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De-materialization #2 - holiness

 

My lady Lydia was a Hawkins of the line of the great privateer 'Black Jack' just as thousands of miles away in Ottawa (We met in Las Vegas. ) a cousin of my sister-in-law who was about to come work for my family's band was living. They looked like twins and that was a authoritative co-incidence of synchronous energy in itself. When I saw him I asked him if he was correlated to the privateer and he was amazed that I knew this. Our appointment was a 'trip' of high-flying proportions that makes a further book I have in black and white seem so weird it would only be regarded as fiction (that book is called 'The Nos Feratu'). In this conference with Lydia, I was able to exhibit some charge that later was about non-existent and near rendered my soul. Rendered has many meanings and when functional to the exterminate and his trade, it is close to what kind of lard or jelly (fish) my heart was 'feeling' after a few months that were wild afar my own vivid dreams. The location of the story began at the 'Shark Club' in Las Vegas one night just already I bowed forty, about eleven years ago. I was in the course of export a home in Las Vegas after heartbreaking from Los Angeles where I had been complex with a basic and common woman (totally honest, and not including my having even talked about an 'US') who had a different amazing 'gift'. Her exclusive talent was total sensory ability to remember of the brute body. Yes, my life has been a heap maze of the mystical and sexual interaction of what most ancestors would call 'fantasy'. In the association with Lydia she was frank and absolutely in be in command of with no basis for me to even grasp at the negligible of straws to think there could ever be an 'US'.

Truly this is going to be HARD to do, and at the same time if one coupled the machinery by now roofed they would be well on their way to agreement what might have happened or what Lydia could do. On the first night we met she told me she could de-materialize and that some day she would not return. The major analyze for abiding to exist in this realm was her hopes to have a child with her husband. I had read 'Cosmic Consciousness' by Richard Maurice Bucke; the noted turn-of-the-century child psychiatrist who along with Walt Whitman was instrumental in conclusion the use of strait-jackets in asylums, when I was just a teenager. In fact a friend's older brother used to call me 'The Cosmic Kid'. In this book he recounts how a character de-materialized 29 times ahead of all the skeptics, law enforcement and scientists of the early 20th century at McGill in Montreal. That anyone in the end didn't re-appear in the other room as he had all the time done. In the pursuit of agreement these clothes I had read or talked with abundant associates about the Indian's capability to turn about three times and discorporate at the appointed time in which they were to leave this earth. The Indians who can do this in India are as a rule of the Sai Baba level and those who do it in North America are of the shaman/witchdoctor training. Bruce Lee and his effort to do these equipment linked with 'Kime' and a whole host of effects like Carlos Castaneda who seems to say he is still doing the back and forth trip; made this bit of actually incredible awareness not as fantastic to me as you would imagine. But for it to be event to me at a time when I had just been conversation to a young man from New Zealand about how I was structuring my life's augmentation in the cosmic realms and decreeing said growth, was a additional confirmation that I was creditable of this inimitable encounter. Some would use the words 'Heaven Sent'.

My breed has heard this story a few times and they think I am close to insane or beyond doubt deluded even even if they have lots of correspondingly 'weird' belongings to remember from their own experiences in my life. Many of the experiences are so threatening to them that they be subjected to knee-jerk 'Denial'. Others develop into efficient into co-incidence and/or the realm of Deepak Chopra and some 'unknowable'. There is nil that is beyond understanding bar for those who would keep their heads in the sand, I am normally heard saying.

It has taken me years to grasp the inter-connections that may have gone on, as we carry on to talk about all that went on. My imperfect expertise is a cause that makes it hard to appreciate why I was so blessed (or cursed) and it causes me many hours of accepted wisdom each month as I read and learn more about what our world is comprised of. She promised to show me the realism whereof de-materialization comes from - it was years later that I realized what I brain wave was joint lunar pass through initiated by her was in fact part of what she promised. On the cause of her compelling me astrally (in an instant) to a course foremost to a lake in Switzerland, I had witnessed fish jumping out of the brook as if they accepted her spiritual body (solar or astral). When next I had seen her I weathered her on the point and she recounted how they at all times did this and it was what she called 'flipping' as they would proceeds in the air beforehand they re-entered the water. My difficulty of her had not mentioned the fish but just the lake and mountains. This Lake is evidently the darling lake and area for the great occultist Aleister Crowley who she left me at the junction of the barrage and the lake to meet with. His character may not be just Aleister as we have sheltered and it would bring to mind he had a determination ahead of the evident depressing one we know about while on this earth. (That is immaterial to this story but crucial to others we are thematically developing. )

I trust you can absorb my bewilderment and uncertainty about all of this and why it was incident to me. My approximate to conscious has seldom caught up ritual and never been of the destructive to others (intentional) variety. I do adhere to the Law of the Magi big business with 'Right Thought= Right Action' even even if I do not be a consequence the 'Keep Silent' part of the law formerly mentioned.

Around this time our 'connection' was very bright and I would be compelling on my way to Los Angeles in the pre-dawn as the sun shone on the mountains mentioned in the Area 51 or 'Black Ops' entry. This is when she enhanced my awareness of the conscious aspects of what the Indians know is great wisdom in the everlasting mountain spirit. I could feel her as she did her crack of dawn meditations and know her in ways that were nearer than she might have been if she were beside me. We seldom saw each other in character and my fascination or obsession with her was TOTAL! On a connect of occasions I imagined I sensed Castaneda's 'amber rays' but that might have been the change of the sunrise over the mountains in the half-dew of the desert. It was an awe-inspiring beauty and glorious air in toto. At the time all this 'closeness' and beauty was inundating me with awe and awe but it didn't rise to the level where I doubted my sanity like Carl Jung qualified when he had visions of the appearance World War I at some stage in his early life. It is appealing that the psychoanalysis or psychiatric help field is circling back to Jung again and yet I haven't read any who deal in depth with his cosmogony a short time ago in such a approach as to defend why it works. They are habitual to it and the archetypes in a mere superficial manner. There is a certain genetic change that the genome assignment and its 'History Book' might lead to us deliberate why these equipment work in methodical terms.

One night I was aware that Lydia and I would never see each other again and I engaged in my meditative/mantra apply (Yes, you could call it a ritual, but it was not deliberate to usurp and it was 'open' to anything happened in RIGHT THOUGHT, so I can defend what I said about no ritual. ). I reached out with all my love to all I had ever loved or had ever loved me. I was hurting and needful. I was definitely sorry for my weakness that had caused me to be powerless to assert a association with the only married woman I'd ever 'known'. Rationally I silent all the argument rules right from the start but my heart could not feel her astounding beauty and know I would never actually have her in my life. True, what I had was more by far, in a spiritual sense, and it ought to have been enough.

Perhaps some day I will appear out how to integrate these opinion lacking discussion in the first character about belongings that happened in my life. How, that might crop up seems clear of me exclusive of the use of a fictional presentation. That is not what it was, or is! I don't know it is 'too serious' and I will be able to tone down the intensity of the life I have lived as time goes by; maybe then it will be more palatable, or credible or literary.

Joan is the name of the woman who could bear in mind the definite animal experiences of her life finally as if they were experience again. In every sense of the word 'experience' she could feel what I had done to the intuitive point on her upper arm, while we were engaged in a further technique. It was like an orchestra in one conference with all the instruments being played on one person's body. To say the least it had been 'fun' for me; but she had befit charmed with me, as I was with Lydia. It had been six months since my move and I had not given her my phone number. The crack of dawn after I had been transfer my love to Lydia: Joan called in a state of near hysteria. She had called the hand in Las Vegas and gotten all the phone records for Robert Bairds. There were over four of them but she had reached me on the fourth call. Her alone Melanie who had been with her the night we met at a jazz bar called Bourbon Lane in Lakewood near Long Beach California had told her to call me. She felt I was the only character who could clarify what had happened as Joan had been sleeping at her house the night before. This was doubtless due to the fact that I had been able to 'connect' with both of them at some point in a palm appraisal on the night we met.

Her similes of the measures were arduous for me to clarify until I associated her come across with what I had been doing. The time was the same (around two in the morning) and the indistinct ghost had been rotating side to side as I do when my arms were up at also side of my body as conductor/receivers of the energy 'above (hands up)' and 'below (hands down) '. I told her the ghost was my solar body or 'double' and that she had reached out for me as I was accomplishment out. She took this in an generally too not public approach and I had to adjust her. I told her that her screams hadn't been heard as she was having a lie-down at the point she accepted wisdom she was screaming. The ringing sounds of the scraping of the bed on the floor were not achievable given the lack of metal in also the bed or the floor. I told her this was the instant she was brought back all of a sudden and astrally from her dream state. This sound from time to time is reported in the writings on the subject. So in some way (I didn't reach this assumption while I knew or could reach Lydia to check it out. ) Lydia had referred my love and energy to the character who most loved me. As to whether or not she did this consciously, I can't even guess. If she did do it with wisdom I would have been wise to let in my opinion fall in love with Joan, I guess. Melanie had not heard her screams or any noise and the light of the soul or solar body had come as if all through blocked blinds and stayed for about the five follow-up I had been doing my 'exercise' while Joan had pragmatic in a terrified state in the bed.

That is what happened and there have been many times while I study discipline and certainty that I've attention about which exact powers or army and bodies were at work and what part some advanced conscious article (such as the Hearing or Council) might have had in bringing these kinds of occurrences into my life. Many mystics and psychics have told me that my aim or job in this 'go around' is to arrange (in conjunction with others) the appearance development of spiritually-focused people. That is an burdensome blame and I have only in recent times taken it seriously. That, of classes makes the copy of these equipment central even if only as a way of creating the 'template' and integrating attention as a part of the 'World Mind'.

Wow! Maybe Jung was right to doubt his sanity and maybe I be supposed to give it more critical concern you might say?! You would not be alone if you said just that, I confirm you. But much like what Malcolm Muggeridge said when he commented on civilization and our drugging and materially-focused exemplar - Jesus would be in a jail or a mental convention if he were alive today. Yes, the 'experts' may call me a witch while I do say I have followed the life of Jesus and deliberate as he did, with branch of learning and open heart. You can come to a decision whether 'witches' are the only ones who in point of fact seek all the truth obtainable and try to live with 'Right Thought'. For for my part I can think of many labels and beliefs which have such aspirations and I find merit in many who don't even seek so high or with that level of meaning. To call me a witch and junk to be concerned about dangerously the idea of the mystics in all faiths and sciences is finally a fool's game. Socrates or some other antiquated Greek alchemist said: 'A fool thinks he is a wise man; a wise man knows he is a fool!' Each door we open to learn more of the real characteristics of character leads to many more doors.

Author of Diverse Druids

Columnist for The ES Press Magazine

Guest 'expert' at World-Mysteries. com


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