the travel instructions included a dress code. Usually I travelled pretty casually, in denim, with a sheepskin jacket, very casually. But this time I was told, "You put on a suit; get 'X' Air Canada flight to Edmonton. But PUT ON A SUIT." Boy, was that emphasised.

I don't like wearing a suit and tie at the best of times, but I'm told to put on a suit, so okay, I'll put on a suit. That's all I was told, except that I would get the rest of the flight plan when I got to Edmonton.

Eleven o'clock at night, I was standing in front of the hotel board in Edmonton International Airport wondering where to spend the night. Just as I was making up my mind on one certain place, I heard a voice beside me.

"Are you thinking about trying (such in such) hotel?"

Just like he was reading my mind, because the one he named was the one I was thinking about. I looked at him, noticed he was wearing a beard, but otherwise dressed in a suit. When he asked me about the hotel, he just kept talking to answer his own question.

"Don't bother, they're full."

So I tried another. I picked up the receiver and pushed a button, but it wouldn't ring. Meanwhile he picked up another receiver beside mine, pushed a button, then handed it to me.

"Here," he said, "you're staying at the Edmonton Plaza."

They answered, and in a moment I was checked in. Then I turned to say something else to the fellow and he was gone. He didn't call a hotel for himself, just for me, after he's read my mind, and then poof, he was gone!

Now it's coming clear as to why I was ordered to dress in a suit. The Plaza is a pretty posh place, a little conservative, and they would'nt have been too fussy about me wandering in dressed as usual in jeans.

I spent the night there without further incident. But when I woke up in the morning I was feeling a little frustrated. I hadn't received anything as to what I should be doing, who I should see and so on. As the morning wore on I became even more agitated, so I decided to go for a walk, clear my mind out a bit. I wandered over to the library, just trying to relax. Still nothing was coming.

I walked through the main floor and then the second floor, and then...... wait a minute. Over in the corner was a fellow who looked a bit like a hobo.

"Hey, that looks like one of those guys, one of those guides." I thought. And right at that second, he turned and looked right at me, and he winked!

"No... it can't be! It's too cliche, it's too obvious!" Here I am again ignoring a sign. I walked to the other side of the library where they had some lounge chairs, and I sat down there to think.

Just like a flash, this guy is beside me. Ther's just no way that I could see, that he could come from the other side of the library that fast. But there he was just about ten feet from me, and he started thumbing through a magazine on a table.

"Is this Valentine's Day?" he asked the quetsion without looking up, or without interrupting his thumbing through the book. All very James Bondish!

"Yes," I said, "it's February fourteenth."

"I have a valentine for a person in Calgary," he said, "there's a person in Calgary you're supposed to see."

He still hasn't looked up at me. Then he said, "Here, this is for you." And he gave me a piece of paper. It was a little poem titled, "Change of Life".

"There's so much good in the worst of us,
So much bad in the best of us,
Sometimes it's hard to say which one of us,
Ought to reform the rest of us."
When I looked up from reading it, he was gone. But my reaction was, "Wow!" The fog just started to lift right there.

It made me laugh actually because it solved the dilemna I had since arriving. What I was being told in the note was that you can't look at people and judge who's in or who's out of this whole project. Just like he was saying to me, "It's not up to you to say, you're in, or you're out, or you're part of the future but you aren't."

Then I got a message that just said, "Relax, flow, we'll pick you up. Just pretend you're a tourist. Go back to the hotel, order up a hamburger or something. Act like a tourist!"

So I did just that, and it all started happening. 'Those people right there... that lady over there... this person.. now that person." And it was all flowing.

When I got to Calgary, I was guided to a young woman working as a waitress in the Calgary International Hotel. I wasn't staying there, but I got the feeling, "Go there" deliver the Valentine, so to speak.

After I told her the story, she comes back with the confirmation. She told me about a recurring dream that she is leading many people up into the mountains to safety. Far below the cities are burning, and above the sky is filled with lights that only she can see. She said that she was in communication with them and that they were helping her help the people. And here I was telling her that she would lead people in the future. That she would be a source for their safety and peace of mind.

You know, I've reflected on that note that I was given in Edmonton, quite a bit. And it sure fits the bill, "Change of Life". That's exactly what it's all about...... a big change!

PART ONE Chapter Six

2010-01-27T13:19:00.002-06:00

THE SPORTSMAN CAFE

The frequency of the trips away from Vancouver built up through 1977, as did the number of contacts, both in and outside the city. It became very clear as to why I had the occupation I did. As a window cleaner, I could operate ‘undercover' very easily. I wasn't tied to regular hours. I could come and go wherever and whenever I wished. It literally opened doors for me since as a window cleaner I had a legitimate reason to be almost anywhere; from the homes of judges, to corporation executive's offices. I could infiltrate, so to speak, every level of society.

One place I could usually be found regularly during this time was in the Sportman's Cafe on Dunsmuir in Vancouver. It's not the same place anymore, new owners, new decor, it's totally different. But I used to go there every morning to have breakfast and generally I'd be there until about ten. Now, that might sound like a long breakfast, but with all the people I saw in that place it's a wonder I got my breakfast at all.

I could write a book just on the contacts I made sitting in that booth near the back. Through most of 1977 the cafe became a clearing house, of sorts.

One morning I was sitting there eating breakfast and reading the paper when all of a sudden I was compelled to look up and check out the door. Right at that moment a woman about twenty-eight years old came in. As I watched her, the command came, "Her". Well, I shrugged it off. You know, you run the gambit of your human emotions and sometimes you wonder if it's just your imagination. Anyway, I tried to go back to the paper, but it just wasn't working. "Her, you go talk to her'> I was still hearing that command. So I said to myself, okay, I've got nothing to lose.

I walked up to her booth and said, "Excuse me, I've got a feeling about you right now. I can tell you something about your future. I'm not really psychic. I just get this with some people." So she invited me to sit down and tell her.

"You're going to find yourself in a certain valley. You'll be there, and some of your friends will be there with you. You'll be safe from harm there." When I finished the story she had something startling for me.

"Look", she said, "this is really strange. You couldn't really do this to anyone else in this restaurant. Last night I had a dream; in fact, just a few hours ago. In it, I was sitting in my living room in my house just talking with some friends. All of a sudden a ball of light just comes through the wall into the room and hovers right in front of us." As they were looking at it she said, they all conked out and when they came to, they were in a valley, green grass, mountains, it's all there. Her friends are there. Then she said that a woman came up to her and told her that everything was okay, that her and her husband were looking after things in the valley, that they'd be alright.

She said that she had the distinct impression that the ball of light had something to do with their getting to the mountains. It was like two parts coming together. She had just had the dream. Now, here I was with the rest of it.

One morning, toward the end of 1977, I had quite a conversation with the manager of a shoe store in the area. He'd been coming to the cafe for years to have coffee. I knew him to see him, but I'd never spoken with him before.

I was aware that somewhere down the road I would be speaking with him. But the fellow had an alcohol problem and hadn't been in the right frame of mind. Anyway, this morning he walked into the place and without hesitation walked to my booth, sat down, shaking his head and saying, "I can't believe it. I don't believe it." Then he pointed at me and said, "Last night, in the middle of the night, I had this dream, powerful dream. So powerful that I'm awake and I'm still seeing it."

"I saw all these people in the mountains, and there was a lot of confusion and chaos. And there were all these people and they didn't know what was happening. Like a big revolution had occurred or something, in the cities, and all these people were in the hills." He said, "I'm there", and then he pointed to me, "and you're there and you knew what was happening. And I don't believe it. I mean, you look just like a window cleaner." I was sitting there in my coveralls. He continued, "Do you know what happened? I helped to calm down all of those people and they settled down and you were helping me."

"Look", I said, "It's true. It will happen and you will help to bring about a sense of order out of all this confusion when everything seems to be disintegrating." I told him. "I was told about you and your involvement in these matters. During a trip into the mountains I was told about you and your role."

Now, at the time I had been told about him and his role he was nowhere near being able to accept the message or deal with any of this. For one thing, he had a drinking problem. Anyway, I told him that now that he was coming to me he was finally ready for the rest of the material to correlate with his dream. So I told him.

At that time he was going through a pretty rough period in his life and was heavy into alcohol. But shortly after this event had transpired, he had sort of the crowning touch to get him straightened around. He almost died. You know, one of those near death experiences, only in this case he had a repeat performance of the dream, only showing him in an even more vital role than he was first shown. Since that occurred he's gone on the wagon, cleaned up his act and got it all together.

Now, back to the restaurant. A few days later I was in there having my breakfast when this old man came in. He'd caught my attention a couple of weeks earlier and I'd found out that he was eighty-two years old. I was wondering if he was one I had to contact. Well, as if to answer the question I was just formulating in my mind, I got, "No, he will be one who leaves. He's one of the people that has laid the ground work, the foundation on which you are building. He's done his work. When the event occurs, he won't be lifted into the pockets. He'll be taken to other planes, but he won't have to go through the death experience." This is what I was told about this old man. He'll go in a manner similar to the way Elijah, in the Old Testament did. He won't die, he'll just leave.

The old man came into the restaurant one day, still early in November of 1977. As he came over to me, he said, "I've got to tell you about this thing I have just seen. It was like a dream vision. It happened last night.." He continued, "I was shown as being on my knees and there was an angel beside me kneeling and in front of us was a powerful light. A really strong light. And there was a lovely feeling coming off of the light." Then he said he thought the light was Jesus and just kept marveling at how wonderful it was. Then he said, "the angel turned to me and said, ‘you shall not be caught up from the grave'."

This is a literal thing that a great many people believe, those sort of biblical fundamentalists. They believe that those who will die before the rapture are like sleeping souls who are then called from the grave. Then there are these others who will be caught up from their body. Caught up alive, as it were, when the rapture happens, without going through death.

This old man thought that because of his age he would die like everyone else. But he said to me, "I always thought that this would happen after I'd died, that I'd be coming up out of the grave. But now I know differently. It's soon, it's going to happen soon.: He said, "I know because I haven't that far to go. And this angel is telling me that I'll be caught up from the body, not from the grave." He said, "and it will happen before I die."

As if to correlate the old man's experience, that very same week I received a letter from a man in the States with whom I'd been corresponding. I'll simply refer to him as an eminent leader of a foundation for the study of ESP.

I had written to him a couple of months before telling him of my experiences, and I asked him if he thought my experiences were coming from an objective source, or were they something I was conjuring up inside.

His reply came back that same week, the first week of November, and it said that I was right; that there was just too much negativity in the world to prevent what was going to happen. He said he was sure that what I was getting was from an objective source. He related that he'd had visions that were similar to mine. He'd been shown the ‘light that would shine around the world' when the event occurs.

This foundation leader is an old man as well, and in the letter he related a vision he's had when he was a boy back in 1912. His childhood was spent in peaceful surroundings both in his outside environment as well as in his home. There didn't seem to be any outside stimulus for the vision that he experienced.

In the dream he saw himself as an older white haired gentleman and the scene before him was one of horror. As far as he could see, the whole scene around him was of a landscape black and burned with just a few survivors picking around in the rubble. And all the time he felt like a young boy in an old man's body. He was really shaken by the dream, he cried for days after. He had the dream twice more. Once after World War One and again after World War Two, as if to tell him that the time of the vision was not yet. That it hadn't occurred yet. This man has spent his life as an advocate of positive thinking, but there he was telling me that it had gone too far. That the negativity was too great.

He is now eighty-three years old. He's not too active anymore, but now here he is, a white-haired old gentleman.

PART ONE Chapter Five

2010-01-27T13:02:00.003-06:00

ON THE ROAD AGAIN

After I'd served my apprenticeship in Vancouver, the guides started moving me around the country. They weren't ones for giving me much notice either. Generally I'd get just a couple of hours warning.

One Thursday morning, for example, I was eating breakfast when the thought came, "You're going to the prairies." I didn't really know whether to believe it or not, but my confirmation came in the form of a horoscope, of all things. I seldom look at the horoscopes in the paper, but just for the heck of it, right after the thought about the prairies, I turned to the thing and there under Libra, it said, "Travel plans are known by those in high places. It's time you should know." I just said "Wow!". I mean, there was somebody talking to me. When I got home that evening, I told Sharon, "I get the feeling that I'm supposed to go to Saskatoon." She agreed with me, that my feeling was right, then surprised me by saying she felt I should go to Regina as well.

So the next morning she drove me to the airport just as if I was going on a business trip.

I walked into the ticket counter, and you know, I really shouldn't have been able to get on, on such short notice, but there I was, ticket in hand getting on the plane. Now, the people I was sitting beside told me that this was ‘the' flight to take, to get to Saskatoon. It had a meal and so on. Most people preferred this flight over the others.

"You're lucky to get on this flight," they said. And I agreed. I guess I got really lucky all right.

On the flight, I talked with a teacher from Saskatoon, and left her with the message. When I arrived I had a feeling that I should go get a car from Budget. So I walked up to the desk, thinking maybe I'd get one of those neat Monte Carlos. But a countering thought came in and told me to ask for a ‘Cutlass' instead. So I did, and was told they didn't have one. I asked her to check again, and sure enough they did have one. But she said it was going back to Regina, and besides, it was reserved. Then she asked, "Is your name Pauls?"

Well, there it was. And you know, I hadn't reserved it.

When I left the airport with the car, I just drove around for a while. Then I asked out loud, "Why do I have this car?" And right away the answer came.

"There are two hitch-hikers just outside of town. Pick them up." Well, I countered that thought and asked again why I had the car. I could have taken the train, or the bus, or even flown to Regina, so why the car? And again I clearly got, "two hitch-hikers, just outside of town. You are to pick them up."

So I checked into a motel for the night and the next morning I left for Regina. Just as I took the turn-off to Regina, there on the side of the road were my two hitch-hikers, pack sacks and all, and right on schedule.

They told me they were hitching across the country from Vancouver. One of them was from Nakusp, in the interior of British Columbia, and the other said he was from Montreal. They said that they hadn't planned to come to Saskatoon, but a ride the day before brought them northeast to Saskatoon, rather than straight east to Regina.

"Well, I was supposed to pick you guys up," I said. And we talked all the way to Regina and I told them the story. When I came to the Trans Canada highway in Regina we shook hands and parted company. End of mission, I was told, turn in the car and fly home.

These trips were like training flights. Sometimes there were contacts to be made; sometimes it would be a dry run in order to rehearse a new move, so to speak. Like I was being trained to accept direction as I went along. To go on faith without the whole itinerary layed out.

One of these dry run trips took me to Prince George. In fact, I got only a couple of hours notice that I would be going, and I was blissfully unaware that I was heading into one of the busiest periods that Prince George had seen. I arrived right in the middle of the B.C. Winter Games when there are thousands of athletes there from all over the province. But that wasn't all. The federal Liberals were having a meeting of some sort there too and the Prime Minister and many of his cabinet colleagues were there. Now, add to that the corps from the media and you've got a pretty busy time.

When I got off the plane, I got a feeling to follow one group of people as they got on the airport bus. They got off at the Inn of the North, the major hotel there. So I joined the line up waiting to check in. As the line moved, I could hear people without reservations being turned away, told that the hotel was booked. I persisted anyway. After all, it wouldn't cost anything to ask for a room.

When it came to my turn I asked for a room and the reply came, ‘Do you have a reservation sir?" I said that I didn't, but instead of turning me away, she just looked at me for a moment, then walked back toward the office. After a few moments, she returned with a key and asked me to fill in the register. I had a room.

After I settled in, I came back to the lobby and it was even wilder than when I'd left it. And they were still turning away people, some of whom had reservations. It was rather an incredible scene, and into it all marched the Prime Minister's entourage complete with cabinet ministers, press corps and all their paraphernalia.

Despite all this high powered talent around me, I had no feeling to contact anyone. I was told that I was simply on a trip to learn not to doubt direction no matter how impossible the odds seemed. Anybody could have simply walked away from the line up after over hearing what I had about the lack of rooms. But I was shown that even the most apparently solid barriers can evaporate if something has to be accomplished. I was told that what I had to add to the mix was faith, that everything would work out.

Another question I had about it all concerned the reason for my being in the midst of the governing powers of the land, and nary a contact. The answer back was that, "What you were shown was the government of the past, the government that will have once been." In terms of what I was dealing with, it was the system of the old age. That in my terms it was no longer a power.

These guides of mine would go to some pretty startling lengths sometimes to keep me on track, despite what I wanted to do. It happened during one of those weekend, whirlwind trips around British Columbia.

I had taken the train, day coach, from Prince George to Terrace. Only the day coach ride was overnight so I didn't get much sleep on the trip. I arrived in Terrace early on a Sunday morning and decided I'd check into a hotel to catch a couple of hours sleep. Then I planned to take the evening flight back to Vancouver. I'd been traveling for a couple of days up to this point and I just wanted to get home.

Following that plan though, I thought I could do whatever it was I had to do in Terrace, then make it home that evening. I should have caught the clue when I tried to call the airline and book my flight, but I didn't. I called three times, and three times they answered. But each time they couldn't hear me. I just figured it was the phone system, because it worked on the next call I made to Vancouver, to Sharon, to tell her that I'd be home on the evening flight, about six.

Next I called my brother, Pete, who lives in Terrace and arranged to visit with him for the afternoon, and bring him up to date on what I'd been doing lately. Well, he picked me up after I'd had a few hours sleep, and we spent the afternoon talking about all of this stuff. Around four o'clock, I asked him to drive me to the airport. I told him about the problem with the phone and that I would just buy the ticket out there.

The plane was due to arrive at five o'clock. We got out there about ten after four, and after I got my ticket we spent the rest of the time talking. Just about the time the plane should have arrived, it was announced over the loudspeaker that because of a problem, the plane was unable to land at Terrace and had been directed over to Prince Rupert. The plan was, they announced, to bus everyone to Rupert where they could board the plane to Vancouver. That would add about three hours to the trip.

Just as the buses pulled up to the terminal I said to Pete, "I really feel bad about this. I feel like Jonah on that boat causing all that trouble for the other people because he wasn't where he was supposed to be. I think I'll cancel my flight. Change it over to tomorrow instead. I feel to blame for all of this." So I canceled my flight and Pete drove me back to his house for dinner. It was now about a quarter after five. At about five-thirty I called Sharon to tell her I wasn't coming. She told me that moments before my call she'd checked with the airline which told her that the flight would be delayed half an hour to forty-five minutes, that's all.

That's strange. So I told my brother, who then called the airport to find out what was going on. When he hung up he said, "Guess what, the plane is on the ground here, right now, loading up for Vancouver." They had told him that one of the navigation beacons they needed for an instrument approach had suddenly quit working at ten after four. Not only that, but just as abruptly, it had come back on again at five fifteen. It wasn't as if it had been fixed, because it was in a remote location up on a mountain somewhere. Since the beacon was working again they decided to bring the plane back rather that bus all the way to Rupert.

Well, you should have seen Pete's wife. She was astounded. She said, "Now I'll believe anything." After all, this sort of thing was what we'd been talking about all afternoon, and now it had come home.

I had my brother drive me back to the hotel and I checked in again. I just had the feeling that there were people to see. And staying at his house wouldn't facilitate that. And that's what happened. I made three connections that evening. Then the next day, I connected again on the flight home.

Here's how complex it gets. The flight the night before was a direct flight, Vancouver to Terrace and back to Vancouver. The flight I was now on made the more usual triangle route, Vancouver to Terrace to Prince Rupert, and then back to Vancouver. It was on the Prince Rupert leg that I connected with a businessman from that city. Talk about circles within circles within circles, eh?

PART ONE Chapter Four

2010-01-27T09:28:00.003-06:00

LAST WEEK I WOULD HAVE SAID YOU WERE CRAZY

One afternoon, our family stopped in at a restaurant and everyone else waiting for a table was seated by a waitress. When it came to our turn, the manager came over and directed us to a table. There didn't seem anything unusual in that in itself, but when he got us seated, he stood there for a few moments and told us a little about his life. Now it was getting a little peculiar. Then he took one of our menus and turned it over and pointed at a picture on the back. It was a picture of the restaurant when it was full of people.

There was the partial profile of a man in the one side of it, not enough to identify anyone from, but he pointed to it and said, "That's me." I', in the picture." Just as he said that, I got a flash sort of amplifying the phrase, "I'm in the picture" and it came to me.

"Yup! He's in the picture." After that he left us and went back into his office. He didn't bother with any other patrons. Sometimes I would be shown people without making the contact right away. I'd have to wait, to bide my time until I got the word that the contact was ready for the message. When everything was right the command would come, "Now".

Another delayed contact involved one of my neighbors in New Westminster. I really didn't know them except to wave hello as they passed down the street. Then one day I got the feeling that I'd have to talk with them. The feeling was clear, but so was the feeling that I was to wait for further instructions, as if it wasn't ready to happen yet.

Several times after, I'd think of them and wonder when, but there would be no response. No feeling at all. Then one day while I was driving home, I found myself behind this neighbor's truck, and the feeling came, "Now. Now is the time to talk with them."

When I got home I told Sharon I'd be gone for a couple of hours and went over and knocked on their door. He recognized who I was, but stood rather defensively in the doorway as I told him that there was something he had to know. I guess he thought I was a Jehovah's Witness or something. Anyway, I started to tell him the story of how something would happen to society and how he's be protected and so on. Then he stopped me and invited me into the living room, called in his wife and had me tell both of them.

I was telling them that they were being protected from harm, being looked after. When I had finished he said to me, "You know, if you had come last week, I would have said you were crazy." He said, "If you'd come three days ago, I would have said you were crazy. But today, right now, I can't say that because something happened within the last two days that I can't shrug off or explain. I'm having trouble believing it, but I can't shrug it off."

He then told me of two events, unrelated, that had set him up for me. The first happened when he was coming home from work, and he stopped at the corner grocery store. He was talking to the Chinese owner and telling him that he had quite a stomach ache. The grocer said that he could fix it for him. He made some motion with his hands, then reached over the counter and touched him on the stomach. Instantly the pain vanished. Just like magic, it was gone. That happened the day before.

"Last night", he went on, "in the middle of the night something very unusual happened. The oven timer went off, all by itself in the middle of the night. It started going, ding, ding, ding. That had never happened before. It just kept ringing and ringing." He checked with his wife and she hadn't been using it. So he got out of bed and went into the kitchen and shut it off. While he was doing that he noticed a light coming from the living room.

"I went in and found a candle burning on the window sill. My wife had forgotten to put it out when she went to bed. I also noticed that the window was open just enough to blow the curtain over the candle with every breeze and when I came along the curtain was ready to go up in flames." He told me that because it was an older house, he was sure that it would have gone up in a flash. "If I hadn't gotten there when I did, we'd have been cremated, you know. Then I snuffed out the candle and as I did, I just said, ‘thanks'. I don't know who I was saying it to, but it sure seemed appropriate." Then he laughed, "Now you show up here and say somebody's looking after us. How can I say you are crazy?"

The timing had to be just right though. I was shown this fellow about a month before, and it didn't happen until he was ready to accept the message.

One day, our son Sean came home from school with an ear ache. He'd been in a fight or something and was hit on the ear. The pain got worse and the eardrum began to swell until around supper time, when we called the doctor. The doctor on call (not our own) said he'd see Sean that evening. So we took him in. He was really in pain now. The ear drum was swelling and the doctor thought it was on the verge of bursting. He prescribed a pain killer and penicillin for the infection.

On the way home though, the most peculiar thing happened. Even before we got the medicine, Sean fell asleep. We picked up the medicine, but since he was sleeping we didn't want to wake him up for that. We just put him to bed.

The doctor had warned us that he would probably be up most of the night because of the pain. But he slept right through the night. Next morning he awoke feeling fine; no problem with the ear at all. Sharon took him to the doctor's office and the man told her that, had he not seen the report from the previous evening, he's have a hard time believing there's been a problem.

The evening before, when we'd taken Sean to the office, just before we went in, I had a feeling that I was to speak to the doctor. As with the others the feeling came, "Him, you talk to him". I hadn't done anything that evening, of course, because of Sean. But I did pay him a visit a couple of days later, and he was most receptive. Sean was the link.

PART ONE Chapter Three

2010-01-26T14:27:00.001-06:00

WILL THE REAL POST OP NURSE PLEASE STAND UP

In 1976, I went to hospital for the first time in my life. As if in preparation for what was to come, in 1972 I awoke in the middle of the night in excruciating pain, right in the kidney. As I tried to nurse it along, it got worse. And then, as quickly as it came on, all of a sudden the pain stopped and that was it. The doctor surmised that I'd passed a kidney stone. So they ran several tests on me, some of which weren't very nice. They turned out negative; all clear.

One evening, in the fall of 1976, I got a premonition that I would be going to hospital. My reaction was something else. "What?" I was really apprehensive, particularly because I'd never been in one before, at least as a patient. But there it was, just like someone telling me, "You're going to hospital."

I was also nervous about how I was going to come to needing a hospital. Would it be an accident? Would I get sick? How bad would it be? And why me? You know, I can really see why people don't want to know their future sometimes. With something like that hanging over my head, I couldn't concentrate too well on other things. Always looking over my shoulder to see what was coming.

Well, I didn't have too long to wait for an answer. A couple of weeks after the premonition, I awoke in terrible pain. The worst I've ever experienced. And the answer was absolutely clear. It was another stone. Well, I tried to tough it out like I did the time before because I dreaded the thought of going to hospital.

Hour after hour, I hung on as the pain got worse, until finally I was told by my sister, a nurse, that what was going on with me was pretty serious and that I'd better get some help fast. I'd better get to a hospital.

So early that Saturday morning, I was checking into the Surrey Memorial Hospital. The pain was something indescribable. They gave me a shot of demerol and put me into a four bed ward. The rest of the day was a bit of a blur, just nursing the pain.

I remember though, even through the pain, that as they brought me into the room, I was attracted to two of the beds, which were empty, as if they were targets. At the time though, I couldn't have cared less.

The next morning I passed the stone, so I began feeling much better. I told the nurse about it, and at the same time I enquired if my doctor had been notified when I was admitted. I was assured that indeed he had been. I wasn't feeling right about it though because since I'd been moved from emergency, no doctors had come to see me, much less my own family doctor.

Later that morning, the bed across from me became occupied by a young man who's ailment they couldn't determine. I overheard the doctors talking about this mysterious case across from me, and that they didn't know what was wrong with him. He was in one of the beds I had been shown the day before.

Monday morning came and I was feeling even better than Sunday. In fact, I'd forgotten all about the feelings I'd had to make contacts. The only thing I was concerned about was getting out of there and going home. I was really feeling cooped up. So I phoned Sharon and complained to her about it. That I was feeling pretty good, that no doctors had come to see me, and that I just felt stuck in there. She came back, "Look, when the reason for your being in the hospital is over, you'll be out. Just go back to your room," she said, "and see what happens."

I went back to my room and shortly after that a woman about 25 came in. She was visiting the patient beside me. We got to talking, just about things in general. But I knew she'd been targeted, so I got her name and where she worked for a future contact. Then I linked up with the guy with the mystery ailment. Then I was shown some of the staff there. Some doctors, nurses, and so on. All targeted for later.

The next morning, this is Tuesday now, I just happened to walk out of my room into the hall, and almost literally into my doctor. He was surprised to see me and asked what I was doing in there anyway?

"I checked in on the weekend," I told him. "Didn't you know?".

In short, nobody had notified him. Then he asked how I was feeling. He checked my records at the nurses station and turfed me out saying, "You're on your way, no reason for you to be in here."

Now, that was just fine with me, but the usual procedure is to notify a patient's doctor on admission. And they're supposed to let him know when the stone is passed. Not only that, but several times I'd been assured that my doctor knew I was in. You figure it out. I was kept there long enough to make the contacts and the targets, and that done, I was released.

Almost exactly a year later, in November of 1977, I again found myself in pain from a stone, and again, it was a weekend. So Saturday morning I was back in the same hospital again. I was in for two days, passed the stone after the first day and spent the rest of the time making connections. That time around I linked with seven people.

Now here's the rub. This time when I passed the stone, I noticed it was totally different from the others. Usually they're rough shaped with sharp edges. But this time the thing was shaped just like a kidney. I couldn't help thinking about the guides and their peculiar way of getting messages through. I have to admit, the joke wasn't lost, even if I wasn't mightily impressed with their sense of humor.

Three weeks later, again on Saturday morning, I was back again. This time though the trip was to be quite different. I would spend a week in there.

Again, early in my stay, I passed the stone. But it was so small that the doctors just couldn't believe that it was the whole thing. They figured that only part of a larger stone had come away. They decided that an exploratory procedure was necessary to make sure they got the whole thing.

"There's something still in the tube," the urologist told me, "we will have to go in and clean it out. I think we'll likely go in on Wednesday."

Now that was the last straw. Bad enough I have to come to hospital. But now they want to operate and I'd never had that done before, not even for tonsils. I didn't want the operation; most of all I didn't want to be put out with an anesthetic. The urologist explained that they insert a catheter type device that has a grabber on the end. They put it right into the tubes and if there's anything there, they just grab ahold and pull it out. Well, I wasn't very happy about it, but it seemed as if I had no other choice, so it was all arranged.

Meanwhile, in my guise of secret agent, I spent my time well, making more contacts. One of the people I hooked up with was the head chef for one of the major airlines.

One morning I was in the patient's lounge and I got to talking with a fellow. I thought, here's another contact, so I opened up to him. When I'd finished, I got my check mark form the story he told me in return. This man had been an officer on the British battleship HMS Hood. That's the one sunk by the Bismarck when a shell went down the stack and went off in the magazine. Fifteen hundred men died in one instant.

He told me that just hours before they were to sail, he was ordered to Plymouth. The captain was fond of him and offered to have the orders changed, but he turned down the offer. He felt somehow that he was supposed to leave the ship. Check!

Making contacts, it seemed, was really the lesser reason for my being in this time. On the evening before the operation I had a couple of visitors. The first was the ‘post op' nurse. She came in and told me all about the operation, what the procedure was and all that I could expect. They sort of clue you in so you don't worry so much.

"After the operation," she said, "you'll find yourself in the recovery room. That's where you'll come to. Don't worry if the surroundings seem strange. Just take a few deep breaths and that should help clear away any after effects of the anesthetic."

Her visit didn't do very much for me. I was feeling pretty depressed about the whole thing. In fact, I sort of felt that the whole thing would be a waste; that they wouldn't find anything. But I was stuck; trapped sort of, and feeling very unhappy about it.

Midnight came and I was still stewing about it when my second visitor arrived. I had just closed my eyes, and there in front of me was one of my guides. I could see him with my eyes closed. As soon as I saw him through, he zoomed up and touched me on the forehead. It was all too fast for me to react, but the next thing I knew, he took me somewhere else, like into another dimension. I don't remember much, but it was very, very pleasant.

When I came around the next morning, it was as if I'd been tranquillized. In fact, I was in such a state that I didn't even need the pre-op tranquillizer. I was already out of it, just naturally tranquillized, or should I say, supernaturally tranquillized.

So, off I went to the operating room, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up in a strange room. I wasn't alone. There were many others there as well, all unconscious. When the fog cleared away a little more, I realized that I was in the recovery room.

All that occured within seconds, because in reality I came around pretty quick. In fact, I sat up on the gurney, bolt upright. The nurses had to talk me out of getting out of bed.

When I was back in my room, I was talking to the nurse and asked her what they had found during the operation. She said, nothing. They'd come up with nothing. You know, my first reaction was one of anger. After all, I knew they wouldn't find anything. I knew it. I guess the part of me that took the biggest bruising was my ego. I sort of considered myself rather invincible. I'd never before been put under, and I wasn't very happy about it now.

On the spiritual side though, things were really cooking. During the week I was in hospital, I managed about thirty contacts, doctors, nurses, patients, specialists, you name it.

One night, after I had come home, while I was still recuperating, I had a dream. In it I was told very clearly why I'd gone the route in the hospital.

"Look", the guide said, "you are like the pre-op nurse. You go around preparing people for the operation. But until now, you had never experienced an operation where you were put to sleep in one place, to wake up somewhere else in strange surroundings. That's what your contacts will have happen to them. Now you know how they will feel and respond."

They were telling me that I wouldn't be taken into the pocket areas that way, the way most would. So I had to have the experience ahead of time in order to appreciate what would be going on. It's quite a striking analogy.

PART ONE Chapter Two

2010-01-26T13:27:00.003-06:00

"I QUIT"

In my awakening process, and you must understand, it's not everyone's awakening process, I had to start with a few pieces and build the picture as I went. As I grew with it, adjustments had to be made; some from within and some from without. It wasn't without anguish. In fact, at one point, I was ready to chuck the whole thing and quit.

Early in 1976, I started to actively contact people and tell them the story. I wasn't too far into it, maybe I'd contacted twenty or so, when I got this feeling to take a trip into the Laden area of the Fraser Canyon and see for myself what the pockets would look like; check them out first hand, so to speak.

"It was an exciting thought. I figured that I'd run into others in the same cause, doing related work, aware of what was going on. I was looking forward to meeting these neat people, exchanging notes, you know, like progress reports, on how our various missions were progressing.

Well, I went to the areas, and I was stunned. The places were there alright, but where were the provisions? There were people in these areas too, but they weren't aware of what was going on. I figured that to go along with what I was doing, there's be people who would be aware busily getting things all arranged. Stock piling food, supplies and getting ready for all these people that would be zapped into the pockets.

My scope of things was pretty small at that time, and it was this trip, this great let-down that in fact helped to enlarge my view of what was taking place, and what was going to take place. But right then, out there in the country, I was one very disillusioned boy. I was thinking, here I am way out on a limb telling people the story about the protection, and the pockets and all and what I was expecting to be in place to receive them wasn't there.

I felt betrayed. And as I was driving home through the Fraser Canyon, I was talking away to whoever was in charge up there, "That's it, that's it! I quit!" I was feeling personally responsible for the whole thing. I'd gone way out on a limb on this thing and there's nothing there. There are going to be a lot of disillusioned people there when the time comes and nothing is ready for them. And I couldn't handle that thought. I was angry. I was disillusioned and quickly becoming very depressed about the whole thing. Right there I was saying, "Go find someone else, I want out."

There! I had my say, and I was all talked out. So I was driving along very quietly for a while, just like a long period of silence after a storm.

"Look!", the voice came right into my mind, "don't you realize that there's no need to stockpile everything there? When it's time, the material things will all be there." Then the voice said, "Are you blind to the fact that the CNR, the CPR and the Trans Canada Highway go right through there (the Laden area)?" Then I was told that any material goods that were needed could be supplied simply by arranging to have any quantity of commodities in the area when the event occurs. You know, trains of wheat and other foodstuffs, semi-trailers on the highway, they'd have nowhere to go anyway. There would be no east, no west, they'd be stuck right there. Later in fact, I found out that some areas are provisioned and waiting, but not in this dimension. There'll be more on that later.

They said they could even arrange for people to be stuck there, like the passenger train. And you know, what they were really telling me was to wake up. That if my end can be set up, then so can the rest of it. They can do whatever is needed, when it's needed. They were telling me that this part of it was not really my concern, that I wasn't to fret about that end of the operation. "You do your job," they said, "somebody else is looking after those aspects, don't you concern yourself with that." Then I was told about the person who would be looking after things there. I was told about a shoe store manager in downtown Vancouver, that had coffee in the same restaurant that I did. They told me, he would be the one, but that for all kinds of reasons he wasn't ready to be made aware of it at that time.

What I was also told was that I was trying to find limits, or put limits on the bank account of God, so to speak. They told me that when I was dealing with God, I had a blank cheque. That whatever I was moved to tell people, whatever scenario I was motivated to paint, would occur. In other words, whatever the bill I ran up, the cheque would be good for the amount. "You write the cheques, leave the accounting to us."

"Well, there I was rather neatly put in my place. I sort of humbly went back to work. After that, my contacting escalated to about one a day to the end of the year, and by the end of 1977, I was up to two hundred a week at one point. But that trip was a major turning point in the whole thing for me.

"I had a dream one morning. In fact, the dreams were coming with such regularity that you could set your watch by them. They always came at five o'clock.

In this particular dream, I was working at a building washing windows on the sixth floor. Then I see myself talking with a man who looked just like Sean Connery. When I woke up, I told Sharon about the whole thing, then tucked it away and got ready to go to work.

On this same Saturday morning as the dream, I went to work cleaning windows. Time for a break. I came in from the outside of the building, onto the sixth floor. The whole floor was one big open accounting office with a board room at one end. While I was walking through the office, a man looked out of the open doorway to the board room....... and it was him. Sean Connery. Well, he sure looked like him anyway. The same guy I'd seen in the dream. Then it clicked. "There he is, he's the guy. Talk to him."

I still had my safety belt and other paraphernalia on. But I walked into the office and started talking with the man.

"I got this funny feeling about you," I said. "I'm not a psychic, but I get a feeling to talk to certain people..." Then I told him the story.

"It's funny, people are different you know. I would sort of automatically be able to look into whatever level they were at, mentally and spiritually, and relate to that person. That's the way I got the message across. And he was listening to what I had to say.

Anyway, while I was talking to Sean Connery, I noticed a young woman going by the door, which was still open. She seemed to have an ear cocked to what I was saying. I was sort of getting the feeling that I should talk with her as well. But when I finished talking with the man, I went back to cleaning windows.

The next thing I knew, the same man is at the window. "There's a young woman in the office," he said, "and she was sort of over hearing us and she wants to hear the story too." I said I'd talk to her.

When we sat down to talk she said, "You know what astounds me about this whole thing?" she says, "I'm open to what you're saying, but what really gets me is you talking to that man in there. He's a sceptic. A real tangible, down to earth, third dimensional person. And it just got me how he was listening to you, and not laughing or kicking you out."

I told her it happens all the time. That I was guided to people when their door is open. Somehow, somebody sets it up that I rendezvous with them at the right moment, throw the seed in through the crack and get the heck out. Then the door closes, but the seed is left behind. When the temperature gets to the right point, the seed germinates and it'll take off.

Bizarre is the word you'd have to apply to the situation and circumstances surrounding who to see and when. My car wasn't running right, so I took it to the shop for a tune up. I left it for the day and went to work. When I came back the car was ready. They'd done a major tune up and even steam cleaned the engine. For their trouble they wanted ninety dollars. I complained that I didn't want done all of what they did, but what the heck, I decided to pay for it anyway rather than make too much of a fuss.

As I drove the car away though, I noticed that the temperature gauge wasn't working. Well, I got a little upset. Ninety bucks I'd paid for the work and I've got a temperature gauge that doesn't work. And it was working fine when I took it in.

I went back to the manager of the shop and complained about it. He claimed that they hadn't even touched the thing. I demanded that they fix it anyway since it was working when I took the car in. He mucked around trying to fix it, all the time saying that he can't understand it, that they hadn't touched it.

Now, with him still denying any funny business with the gauge, I was starting to get a little hot under the collar. When all of a sudden the gauge came back to life. I thanked the manager and left. But I was still suspicious, he was just too defensive.

Now, to add insult to injury, the next day the car started running rough, really rough. I was thinking, "The shop gave me a three month warranty on the tune up, but I really don't want anything more to do with that manager..." when a shot comes to me.

"It's not his fault." just like someone beaming into my head, I was being told, "You're supposed to talk with him (the manager). That's how we marked him for you. After the experience with him before, I wasn't anxious to go back, but finally I decided I would. So I said to myself, right out loud, "Alright, I'll go talk to him." As soon as I said that, the car ran smooth.

I went to see the guy, and I apologized about the hassle over the gauge, and I told him that I had something to tell him. Now, I couldn't really explain about the gauge and motor acting up, but in a round about way I did tell him the story.

I said that if he found himself in a mountain valley at some point, just like out of the clear blue, he would know why. I told him, "Around you will be people. They will all know you. And you will be extraordinarily calm about it all. You will be unnaturally calm considering that in the twinkling of an eye you've been zapped from one world into another. All around people will be in a kind of shock. They won't know what's happened.

"At that time," I told him, "all hell will have broken loose in the major world centers. But no harm will come to you. In fact, you'll calm down these people."

I didn't say that he would try to calm them down, I said, "you will" and that he'd be the source of peace and comfort to these people around him.

"They'll be looking to you. You'll be the main gathering point, the nucleus, you and your wife, or whoever you're with. They will all home in on you because you'll be the common denominator.

This was the main message that I delivered to those I contacted. I also told them that the areas that they'd find themselves in would be protected as if there was an invisible shield covering the valley, protecting it.

If ever I had doubts about a contact, you know, whether or not I had the right one, strange things would happen to show that indeed I was on target.

I had a dream that showed me that I'd be talking to a bank messenger. "You go to (such and such) branch in Vancouver. He's in the branch with four other messengers, but you'll know which one. Go in and talk to him."

So I went to the bank, and sure enough, there he was. So I told him what I had to say. When I'd finished, he said, "I don't believe in that stuff. I'm closed minded about that." I said, okay, maybe I got the wrong guy. I was told he's be tough to reach, but I just excused myself and started to walk away.

"Wait", he said. "I want to tell you something." He called me back even though I was trying to break the contact. "It's a strange life," he says, "you know, I was in the war, the Korean conflict", he says, "and I was in a valley with two hundred guys. It was an ambush. We were caught by the enemy and everybody was wiped out but twelve guys. I was one of the twelve," he tells me. He thought that that was a miracle that he was alive.

"Well", I said, "I just told you that you'll find yourself in a certain situation and no harm will come to you. And now I leave it with you. You tie the two together. Why are you telling me this stuff right now when I'm leaving, crossing you off?" All the while though, inside my mind I get, "check... you got the right guy".

"TWO"

2010-01-26T09:33:00.027-06:00

I began this session by asking,

"What is it that I need to learn?"
You are aware of the issues you have in not accepting others. You should really be looking at having patience and acceptance with yourself. You are hard on yourself in many ways. There is a judgement you are harbouring regarding yourself which was created a long time ago when you were not recognized as worthwhile. You keep trying to prove yourself to yourself. You are beginning to get it. Other people accept you more than you accept yourself. If you fully accepted yourself you would have a much easier time in accepting others.

"How do I proceed with this? "
You must begin to treat yourself well and with respect. You must care for yourself with proper diet and exercise. You must make yourself available to spirit on a regular basis. You need to learn to receive from others as easily as you are able to give to them.

"Is there a block to maintaining a healthy diet?"
You have to let the part that wants to overeat suffer in lack. Lack will not harm it, but it makes you think it will harm you. It is the disconnected one and it wants to keep you disconnected. When you feel the need to eat extra be gentle but firm with this part. Stand your ground. Realize the emotions which come up are caused by things from the past which are over. This part of you will not die. You are changing and it must change with you. You may have to overrule it many times. It is helping you learn patience and acceptance.

Author's note: I suspect that much of my channeled writing has more to do with me than anyone else, yet we humans have similar stories at times, and so I share this with you in the hope it may trigger some insight. I wrote this several months ago and when I re-read it today I understood what it actually says.
The second section has a different feel to it as though it is from a different source. It does complement the first section though.

Shall we continue?
Part of your difficulty with loosing weight has to do with fear. There are parts of you needing to be expressed. They are not horrific nasty parts as you suspect, but tender delicious parts which are easily overwhelmed and tend to stay hidden for safety. Why? They were trod on long ago and it just doesn't feel safe. You have made the issue be about the food, but this is not the case. As a spiritual being you have all the resources at hand that you will need. The problem is in remembering that you are a spiritual being in the difficult times. You will not die if you eat less although it does feel that way to you.

Let us give you some guidance. By the time you are wanting to overeat you have already well passed the point where you could conceivably have stopped yourself. At this point there is too much momentum built up to be able to divert yourself easily. This it why most over eaters believe they are powerless over what they eat. You are actually powerless over what life dishes up to you in terms of obstacles but you are not powerless over your own choices if you take the time to pre-plan.

Here are some suggestions:
1. Start your day with meditation or prayer, asking for help with your food.
2. When sitting down to a meal, before you start eating, check in with spirit for guidance as to what to choose from all that is available to eat. Then follow it.
3. Between meals, when you start to feel uncomfortable, check with your body to see what it needs. Don't just feed it. You may be tired, thirsty, or just needing to do something different for a while.
4. Once you have done this for a while you will get really good at reading your own signals and will begin to loose weight.

You have gotten this far many times before but instead of experiencing success you get swamped by all the baggage you are carrying and run to food for relief.

You need to put an end to the pain.

If it is current you must find a way to change it. Usually though, it is pain from the past. Again, it is well to ask for guidance from spirit.

It is necessary to get in touch with your core self, your spirit. Learn to spend time with it in meditation until you can feel the richness of it. Realize that everything else but your core self is of the physical world and you do not need it. Your relationships, your fears and challenges, your possessions and even your family are all extraneous to that core self. In other words, they are secondary in importance even though they may feel very important.

Everything is spirit. Your challenge is to stay connected to your center in the midst of it all. Most cannot maintain this yet, hence the pain that you all feel. Within your spirit there is no pain, no anger, no greed or need, no control or dependence. You see, we are actually dealing with emotions. The emotions are not in the core self, they are in its physical manifestations. Emotions are meant to be messengers to guide us, not hurt us.

Work with whatever it is that keeps coming up. It is easier if you connect with your core self to do it. If someone has taken something from you, release it to them with joy. If they have harmed you forgive them and ask them to forgive you. Do it in as many instances as it takes until you are able to release the issue.
If someone hasn't met your needs, it is not their job to do that. Go to your core and receive everything you need.

Your past is your story, it is not who you really are.

You will begin to see that it is possible to fill yourself from yourself with spirit. When you are full your remaining issues seem very small indeed.

There are many in spirit who are willing to help you with this. More than willing in fact, we will be delighted.

Let this get you started. Come to us on a daily basis. We are waiting for you and we hold you in much love.

PART ONE Chapter One

2010-01-26T08:56:00.004-06:00

THE LITTLEST HOBO

"Aren't the pigeons funny?" That was the first thing the disheveled old man said to me. "Aren't the pigeons funny?" and with that I was launched on one of the most fantastic adventures that even a novelist in his wildest moments couldn't have formulated. It has totally changed my life, as well as the lives of my wife Sharon and our two sons, Steven and Sean.

It was about eleven o'clock in the morning when I was asked that peculiar question about the pigeons. I had taken a few moments to stop for a junk food lunch at a drive-in hamburger joint on Kings way, in Burnaby, a suburb of Vancouver, B.C. (Canada).

I had missed the coffee break crowd, and it was too early for the lunch rush. As a result, I was alone in the place. While I stood, sort of daydreaming, waiting for my food, I was startled when he spoke.

"Aren't the pigeons funny?"

My first thought was to turn and look out onto the parking lot, usually busy with pigeons after the food scraps. But the peculiar thing was, THERE WEREN'T ANY THERE!

The man who asked the question was standing right behind me, so I had to turn around to see him. He was somewhere in his fifties, I'd say, bearded, somewhat disheveled. He was wearing a faded denim jacket and looked a bit like a farmer.

"I have this place in the country," he says to me. "These birds will be gathered. They're on this loft," and he's motioning with his arms. "They're on this loft, and there's this other bird over here. And a light comes shining through this bird and hits these other birds." He said, "I feed all the birds." And he told me quantities, in bushels. You know, he told me figures.

"Well, I thought he was a guy who just wanted someone to talk to, right? You know, sometimes some older folks just like to come up to you and talk. Well, I'm not doing anything anyway, so I stood there and listened politely. But all the time he was talking, he didn't once look me in the eye. He was looking off into space telling me that something was going to happen to the world, but that there were enclosures to protect certain people. He assured me that me and my family would be protected. We'd be safe.

"Well, here's my order," I said, and prepared to leave. But before I could, he looked me straight in the eye for the first time since he started talking, and he said, "I'll see you later." Then he touched me on the shoulder and an electric like shock went through me. If he hadn't done that, I probably would have dismissed the whole thing as some poor old lonely soul wanting a bit of an audience. But that shock like sensation simply underlined the whole thing.

I took my lunch and left, but as I was leaving, I looked back at this character once more. I was really puzzled about the encounter and seriously wondering just what the heck it was all about. He just stood there for a moment where I'd left him, then he turned a circle. He turned right around in a circle and walked out the door and along the side of the restaurant. He disappeared! He just sort of vanished into thin air.

"Well. That's pretty weird," I thought to myself. He never ordered. The waitress never asked him if he wanted anything, just as if he wasn't there. I shook my head as if I were dreaming the whole thing. Day dreaming, you know, but he touched me. And there was that electrical jolt. I couldn't deny that.

"Then I thought, "He's probably gone to the washroom." And I wanted to go into the washroom just to confirm that indeed he'd gone in there. But I got a countering thought. It said, "No, you don't want to go in there, because if you go in there and discover that he's not in there, how are you going to handle what's just happened?" What was going on was I was being told to leave things as they were. I mean, you could always rationalize that he's in the bathroom, and that he was just some farmer that wanted to talk, right? So that's where I left it, unresolved.

"About two years later, I'd just about forgotten the restaurant incident, when it happened again. This time there were two of them, looking like skid road bums. I was cleaning windows in downtown Vancouver at the time.

One of them stood back about thirty feet and watched while the other came up to me and said, "Careful for the height".

What did he mean? Was he referring to my work as a window cleaner? My work on scaffolds, ladders, or hanging off of buildings? I turned to him and he repeated the phrase, "Careful for the height." Then he said it a third time, and went on, "Me and my friend," and he pointed to the other fellow standing off a bit, "Me and my friend have been here a long time. We've seen people come and go. We've seen people born and die." Then he said, "Everything's going to be okay. We're close by all the time." Then he touched me on the shoulder and said, "Just take care." And when he did that, a warm electric sensation went through me, just like the time in the restaurant. He turned and walked to his companion and the two of them just sort of faded off the street right in front of me. Like they weren't there. That was in 1973.

In 1974, a wino came up to me on the sidewalk by one of those little parks in downtown New Westminster (British Columbia) right near the skid road area. He walked right up beside me, looking for all the world like a wino, or a hobo. Even more strange, he had a wad of gum wrappers in his hand. Juicy fruit and Spearmint wrappers. And he had them separated into two piles, one yellow and one green. He was just picking them up off of the street, and I couldn't help thinking that he must be pretty weird to be doing that.

As if to reply to my thought he said, "I collect these you know. You should know about that." And he looked right into my face and pointed at the wrappers. "These are the Protestants and these are the catholics," he said, indicating the two colors, "You know, you can't get just any. They can't be torn or dirty." He said, "These are special wrappers.'

Well, he kept on beside me as I was walking, and he was jabbering about something or other, and all the time I was thinking, "This guy is cracked."

"You know," he said, "there's this wagon, and it's pulled by some horses, this wagon load of wheat. And it comes to this elevator and goes up a ramp, and the horses are skittish, `cause they don't like going up the ramp."

Bang! My mind is blown away! He was going right into my head, into my memories of when I was a boy of about four. I was riding on this wagon load of wheat in Saskatchewan, going into the elevator with my dad. And, as the wino had said, the horses didn't like going up the ramp into the elevator. When they get inside a hoist comes up and tips the wagon off of its front wheels and dumps the grain.

I was astounded because this guy is describing what occurred one particular day. He described the whole thing. I could remember going to the elevator and what happened there. But I don't remember coming home.

"You got frightened of the machinery in the elevator," he said.

Well, you know, there were three things I had been frightened about, and right there he told me all about the three of them, talking about the equipment and all. I was amazed. Now I'm really wondering who this guy is. What he isn't I thought, is a skid road bum. This guy is no wino. He has to be coming from some other dimension, some other level. But why? What for?

Questions aside, I was so astounded, and so excited about it, that I wanted to phone Sharon right then and there and tell her about it. I saw a phone booth and turned to it to make the call. But I discovered the phone cord was broken. When I turned back to the wino, he'd vanished.

In the fall of 1974, one particular day, I was washing windows down near the skid road area of Vancouver when all of a sudden, out of the clear blue, this thing got beamed into my mind. It was just as if someone was beside me whispering in my ear. And I started to get a poem coming into my mind. It was so compelling I had to stop work, and write it down. Now, I'd diddled around a bit writing some poetry before, but never anything like this. That day, I wrote down the "Prince of Hope". I didn't compose it; I just wrote it down like it was being dictated to me. It started;

One day, while I was walking by the sea, I met a man who's most different from others that I've seen. On his cloak he wore a star-like symbol that had more points than one we're prone to draw.

You know, we're prone to draw the five pointed star and this was referring to the six pointed Star of David. And it went on;

And I saw this light shine from around him, and I asked if I could wear his coat.......

And it came out complete. It had a rather peculiar rhythm and rhyme, but there it was. And it goes on to describe how after taking the coat, the light didn't come as well; that the light came from him, not his cloak.

Then I asked him where he was from and why he had come, `I am from shores so far away that ships of space which you possess will never touch. But yet so close that your heart can nearly see.'

I was just overwhelmed. It was just coming out of space, so to speak, complete, and all I had to do was write it down. Remember, I wasn't psyching myself up to write poetry. I was cleaning windows when all of a sudden, ZING! In came the piece. I got the complete first part right away, then the last part of it, then the middle parts just flowed in over the following couple of days.

In one instance, a waitress came up to me in the restaurant, and out of the blue says, "Why don't you write something on patience." Right out of the blue. But as soon as she said it... bang!... there it was, complete.

After I let it sit for awhile, I published it myself with the help of a few friends. We hand bound the copies and all. Over the years since, it has been requested by and sent to most English departments in universities across Canada. It's in the B.C. (British Columbia) Archives and so on. But of the 700 (copies) we've put out, I haven't sold a single copy. I just had to give them away. After all, it was given to me.

In 1975, I had three visions. I saw what was going to happen in the future. I also saw that these visions were tied in with these strange encounters I'd been having and the strange thoughts and inspirations that had been coming to me. It was as if someone had been trying to get through to me from another dimension.

In the first vision, I was standing in the mountains on a grassy slope. Nearby was a powerful being, sitting just off to my left. He was beaming a ray at me which tranquillized me so I wouldn't be frightened at what I was seeing. And what I was seeing was incredible.

I saw a mountain coming unglued. It was crumbling and the big rocks were just coming down like a waterfall. And as they fell, they turned into houses, buses, and other types of vehicles, all containing people. They were being crushed as they came down. I saw the people in anguish before they were crushed and killed.

The spirit guide who was off to my left interrupted my thoughts then with a command. "No! Don't look at that, look over here!". And out of this holocaust were tumbling some people. They were landing on the grassy slopes of the mountains unhurt. They were being thrown clear. I couldn't identify any of them, they were just people. Then the spirit said, "That's what you have to see. You will see that and you will see those people living."

Here I was, surrounded by mountains, all of them intact except for the one directly in front of me which was breaking up. And I was being shown that people would land on these green grassy slopes and be alright.

Right after that I had a second vision which showed another aspect of this whole thing where there were groupings of people. Some of them were already in place, and others were moving to B.C. from all over the globe. They were being drawn consciously and unconsciously to safe areas or pockets of protection in British Columbia. That was in 1975.

At the beginning of 1976, my next encounter with a guide occurred. The older chap, the one who'd appeared to me first in the restaurant, appeared to me one night in a dream. He had me by the shoulders, he shook me, and asked me three questions.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Well, I'm Menno Pauls, window cleaner," I replied. He didn't like that answer. He shook me again and asked, "Where are you going?" And I told him I was cleaning windows. He didn't like that answer either. He shook me again and said, "You should know by now who you are and what you're doing; or what you're supposed to be doing." Then he asked, "Where are you going?" And he answered that one. All of a sudden I was in a valley on an old farm, an old homestead. There was a barn on one part of it, and behind me, an old farm house. We were standing in a field of green crops of some sort. Maybe alfalfa, I don't know, but it was really green.

That was the last thing I saw and then `poof'. Everything disappeared. Then it dawned on me. "With everything that's been happening here," I thought "from 1971 to 1976, you should start to get the drift of what your role is, and what you're doing."

After that I started getting directions almost in the form of commands. They'd say, "Go and talk to so and so".

The first contact I made was with a couple who lived on a farm near Handy, up in the Fraser Valley. We had known them for maybe five or six years; they were very unique people. Only now did I realize why we were acquainted. When I went to see them, I knew exactly what to tell them.

"You know," I said, "one day you're going to come to in a green kind of a setting, a valley and mountain area. When that happens," I told them, "something awful will have happened in the world, but no harm will come to you. You'll be alright. It'll be very strange. I'm telling you now so you'll have a chance to think about it, let it soak in, so you can cope with what's going to happen and help others who will be there, but without the benefit of knowing why."

Message delivered and accepted. I was on my way. Now the real work had begun.

PART ONE: Introduction

2010-01-26T08:49:00.005-06:00

By Ray Hudson

The hands of the doomsday clock have been moved to within two minutes of midnight, the theoretical time of the great nuclear holocast. Never before has man been so close to annihilation by his own hand. Every day the various news media bring more news of disaster from all around the world. Disasters such as earthquakes, tornado, flood, drought, wars and threats of wars, economic collapse, ecological contamination by increasingly horrendous chemicals, and on and on and on.

It's not hard to understand why so many people give in to the overwhelming tide of negativity in the world and resign themselves to whatever the fates hold in store, convinced that they have no role to play and certainly no hope of changing anything anyway. They've lost hope in a better world, a better tomorrow.

It shouldn't come as a surprise. The Old Testament has chronicled these times for thousands of years. The New Testament as well, deals with these times in the final book, the Book of Revelations. The French physician and psychic, Nostradamus, wrote about these times almost four hundred years before they arrived. And in the last fifty or so years, there has been an unending stream of prophecies and warnings from psychics and scientists alike, who say we're in for big trouble now, not at some future time, if we don't get our act cleaned up as far as our treatment of our fellow human beings, not to mention the Earth that sustains us.

We are, I firmly believe, falling headlong into the Age of Tribulation, as the Bible calls it, or in a contemporary term, the transition period leading to the New Age.

Many people on this Earth are selfishly perpetuating the old ways, the old order, despite its short comings of racial and social inequality, irresponsible use, and abuse of power and wealth, and rampant greed and corruption.

Those who have a material stake in this old order choose not to look, or are blind to the changes, even now, starting to take place around us. Others, who are the victims of the systems of the old order have in many cases given in to feelings of futility, that they don't count and thus, can do nothing to improve the world and expecting nothing more than its eventual collapse with nothing beyond. Many have forgotten the promises of the new and beautiful age to follow, or else they simply cannot believe that such a thing could happen.

This book is for those who have clung steadfastly to the hope that somehow, things will indeed get better, even if they have to get worse first. Those that believe that the world can be cleansed and reborn, that the Age of Aquarius will indeed see 'peace guiding the planets, and love steering the stars'.

This book is for those who have lifted themselves through HOPE and FAITH, above the low and negative forces at work in the realm of twentieth century planet Earth.

This is a book of HOPE, and a story of FAITH. It tells the story of the last ten years in the life of Menno Pauls, and his family. Menno is, to all appearances, a most ordinary man. By profession he is a window cleaner. He doesn't drink or smoke but harbours an incredible passion for hamburgers. He is married to Sharon, and they have two boys, Steven and Sean. Menno is simply a quiet, unassuming, non-judgemental, gentle man.

As you will read in this account, they have, as a family, been called upon by powers far beyond our plane of existence, to do a job in preparation for the coming of the New Age.

In reference to this book, Menno has pointed out; "Right from the start we must understand the difference between FAITH and HOPE. FAITH is something personal that comes into being.... in the relationship between my human self and my spiritual self. HOPE, is something that I can convey to those around me. To me, the happenings of the last ten years have been an on-going development of personal FAITH. To the reader, the message is one of HOPE."

Those of us who are working to bring this awareness to those around us, to get the message conveyed, are involved in a project so large that it boggles the mind. Yet we have our jobs assigned. Now, you too, are becoming aware, and your role in the scheme of things will be defined when the time is right. In addition, ponder this; somewhere, at sometime, beyond your conscious memory, you volunteered your services. We are simply telling you, now, to stand by for action.

The responsibilities that Menno and his family have shouldered comprise their own unique task in this project. You probably will never be assigned anything quite so arduous. Then again, you might!

The vitally important aspects of this text are that you become aware, and build that awareness, hope, and faith, and prepare spiritually for what's to come. Just as an athlete must be in top physical condition to take on the challenge he has before him, so too, must you be in top spiritual condition to fulfill your assignment when the call to duty comes to you.

Rest assured also, that if you are reading this book right now, it's probably because you are already on the team. The option that you have now, as one of the aware, is to opt out. You will always have the free will to choose whether or not you'll participate. But it would be sad indeed if you chose not to walk into the New Age with us.

In this time of cults and false prophets, one must be very careful of the path taken, and the cause espoused. What we have in these pages is nothing more than a message, powerful though it is. Menno leads no group. There is no organization to join. There are no monetary dues to pay. All that is asked of you is that you develop your spiritual self so that you, in turn, may help others when the crunch comes, as it surely will.

You are not expected, or asked, nor is it even suggested that you divest yourself of what you have, or change what you do. If things are to be discarded, they are the mental things. Those things that are the self centered methods and philosophies of the age that is now passing away must be discarded. The important divestment right now is a mental, not a material, one. In return the acquisition should be a greater spiritual awareness, a positive attitude, and a love of all things. This, in turn, will clear your mental channels so that you may better hear what your conscious, your guides, and your God, have to say to you. Listen carefully.

All indications are that the end of the age is upon us and the time remaining to the final scenes is very short indeed.

Menno's story is being presented in this medium now, because there are many who must still be made aware; many that Menno cannot otherwise reach. This story is a living demonstration of FAITH and HOPE, and how it has been used to accomplish so much. It is certainly an eloquent example for us all.

Christ said, "He who seeks to save his life shall lose it, and whosoever seeks to lose his life will preserve it". In other words, concern yourself not with the material things, have HOPE, and concentrate on developing FAITH, and to your amazement, you'll find that all the things you require will be provided, that you are cared for!

Some people when 'awakened' want to get at it. They want something to do right away, to get into action. The often quoted lines by Milton are appropriate here, "They also serve who only stand and wait". This, in fact, is what most of us will be doing, waiting. But this isn't idle time.

This is a time to develop and stretch and exercise those spiritual muscles that you'll be relying on later. A few have tasks to do now. Some, like Menno, will continue contacting people and passing along the message. Some are learning about survival. Others still are learning about and practicing healing arts, and others, such as myself, are writing about it. Yet, by far, the greatest number of the aware will have little to do until the major changes, discussed in the book, occur. It's then, after the apocalypse, that the real job begins, the job of building a new world, to go along with the New Age.

There has been much written and published concerning the awesome events, that have been predicted, to bring about the end of this age. Part of this book deals with those events, but only to establish reference points for the discussions of what will occur in the positive arena, while the tide of negativity and destruction sweeps the rest of the globe.

The goal of this book isn't to dwell on the events that end the world as it now exists, but to deal with those people who are of the New Age, the seeds of the future, the seeds of time, and how they will traverse this winter of humanity.

We are ultimately concerned with the birth of the New Age, not the dissolution of the old. We deal with it only as a jumping off point to the future.

We seek to be positive wherever possible. There is far too much negativity afoot in the world as it is. Indeed, that is the very fuel upon which the apocalypse will feed, and although some of the events we must deal with in the book are, by their very nature, negative, the structure of this book is one of positivity and love, FAITH and HOPE. Take the positivity from it and build a positive attitude in all things. Build your stock of FAITH and HOPE. For, although it is generally agreed by many, that the major earth upheavals that have been predicted cannot now be averted, their intensity in terms of their effect on you and those around you can be much lessened. The power of positivity!

Lend this precious positive energy to everything you do. Don't dwell on the negative because your positive input right now will make all the difference in the world; this one, as well as the one coming up. Use what you read here to assist in your developement, but don't make this your only source. Clear those channels within so you can really hear what's being said. Remember, the best source for the necessary inspiration is within you, not in this book. You have only to seek it out.

Be careful to avoid, what is a human trait, confering some special status upon Menno, because of his experience and work on this mission. He's simply part of a team. A team that goes much farther than this primitive plane of existence. You are on that same team. There are no stars here. Ego is set aside. The mission is the important thing.

Menno, Sharon, and the boys, as well as many others who are unknown to you, have been in the field, actively working for quite a while already. That is no reason to put them in a special 'superstar' category. They are simply your brothers and sisters working toward a common goal, a new and better world, nothing more.

Whatever your age, whatever your station in life, you are now aware that you can be among the seeds of the future. Whether or not you germinate is entirely up to you. The fertilizers in this process are HOPE and FAITH. Use them copiously.

Through the coming years your HOPE, and your FAITH, will do much to lighten your burdens. They will allow you to see far beyond the horizons of this world.

FAITH and HOPE are your tickets to the New Age. You are now aware, be ready, and watch....... watch for the gathering of the Eagles.

Ray Hudson
Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada
September 20, 1981

THE GATHERING OF THE EAGLES

2010-01-26T06:30:00.056-06:00

I have loved this story since I first encountered it in the early 80's when every time I had it copied I would promptly find someone who wanted to have a copy. Now, years later, I have found copies on the internet. Of course it would end up here, but it is dated and I want to preserve my copy online while I have the chance. If you are eager to read ahead just click the title line and it will take you to the original webpage.

I assure you that although it is dated it is still relevant.

THE STORY OF MENNO PAULS

copyright 1981 Menno-Ray Publications
Permission is granted to copy or quote any or all of this text.
THIS VOLUME IS NOT FOR SALE

FORWARD:
....as written by Ray Hudson in 1981
and told to Dr Ki (George Markin)
and Yashah and Group.
at Salmon Arm, British Columbia, Canada,
March 18, 1982

The story of Menno Pauls, a 'seer' and an enlightened being, an
'angel' working uncover as a window washer. For ten years, Menno travelled the world over telling certain people, whom he called
'eagles', who they really were as spiritual beings and the role they
were to play in the Days to Come.

The main theme of Menno's message to people was that someday they would find themselves in perhaps a beautiful mountain valley setting and they, along with their families, would be safe.
Menno talked of the "pockets" or the "thrones" or the "energy vortexes", where the eagles would gather.

"The Gathering of the Eagles" is the story of Menno's journey. It is considered a classic in metaphysical and New Age ideology.

As Menno requested from the outset in 1981, there never was a copy of this book in any bookstore and there has never been a copy sold. Yet many hundreds of copies have been provided to others. Over the years, since 1981, I have personaly photocopied and passed along well over 100 copies at no cost.

Although written in 1981 and tells of Menno's journeys in the 1970's, this book is not outdated. It is highly recommended reading. Even in the 1970's Menno talked about entering the 4th and 5th dimension (interdimensionality). Folks, we are there now.

As I write this in the latter part of 2004, we are closer than one can imagine to "the Gathering of the Eagles".

Yashah.

THE PRINCE OF HOPE - by Menno Pauls

2010-01-25T20:02:00.002-06:00

I was pleased to find again this online copy of The Gathering of the Eagles which is the story of Menno Pauls and was written by Ray Hudson in 1981.

The book begins with this poem The Prince of Hope. I will continue to post chapters of the book until it is complete on my blog.

Permission is granted (by the author) to copy or quote any or all of the text. The volume is not for sale.

While on my travels
I met a man
Who was most different
From others that I've seen.

On his chest
He wore a star-like symbol
That had more point
Than ones we're prone to draw.

A strange shimmering light
Seemed to come from his cloak
And I asked him
If I could wear it.

He gave to me and I tried it on
But disappointment hit my eyes
For the light, so shimmering bright
It did not shine for me.

I looked back at him
Saw him gently smile
And saw the light
Still shine from him.

And in my mind I also saw
That the light
Did not come with his cloak
But from somewhere else deep inside.

I asked him
Where he was from
And why it was
That he had come.

He answered saying
"I am from distant shores
So far away that ships of space
Which you possess -

Will never touch.
Yet so close
That your heart
Can nearly see."

And then he said
"I am the Prince of Hope,
Come to help those find
What they have lost.

I am a courier from home
With a message of hope
For all the crusaders
Of justice and freedom,

Who believe they are surrounded
And cut off from the front.
I have come to ask
Those trying to follow -

The many low ideas
Of self-proclaimed leaders,
To stop, think, and search
For the higher ideals
That each possess deep within.

Let not the prophets of doom
Confuse and frighten
And totally un-enlighten
As you prepare yourself -

To weather the passing
Of yet another season
There are many who believe
That the end of this season
Is the end of time.

Let not those, blinded by fear,
Keep you from realizing
That after fall and winter
A brighter spring will come.

Although we met in summer
In but a moment
He took me to a time and place
Where snow was falling -

And icy winds nipped at my face
And he said,
"Follow in my footsteps
And I will help you
Through the storm.

As we walked along
I saw a tree
With no leaves,
Standing naked as if dead.

The Prince, as if he had read my mind,
Walked over to the seemingly lifeless tree
And somehow opened up the tree
To it's very core.

There at the center
He pointed out
That its sap, its lifeforce,
Was still slowly flowing.

Then he swiftly closed the opening
And scraped away the snow at its base
Revealing a patch of ground.
On the ground lay dead leaves -

Which once had been part of the tree.
He pointed to the leaves
They came to life
And then changed into people.

They seemed totally obsessed
With self
Not caring what happened
To others around them.

Then the Prince pointed to the people
They turned back to leaves
The leaves went back to the ground
And the snow covered them once more.

I asked the Prince
"And what of spring,
How does it look then?"

And in a flash of time
The snow disappeared
And the blossoms were
Of a sweeter fragrance
Than any I had ever smelled before.

There were colors in the blossoms
That were strange to the eyes.
As we flashed through time
I noticed that the weather -

Was strangely different
Not as severe as I'm used to.
And the rain would appear at night,
Like a heavy dew

I was about to ask him
What the people were doing in spring
When the Prince spoke, saying
"You are not viewing the perfect season
But rather one moving towards perfection.

I cannot show you
Of the people
Beneath it all
But I can tell you this.

There is more of a oneness about them,
A moving towards unity.
A greater understanding
Of how each one
Relates to the whole.

Civilizations come and go
But the best of a civilization
Survives to form
The foundation of the next.

Like seeds hibernating
Through the cold winter
They sprout when the warmth
Of spring touches them."

I asked my guide
"Will I be part
Of that tree...
In this spring?"

And he answered,
"No, the time of this season
Will be beyond your time.

But you have the opportunity
Of being part of the sunshine
And the rain
That give the tree life."

The Prince and I
Went back to the place
Where we first met
And as we walked along the beach
I asked him of things
That lay upon my mind.

"There are many who seek an easy trip
And wish for me to share."
The Prince did not answer me with words
But quickly took me to an airport
To where they all depart.

And I saw many people rushing about
Picking destinations
To who knows where
And paying with money
They could ill afford.

And I saw a few
Who patiently stood in line
And had their tickets
Well in hand.

I watched them all
Carried High
Into the sky
And off in all directions.

Then the Prince took me
To the place of arrivals
Of that same terminal.
And there I saw planes coming in
And from them stepped
The ones I'd seen depart.

The many who seemed in haste,
To look at them you'd think
Their trip looked blank,
Their hearts were empty,
Their minds could not describe
Just where they'd been.

And to top it all
The bill was yet to pay.
And if my memory had not failed
I'd swear I saw some leave
Who did not come back home again.

And the ones
Who had calmly boarded
Were still calm
But happiness was added to them>

Then the Prince said
"The truly great and beautiful places
Your heart yearns to go
Will not vanish while your mind
Earns the right to share a seat.

To be Continued!

"ONE"

2010-01-04T07:09:00.003-06:00

This is the first in a series of six channelled messages. They are given one at a time and are only numbered until later when the title or titles will be given.

I decided to post each one as they are received. For me that is an exercise in trust.

Greetings.

We are well aware of your indecisiveness. You are restless and fidgety at times as though you need to do something but don’t know what it is. You do not always realize that you are no longer in a battle of light and dark, either within you or in the world as a whole. This pattern of many centuries is quickly ending. You may be surprised to know that the age of disclosure and rebuke has passed. Those tried and found wanting are still with us. If you were braced for the good fight, you can relax, as the need for that has passed also. Struggle is quickly losing its significance as a means to an end. Instead you are now being aided to heal yourselves and rebuild yourselves from the devastation of the prior decade where you have been left feeling as though you were part of the fight even if you were not actually fighting.

It is safe now to give up your vigilance and turn within to heal. It is as though the summit has been reached and now on the downward trek you find answers come to you, negatives are easy to release, values are changing and desires of the heart are once more guiding your actions. You are all feeling some movement in this direction.

Movement from hatred and war to love and peace is not an evolution that effects the heart but one which is caused by the heart. It is true; you are the creator of everything. How often you clung to those words and hoped they were true. Now it is coming clear in your experience that you are the creators and you are nearly speechless with amazement.

You thought that once you had the knack of creation mastered, you would have all the abundance you ever dreamed of. This is true dear ones, you will, but there is so much more to this than what you think you want. You see, what the universe has in store for you is everything, anything and all things of which you can conceive. You may have them all at once or in any manner you choose.

The great and infinite universe is not without humour though because it already knows that once you can easily create all things you will not need anything. You see, it will be the end of striving. This is a glimpse of the end of your current growth phase, the phase which is beginning now. Are you feeling that your daily pressures are becoming less and things which were once difficult to do are becoming easier? Does it seem like you want more time for relaxation and you are able to fit that more easily into your day. Are your priorities changing? If not yet then watch for these changes to begin to happen over the next few months. This feeling of relaxation and comfort is part of the new way that you are moving toward. It is a result of the work you have accomplished in the past that has opened you for this expansion of energy. It will still feel tiring for some time as the energies are heightened and changed. Do not be concerned by this, it is also encouraging you to take adequate rest which is what you need. Your job now is also less active. You will find as you begin to live more from the heart your main difficulties and strain will fall away.

We remind you to be diligent about nurturing your spirit daily. This may be done through meditation on your own or with a group. It is the only thing being asked of you now. Come energetically and also physically to join with others on like paths. Support one another in this regard. We want you to understand that anything else you may do is secondary to this.

We have much to discuss with you at a later time. For now, we leave you with a shower of blessings and love.

Unwanted Effects of Great Freedom

2009-12-17T17:41:00.007-06:00

Martin is a couch-surfer and fellow nomad. He posted the following message in a group called "Full Time Travellers/Nomads" on the CouchSurfing website at http://www.couchsurfing.org/ (You must be a member to access the profiles and groups.) I am posting it here with his full permission.

"Hi fellow nomads!
Just found this group and immediately wanted to join and introduce myself, to see if someone can relate to what I'm doing with myself. But now I realized I'm sick of my life story so I'll look for another approach. :)"

He continues......

"I'm wondering about this:
Being retired or just somehow having enough money to travel forever and not needing the home you had anymore is one thing. Sounds like a very rich life!

But, are there also nomads of the kind who simply don't have a "home" even if they would want one, and/or who don't have a source of money and are actually not really sure how they will survive more than one day/week/month at a time?
Who don't know if being a nomad is something they decided or something that just happened?

Having been homeless for 2 years in pursuit of freedom, trying to renounce things, habits, desires etc, I now find myself in a country I didn't expect to be in, with almost no money, no income, no profession, hardly any connections, no backup home to go to anywhere in the world but only temporary ones. I don't know how long I can stay here and don't know where to go next. And here's the thing: I don't mind.

I'm discovering that the one thing still scaring me is that I'm not afraid of things anymore. I'm not afraid of not achieving things or not surviving, I'm hardly not even afraid of causing others trouble anymore, which used to be a huge issue.

I can't see how to get past this. What in the world is going to motivate me to get up and do something, if I'm not afraid of any outcome?

In spirituality this kind of homelessness or freedom is often made to sound all warm and cozy, but please tell me how you actually continue to live in the world if you're not motivated by any fear? Society isn't designed for that for sure. I'm still just 24 and I don't expect to be fed for free if I just drift around like this. Yet I'm totally fine with my life and not motivated to do anything about it. What's happening?

See, it's so odd, I don't even have a problem! I'm healthy right now and not starving and about the rest time will tell. It is causing lots of anxiety though, ironically...
Absurd huh. :)

If anyone else has experienced this, please say hello, or anything you like! It's getting difficult for a part of me to relate to people because most of them are struggling so much and I'm not... so it would be nice to talk to others about it. :)

By the way I'm not suicidal so don't worry."

Taken at Qingyang gong in China, Summer 2009

I will add a couple of comments, from other couch surfers, in the comments section if you are interested. If you wish to add yours Martin will see them.

Why Grandmothers Give Money For Christmas

2009-12-04T15:38:00.008-06:00

The first couple of times it seemed really WRONG, like I had no interest in hand picking the perfect present for each grandchild. It wasn’t that I didn’t try. Children like stuff that I have never heard of before.

I learned very quickly to ask lots of questions and armed with a list would head out to the nearest store. Nope! The nearest department store was where I went to shop for my kids. These days the items on the list were all in specialty stores. Each kids choice in a different store of course and the closest was half way across town.

Alright, the second store I try has the first item on the list. I ask the clerk where to find it and she points. Now I have to tell her I don’t even know what it is! She rolls her eyes and says, as though talking to a moron, “Its’ a DVD!” “OK, thanks!” I say relieved that it is something I will recognize.

OK, one down! Next is a game for an “electronic device” that I have never seen before. I have the name and make of the game though. Argggg...... there is more than one version of the game and which model of player do they have? I don’t know. Like I said....never seen it before. “Does it matter that much?” I say to the clerk. “Yes” says the clerk, “Does it look like this?” “I don’t know” I say. “I have never seen it before." Already backing away from the counter, I say "maybe I will have to call them. I’ll come back tomorrow. Thanks.”

And that is how Granma Grinch was created. This year, crisp bills attached to the top of boxes of candy (so they won’t know it’s just money until they open it) and wrapped in festive paper. My can’t-go-wrong gifts are ready to deliver.

Humbug
Signed, Granma Grinch

If Ever You Come Unbent in the Meantime

2009-12-03T01:19:00.001-06:00

An undercurrent of emotion seizes the heart with a searing pain and it seems to crack open. Tears come, followed by great wracking sobs of joy. Everything else is cast in one dull shadow. The pointlessness of it all borders on idiocy. Stop! Focus on the intensity. There is life here. You are running after an idea which is sterile. It cannot bear fruit for it is empty of life. Pain is alive. So is joy. They make you feel to your core what it is to be alive. They will not destroy you, but you try to destroy yourself, for your own selfish reasons.

[This came last night and ended as abruptly as it began. To me the title seems incomplete as does the text. I feel like I started reading in the middle of a book. I will not judge however as I asked to channel something that I didn’t understand.

I am trusting it is complete in the way it needs to be and I am posting in the hope that someone gets something out of it. Let me know if you do and perhaps I will too someday.]

“Where am I?”

2009-12-02T21:04:00.013-06:00

I love walking, especially in nature, and last month I had the good fortune to move to a suburb with many natural walking options.

I live 3 blocks from the north end of the Meewasin Valley river trail. The South Saskatchewan River zigzags through the city of Saskatoon from Southwest to Northeast and the city has developed many trails along the river’s edge for cyclists and pedestrians. I had no idea the trail came up this far!

Last week I spent two and a half glorious hours exploring the local segment and managed to grab a couple of shots of the sun setting on the river.

The Meewasin Trail is also connected with Saskatoon’s Natural Grasslands Conservation Area. It is a large area of natural prairie land complete with many flora and fauna which flourish locally.

In fact, it is one of the few conservation parks in the world which are found within city limits. It is a great place to walk or meditate in nature and it is only a block from home.

I live a scant 2 minute walk from the outer edge of the city in one of the new neighbourhoods. I love that because I can be walking on a dirt road in the country in a matter of minutes. That really brings out the old farmer in me and before you know it I will be chewing on a stem of grass.

On one of my daily walks I headed down to the end of my street and out into the country, walking around the city through the field. After walking for some time I re-entered the city in another neighbourhood. I noticed a street sign off in the distance and thought, “Ah good! This will tell me where I am.”

As you can see, I was at the corner of 600 Lane and 200 Crescent. This cracked me up because it was no use at all. All the crescents have the same signs except for the one out at the main street. There is no allowance for walkers coming in the back door.

From the edge of Saskatoon to the downtown core, Meewasin Trail is there. One stopping point which shouldn’t be missed is the new River Landing Area which is in the heart of the city. http://www.meewasin.com/development/riverfront/

I suppose I should get a map but that would take the fun of discovery out of my walks. On my last walk I discovered a shortcut to the Forestry Farm Park. You can be sure I will be over there on the next pleasant afternoon.

Beyond Human-Nature-Spirit Boundaries: Researching With Animate EARTH

2009-11-30T23:07:00.002-06:00

A new aquantence of mine creatively blends academic excelencce with limit-expanding style in her PHD dissertation on animism.

The reader can pick and chose their own route to journey through the site, often finding that they have been doubled back onto a previously read page delibertly for a second insite.

The writer says "My aim here is to create a text with spaces for intention, together with animate Earth and/or spirit, to contribute to any reading."

She was not afraid to step outside of convention, creating the most refreshing doctorial thesis I have ever seen.

Enjoy

The Treatise of Alabaster and Zoë

2009-11-28T21:35:00.004-06:00

This is the title that was offered to me during a meditation in which I was searching for help with beginning the process of channelled writing.

Below is the product of two sessions of channelled writing, one for Alabaster and one for Zoe. Nearly two months transpired between the two writings.

The subject is presented as it was first written, without any editing, except for some spelling correction and punctuation.

Who or what is Alabaster?

It was a very long time ago, in fact so long ago that it may seem that it never happened at all, when everything was in the form of thought in the one mind, that you left the field of one and became part of the myriad of many. Many souls were formed on that day. Well, there were no days or time either so we should say that the one mind became many, and that is it. Since there is no time, nor was there any time we must then conclude that it was now that we became separate from the one. We are separating from the one now. We are separate from the one now. We think that we don’t remember being part of the one, but if we are just separating now then we are also part of the one now. We are wholly in the one, feeling that we are separate, and we are wholly separate and feeling that we are one and we are everything in between.

Alabaster is a human. Any human, anywhere. Alabaster cannot remember being part of the one mind. Alabaster is living what he thinks is his life, happily or unhappily as it goes. When presented with the question of separation he wonders if such a thing could be so. As he ponders the possibility, a feeling of space forms within his awareness. He does not know the purpose of the space but he is aware of the feeling of longing for something, he knows not what, to fill the space. It is not a desperate longing but simply a desire to reclaim an unknown, a feeling of wanting to return to some previous time, much like the feeling of wanting to return to ones roots or to go home. Unless there is some movement Alabaster will not stay with this question for long. Most humans, like Alabaster, want some results when they pursue a question, they want to make progress and gain understanding or change or they will in time give it up. The thought of that longing cannot be given up forever though as life has a way of reminding us of the question of our separation, and thus Alabaster will go through many cycles of longing and pondering. Alabaster has many thoughts which get in the way: I am not enough! I do not know how! It is not possible! I am afraid! No one really loves me! I am not worthy! Alabaster decides to work hard to make himself worthy, knowledgeable, heroic, loved and successful. He may accomplish much or he may fail. Either way, when he again ponders the feeling of his separation he still feels the empty longing. He comes to a time when he has exhausted all his own possible answers. If he surrendered here he could save himself a lot of trouble but that almost never happens. The feeling of impending surrender is so terrifying that it will spur Alabaster into renewed efforts to validate himself. He may be tempted by some alternative means of self destruction such as recreational chemicals and booze, sex, and overconsumption.

Dear Alabaster, if only you could see that the harder you try the farther away you take yourself. Your life is a very long process of pushing yourself to a point of surrender. If you can get to the point where you can conclude that you can’t fix it yourself, and you feel totally without hope, your search stage is almost concluded. Congratulations! You are on the point of surrender. Surrender occurs in many ways, has many thought forms and feelings but it ultimately takes you to the place of increased connectedness with the one, that feeling of completion you have been seeking. This is a beautiful discovery. Enjoy it while you can because most humans don’t stay long the first time. They know how good it feels but they still need to work through some of their issues so they return to trying to solve them only finding they must return to surrender time and again. If they are paying attention though, they will understand their relationship with the one more and more. They will begin to learn how to interact with it and what it is. They will begin to want to spend more and more time in unison with the one and less and less time on the struggle which was their former life. They will long for occasions where they can further surrender and enter into stronger connection with the one.
As they become stronger within the one they begin to feel a sense of belonging. They feel a kind of ownership as if it is somehow their home too. They accept that they are one with the one, and as such they are both separate and whole at the same moment, now. This recognition makes life easier and less serious. Alabaster can see that he has come a long way in his journey and he can look on his life as the story of how he learned who he is.

Who would Alabaster say he is?

I am clay. I am first malleable and then take the shape and form in which I am poured. I will then spend my existence being the physical manifestation which I have become. Even if I would long to be something else, I cannot. I will be what I am until I return to the clay of which I am made.

Alabaster is what he is regardless of whether he accepts himself or not. On the physical plane this is the way it is, however, before Alabaster was formed, he was an idea in the mind. That idea is also who he is, in fact it is more who he is than that which he thinks he is, because his existence as an idea is infinite. It is timeless in the universal now. The manifestation of Alabaster is idea given form so that mind can experience time and space.

An angel comforting Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane.

Painting by Carl Heinrich Bloch

Who or what is Zoe?

Zoe is an energy form which can be in many dimensions at once. She is not physically manifest but she can be seen using spiritual eyes. Zoe is also part of the one universal as we are and she can also experience that oneness part of the time. Zoe is based in another dimension, one which is not dependent upon time and space. She is there because an idea of the one mind created her there. Not being physical, she is able to move between dimensions much easier than we are and yet she has some similarities with humans. Like us, Zoe cannot decide to go somewhere else in the universe, or be something else other than the form in which she was created. Her perception of the universal one is greater and she is able to maintain her presence within it longer than humans do but she is not yet ready to be one with source either. She must continue in the form and do what she can to grow in ability to surrender to all that is.

Zoe and others like her are the energies which humans call angels.
There is much to be said for having angels in our lives, and much to be said about it. In the beginning was the one and the one was with God. This has been true forever and it is true forever. Why? In the stillness we can bring you to a place where you feel this to be true. What you are feeling inside within moments of stillness is the oneness, the creator, the universal mind. We are called by many names. Choose the one which suits you. At those times you are unable to deny the truth. You do not even want to argue when your senses are filled with it. Your system is not made to work entirely in this light yet, but you are in the process of being introduced to it. You need to make many opportunities to bring yourself in contact with it. Helping others do the same is a worthwhile endeavour for you also. Each soul working in this way is creating a point of light of a frequency which is sustainable with regular connection. You begin to feel the light within and you recognize that its source is not you but that you have a familiarity with the source. You trust that you are a part of the one, of all that is and all that will be or ever was. There are no words which are powerful enough to convince you of this, and that is why each must take their own journey until they remember.

Who would Zoe say she is?

I am Zoe and I am an angel of light. I am a guide for other angels who are working with your guides and the guides of others. In a sense, I am their teacher as they are yours. You can speak to me directly if you wish but you will usually experience me through working with your guides. When you most need my help I will be there, helping by holding a creative space around you and assisting the guides to deliver the frequency and instructions that you need. Remember though, that your guides have a very great amount to offer you. They are around you at all times, you need only ask for their help. Do not be passive about this. Do not think of us as wispy creatures with no substance for we have more spiritual substance than do you. We are waiting for you to recognize the totality of what you are being offered. It is not possible that you could depend on us too much, because as we help you, you become more capable. Please remember, you are not here to learn to be a spirit, you are here to learn to be human, and in so doing you will build the foundation for the next level. Do not, however, concern your selves about that which comes next. You are in a moment which is full of everything which is needed for you to progress well. You do not have to plan it or even know what the next step is. Be completely in tune with what is in the now. See it, smell it, feel it, taste it and above all, love it. Your life and everything in it is a gift. You do not own it but it is yours to do with for a time. When one period of your life ends, you always have a choice between getting stuck in the feeling the loss of it, or of opening to the next moment. You are always provided for dear ones. You will better understand the process if you release your ideas about how you should be provided for. Make time for this. Do not wring every possible ounce of energy from each minuet of the day and yourself, but make a place where you are open to spirit each and every day. Call for it and welcome it.

We are here for you. Ask and you shall receive, knock and it will be opened unto you. Be aware of the gifts offered to you through your guides both spiritual and human and offer gratitude and love in return.

Know that you are loved very, very much and that all is well with the world.

reBlog from google.com: Finnegan Begin Again

2009-11-25T18:26:00.002-06:00

I found this fascinating quote today:

Words of wisdom from Pakistani leader Benazir Bhutto (1953-2007):
A ship in port is safe,
but that is not what ships are for.
Nice metaphor, but here's the thing. Just by living, we are forced from our ports. You can go searching for drama or you can wait for it to amble over and find a place on your couch. Your choice. One way or another, it's coming. So here's what you must do: You must invite the unpleasantries in. Tell them to stop fogging up your windows, to get inside and to get on with things. Acknowledge them. (Really, they're like toddlers; the more you ignore them the louder they'll yell.) Give them cookies. They like that. Pat their heads and then let them go home, and when they are gone, catch your breath. Maybe have some wine. Cuz they're coming back, and they're bringing their friends.
google.com, Finnegan Begin Again
You should read the whole article.

A Blessing and a Curse!

2009-11-25T15:16:00.000-06:00

I came across this little poem again recently and it still takes me back to my childhood memories.

THERE WAS A LITTLE GIRL

WHO HAD A LITTLE CURL

RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF HER FOREHEAD

WHEN SHE WAS GOOD

SHE WAS VERY VERY GOOD

AND WHEN SHE WAS BAD

SHE WAS HORRID

I had beautiful curly hair as a child so my mother often recited this little poem to me. I was the "good child", you see, and when she said it I puffed up with the pleasure of being recognized as very, very good. That pleasure, which was very short lived, was soon replaced with torment as I braced myself to also be labeled HORRID!

I now recognize that as parents we have little or no idea about how our children are effected by the things we say to them. I imagine that my mother had some fondness in her heart when she spoke those words to me. I hope she did.

I recall one road trip with all three of my children when we were answering a quiz from a magazine to entertain ourselves. The questions were of a personal nature revealing quirks and characteristics of us all. One question, to my eldest daughter, was about having high expectations of yourself. She gave her reply and then said to me, "You have really high expectations of us!" It was said in the tone of accusation and I realized at that moment how my actions, which were meant to be encouraging, were seen by her.

Games like these are a great tool I think, if used heartfully. Children don't always speak up and let us know how things are for them unless encouraged in some way.

None of my children have the same experience of their reality growing up in our home. My sibs and I did not either. We are all still finding surprising memories and experiences coming to light.

Reread some of the old nursery rhymes and fairy tales with an eye to how they could be interpreted by children. I'm so glad we don't use those anymore! At least there was a magical element about them which made them somewhat separate from everyday reality.

Are modern versions of entertainment for children any better? I like to think they are, but I am sure there are always impressions being made and not all of them are useful to the child. Most children's shows are trying to be educational, but wait, so were the nursery rhymes and fairy tales.

My conclusion is that it is just not possible to give your children all the impressions that you want them to have. Who knows if our information is the best for them anyway. The best solution, I think, is to love them, have fun with them and keep them safe while you enjoy watching them become who they are.

The White Shag Rug

2009-11-24T00:17:00.000-06:00

My “stuff” is all crammed into a 5 by 10 storage shed. Whew! It went well I think. Well, I did have a wee bit left over after all the giving away, selling and packing off to the shed. On Oct 30 and 31 there was a half ton truck load and 4 small loads in my car which had to come with me to the house. I expect to have less when I leave here as there is a lot of sorting to be done on clothes and files and other small personal stuff. Now, I wonder what I did with the whole month of holidays. I always seem to do it this way, packing boxes as the movers are carrying them out, moving mountains of stuff in my car because it wasn’t packed in time for the movers. Well, I am here now and that is all that matters. I have 8 months to get ready for the next move where the plan is to emerge from here with only a back-pack ready to take on the world.

I am not naturally a neat person, in fact, I am happiest if things I use regularly are just sitting around where I can easily grab them. As a house-sitter things can’t be quite like that. My new temporary digs are very pristine, nicely furnished and artfully decorated. Clutter has no place here. Everything that I use I put right away after. The environment appears untouched, except of course, for my bedroom/office where I allow my natural tendencies full reign.

Another tendency I have is to like things in my environment to be practical, user friendly and easy to clean. When I was introduced to my beautiful bedroom it had a lovely gold brocade bed cover with matching shams. “That looks cozy”, I thought, moments before the bed cover’s owner said “We don’t sleep with that”. Now, just keeping my mouth shut, I am thinking “Then why do we have it on my bed?” The place did look very nice though and I was happy to have found it. Later that day I put the “too fancy for me” bed cover into a closet in the spare bedroom and replaced it with a cozy user friendly quilt.

After having been here almost a week I began to wonder about the cleaning requirements of the beautiful white shag area rug on the floor of my bathroom. I flipped over a corner discovering that it was jute backed. “Oh oh!” I thought, “No washing machine for this rug!” There was a tag on another corner with cleaning instructions, or so I hoped. DO NOT DRY CLEAN. Plain enough, but what then? Is there a third option? The tag also said, Vacuum vigorously and spot clean stains immediately. That beautiful little rug now resides in a corner of the family room where it will never be stepped on by me.

These two small issues aside, I am 3 weeks into my first ever house-sitting gig and am more than completely happy with everything else.

The next few months may be quite uneventful but I will post if something interesting comes up.

The couch is gone!

2009-09-12T20:10:00.000-06:00

I brought in a chair from the spare bedroom and the living-room still looks fine, but it is a sign that the transition is beginning. The couch went to Joanne and Bert’s cottage at Pike Lake. I will still be sitting on it from time to time, but its absence emphasises the change which is in the process of unfolding.
I love that I have plenty of time to process these changes and to be comfortable as I separate myself from the things which will no longer be needed for my journey. It could be exciting to speculate upon what might unfold but I don’t do much of that. I am totally just immersed in relocating my possessions and organizing my details into a coherent and portable format. There is no sense of loss or fear of disaster, just a muted puzzlement as to why these options are so natural and easy to make at this time.
October will be a month of holidays and total focus on the project More on that later.

And so it begins!

2009-08-31T15:06:00.000-06:00

10 more months until my retirement but so much to do before then as I prepare to pop out of the coocoon provided by working life into the great unknown. I hadn’t spent much time thinking about this transition until this year. I was neither looking forward to it or dreading it and now it is imminent. Of all life’s transitions; starting school, starting college, getting a job, getting married, having children, starting a business and getting divorced, this may well be the most exciting and challenging of them all to this point.
I plan to move into my back pack and become nomadic for a time. There are no fixed plans yet as to where I will go and for how long. This blog will have the updates as I have time to write as well as other random thoughts as I process the journey. Please share your comments with me too as I like to know how you are also.

Greetings!

2009-07-20T14:57:00.000-06:00

Welcome to my blog. I have high hopes of writing "something" regularly. I expect I will note my observations on life, retirement, travel or whatever I am on about at the moment.

I expect to be moving around quite a bit, so this blog will also be my link to the folks at home.

I am on a learning curve in this venture. Patience, it will get better!