Mastaba horror ending May 09

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Well here we are turning into June 09 already.

The crawler is showing 291,480 and quite frankly I am amazed, considering the handful of pages I've had time to load. There are a ton yet to do and May nearly ended with a disaster!

I decided the pics were taking so long to build into the page presentations that I would start the gallery section off. I thought it would be faster and easier to refer the pages to individual gallery albums.

So far so good, and I managed to load a 136 pic gallery album, to show our time when the bedouin placed us in the Western Mastaba field, (seemingly with a cloak of invisibility!)

The Album was ready, but somehow I registered it to the front page address for the main site.

In doing so I knocked out the internal link from the main site files to its URL.
I sobered up damned quick when I did a site check and just got the one.com default page. Horror!!!

It took a bit of nifty keyboard tapping to restore the links again.... But it has left me with a gallery and its first album, and I still have to figure out how to create a link to it from the new 'Mastaba Field' presentation.

I will just have to keep pushing up that vertical learning curve and sort it.
....Wish I could squeeze out more time to do it though.

Blessings
Richard

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A New Beginning

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I have had a second job it seems for some weeks now.
It has changed my attitude to software programmers.
It sure is hard at the start for a novice.
My learning curve has been vertical, but at last our new site is filling out and is up and running.

It has a new Discussion Forum embedded to it,
...appropriately called: The Kings Chamber

There are an increasing number of presentation pages building up within it, and there are dozens more, with hundreds of supporting pics. waiting to be completed.

Whoopie!!! and without even trying, the counter has just slid past 180,000 hits, so yet again it shows we must be doing something right to attract interest.

All visitors are welcome, ...also to register and participate on the Forum.
...the Index page starts the LINK. C'mon down and take a look :-)

OUR NEW SITE FROM HERE

A lot has been achieved, but there is still an awful lot to do!!!

Blessings
Richard

Feb 20th. 2009 update

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Not enough time to blink!
However, I am getting on with the work requested on the book. I've found it is more than a case of just dropping on to the sentence where I last left off. I have to get 'into the zone' first. As everyone knows, there are certanly enough distractions out there conspiring to hinder.

I often experience occasions when I plan to set time aside for the 'higher' work. I set everything else aside and just at the moment I am ready to start, a 'Murphey's Law' interruption appears to shatter the moment.

This has happened thousands of times, and as like atracts like, I understand whenever something of a higher vibration is to be done, lower vibrationary forces trigger to try and compress or suppress the action.

Another example is when I lay down to meditate with a view to OBE. It does not matter if it is in the day or night, or when I am supposed to be 'unavailable' to others. I may be already going 'alpha,' and the durned telephone will ring, or there will be an unexpected caller, or something else will happen at that exact moment to break me from the higher state.I know in talking with Judith, she often experiences the same thing; and others have confirmed this too.

Negative or lower vibration can do what it will, but having an awareness of these possibilities allows a person to have their defence ready.
I find it possible to overcome the natural lowering reaction, by automatically making the 'Sun' link and manifesting oneness with the center-sun light vibration.

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News otherwise: The site hit count is nudging 79,000, which is pleasing considering I have not managed to add to the extra two pages yet. I do have a whammer of a possible alien form that Judith photographed in stone while we were in Nazlet village. I will be loading this to the site very soon, and spreading it around the forums for interpretation. I know it will stir a lot of interest.

Once again though, if I could afford the time, I have a ton of material that is just waiting for me to load. ...just got to keep plodding on :-)

Blessings
Richard
with Judith


(see site link on last entry.)


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Just an update :-)

Whoopie! another page opened up, despite battling with pop up blockers and server downtimes.

More to come.

see...

http://www.richardgabriel.info

Latest News @ 5th. Feb. 09

So! At last with some expert professional advice behind me, I am charged with the task of doing some more restructuring to the book; but this time with focused intent.

As I have said to myself a thousand times, how the heck am I going to find the time; but hehe! it's all a matter of hunger and priorities. I 'will' find it from somewhere!

In the meantime, Our new site is well and truly open.
At last look the server counter showed over 60,000 hits and climbing, so we gotta' be doing something right.

So far there is the front presentation page and a second menu page, with tons of pics. I have been collating the material for the other pages described in the Menu so I can open the other pages as fast as possible.

I hope all will agree the more pics, info and stories we release will be worth the wait.

I have been grateful of the opportunity also to release/post some new things already across a few good forums and groups. I will be featuring these on the Links page which will be the next one to go live.

The only thing left to do is to get on with it!

Blessings
Richard
with Judith

Here's the new site link again:

http://www.richardgabriel.info



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State of the Books, and a new site

Down to Earth, (the way it is) is hot with a Publisher right now, but the deal is not yet cooked!

For now, to light the way and to help my follow-on book called, Echoes from the Chamber, I have a New Site link that will showcase the events and experiences that have gone into the production of both.

Click here
http://www.richardgabriel.info

Blessings
Richard
with Judith




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The death of a Cat

Y'know, it's amazing how we can get caught up in the crazy pace of everything around us and fail to register the moments that have the most meaning.

Today was furious and stressful. I didn't have time for a second thought about anything. There was too much to deal with at work.
But tonight before closing down I sat there at the screen in an involuntary daydream, and began to remember what I should not have forgotten!

Margaret's Cat 'Billy'' died this morning.
It happened about 6.00am local time. It was with the Vet at the time being nursed through its 24hour observation after a hit and run accident with a car. I was called out early yesterday morning when the poor animal was found freezing and injured at the roadside by passing motorists.With no one else to help, I was called out to transport 'Billy' to the Vet.

Billy was 16 years old and still a big strong ginger cat. It didn't have the strength however to survive the terrible injuries it received. Margaret was distraught, and throughout today, many of the other friends in the block visited her to try and support her.

Billy was Margaret's animal companion and she doted on him. Margaret has always been known as a person who is bright and cheerful at all times, but over the last 24hours, she became drawn and haggard.

Margaret is also is 94 years old and already everyone was saying if someone couldn't persuade her to perk up, she too would decline. Nothing anyone said seemed to console her, and I was too busy to give any great time to her.

In my daydream just now I remembered something that for sure I nearly forgot amid the important but unimportant rush of the day.

I was called briefly to the door because a woman was visiting with a large bunch of flowers in her hand and a greeting card. She asked me if I could pass it on. She was one of the workers from the Vetinary surgery and wished the card and flowers to go to Margaret in sympathy for her loss. She said she would only cause Margaret more distress if she delivered the flowers in person.

I accepted them and grabbed for the time I did not have to take them to her. I was sooo right in the middle of other important things! Help was at hand from another Resident. He offered to take the items to Margaret.

Before I finished work much later, I saw Margaret in the corridor with a couple of her neighbours.
I greeted her and remarked I was glad that she was looking so much better.
She had decided to go to the communal lounge to sit with a few others for a while and she was a lot better. I asked if she liked the flowers delivered earlier.

She liked them very much and was touched by the thought behind them.
She said however it was the card that had really cheered her up. She told me it had a message from the lady Vet who had nursed Billy overnight until he died.
The message had been short and said to Margaret,

'We didn't really loose Billy this morning, Margaret.
He will stay in the hearts of everyone here who knew him for so long, so how can he ever leave us.
We know he will never ever leave you.
Love to you at this time.'

Grief so often condenses our vibration and makes it harder even, for the departed of any kind to draw near in recognition from another level. I have no doubt that those words lifted Margaret just enough for her to finally benefit from the love of those around her; but especially from the animal love now getting through to her from the place where her companion now roams free.
It is the important things we should never forget!

Blessings
Richard.

Tiny Update

Not sleeping!
Still walking up the hill
But moves are afoot
Most activity in the background
But the light draws nearer

You will read about it here first

Blessings
Richard

Book Progress

Update on the Book, (for anyone other than myself who reads this hehe!)

Well that's it folks! The book is all done and packaged, and in a couple of days will be off to the Publisher for consideration. Wish me luck out there! It has been re-edited, revamped, and added to considerably. At a little over 106,000 words, it has put years on my life to get it to this polished stage. We will see. What will be will be! Watch here for further updates, but for now I will leave you with the official Synopsis to browse.


Down to Earth, (the way it is.)
Richard Gabriel

Synopsis

From early childhood I tried to come to terms with Supernormal events that filled my life. Manifestations gave way to precognitions, incredible synchronicities, spontaneous clairvoyance, out of body experiences, automatic writing and much more. I developed an almost obsessive interest in the mysteries and was drawn to ancient times, especially in hidden Egypt. My total preoccupation was to understand the nature and meaning of the fantastic events that followed me always.

In 1981while working and living alone in Germany I had a profound experience that completely changed my life. I had the total recall of a lost memory that exposed the detailed workings of creation through quantum and beyond. It went much further to explain the workings of a living reality beyond physical and the role we play in it.

Knowing the strategy of life did not exempt me from the tactics of its working, and for years I have followed an amazing pathway to fulfil my Birth Plan. One part of it is to offer this explanation of life as a reminder to others. The other part follows the calling to a special task in Egypt that ties with dramatic events I have seen for the world very soon.

This book therefore takes the reader along the route I was taken myself. I had to learn terms of quantum science so I could describe the process for others to understand. As the pathway unfolds, the reader is led on a similar journey, culminating in a clear description of how and why we function as human sentient beings in the scheme of all things.

The second part of the book is an experiential guide where I give detailed answers to many of the most awkward questions on life and death, freely asked by correspondents over the years. These questions have been avoided or evaded by all others, but I have been able to meet them head-on in a frank and honest way.

Time to Dust the Covers Off !

The writer's advice columns give good advice when they say you must walk away from what you have written and come back to it fresh later to give it a good self critique. Well my book, 'Down to Earth,'(the way it is) was completed many years ago and I basically threw it on to a yahoo group as-was for all comers to read and consider. It can even still be accessed from our sleeping Home To Spirit website. But what a difference a few years makes! I hadn't been sufficiently inspired to return to it and do what I knew needed doing in the meantime.

That changed a few weeks ago. I was working hard on the new web site and for the first time in a while I was overcome with another of those familiar supernormal experiences. I was at the computer and stopped in my tracks with sneezes, while a tangible spirit wind blew around me... just like being in a powerful field of moving static electricity. I am used to opening up to find the link when something like this happens. The subject of my book turned over and over in my mind. I opened a screen copy while looking in my mind for the reason that I was being visited like this.

I began to read the first couple of chapters again and all I could think was that it was 'all wrong.' and that it was all 'back to front.'
I read a bit more and could not believe how unpolished it was in places.
The next night I sat at the computer again with no other thought than to get back to the book. Again spirit wind was swirling around me and I realised at last I was being given a kick to get on to the job and polish what I had started.

I have little spare time, but in the three weeks following, up until last week, I had completely reformatted it, with many sections completely rewritten and a lot more detail added.
Now I am at the stage where I am still being urged to see it through this time. I am doing my homework right now to a professional standard, so it will be really ready at last to submit to the Publishers.
I hope it will be considered favourably. We will see..
But for now I am still toying with the thought that I will have to pull the rusty versions that can still be accessed on the Web. I will have to do it soon I guess. Anyway, for posterity and for anyone who reads here at all, I will update as things progress.

For the benefit of those who may read this and don't have a clue what I am talking about, here is a brief explanation.
Supernormal experience has followed me all my life in abundance; through my formative years, also with Judith, and in Egypt.

However, 28 years ago, as a culmination then to my lifelong search for an understanding to it all, I had a life changing experience while working in Berlin, Germany.I named it my 'Event,'and the best way I have found was to describe it thus:

Remember the blockbuster movie called Total Recall, with Arnold Schwartzeneger. His memory had been replaced by an alien memory, but at a later stage he has a total recall of his original memory.
Well for me, I also had a total recall of another memory which was also mine!
I was instantly aware that it explained in detail the nature of matter through quantum to levels of valid reality beyond. It allowed me to put an order to every question I could throw at it about the detailed nature of Life the Universe and Everything.

If anyone ventures to where the old draft copy of the book can be accessed, you are welcome. But forgive me the awkward grammar and lack of polish in places. I would ask perhaps that it would be better to wait until the rewrite appears.. Until then I will just do as I always do, without question and without hesitation... Trust to my Minders on another level who are there to prompt and help, and clearly have a better sense of timing than I have, lol.

Blessings
Richard.

Principles of Possession, or Truth

In a City far away, a Wise man came upon two Priests fighting.
He accosted them and bade them stop.
Their fine temples of worship stood opposite each other on the square and they competed with each other
for the hearts and minds of the population.
Each claimed 'their' version of the Truth was more valid.

The Wise man told them,
"Bring your most sacred Altar stones to me and we will settle the issue."
The stones were laid side by side on the ground and the Wise man spoke again.

"I see a mist around these stones, each of differing colour, and the colours reveal your Principles of Possession. But I look now beyond the mist and I see the similar texture of the stones surface."
I see even beyond their surface to the mass of rock in the ground that they came from. Deeper still, I see the particles of dust and dirt and gas in the Stellar sky that would one day become the Planet that spawned them."

Then before anyone could intervene he produced a hammer and brought it down with mighty force to smash the stones into grains of sand again.

The Priests were outraged. They screamed at him, " You have smashed our sacrad Altar stones.
You have blasphemed and attacked our Truths."
But the Wise man held them back saying,

"No! I have attacked your Principles of Possession instead."
How can you both claim the Truth when you each claim possession of its one symbol.
You both seek to possess the hearts and minds of men in the name of your sacred Truth,
and that your Doctrines represent the only path to find it."

"The stones represent all that has gone before,to form them.
That,is the Truth, and it cannot be Possessed.
So it is with all things.
Your Temples and saints and rituals establish a Principle of Possession only."

He pointed to the ground and continued,
"Now! ...each of you gather a handful of sand and go forth 'Together' to preach the Truth at last,"
..and he marched away, leaving them both in deep thought.
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P.S.
Jesus Christ walked in sandals under open skies and preached to remind us of the Truth.
Since the dawn of time, men have fought to possess it.
Let us all go forth now with a handful of sand and the ability to practice its meaning.

Blessings
Richard
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Wisdom from Cayce

Think on This ...

As has been indicated..

A little more Patient.
A little more Tolerant.
A little more Humble.

But . . .not a Tolerance that becomes Timid--this would make rebellion in self.

Not a Patience that is not Positive.

Not an Humbleness that becomes Morbid or lacking in Beauty.

For as Orderliness is a part of thy being..

So let Consistency--as Persistency--be a part of thy being.


Edgar Cayce Reading 1402-1
Generated by the Association for Research and Enlightenment.

http://www.edgarcayce.org/

Blessings
Richard

New Site Pending

Phew!!
I wish there was someone nearby, with an interest in secret Egypt, a working knowlege of 'Dreamweaver,' and a bit of charitable free time !!

Ah well!! back to the grind lol ;-)
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Ref.our Home To Spirit website being taken down and content Cached in prep. for another professional web site to take its place. (To be filled with very new content about Egypt and many other things.)


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One Foot From The Top

One Foot From The Top

Dennis Dow came bursting into the Pub lounge and in a voice that could be heard clear above the howl of the wind outside, he called out, “ The bloody fool is up there. Hamish is up on the ‘Devil’s Teeth.”

There wasn’t much being said before this announcement, but now there was an instant silence as everybody took the message into their heads.
Eyes went to the blackness out of the window, all seeing with the clarity of memory like daytime. It was a shared vision of their jagged ridge of mountain rising up across the valley to shadow the village.

Josie Macpherson spoke first into his pint of beer.. “ Well! That’s him gone for sure!” Others joined in and as a few of them ventured to the door to peer vainly through the rain and the wind, it was old Mr. Thomas that summed it up, “ There’s no use speculating. It’ll be the fine weather before we bring his body back down !”

The announcement acted like a passive command, and still-warm seats were taken up again with a shudder of discomfort. The evening would be spent with the resolve of personal opinion until everybody was ready to feel their way home; then to go through the whole process again with their families.

The Devil’s Teeth dominated the Village. The ridge began with a low peak but continued with a series of peaks, each higher and more jagged than the last. Then Jutting forward was Spur Tooth, the highest of them all. It was a couple of thousand feet high but was so sheer it looked like 10 thousand feet. The whole lot from solid black rock and like the gaping lower jaw of the Devil himself.

Hamish retreated deep into his mind and still couldn’t find what it was that prompted him to finally do it! He could have chosen any time but this. It didn’t matter that he’d got shelter clothes on and a bag of provisions padding his seat in the lee of a wee cleft. The dark was going to be long. The wet and wind and cold were already eating at his body. He knew though there was no turning back, because whatever prompted him, this moment had been waiting 30 years. It would wait no longer!

The night had been endured. Hamish was driven by his pain and discomfort to seek even worse on his upward climb; even though it would be some time before the valley got the light. At least the wind had blown out and just left the drizzle, which the whole village took for normal daily weather anyway!

There was nothing normal about what lay ahead though. It seemed impossible, …but for 30 years Hamish had gone about his business with his flock of sheep in the valley with one eye always on the ridge. He had studied every crack and crevice from a distance. He knew when the time was right, he would not be beaten like his Father.

No climbers from the city ever came to these parts, and no one but his Father had ever been so foolhardy to try and scale these dangerous heights. Ah there! He justified himself as he recognised a fissure that travelled up through the rump of the Spur. Nobody ever saw this, least of all gave it any great importance. But for Hamish, he knew it was the key to missing the wall at the front they called The Sheet.

Into the crack went his hands, one after the other, followed by his feet underneath him in a painful rhythm of climbing. His strength was being tested to limit and his curses turned to prayers of thanks when the meandering crack opened to a gap he was able to wedge himself for rest.

How long had it been he asked himself. He’d been due to borrow one of the Smithy horses for the weekend to go to the market and here he was, clinging to the side of Spur Tooth. He’d just decided. Now was the time, and before he gave the thought any more consideration he’d grabbed the kit that he’d always got ready and waiting, and set off over the fields.

He was using his arms in front of him as a resting pillow and realised he was staring at his hand. It came into focus and he saw how the drizzle was washing the trickles of blood from small cuts right up his coat sleeve. It didn’t really matter because all he felt was the wet over his body. But his interest had brought the pain of it to his senses. Hamish had no time for that and stirred himself to press on.

Ever onward he climbed and stopped at another break line in the rocks, his chest heaving with the exertion. Now he could see over the front of the ridge. He looked down and felt a flush of emotion as he recognised the scree bed far below. This had been the rocky cushion where they had gathered his Father’s lifeless body. He felt a spirit wind brush over his head and began to cry as he realised he may be clinging where his father had been clinging all those years ago. It was always speculated that he had maybe injured himself on the way up and lost his grip as he tried to carry on. Hamish took a particular interest in the outcrop and looked around him just in case!

He choked yet again. There for sure a little way higher, he saw the unmistakable presence of a rusting tin. He climbed a little further to examine it before shaking himself with even greater resolve to get to the top.

It was at least 3 hours later. Hamish knelt in his battered state with his clothes and hands torn from the sharp rocks. But the day had entered that phase in the morning when there is a calm like the Gods were drawing their breath for the day. The dawn had not fully broken through the blanket of cloud on the horizon to begin stirring things up again. He looked up and could see how close he was now.

The last distance would be a hands and feet, crab climb, but he knew he had nearly done it. He allowed himself the luxury of talking to his Father again. He reminded him of his promise at the funeral. “One day,” he had said… “One day… he would defeat the Devil’s Teeth for his Father. The mountain had spit his Father’s broken body back into the valley like the pip from a grape, and now he, Hamish, was there to subdue and tame it!

At last he stood erect. From the distant village and valley floor it looked like some giant had used a file to sharpen the Spur Tooth into a razor edge. Hamish stared in front of him as he realised the Mountain’s little secret.
The sharp edge seen from below was a façade that concealed a near perfect 6-foot platform of level flat rock at the very summit. Hamish even laughed for the first time in years. A genuine laugh from his stomach.

Here was the moment! The Sun was just beginning to rise above the cloud and strike forth towards him. In front was the platform of rock. He stood before it and was presented with a simple step up of several inches, to finally get on to the ‘winners-podium.’

As the rays of sun began to light him up against the background sky, he saw himself in his mind’s eye.

In those split seconds of anticipation he saw himself standing on top of this world with his arms held high and a primordial scream of triumph filling the valley.
He saw himself photographed into the memory of the peak in triumph, and the tears flowed again for his Father. The scream when it came, was even louder; but it was a scream inside of him.

All he had to do was take one more step up and he would seem like a conquering statuesque god atop the peak to anyone searching far below. One more step! And he could claim it.

Three times Hamish lifted his leg in hesitation to mount the stage. Three times his foot lowered to the ground again. He reached his hand into his pocket and fingered the note he had found in his Father’s rusting tin. His leg lifted and hesitated one more time.

His Fathers scribbled words rolled over and over in his mind until at last he was ready to answer them. The words said simply…. “ I did it! I did it! …
Hamish finally answered. “So did I, Father, so did I” then with a smile, he turned on his heels and began to make his way back down the mountain.

Blessings
Richard
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Hiking Synchronicity

Synchronicity ......... Who would have believed it!

There was probably just over an hour until darkness. I just had time to get out of my work clothes and into some warm casuals. Judith was ready and waiting and we jumped into the car and made haste to get to the other side of Ledbury.

We had never managed to visit Eastnor Castle but the Park Estate and grounds more than made up for it. On previous trips we had seen many animals there including dozens of rabbits caught in the headlights. The road through the lower part of the park meandered across the hillside then down to the belly of the valley beside the lakes, before running a parallel track on the high ground opposite.
One evening we saw a magnificent Stag strutting across the meadow less than 50 yards from us, and we had seen plent of deer. The noise of the geese, ducks and other wildfowl at dusk around the lake sounds like a shouting competition.

Previously we had promised ourselves we would park close to a track rising steeply up the high hill overlooking the estate, and tackle the hill climb.
At this late time of the year, there were no caravans; no tents, and no people... except us.

Tonight we would climb the hill.
A few hundred yards up the track, a sheep fence and gate barred the way. I lazily drove the car up the hill to the fence and parked on to the verge. We secured everything and started up the track with serious intent. However, we had only walked a short distance... just far enough to 'get our puff,' and from nowhere a young sheepdog appeared!

We looked around for its owner and there was no one in sight.
The dog must have escaped from somewhere or was lost.
It seemed friendly and with a bit of persuasion came over to us.
I found its collar was too tight and with the use of a couple of pebbles I managed to bash a looser hole so it could be refitted.
Our animal-protective instincts kicked in and we speculated on what to do!

The nearest house could be a mile or more away... and where?
We knew if necessary we would take it to the RSPCA... but this would involve logistics! The dog was clearly happy to see us. It constantly foraged around but continued to return to us. We decided to walk on for a while and see if it would follow. We looked everywhere to try and see its owner.
We decided if the dog was still with us at the end of the walk we would take it with us to safety.

Up the hill we puffed. Past the huge growing tree stump half way up the hill.
Looking back over the valley and the distant horizon in the late afternoon light the stump made a fantastic shillouette against the crimson dusk sky.

We arrived at the peak of the hill and were greeted by the sight of a huge obelisk marking the highest point.
The dog was still with us. It had found a dead rodent at one point and we had to wait while it greedily chewed it. The dog was hungry. We had nothing to use as a lead and we had no food to offer.
Once, we saw movement just up ahead and spotted deer moving into the tall bracken. The dog had its head to the smells of the ground and didn't notice them at all.
We continued walking. The track dipped toward the following valley and we saw how it curved to the left and made use of the saddle between the hills. It disappeared along the line of the next hill some distance away.

We were in a quandry. We were even further away from civilisation now.
We could see a house on the distant hill. It would be no further to walk toward it than it would be to turn back. There was still some day light and the dog was still bounding about foraging, and using us as its return marker every few minutes. We decided to try and reach the house to make an enquiry.

The track was a lot longer than we thought. We had walked a few miles by now for sure. We would have been pleased to stay on this higher ground to watch the sunset but it was difficult to relax as we became more concerned for the welfare of the dog. If there was no one was at the house we faced the prospect of looking after the dog on the long way back in pitch darkness.

Eventually we arrived on the hill leading toward the house.
The hedges and trees closed in on us from the sides of the road but we were nearly there.

Suddenly the mood was broken by the arrival of headlights and a chugging engine coming up the hill in our direction. I called to Judith to jump clear and signal the driver to stop. I called the dog to me and it obediently allowed me to grab its collar and hold it to the side of the road.

I waved my free hand to the driver and he stopped just a few yards from us. It was a well used off-road 4x4, with blinding lights! We heard the car door and out stepped a countryman. Judith and I both launched into the story of finding the dog.

The odds must have been astronomical! All that way from home on a distant hillside with a stray dog in almost pitch darkness, and the man who just pulled up in a vehicle was the one who lost the dog earlier in the day, miles away.

The dog wasn't even his. He had been minding it for a friend who was visiting from a farm in Wales. The dog was a young sheepdog and he had been searching for it for hours. He was overjoyed and overwhelmed at the coincidence.
In our version we were overwhelmed and overjoyed at the Synchronicity!

We were all happy, including the dog, who was called 'Meg' by the way.
In minutes, man and dog were safely on their way home.

We too began the long walk to our car.
We were well pleased how events conspired to produce the a happy ending. The long way home did not seem so long after all. At the top of the hill the sunset was glorious! Who could have imagined a simple hike would turn out as it did?

PS. Who could have also imagined that 48 hours later we were on a deep forest walk in the Forest of Dean and we rescued another 2 stray Labrador dogs!
But that is another story.

Blessings
Richard and Judith



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Telling the Truth

The line is removed between Truth and Deceit
To see its return first admit its defeat

...when all that is False has fallen away
...when only the True is willing to stay

...when you reach for a hand to the False with your Pride
leaving Truth in the corner, or deeper inside

...when you reach for support as the False disappear
while True waits with strength to deal with the Fear

...while yearning for warmth, as False chills the sight
while True who was banished, burns brighter than light

...when you Really find True and at last Realise
that 'Your' True were all False, in a clever disguise

...and False moves along to blind someone new

The one who's still standing, is the One who is True!


Blessings
Richard


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Not so Hidden Secrets of God

God thought to hide his secrets in a secure place.
How about on the Moon he reflected.

But then, one day human beings would get there, and it may be that those who arrive would not be worthy of such knowledge.

Maybe in the ocean or deep underground?
But that again was dismissed for the same reason.

Then the solution occurred to him:
I shall put my secrets in the inner sanctum of their own minds; then only those who seek them and really deserve them, will be able to find them.


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Blessings
Richard

Exactly What is God ?

Can you dangle your feet into the ocean and let your mind travel to its farthest connection.
Can you reach in an unbroken thought, to miles below the deepest surface, and feel the crushing pressure.
Can you reach to the hundreds of thousands of rivers and inlets, and feel the differing quality of the water rushing to join.
Can you leap to the rain and the tempest raging in its many degrees.
Can you return from the atomised spray in the air across the globe, and feel the difference as salt turns to fresh ice and the vast frozen sheets.
In your mind-sense can you make those connections?

Can you stand in a forest after the storm, and hear the water sucking into the ground.
Can you hear the trees and plants heaving as they shed water and lift to the sky.
Can you touch a tree and hear the sap transforming in its leaves.
Can you plunge below the earth and see energy sharing from the soil.
Can you see how the roots of all life mingle across the world.
Can you embrace a tree and share its link with all that it touches and connects ?

Can you stand in a crowd, and step out again while still there.
Can you see the packages of life that everyone displays.
Can you see the attributes and movement these produce.
Can you see how their interaction is derived from the resistance between them.
Can you see the unbroken thread, which is woven in a blanket of consequence to all things as a result ?

Can you reach beyond your own senses and sensation.
Can you hear your own heartbeat and the blood pumping through your own body.
Can you take your awareness beyond your body, and travel to places beyond yourself.
Can you interact with others there who can do the same or who's home is there.
Can you look back and see the limitations of your material self.
Can you appreciate the difference ?

Can you imagine the qualities of a Mobius Loop and travel its length.
Can you conceive its infinite nature.
Can you visualise its expansion into Torus.
Can you continue your mind-sense movement in the spiral of compression and expansion within its flow.
Can you see at its core, how matter is actualised from virtuality.
Can you see how Motivation drives the process?

Can you fill your lungs with air and feel how you are drawing the cosmos into you.
Can you feel the Torus working within you by your own motivation.
Can you fly forth and trace it back to our closest source in the Sun.
Can you connect to its core and feel the Torus there too.
Can you strech out in every direction with its particles, and touch the fabric of other planets.
Can you take your awareness there and feel their quality, shared in your breath ?

Can you go beyond that, to the other millions of systems in our space.
Can you conceive their shared connection in the transformation.
Can you grasp, the Infinite millions of other endless star bodies and their planets.
Can you see the motivation in their movement.
Can you see the motivation in your own movement.
Can you see your own thoughts.
Can you see the responsibility of your own cause?

Can you see the creative movement within yourself.
Can you grasp, the creative movement beyond yourself.
Can you see the whole intrinsic connection with your own Presence.

Can you see the greater motivation from infinity, for all things.
Can you see the vastness.
Can you see it also, dwelling within you?

If your answer is 'Yes' to these things; then you need no longer ask the question.


Blessings
Richard
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On the Question of Importance

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Several times I have been in situations where someone is feeling low and they feel they have no importance in the scheme of things!

We all feel low sometimes, but if it ever happens again, try these thoughts…

Turn your attention and thought to your Mother and Father.
Then switch to thoughts of your Grandmother and Grandfather.
Then even think if you can, to your Great Grandparents.
Think how the family goes back in time to the Great-greats… and even the Great-great-greats!
Try hard to see how it travels back even beyond them to a distant time in the past.

We all have lines of ancestors who probably wove a trail, which goes back to every country and to every mixed experience of joy and horror imaginable.

Their importance is vested in You. You are their culmination here and now!

They all lived their hopes and dreams, struggling against the conflict of difference in their relationships. Just like you, they held hopes and dreams of importance for their children; who were also your descendants, and here you are as a result.
You are their importance.
You are their culmination.

The importance you have vested in your own children is the same importance that is vested in you.

All the people around you share that same importance.
Will you now share in it with them?

When they look back in another thousand years, will they be able to say that with our importance we finally saw beyond ourselves, and made a difference?

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Finding the Right Path

There is a plan.. It is the one seen by Fools.. and it is the plan born of the Senses

There is a plan.. seen by the Seeker.. and it can be the plan of Self-delusion

There is a plan.. which yields everything to those, who themselves yield everything.

To gain all ..But first, to know how to give up everything within ourselves.

Must we gather all to gain all? ...when Truth is the opposite.

We covet our possessions and Life parts us from those possessions...
This is Resistance

In Resistance dwells Conflict

In Conflict, there is imbalance

Balance is the journey through both; and Perfection is the product of all.

Blessings
Richard
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Giza, Egypt and the whole story.

Over the last couple of years in particular, the Web groups have been filled with speculations about the location of the Halls of Records and issues concerning the Great Pyramid, or Giza in general. The speculation has been fuelled by scant factual information. This has happened for two reasons.

Firstly, authorities in Egypt would understandably only wish to spoon-feed safe information to the public if they were following a hidden agenda of self interest, based upon greater understandings and discoveries only guessed at by the rest of the world. Secondly, safe information and the suspicion of conspiracy has led to a thousand armchair pundits circulating half truth in good faith.

Self interest and fear prevents those who ‘could’ actually add to the information base and help us all to unravel the ancient mysteries in Egypt. Their motivation for silence is understandable in the circumstances, but is useless to the rest of the seeking world. Furthermore, often those whom I speak of, use techniques of disinformation and distortion far too often, and this is inexcusable.

Judith and I have a particular interest in Egypt, which stems in this life from childhood, and by our own understandings from a time reaching far back beyond our lives.

Just like Dreyfuss in the movie ‘Close Encounters of the Third Kind,’ we have pursued our driven interest and experience with expedition trips to Egypt over the last few years.

These trips have led to quite extraordinary experiences, sometimes alone, and sometimes in the company of other members of our collective ‘Quest’ exploration group from around the world. Much of our activity is still ongoing and concerns areas well away from the plateau. We have resisted all temptation up until now to freely publish the detail of our experience because we have been guilty in part of some of the things I highlighted at the start of this post. Our main concern however, has always been the well being of those brave individuals in Egypt who have placed themselves and their families at considerable risk to help us.

The work away from the plateau has been yielding great big pieces to a jigsaw we are putting together and must wait a while to be fulfilled and given up to everyone.

But, the speed of events that are unfolding on this Planet, and the changing circumstances on the plateau have persuaded us to at least offer up all that we can from our experiments and experiences at Giza and in the Great Pyramid, so far! We believe it will add something new to what is out there at the moment and we hope it will persuade a few other notable explorers (also sitting on important information,) to loosen up and break cover with us a little. Certainly I think the amazing stuff that has happened to us will pop a few minds, and maybe stimulate a few others to get out there themselves and let the magic happen to them too !!!

It will be for you to judge if we help to clarify the picture a little. At least for once you will be getting a factual account, with real first hand information and not a bunch of bullshine.
I have written the whole thing out in a sort of diary adventure format.

Importantly also; it would be worth far less if I did not take the trouble to explain how we came to be there and for what reason in the first place! So…. You will get a preamble and the rest will be spread out to tell it as it happened… It is not just a single A4 sheet of info…. So for those who are interested, follow our link below and it should take you straight to our Disclosure on one of our homesite discussion forums set up for the purpose.

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November 2007 : We are updating this entry because since it was written, the link to the full text has been cached on our HomeToSpirit site pending the opening of a brand new site. This will still show the archived material, but it will have a mass of brand new information that we are now ready to publish. News of its opening will be given here.

Blessings
Richard and judith


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The House of Great Intent

Caspian knew this was going to be a day like no other. He had been attending College for as long as he could remember. Many years ago, when teachers talked a lot about what the future held for everyone, there was much said about the turning stages in their lives.

He thought back to those times and smiled at how the early College ‘structuring lessons’ provided a route-map, when their whole lives in front of them seemed so daunting.

His Mentor had taken him quite by surprise! Caspian had simply asked what their next lesson would be about. His Mentor replied quietly, “It is time to move on! We will make the journey tomorrow.”

Caspian knew better than to be late, and precisely at the appointed time he was waiting at the driveway for the carriage to arrive. He didn’t have to wait long and in a twinkling, he was settling himself down on the seat alongside his Mentor.

Not much was said as they jollied along. Caspian’s senses spread to dream forth beyond the hedgerows and trees. The dappled shafts of light through the roadside tree branches sent him into a trance. The day played tricks on him and several times he was startled at what he thought were the figures of old acquaintances and past scenes at the roadside. But they were only real in his mind. He asked himself if the journey was meant to do that to him.

He disappeared into a sea of expectation, until the monotony of leafy wood smells and the constant creak of the coach straps finally brought focus back to the carriage. It seemed like several hours since they began, but it was really less than one hour.
Caspian didn’t get the chance to develop the thought further. His Mentor spoke again abruptly. “Well Caspian, soon you will be able to make your choice. I will only be able to help you from a distance now. You need experience, and for that, you must make your first choice of direction - alone!”

Caspian hesitated. He wasn’t sure if the words formed a question…or if he was just meant to reflect on them harder.
Mentor spoke again. “Do you know of the place where we will soon arrive?”

Of course Caspian knew! He and his friends talked often about it!
The House of Good Intent filled ‘Hope’ valley, where no one else lived for miles.
It was a building rising like a mountain into the landscape with a single access road that disappeared into its depths. Caspian had only heard of it, but its description flowered in his mind as he craned his neck from the carriage window to get a better look.

Caspian waited for fear to overtake him. The carriage was gone. His Mentor was still by his side, but the huge intimidating path reaching through the structure should have filled him with apprehension. There was only excitement!
There was parting advice. “ I will be there to advise you if needed, but you must go forward and find your route yourself.”

He turned and his Mentor was gone. The corridor was more like another underground roadway. He became aware of the many other people there, striding along with such intent. He moved along for a while and presently came to a large side entrance.
It opened to a huge room filled with noisy people. As he became accustomed to the atmosphere, he saw the whole place seemed like a party in full swing. His mood lifted even more as he saw how everyone was so friendly. At every turn he was invited to join with them, to dance or be merry.

He wandered about in amazement at the fest and marvelled at the homespun clothes worn by many there. Often he came across larger groups; each listening to a different spokesperson giving a lesson or lecture or speech on the merits of neighbourly Love and tolerance, and how everything there was absolutely free! They all urged him to do his own thing, in assurance of total peace; and no one would trouble him to pay for any of it.

Caspian stayed a long while and enjoyed himself. He supped and was merry. He lost count of the invitations he received to remain there. He felt happy and time passed without notice. But even Caspian finally reached his full capacity for love and brotherly tolerance. He was becoming weary and hungry. He wandered around and could find nowhere to rest. He could find nowhere to eat… In fact to his surprise, he saw there were ample provisions stored in different places, but there was no one there to prepare it.

His weariness turned to unease and then to discord. He noticed other things too. Just about everything there was shabby; the furniture, the decorations, and even the clothes worn by everyone. The walls were bare and beyond the people, the place was lifeless.

He moved closer and closer to the entrance. Someone drew close to him and asked him in a loving way if he was enjoying himself. He told them he was hungry and tired and wanted to know why everything under the surface was so shabby. The man said he should not trouble himself with such things and invited him to come on and join the party again.

When Caspian protested further, the man admitted there was no one there who knew how to take care of the things he had mentioned. There was no one organised, or who still knew how to attend to them… and in any case, as everything was free, who could expect the furnishings and such, to be luxurious. He said all would be fine, if everyone remained happy and loving. It was more than Caspian could take and he hurried back out of the entrance.

The corridor rolled on and on and at last another entrance appeared.
Caspian stood at the grand entrance desk to peer inside. It was another great room. To his surprise he realised in this room there was another huge party in full swing. There ‘were’ major differences. There were no fantastic decorations, but he could see there was food aplenty. He could see that everything was clean and modestly luxurious. He could see there were rest areas. He was impressed! He asked the attendant how much it cost to go inside.

Caspian had to endure the promotional welcome first. He was told the party was carefully arranged for his every need and enjoyment. He was told he would receive exclusive club Membership to ensure his well being. He was told that he could come visit free for the first day, but then for the very great privileges of his Membership there would be a fee; which he need not even think about that until he had sampled the delights.
Surely it was an offer he could not refuse!

Satisfaction gripped him again. The party rolled on. Everyone showed the same Love and friendship as before, but now he had eaten and was rested. He mingled and was accepted with open arms. There was not a posse of lecturers here; but there was one man who remained aloof, in his own exclusive section. This man was dressed in the finest suit and carried an air of loft authority.

At an unspoken moment the party music stopped, and more spectacular presentational music began. With a bang, fireworks exploded a shower of glitter into the air and everyone cheered. The noise settled down and Caspian saw how the finely dressed man stood high on a red-carpeted podium. His motivational talk brought the crowds to their feet. He spoke of the unity of brotherly and sisterly Love. He spoke of the unity of the Club and how all things would be theirs if all Members supported each other. He promised how all the benefits of the world would be theirs if they continued to follow his words and leadership. The people were ecstatic. Their leader spoke of the great teaching he was handing down to them from on high; and how perfection of experience would be theirs to claim soon.

To Caspian, all this was new. He had not yet learned the strange rituals, which everyone seemed to be following. Oh! yes, he had noticed! He saw how the crowd suddenly saluted in a weird way to their leader. He saw how the greeting was delivered in unison by most everyone there. He noticed also that every member wore the same Talisman around their neck as their badge of Membership. It carried a picture of their leader.

Caspian made his way back to the entrance and asked the Guard how much it cost to be a permanent Member of the club. The man replied that he would be expected to pay a weekly fee thereafter, …and to go forth regularly to find new recruits for their wonderful Party.

Caspian asked where all the promised gifts and gadgets were kept. The Guard indicated to the far side of the party hall. He explained there were catalogues there where he could choose what he liked.

Caspian asked again if he could talk to someone who had received their gifts.
The Guard drew back in astonishment. He said, “Don’t be silly, we have no place for them here where everyone needed space to enjoy themselves. Gifts are held back and in the future there would be plenty of time for everyone to enjoy these benefits.”

It took Caspian only a minute to put distance between himself and the Party Club. He ran back out the entrance and away up the passage before anyone could stop him.
Caspian was a weary Soul by now and almost walked past the next entrance without stopping

This was different again! Another hall greeted him and it was producing a cheerful hubbub from within. Curiosity got the better of Caspian and he pushed through the entrance doors. He was amazed. There were many people here also enjoying themselves. However, although visitors moved about freely, there were clear gatherings all over the place. In fact the whole vast room was filled with open teaching classes, dealing with everything that Caspian ever imagined. There were groups learning how to use wonderful devices and technology Caspian had never seen before. There were classes teaching all the different processes of the body, and nature, and machinery and all manner of things he had not thought of.

Caspian found if he stopped to listen here and there, the groups had organised themselves to help each other and whenever he needed to know something, as if by magic, another person was ready with an answer or with instruction. He lost track of time. He became engrossed in this and that, and his knowledge and understanding increased with every move. At the end of the room there were other closed doors. Occasionally, someone would break away and go through one of them, and did not return. This puzzled Caspian and he grabbed the opportunity to speak with another separate man who had been circulating and seemed available to answer questions from anyone.

Caspian’s queries were all answered quietly and readily.. The man told him that when visitors wanted to move forward to understand even higher things, they could choose which door to use. He also said that visitors were free to leave whenever they wanted. Caspian felt content and happier than he had ever been. He wanted to stay. He wanted to learn all there was to learn here. He wanted to Understand everything. He was in awe of the man he was talking with, for he knew he must be a great teacher.

But, a thought of panic gripped him.. He remembered his former experiences. He asked the man to explain how all this was on offer without charge. The man humbly explained that he was no great guru but just a Messenger, and that truly of course there was a price to pay for all that Caspian could see, but hastened to add that it was well within Caspian’s means. He told Caspian that all he had to do was to sign up for the long term lessons and all would be fine.

Caspian understood and said, “ Master I have chosen my path and I will gladly sign up for your long term instructions.”

The man looked kindly at Caspian and told him he had to sign up and pledge his total commitment to a true Master who was far greater than he was.
Caspian asked if he could see this Great Master.

The man gently led Caspian to a doorway. He put a beautifully inscribed Contract into Caspian’s hand along with a pen. He told Caspian he must go through the door to sit on the chair inside. Presently the light would come on, and he would finally meet the Grand Master for whom he would sign up to this great pathway.

Caspian sat as told. He laid the Contract on the desk in front of him, and as the door closed behind him to create total darkness, Caspian sat poised with the pen to get the task done. He was so excited to be about to meet the man who would be his ultimate Mentor in life.

Suddenly the light came on with a brilliance that filled the room. Every wall and every surface within the room was made of Mirror, and all Caspian could see, was his own reflection staring back at him !

Which path dear reader have you chosen ?

Blessings
Richard

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From Darkness to Light

It seems my own story had a direct bearing in a completely separate situation elsewhere! I thank those involved for telling me their private tale.
This next entry appears in the archive but I have agreed to their request to repost it again.
I hope it may strike a chord for others and shed some light of understanding in their world too.
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Two abiding memories formed the summary of childhood experience for the little boy as he now stood at the Marriage altar.
One was of his awareness of something greater and good outside of himself, which also filled him to the brim when he thought he was going to be broken; then making him feel stronger than anything

The other was of the familiar ritual where he had to drop his pants, bend with his head low and reach out to grasp the sides of the door frame, as his father spilled blood from his skin with lashing strokes from his leather strap.

These two experiences were replicated in many dramas, which produced a young man with an iron grip to his Spirit but with a mundane head that was totally screwed up.
Now he wanted to prove to the world and his father, that he was worth more than the dirt he had been brainwashed into believing was his value.

He went for the big one.. He excelled.. But soon his conditioning dragged him down- to fulfil the failure instilled in him.
His time with the Elite of the Military came to an end.
He was sorely inadequate. He needed to start learning how to get in touch with himself. He needed support for the journey toward light to begin. He needed a partner who would tell him how to tie his shoes, and how to feed himself… and how to draw breath.

At the altar, his partner was happy. For 18 years she had lived in the shadow of her several brothers and sisters as the last sibling.. Always the cast offs.. always the last for attention.. always least important… But now it was different.. She was in charge.. She had found her perfect partner and all he wanted was somebody to be lovingly in charge of him…

At 18 and 19 years old… the nearly two decades of run-in to divorce had begun.
That is how long it took for their journeys to play out within each other, and for the wheel to turn again. At the end, they were as strangers, unable to understand nor tolerate the alien presence they had evolved into for each other… Their scars showed the depth and the distance of their experience together, and reflected their short and hard won evolvement.

Oh the Lawyers were good! …But his was less good..

Two good years she had then shared in life with the man, a neighbour who had been there secretly and truer for her, before a heart attack reclaimed her to Spirit.
Two years on and our journeyman was living the fact of losing family, home, job, possessions, esteem.. but not Spirit … never Spirit… His lessons showed the futility of coveting the Material and clinging to hurt. Truth never charges a fee.

But then… what was this…. A chance meeting.. The young man was in total confusion.. Here was someone with whom he seemed able to telepath.. It was quite funny. It went beyond funny when they found they shared the same unusual birthday, and the detail of their life journey so far played to perfectly parallel tracks.
He felt a conviction of Spirit.. that here at last was someone who was there to share Love at a Soul level first.

Then for so many years he denied in his foolishness the fact of her journey on parallel tracks; but on a track that had not yet been laid equal in distance to his own.
The perfection of agony for years as he strove to defy the interval between them. The build of frustration as she in turn; many years unready to share at Soul level, finally delivered the severance blow of betrayal…
and the wheel turned again.

He now for the second time turned his face to Spirit and walked away from the efforts of his Love.. His home, job, family, possessions…. But not his esteem this time.. and not his Spirit… never Spirit.

Twice now he had returned from the dead.
His lack of understanding had led him to the edge of the abyss.
Two times he had faced the abject despair of grief, rejection and betrayal..
Two times he denied his Spirit… Two times, by any of the rules that hold for anything, his suicide actions should have ended his life..
Two times, Through the direct intervention of spirit.. he was saved from himself; his ignorance forgiven..
and the wheel turned again.

The elements were all in place… He had served two long terms in the classroom.
Would the pattern of his scars finally yield his lesson..

His wife and he, had been a perfect mismatch.. Their coming together was perfectly timed..
But evolvement to understanding requires conflict for the inadequacies to be confronted and dealt with.. The conflict was temporary, the lesson was permanent.

In his second relationship he was almost ready to make bonding contact at a vibrationary level first.. His partner was not… He was not yet even aware that he had evolved to seek this merging of Spirit.
..and for each of the Souls involved, the same process was taking place..

The father, raised by a substitute himself; … striking out at his own conditioning in his brutality to an innocent child….. instead of confronting it within him.

The wife who understood only her unhappiness at the complete lack of affinity with her partner.. and the seal of her true sacrifice as she returned to Spirit early; having fulfilled her Birth plan to be a catalyst of positive change in others..

The partner who could not understand the power coming from the spiritual electric fire which her man had turned on to her at full heat; combined with the gnawing desire to learn the use of wings she had grown herself during the relationship.

The elements were all in place and Understanding was his, at last.
He returned in his mind to the little boy and gave him permission to feel the way he did.
He returned in his mind to bless and thank his absent wife for her sacrifice in his pathway.
He returned in his mind to wish Love, direction and Peace for his former partner as she continued with her Plan..

Finally he looked at himself in the mirror and realised that beyond the illusion there was a greater prize… This was a prize of Spirit and Understanding, and it was everlasting… This was the Ultimate prize… to be One with all things while still of the Earth Plane. To be One with the true power of everlasting Love.. To be blessed as a direct conduit for this force.

But how could this be?… His lessons revisited him… Mind Body Spirit… He was of the flesh…. And all energies must be balanced to claim the prize…
Mind Body Spirit... Male/Female... No more conflict...
If these were not in balance, the initiate could only dream.
This he realised… He thirsted like a dying man for the final connection… Could his energy really be balanced by the matching opposite form in true harmony in this life….
He yielded to his friends in the higher Spheres for an answer…
and the wheel turned again.

He looked back to his own distant horizon now with Love, compassion, gratitude and forgiveness.
He Looked to his future with hope..
The doors opened before him…
Some way ahead he recognised someone…
She looked familiar. Very familiar. It was a stranger.
But the stranger looked ‘as his own image.’
In all of humanity, could she possibly be? Really really be,
his true balance.

He called across to her...

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I pray the Love of Insight and Understanding similarly lifts all those Brothers and Sisters here who travel their own pathways of conflict in their journey to Grace.

The closer we stand to our conflict - the more the image is blurred.

My Complete Love to you all.
Richard
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CHUANGTSE ....Who can argue this ?

When Knowledge traveled north, across the Black Water and over the Dark Steep Mountains, he met Do-nothing Say-nothing and asked him about Tao, and Do-nothing Say-nothing did not reply.

He turned back and went to the south of the White Water, up the Fox Hill and asked All-in-extremes about Tao. "Ha! I know. I will tell you..." But just as he was about to speak, he seemed to forget what he was going to say and Knowledge also received no reply.

Then he came back to the royal palace and asked Yellow Emperor concerning Tao. And the latter said, "Man becomes alive from the collection of the vital spirit. When the vital spirit collects, he is alive, and when it scatters, he dies. If life and death are steady companions, why should I care?"

Therefore all things are one. What we love is the mystery of life. What we hate is corruption in death. But the corruptible in turn becomes mysterious life, and mysterious life once more becomes corruptible. The world is permeated by one spirit. Therefore the Sage places value upon unity."

"Then you and I know Tao, and they don't," said Knowledge.

"Do-nothing Say-nothing was right," replied the Yellow Emperor.
"All-in-extremes was quite near it. But you and I are still far from Tao. He who knows does not speak, and he who speaks does not know."

"I asked Do-nothing Say-nothing about Tao," said Knowledge, "but he did not answer me. Not that he would not, but he could not. So I asked All-in-extremes. He was just going to tell me, but he did not tell me. Not that he would not, but just as he was going to do so, he forgot what he wanted to say. Now I ask you and you are able to tell me. Why do you say, therefore, that you are far from Tao??"

"Of the two," repiled the Yellow Emperor, "the former was genuinely right, because he really did not know. The latter was quite near it, because he had forgotten. You and I are still far from Tao, because we know."

When All-in-extremes heard this remark, he praised the Yellow Emperor for knowing what he was talking about.

CHUANGTSE-

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A Handful of Sand

Egyptian Sojourns 05

(Letters from Egypt)

Have you ever picked up a handful of sand?
You know what I mean!
Like when you are on the beach, or in the garden or somewhere?
A handful of sand; held just long enough to make a connection to it before you scat it back to the ground.

I had a handful of sand.

The Sun reached over my shoulder and I noticed the sparkle here and there as specs of rock-quartz reflected the light back into my eyes.
The texture was mixed.
It was powder dry.
I angled my hand slightly to study the piece of flat shell that was mixed in with it.
I knew the shell was old,...very old!

We had just uncovered several inches of sand from a crystallised fossil.
It was a big fish. A Colecanth or something similar.
Teffi said maybe it was a complete one, and, “If we could dig it out we would see!”

A Couple of scaled pieces had broken away; like lumps of sandstone covered in fine crystal.

Malai said, “Yes, take some; there are many here,” as if it was the most natural thing in the world to say! “We can dig, next time you come.”

We had been taking a break, …and now we returned to it.

I noticed how beautifully the colour of their Monk’s robes contrasted the deep beige of the sand. I saw how Judith’s boot made a scoop in the sand when she sat down, and as the sand grains slipped back to surround it again I wondered if the sand would slip inside.

In front of us and behind us the valley merged to the horizon.

The illusion of monotony ironed out the dunes and hills into Flatness and Distance.

I went back to my handful of sand.

The absolute perfect stillness probably only lasted a few seconds, ...before someone spoke again.

But I noticed it.

A few seconds that were timeless.

It was as if the desert and the ancient fish had joined with us to give a collective sigh.

I felt the force of God move closer, ...and I grabbed the Moment.

The ancient fossil didn’t fix the precious moment for me.

It was the a handful of sand.

Blessings
Richard

The Man with the Broken Leg

The time is long overdue to tell this true personal story, where I was given a profound lesson in humility.
Early this year we made our first visit to Egypt.
We visited our good Brother friends the Coptic Monks, who live simply, in a cave community way out in the desert.

We occupied a large Guest Cave, sleeping comfortably using padded mattresses on raised rock platforms, with the sparkle of thousands of tiny crystals embedded in the rock above. There was another lesser Guest Cave further along the escarpment, used mainly for occasional pilgrims who visited to renew themselves and pay respect to the Holy Spirit of the place.

I noticed someone there, who was clearly from outside the community.
He was a short spindly, wizened Egyptian man, maybe in his late 50’s.
He had the demeanour of someone like a farmer perhaps, who had put on his Sunday suit to visit… the same one that had been taken from the closet perhaps a dozen times in as many years for such purpose. It was as if the worker-Presence reached beyond the tired crease in his city trousers, and the faded 60’s pattern of his nylon shirt.

If his clothes and his persona seemed odd and out of place, in this savage, beautiful wilderness, there was something else about him more obvious that caught my attention.
He was limping badly; holding his left leg as stiff as a board as he walked about in obvious discomfort. He looked extraordinarily out of place!

I asked one of our Monk friends to tell me about him.
He explained, the man lived in a community many miles from there.
He apparently made visits a couple of times a year to the Monastery.
He always seemed to catch a lift to the nearest roadway, at least 2 to 3 miles across the difficult terrain of the desert. He always opted to walk the last long stretch off road himself, as the start of a sort of Soul-cleansing exercise for himself.
He always felt he had to give best respect to the Monks by dressing (wholly inappropriately for the desert,) in his finest clothes.

There was a difference this trip.
The man had broken his leg in 2 places.

In Egypt… unless you have the means and wherewithal to afford the best medical treatment for anything serious, and if you are one of the sub-class, you do the best you can under the circumstances. For this man, the best was a simple splint, and a mile of bandage, binding his leg from top to bottom.
He had actually managed to get across the desert, on foot, in his state, just to merge with the Holiness on offer there! I was utterly amazed.

I thought I had seen everything! But there the story was far from over.
A few days later we had completed our work and reluctantly it was time to leave.
Our Four-wheel drive vehicles were all loaded. Our Police escorts had taken their seats inside. We said our goodbye until the next time, and off we set.

I have to tell you that when you see those film shots of vehicles in desert terrain, moving at high speed, and performing like a bucking raw stallion, they are not faked at all.
The sand and rock is uncompromising. It threatens to suck the tyres of the vehicle to the axles in one section, rip them out in another, or catapult them and the vehicle above into the air in the next few yards.
Momentum is the key. You keep your foot down, grab tight, brace yourself and pray!!
If you are lucky, your head will not bang against the roof or windows on the way.

We had travelled less than half the distance to the road, when we looked up ahead in astonishment. There was the man with the broken leg, hobbling impossibly along through the sand and the blazing heat, still wearing his Sunday suit, and carrying nothing but a plastic supermarket bag.

We stopped the Jeeps and did an immediate reshuffle. The man would sit in the back seat with me. He had to ‘lead’ his stiff broken leg to rest along the foot well, and was satisfied to perch half on the seat and wedged between that and the driver’s backrest.

We drove on and managed only to drive about 30 yards over an enormous sand mound.
We took off into the air and landed with a bump and a loud scream of pain from our new passenger. He had nearly passed-out from the shock. It took many minutes for him to recover any composure at all.

I suggested a solution, which was adopted. I reached my arm across from the nearside back seat to the driver’s backrest.
This formed something of a cradle.
I draped spare clothing on my arm for extra padding.
The man sat fully on the back seat, elevated his broken leg at about a 45 degree angle, to then rest it on my arm. This then acted as a shock absorber, and we were able to get to the road with as little pain to him as was possible.

At the road there was going to be a delay while we waited for our new Police Escort to arrive. This was convenient because it took a while to help the man extract himself and settle at the roadside. Everyone was a bit preoccupied to sort the paperwork etc. so I stayed with the him. He had hobbled over to the roadside and flopped down to sit and rest. I called our guide to translate for a moment. I was concerned because the man had no transport arranged. He had neither water nor provisions with him, and the police and locals clearly had no cares about it.
The man intended to just sit there and wait for the very occasional passing vehicle, hoping to get a lift. My heart went out to him as I saw the real pain he was in.

I spoke to him using gesture. I raided our own store for spare bottles of water to give to him. He showed embarrassing deep gratitude to me, and downed half a bottle immediately.. I caught a glance in his eyes and realised he had seen the huddle of our group as they had been lighting cigarettes.
I got the feeling he wanted one too, but had none.
I only had a plenty of supply of Rolling tobacco, so I rummaged and was able to give him a pouch, with rolling papers and a spare cigarette lighter. I rolled a first one for us both, and I thought he was going to pass-out with excited humble gratitude, when he realised I meant him to have them and keep them.

For a moment I was actually embarrassed at his reaction, and the fuss he was making.
Our Guide came over again to see what was happening.
He translated the obvious to me..
The man was humbled and overwhelmed at the kindness he felt was being given.

I instructed our Guide to translate back to the man, that it was I who had to thank him for the opportunity, because he had taught me a lesson in humility.
The man struggled to rise to his feet from the sand.
I helped steady him and he was weeping. He had nothing of value on him whatsoever, and he probably lived in poverty that I would never experience. But there was one thing that I learned he did consider valuable.

Around his neck there hung a battered tin badge showing the worn image of the late, Saintly Coptic Pope Kirellos (of miracles)
He balanced on his good leg, lifted the old string from his own neck, and placed this prize over mine.
I wept too, as I felt the crushing weight of his faith and the Power of his humble Spirit.
I have the badge beside me now as I type this.
It is never far away, and still mists my eyes as I remember.
I swear that the eyes of Pope Kirellos are watching me from the badge.
I will never forget.

The Man was truly blessed.
He had nothing....But he had everything!

Blessings
Richard

Universal Truth

We are of the physical because we are inadequate in some way..
But it is within our grasp to reach the heights of ecstacy beyond the physical, from the physical, through true Unconditional, Encompassing Love,

..and to reach even, much further, to become Truly 'One' yet again with the Love of the 'Whole.' We 'are' enpowered to do this.

But who so, is yet ready to sacrifice themselves to attain it...

There is a price to pay....
It is a price we must pay to ourselves...

We must be prepared to face the horror of our own illusion to get to the freedom from self, beyond it.

To yield ...is to gain all.
Such truth is to be found.

Many taste this freedom ..most fall back until another lifetime when the chance and choice continues.

The continuum of 'One' does not record time.. It simply records Progress.

... and what is it to feel the freedom, yet to continue with the Birth-Plan;
'You' as an intrinsic player in the game??


I know this well.. It is to say..
I Love you
Because I am one with you.

I have ceased my struggle
but my struggle continues,
Because I Love you.
For I am one with you.

In my freedom I now share your struggle too.
I am free.


My freedom embraces me
But in doing so it embraces you,
Because I Love you.


My pain was my Lesson
My Lesson is your Pain


But I share your Pain with you
Because I Love you.

My freedom is my prison, as I choose.
My freedom is limited to your freedom,
Because I Love you

Join me in Love

It is One with Freedom.
I know this
Because I Love You, .....because, I Love You.

May Self Illusion Yield at last
...to the Truth of Love.

Blessings,
Richard,

In the name of Spirit ...& just a Messenger

KYBALLION

FROM....
http://kybalion.home.att.net/kybalion.html#bottom

The Hermetic Teachings regarding the process of Evolution are that, THE ALL, having meditated upon the beginning of the Creation
..having thus established the material foundations of the Universe
..having thought it into existence
..then gradually awakens or rouses from its Meditation and in so doing starts into manifestation the process of Evolution, on the material mental and spiritual planes, successively and in order.

Thus the upward movement begins--and all begins to move Spiritward. Matter becomes less gross;
the Units spring into being;
the combinations begin to form;
Life appears and manifests in higher and higher forms.
and Mind becomes more and more in evidence
the vibrations constantly becoming higher.

In short, the entire process of Evolution, in all of its phases, begins, and proceeds according to the established Laws of the Indrawing" process.

All of this occupies aeons upon aeons of Man's time, each aeon containing countless millions of years, but yet the Illumined inform us that the entire creation, including Involution and Evolution, of an Universe, is but "as the twinkle of the eye" to THE ALL

At the end of countless cycles of aeons of time, THE ALL withdraws its Attention--its Contemplation and Meditation of the Universe
for the Great Work is finished
and All is withdrawn into THE ALL from which it emerged.

But Mystery of Mysteries
the Spirit of each soul is not annihilated,
but is infinitely expanded
the Created and the Creator are merged.

Such is the report of the Illumined.

Blessings to all

Spreading the Word

Here's a quotation from the Movie : "Coach Carter"
I've seen it in several places
It is well worth pondering.
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"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?

Actually, who are you 'not' to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small doesn't serve the world!
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.

We are all meant to shine, as children do.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.

And as we let our own light shine, we subconsciously give other people permission to do the same.

As we're liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."

With Thanks to
Marianne Williamson

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It's as Clear as Can Be !

"We understand your remarkable drive and commitment to being alive.
We, however, are not understanding of your need to create tools of death, expecting they will keep all in a space of understanding and peace.

We have observed that you build, create and plan in a space of fear, not in a consciousness of love. So, your defense position of institutions that create and employ are always then in a state of unraveling and disintegration.

We share this with you because they drain you and your Earth of energy, both spiritually and materially - physically. Fear always has to feed. Fear does not create itself. It has to feed. The fear we observe is difficult to understand. It depletes you of your focus on the original intent. It is a very secretive energy.

Fear withholds love. This is most saddening to see and feel. How can you share understanding and love, when so many of you are withholding from Self and each other?

Please, feel the words we as a race are trying to express to your race.
One of your original intentions in creating your physical reality is the idea of creating and learning to manipulate and express yourselves through physicality using your consciousness.

It is your consciousness that the Is-ness has given you, and in fact all things that bear Spirit. It is this gift that has been clouded and most importantly, clouded by fear. This creation is completely irrational to whom we all are.

TAKEN FROM :

www.elfdata.com/darkside/lfa/chapter1.html#23
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A Young man's Lesson

Once upon a time lived a young man called Shevron.
All his childhood years he longed for the time when his Ordeal would begin!
As Shevron grew, he always had a feeling inside that he was being prepared for this task. His strength and endurance were known to all, but when his impatience overtook him, something always happened to pull him back- in order to gain more from within himself.

Shevron was sometimes resentful when these handicaps appeared.
He was young, and it was understandable that he wanted to race ahead..
But in time he would see how the handicaps created conditions for him where he was forced to develop new extra qualities, building his character even more.
His Guide scolded him constantly, and begged him to show more restraint.
But Shevron was headstrong, and wanted to ‘Run.’

The day approached, and soon his longed-for Ordeal would begin.
Shevron had heard often enough of the Great City far away.
His mind and imagination were filled with the thought of it all the time.
He knew; in that distant place, a man could be what man wanted to be!

Out there; was a place for every person to match their qualities perfectly.
Out there, people applauded all of a person’s qualities.
Out there: anyone could be ‘someone!’

But first there was the Desert !!!… A vast wilderness.
Barren escarpments and flat valley sands, scorched dry by the never-ending blaze of the Sun.

No one ever ventured into that landscape and returned, and therefore no one ever knew who made it to the other side. But everyone knew of the Great City.

There were only days left, and the urges were building up to breaking point within Shevron. Older members of his family had been telling him to prepare the supplies he needed, but Shevron knew he was strong and fit, and was sure his own strength would never let him down.

He could have waited, but it was impossible for him! He had the Magic Talisman to take with him, and he was certain he would succeed.
He grabbed a few things one morning before the Sun appeared, and set off on the Ordeal.

Shevron made good progress and it was not long before his old home disappeared over the horizon behind him and he found himself all alone.
This was a new experience and Shevron enjoyed his own company as he put his powers to the test.

He laughed at the Sun and strode confidently over the never-ending barren land. Sometimes he found his way barred by cliffs, where the ground gave way as he climbed. Often his strength was sapped, but he had some supplies with him.
It only took a mouthful of dried food and a sip of water for his Spirit to rise, and he was on his way again. Every distant point gave way to a new one in the next distance; never changing, never forgiving.

The night followed the Sun and brought cold and the hostility of darkness.
Shevron tried first to continue journeying beyond light, but the darkness was complete.
It followed the shadows as they crept across the sand, in proportion to the Sun disappearing from sight.
Some days on and the first doubts grabbed hold of the young man’s mind.
He began to question!

He began to ask if there was ever an end to the Desert.
He was bent now from the trek.
He was bowed from the heat of the Sun, and tortured from lack of food.

He thought of his Talisman. He thought a lot about using it!
But he could not bring himself to waste any time with it.
He knew if he invoked its magic, it would allow him to walk one day from his route in any other direction, and he would find all the supplies he needed to carry on.
He thought about using it often!

But how could he use it?
..To use it would be admitting to himself that he had not listened at the start,when he should have made all the preparations ‘before’ he set out on the journey.

His pride and weakened state prevented him from making the right decision, and he continued on his way.

Way out in the distance, he sometimes thought he caught sight of someone else journeying on ‘their’ own ordeal to the Great City, but he was too busy to deal with ‘their’ condition.

He felt his Presence weakening.
There was yet another sand cliff in front of him.
He had no food left.
He had no water.
There was just the Desert, the burning Sun and the terrible night shadows to torture his mind.

The Sun was disappearing fast ..
He knew the shadows would soon begin creeping towards him…
His mind showed him the terrible monsters that hid in them and would soon try to devour him ....as they did each night of the Ordeal.

He clawed the ground with bloodied hands and with the last drops of strength.
How he wished he had prepared before he left on the trip.
How he wished he had used the second chance with the Talisman and diverted to collect all he needed on the way.

Now he had no strength left to even use the Talisman.
He knew he had come to the end of the journey.

Tears tried to form in his eyes as he realised too late,he had needed more than strength and courage to survive this Ordeal… Too late he thought!!

Now he realised,the knowledge had always been there for him.
He was filled with sorrow at his own lack of Wisdom - to absorb it all before he departed.

He realised his journey had offered him the means to grab for that Wisdom and life-giving provision at any time, but he had relied on strength and courage alone!

He clawed his way almost to the top of the hill.
The Sun was fading into the low sky.
For days the terror had grown as he imagined the monsters in the shadows, watching him and creeping up to get him.
He often leapt from half-rest, to fight in imaginary battle with the imaginary watchers and foes that he was certain of in his mind.

His weary and reddened eyes blinked to focus at his outstretched hand on the ground in front of him. His fist tried to grip a handful of sand.

At last he had no more fear of the shadows.
It no longer mattered, because he was done!
It had been so much easier to just grab what he could at the start, and rush into his journey. He had no fear of the Ordeal then.

In fact he had more fear then, of the task to gather all the provision that had been needed for his survival!

Shevron stared at his fist. The sand filtered from his grasp.
He gripped tighter, but the sand still filtered from his grip!
Wisdom touched him, and he realised that all his fears together, were worth no more than the sand which could not be contained in his grasp.

This inspiration lit a flame in his Soul, and from somewhere deep inside, he realised if he was now finished it did not matter if he used the last of his strength to get to the top of this little hill.

Shevron inched forward to the top.
He peered over the crescent of the hill and was shocked to the core.
There below him, spread like a sea of embers, were the fires of a huge city.
Shevron rolled over the top and began the last painful crawl to return to civilisation.

Many Moons passed. Shevron was a changed man.
He still had the strength and double the courage, but from his ordeal there were gifts more precious than these.

He had found the capacity for Wisdom.
Now Understanding came first.
From these he had developed Tolerance.

Now he knew that ‘fear’ was an illusion borne from ignorance.

Above all, the fire within him had transformed to Tranquillity.

Years passed and Shevron made much of his life, and became a great Leader of Men.
One day he was in a part of the city not visited before.
A strange feeling swept over him.
Down this path, and that one… and another… he felt a strange familiarity.

He was puzzled. He looked and wondered at this strange affair.
Now and then a face appeared to him from the crowd that made him stop.
He felt something was playing a trick on him.
He moved forward and in his daydream state he almost bumped into a stooped man who barred his way.
Their eyes met, and Chevron’s thoughts raced as a spark of recognition touched him.

Without realising, he was whispering loudly to himself…
“But this cannot be somebody I know? I have never been here before.”
The man stared back at him with Love and Compassion, saying,
“Shevron my Son, Don’t you recognise your old Guide?
Do you not recognise your old home?”

Shevron gasped and said, “How can this be?
I left my home many Moons ago to face my Ordeal across the Desert.
This cannot be my old home, it is all different now.”

The old Guide looked again into Chevron’s astonished gaze and said,
“My Son, You have come full circle. ….Little here has changed!
It is ‘You’ who have become a man!”


Blessings
Richard

Togetherness

Turak was a wise old bird.
Some say he was older and wiser than all of the other birds put together.
Young birds of the flock loved to come and listen to his stories.
He was a natural teacher.

The stories always followed the same theme, but each time a new lesson could be learned.Afterwards the young birds would have great fun discussing the latest tale and squabbling together to be the first to understand its meaning.Turak's species were nearly always born with no wings.
These grew as the young birds grew.

In fact throughout their lives, they never stopped growing.
As Turak journeyed about his land he never stopped marvelling at the different ways his flock lived together.There were so many birds in the flock that there never was much space to make a home. When two young birds found each other their space was just enough for them.

Turak noticed the effect as paired birds began to grow wings.
The space they had together was comfortable, but only if both birds shared it unselfishly.Their wings grew at different rates;and so it was that the wings of one bird would often overshadow their partner.
Much of the time as each bird became preoccupied with preening their growing wings, they each did not realise how their movements made their living space so uncomfortable for 'both' of them.
They would take turns to find food and if one bird helped the other, its wings would be helped to grow faster.

As time passed, wings matured.
It was not unusual to see how a foolish bird tried to fly too soon and fell in a heap.
Its anger and frustrations were often directed to its mate.
You would think when each pair of birds were fully fledged that everything would be OK. Not so!

Turak would see how two birds, both with fine wings, flapped to take flight together and just knocked each other to the ground again.
Or how one of the paired birds who had not looked after their wings properly, would be left lonely on the ground with stunted feathers, as the other bird blundered about in hopeless flight.

So rarely, Turak would notice two birds working in harmony to help each other into the air and back to ground again.
These birds always flew in joint adventure to gain experience in the air together.

Turak knew of a distant colony where old and ancient birds lived.
'They'also had partners; but every bird flew its own flightpath,and returned to roost with their partner to share the tales of their experience.

Turak had been a young bird once upon a time...

He remembered how he had wasted many years trying to find a mate.
Turak learned to fly early; or so he thought.
He would make short hopping flights and as he spotted a potential mate, he would end up just crashing into her and overwhelming her. He always seemed to frighten them away.The trouble was, he believed he had fully learned the joys of flight and just wanted to pass that experience on to a partner.

One day a strong wind caught Turak as he performed a hopping flight between two hills...The wind lifted him high into the sky. Higher than he thought possible.
He was sure he was going to die.
As the clouds thinned he was shocked to see dozens of magnificent birds effortlessly soaring around him.

One bird flew close to him and asked him what he thought he was doing.
Turak replied weakly, 'I'm just flying.'...The other bird, who was holding distance alongside told Turak to have a good look at his wings.
Turak finally looked and realized in shame and horror, that next to these fine birds, his were stunted.

Turak plummeted towards the ground and lost consciousness on the way.
He opened his eyes to see a young beautiful bird mopping his brow.
She said, 'I saw you try to get across from that hill over there. You didn't quite make it!'.

Turak saw the wings of this bird were just the same size as his.
At last he knew and understood it was time for him to share his growth with a partner on equal terms. Then one day.....one day.....he and his partner would soar high above the world together, in perfect flying unison.

Blessings
Richard

Time Slip

You have to understand, when I say every second counts, I mean it.
There is the radio alarm. Two clanger clock alarms, and I have a digital alarm clock also.

It seems a bit extreme, but I have got myself into the habit of dealing with all my more active duties P.M. and in the morning after an on-call extended shift, I leave all the desk paperwork to be done along with the preparations for the first staff and visitors as they arrive.

I usually set the clocks for wake-up around 5.00AM. to allow for the odd emergency call from our elderly Owner Occupiers.
However I know there is no room for a mistake and I have to work like the clappers to get everything done in time.

PM. Thursday 26th.May I was reasonably fresh but from my 3.00pm Shift start, I was on the go nearly non stop.
I was glad later to get the clocks set and settle down for a night shift, with hopefully no emergencies to deal with.

The clocks woke me as usual in the morning and I kicked into my routine. Plenty of preparation to be done for staff and systems, with rotes and records in the Laundry, Kitchen, Dining Room etc.
Everywhere I went there was a reassuring wall clock to keep an eye on as to how I was progressing.

By just after 7.00am. the adrenalin was pumping, but I was now in the Office to finish off all the desk paperwork. Usually first arrival was the newspaper delivery and maybe the milk delivery, and staff started arriving from about 7 .40AM.

I was still keeping an eye on the Office wall clock behind me and noted that the deliveries were late, as happened sometime.
I’d had to correct my mind, because I kept thinking it was Saturday morning instead of Friday; and of course on Saturday there are less Staff and later deliveries anyway.

I began to get a little concerned as the clock turned past 7.40AM. and 'still' no sign of first arrivals.
There was one little job on the computer with wages updating I was going to leave over until my next shift, but I decided, on the spur of the moment to get done. Well, the computer was playing up, and for a few minutes I became a little engrossed.

My mind snapped back to the time, and a moment of concern hit me.
I remember sending out the thoughts; “Damnation, I hope I don’t have cover for sick staff today”
It must have been 8.00AM by then, (the official start time,) and I turned to the wall clock yet again, for confirmation.

My jaw must have dropped to the floor and back.
THE CLOCK SHOWED 7.00AM NOW !
I said out loud to myself… something like….. “No Freaking Way !!”

I went through to the Dining Room, Kitchen and everywhere else to check the clocks and they all confirmed it was 7.00AM.

I even checked all the alarm clocks and they tallied to the time now showing.

I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't bl..dy dreaming, but....somehow, I had gained a One Hour time shift…
2012, here we come !!

Hmmmmmmm !!!

Blessings
Richard
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At home and door open….
http://www.hometospirit.com/
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Never a Truer Word

Taken from another thread, where questions of past lives were raised.
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We are a product of all that has gone before. We are a culmination of ourselves in all that we have done.
Our Motivations now, are varied by the conditioning we cling to as a result of our choices in all that has gone before.

We can strive to recapture the vision of our past lives, but to do so we step over the obvious consequence of those lives, ie. ‘Ourselves’ as we are now!
We are the Consequence of our own past motivations.

Cause : Effect : Consequence …a universal formula which governs all things.

The Cause is our motivation, which begins in our thoughts. All power originates in our thought, for it is within our thought that we exercise our divine choice.We choose either to cleanse ourselves from the dependence of sensation; or we choose to remain bound by its chains of conditioning to the material world for another life.

Our choice, our thoughts, our motivations… are our own responsibility and belong to no one else. How often however, do we step over our responsibility, in delusion and self deception, using ‘external’ reasons as an excuse for not facing ourselves.

We react in a certain way to situations according to our own choice. We are ‘not’ compelled by external circumstances. We always have the choice. Our internal reaction gives birth to our motivated external reaction ….which in turn is our ‘Cause.’
Cause produces Effect.
This is the Reciprocal reaction from others in return from our own original reaction.

If ‘our’ original internal and external reactions have a benign motivation, they are most likely to produce a benign, Reciprocal reaction.
If we create a negative hotspot of energy, that energy will be discharged to a level which matches it or is even more dense.
If we create a positive hotspot of energy, that energy will discharge itself to a level which matches it or is even more sublime. The process is very simple.

However… when the Reciprocal reaction is correspondingly negative we look for excuses to avoid the Consequence which we paved the way for.
Our simple lack of understanding at how the simple law of Cause, Effect, Consequence works, allows us to avoid the Responsibility of our original Motivated thought!

The cycle continues, because when we generate a negative 'Reciprocal' reaction, and avoid the responsibility we had by inviting it, we use the negative Reciprocal reaction as an excuse…not only to avoid our own responsibility, but to go ahead and produce even more motivated negativity ourselves.

We can look to the past as much as we want for answers about ourselves… But we are a product of our past right now. We need look no further than the Mirror then, to see all that has gone before, and to decide the pathway of all that is, and shall be.

Past, Present, Future, ...they are one and the same
....and they are our own sole responsibility.

Blessings
Richard

At home and door open….
http://www.hometospirit.com/

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From sleep, Night of 17th April 2005

Understand, that 'your' Past, interacts with the 'Present' of everyone else.

To be free of yourself, you must become 'One' with your Past, for you are a culmination of all that has gone before; and you are the Motivation of all that will become your Future, your Present, and your Future Past.

Accept this. Accept yourself.
Only then, will your 'Present' begin to meet the 'Present' of others in liberation and understanding.

Blessings
Richard

At home and door open….
http://www.hometospirit.com/


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Received by Jadie from sleep, night of 13th. April 2005

She is not certain if she was inspired to recall these words, having read them from another source, or if they were directly inspired to her in sleep.
Whichever; they are clearly very profound.
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"The First Coming was the receiving of Truth into the conscious mind."

"The Second Coming will be the Awakening and Regeneration of the Subconscious mind, through the Superconscious or Christ Mind."

"Man expands and grows under Divine Evolution."
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These words are so true.

When Jesus walked the Earth as a physical entity, he brought a message of Truth.
He explained the hierachy of consciousness and Spirit as it descends and ascends again to the God State of universal Love...or oneness with all things.
He confirmed the permanant presence of Realities beyond the physical as in : "In my father's house there are many Mansions. If it were not so, I would have told you."

The Second Coming is promised in the expected time soon where a complete shift in vibration takes place. It will be a time where universal consciousness is not only awakened fully to those higher realities; but where those realities will become a living part of all life again, at last.

Blessings
Richard
jadierichardjadie

At home and door open….
http://www.hometospirit.com/

Thoughts In The Night.
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Emotion reflects inadequecy,
where Understanding is blocked by Confusion or Ignorance.

Ignorance is borne by choice.
Confusion is borne out of Conflict,
and both exist where there is no Balance.

Can there be Turmoil where there is Calm?
Can there be Confusion where there is Tranquility?

Confusion and Turmoil are rooted in Conditioning.
Emotion is the Banner that exposes them.

We are the G-d as the G-d is in us.
We are the Light as the Light is in us, ...too, we are
in the Darkness as the Darkness is in Us.

How can we Fear the Light if we are 'One' with the Light?
How can we Fear the Darkness if we are 'One' with the Darkness.
They are both but extensions of us; separated 'and' joined.

How can we be separate from Ourselves, without seeing the Source of our Pain?
If we are One with All, then there is truly no Conflict but that which we generate ourselves.
We Motivate our 'Own' thoughts.
We separate 'Our'-selvesinto conflict, where before there was none.
Behind us, none shall remain - but for that which was Created by Another!

Grant that we may all soon return ....to silence.

Blessings
Richard
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http://www.hometospirit.com/

Musings on the Theme
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In another good place, I browsed a thread which seemed it would take the record for replies posted. The subject matter really hinged between opposing beliefs and their presentation.

The thread seemed to have finally run out of steam and I was inspired to offer the following reply, (which is edited here only slightly.)
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I have been browse-reading the namesake thread to this one, pondering the ebb and flow of energy it has produced. The discussion replies took me back into my own thoughts of how we interact.

I thought of the scars I have picked up along the way when I was too forthright and thrusting with my visions and experiences. I produced conflict.

But conflict is synonymous with progress, because it forces us eventually to examine the very motivation of our own thoughts. The conflict leads to pain…and eventually as I was to find myself; my pain was my lesson, but my lesson is your pain.

I remember one time writing these words to myself.
"This undeserving rhapsody, tangential inclined...
Please shut your mouth my noisy friend..."

I hid from the noise of my mind, competing as it did constantly with my mundane thoughts until, like learning a new language, there came a time where I was not translating or competing between the two. I found I could at last call upon one or the other by controlling my vibration.

The traffic is always there. I allow it to enter only when I deliberately raise myself to alpha state. However, even if we step back from it, every now and then the vibration of more powerful incoming traffic overwhelms, just like the seventh wave at the water's edge.

The experience of touching Gnosis is like the ambience of a blazing summer day, where life is normally in the shadows underground... But we are allowed to venture forth and be struck by the cacophony of vibration, which is 'one' with all that is or ever has been motivated.

All attest to their aspect of this common medium. All interpret the knowingness of its being/content according to their capability. This oneness, is past present and future. The Probability and strength for everyone and everything is there to be seen and read from it’s virtual state. Gnosis ahead of the cycle... What a thing to perceive! …The motivation of all our choices.

We hear of how in past measure of time, there are those who have passed through higher initiation, transformed into a radiant frequency, thus allowing oneness with complete gnosis. Such true Gurus, in special times, in special places; whom we know of.

For all the wondrous things I have been blessed to see, and for all the wondrous things I have been blessed to remember; I yearn with the hunger of breath to step over that threshold in this my lifetime. Perhaps it ‘will’ be at the GP. for me, this time, perhaps not.... but I strive.

I understand the Virtuality of creation. I understand how Actuality is motivated by the power of our very thought. How can I know the motivation of other people’s thoughts if I do not first seek to know my own first, inside and out ?
Is it not true, that I am only qualified then, to judge ‘myself.’

I have found my best progress to having control of the voices of gnosis in my head, has been practice by casual meditation, to perfect the ability of switching at will between high and mundane frequency. This has required years of thinking about thinking, and an obsessive urge to see inside everything I ever see whether it is a brick, a leaf or a person.

So many years of thinking I was a freak and why me? ...and now the picture has cleared in direct proportion to the clarity and strength of the Probabilities I can see. And with it comes the knowingness that the understanding conveys a responsibility to scream down into the darkened regions of the sleepers... “Oyez! Im standing in the sunlight..it's real, it's here....choose if you will to step out here with me... step forward step forward, to wider Probability. But if you don't want to.... it's your choice, and that's OK too.

I call at least to say, there ‘is’ yet another choice!
As above, so it is below... including the denser regions.

"Everything is flux," say the voices. Therefore everything is progress. Our choices cannot alter that fact... But by our choice, we can determine the speed of our movement. I know I am still not travelling fast enough. But fast enough to see that tolerance can only be built upon the ability to respect the viewing point seen by others on their stage of the journey; ….and the self respect to require no less in return.

“Speed the journey for all !”

Blessings
Richard

At Home and door open
http://www.hometospirit.com/
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As I pondered the implications of the recent Earthquake disaster I thought of those people who were trying to make sense of it.
I know from my own conversations, a lot of people were giving themselves a headache trying to find the greater meaning in what had happened.
For them, an old prayer sprang to mind, which seemed perfectly appropriate in the circumstances.
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G-d grant me the Courage to change the things I CAN change,

The Serenity to accept those things I CANNOT change

And the Wisdom to know the difference.
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Blessings
Richard
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The cycle of Life and Rebirth was brought home to me again on Christmas Day morning.

I work at a large Retirement complex and in the early hours of the day we lost another of our Owners after protracted illness. I could just say, ...it goes with the territory! but as usual, that big 'step-back' from everything reveals a different perspective.

Some of the Owners when their time comes to give up the mortal coil, are blessed with hardly another family soul to speak for them!
Some are honoured by the visit of lots of family members.

In so many cases though, part-time visitors appear and 'cling' with their grief, for the person now gone. There is only rare celebration for the merciful relief of the departing friend.

My mind returned to a story written by someone a long while ago who had been faced with 17 hours to live. The person survived the life-threatening emergency operation and her inspired words survived with her.

This is the perspective of the Author in the few hours awaiting death. She wanted her family to celebrate her passing instead of clinging to her in grief.

By kind permission of : Theresa Mae Lum....

Instead of your tears; if your eyes could see,
I have not left You, I have simply left Me.

It is time for my truths to be in my sight
It is now time for me, to stand in the Light.
It is time for my Soul to take Angel's flight

This is a dream come true for me
I have not leftYou ....I have just left Me.

Let me go ....and I will Always be with you.

Blessings
Richard
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Calling 'time out' for A bit of festive season humour.



Letter from Irish Mother to her son.....

Dear Son, Just a few lines to let you know I'm still alive.
I'm writing this letter very slowly because I know you can't read very fast.
You won't know the house when you come home because we have moved.
About your father; he has a lovely job with over 500 men under him. He's cutting the grass at the cemetery.

Your brother Sean is doing well in the Army. He's only been a soldier for 2 weeks and they've already made him a Court marshall. The man next door has had three wooden legs fitted from the Doctor in a month. The Doctor thinks he's making a coffee table. I'm waiting to put the cat out, but he hasn't come home yet.

I like it very much here, but I don't understand the signs very well. At the bus stop it said "Queue other side," so I went across the road and missed the bus.
I bought a steam pudding the other day and burnt my feet. It said on the label, " Stand in boiling water for two minutes."

Have you got a job yet?
....It said in the newspaper, "500 jobs in Jeopardy." Are you anywhere near there?

There was a washing machine in the new house when we moved in, but it wasn't working too good. Last week I put 12 shirts in it, pulled the chain, and I haven't seen them since.
Mary, your sister has had a baby. I don't know if it is a boy or a girl, so I can't tell you if you ar an Uncle or an Aunt. Your Uncle Dick drowned last week in a Vat of Whiskey at the Brewery. Some of his mates dived in after him, but he fought them off bravely. We cremated his bodyand it took 4 days to put the fire out.

It only rained twice last week; once for 3 days and once for 4 days. On Monday it was so windy that one of the hens laid the same egg 5 times.

We had a letter from the Undertaker. He said, "If the last installment wasn't paid witin seven days of your Gran's funeral then "Up She Comes!" You uncle Patrick yesterday made his own Cider and had to go outside and crush 50 Woodpeckers.

Your Loving Mother

PS. I was going to send you a £5 pounds note, but I've already sealed the envelope.
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Kung Fu Wisdom : A Children's Game...

Master...
The Scissors cut paper. The Paper covers the rock. The Rock crushes the scissors.

Student...
Is not playing a children's game a waste of time?

Master...
Children's games teach - sometimes more than books. Come, instruct an old man, and yourself.

Student...
Rock crushes scissors.

Master...
Look beyond the game, as you look beneath the surface of a pool to see its depths.

Student...
Each in turn conquers the other.
There is no stronger or weaker.

Master...
This is the harmony of nature, and not a waste of time.

Student...
I will treasure this lesson, master.

Master...
I have three treasures which I hold and keep.
The first is Mercy; for from Mercy comes Courage.
The second is Frugality; from which comes generosity to others.
The third is Humility; for from it comes leadership.

Student...
What strange treasures.
How shall I hold and keep them? In memory?

Master...
No, not in your memory, but in your Deeds.

Blessings
Richard

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Imagine a room filled with drunkards.
Another drunkard is introduced to the room; but this one is in denial.
He tries to pass himself off as a non drunkard.
How soon do you think it would be before the others in the room saw through his disguise ?
How soon before he is unmasked ?

Now continue the exercise and play a mind game, by filling the room over and over with different negative groupings. Then ask the same questions.
Try for example, drug addicts, or selfish people, or thieves, or self absorbed people and so on.
Or even try it with with combinations of these.

For every gathering, anyone in denial of their conditioning would soon be exposed among their peers. So now adopt a fresh viewing point with me.
Now we shall view all these people in energy form.

As I propose in my book, everyone exists as a cohesion of vibration, - a condensation of higher matter, directed by our motivating force, ...our ‘Presence.’
If we, as an observer, were empowered with Ethonic sight, we would see that everyone's energy-field, extending beyond their physical body, was in a state of constant flux.
We would be able to take a hypothetical snap-shot of their condition.
This would provide an Ethonic Report of the person’s general vibrationary condition; (an Ethonic signature.)

Within that snapshot, Ethonic viewing would allow us to identify all of the internal vibrationary influences which combined to produce the general signature.

If we transfer our awareness of these facts to one of our hypothetical rooms, we would see that the vibrationary signature of the occupants, was in accord.
In other words, the drunkard would hold a signiture of vibration recognisable to others of the same experience and vibration. Any attempt at concealment would be futile.

This understanding would show within the mixtures of society, how all levels of vibration are evident to represent all manner of conditioning.

Within gatherings of people on higher planes of reality we would find again that everyone shared a vibration of accord, but this time it would be an accord of more refined vibration.

This illustrates the due process of development for humankind, where at physical levels we are here as inadequate beings, striving for the tranquility of permanant harmony. For now, our inadequecies of conditioning and experience within the mixture of society at physical level,guarantees conflict.
The conflict generates discontent, and an eventual will to face and overcome internal paterns, which cause the lower energy flows within us.

We here on the Earth-plane reality are not ready to create heaven on earth.
However we can ‘know’ our own imperfection, and we can 'understand' the process of conflict and development in others.

Telling someone they look good today, even if they look bad, is a start.
Or celebrating the fact that you go to sleep tonight without having had a single bad thought about anyone today; or having gone out of your way at least once to do one the good turn without price tag.

Our development toward self awareness is a revolution in progress, but it slows down every time someone looks away from their soul mirror, or stops asking, "What motivated me to do that?"

Blessings
Richard

http://www.hometospirit.com/

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Pure Magic.... reproduced from elsewhere, but offered here too.


~ Re-minders from Home ~IsraelJaffa - The old city near Tel Aviv

This message from the Group was originally presented the day of the Web ofLove experiment on September 18, 2004. The Web of Love activation had wellover 200,000 participants representing many parts of the globe. It was atrue heart connection to open a new grid of love for all of us to use.

Whatfollows was the message from the Group that shows some of the practicaluses of this new connection. It also marks the first in a new series ofmessages they have called "The Practical Magic Series."The scientific results of the global experiment will be available soon.

Please watch the Web of Love section at Lightworker.com for details.Happy creating!

Steve RotherSpokesman for the GroupSpecial RequestCopyright 2004. Steve Rother. This information may be freely disseminated,in whole or in part, provided there is no charge for the information, andthat this notice is included. This material may be used with the conditionthat all rights, including copyrights of translated material, remain withthe original copyright holder. Further information from the Group may befound at: http://www.Lightworker.com.

Thanks for helping to spread the Light!

Greetings from Home
You have created Home this day. You are now connecting to each and everyone of you. You are beginning to see things you have not seen before. It is a new time. It is a new age. The energy of love now connects each and everyone of you. You have created a miracle in the space that is now before you.
What we will offer you this day are only a few new games to play within that new miracle that you have created. We offer you some ideas of how you can activate it further and use it on a practical basis.

All the information that we have given over the years is nothing more than words on paper.
The truth of the matter is, none of it has any magic whatsoever until you use it in your life in a practical manner. What we offer you this day is a view of how to use the Web of Love and the connections that you have made for practical magic. These are practical applications of how you use this new connection.Much of our focus from this day forward will be speaking to a higher form of humanity. You will notice it, as have we. We will make adjustments to reach you on a higher level from this day forward because of your actions,your willingness, and your intention to set about your own connections ofyour hearts.

You are the new humanity. You are the chosen ones, for you have chosen to be here at exactly this moment in time. You are the ones who did everything you could to make sure that you came at exactly this moment so that you could be here to help the miracle happen. And here you are. The miracle is unfolding now.Practical Magic

So the practical magic that we will show you this day has to do with strengthening that energy that forms the Web of Love, for it has begun. But like any creation, any great painting, any music that you play or books that you write, if the creation loses the connection to other people, at that point it dissipates and fades away. It goes into the annals of time as"the big flash that was not."

Although we make very few predictions, wepredict that this new connection will grow and not fade. Now it is up to each and every one of you to use it in some practical way, for that is the only way to ground this new energy on planet Earth. By the very nature ofthe Web of Love, using this new energy in your lives will ensure that the connection is strengthened. Thus, we will share with you some of the opportunities to utilize that energy on a practical basis. This will begin a new series of messages we will call The Practical Magic Series .The Distribution of Water-EnergyIn order to see this from a different perspective, let us take you back to a time when many of your communities on Earth were beginning.

There were times when you would gather in high-energy spots. These were the early settlers of planet Earth, being drawn to these energy hot spots. In fact,by doing this they determined the location of most of the big cities that exist even today. Many people would come together living in the same area, sometimes because the hunting was good or the terrain was providing security or shielding you from the elements. You inhabited caves in some locations, and in others you formed small cities simply on the flat land.All of these settlements began because they were energy hot spots that connected people together. In fact, they were the first origins of what you know today to be the Web of Love.Still, there has always been a challenge when groups settle in this fashion.
The distribution of energy that you call "water" is critical for agroup of people to bond and grow. It is necessary for water to circulate evenly throughout the entire community. If that was achieved, then the foundation was in place for a city to grow. The same is true with the Web of Love, although it is a different type of energy. Water is a base energy that must circulate for humans to flourish. We will show this in comparison to what you have done this day.

The Web of Love is an aqueduct that will allow the water to circulate.Man no longer searches for a central location to gain strength in numbers.It is now about finding ways to connect wherever you are. That is the advancement that you have accomplished in your evolutionary cycle to place you here at this time. That is what is happening. So as you do this, it all becomes magic. It all becomes "practical magic."You learned something in the early days of humanity in your early existence as infinite beings in finite form, for you ended up doing some very magical things.

One of the things you learned to do with water was to create a reservoir to ensure constant supply to all. Here you created great reservoirs to collect the water for the community so that it could be distributed equally to all of you. This helped your cities grow. This helped the foundation of communities, connecting hearts together on a verypractical level, to grow to the next level and to evolve into human form.The Lemurian Ascension
Now we ask you to consider applying this same concept to the Web of Love.In reality it is a concept that has been used since the days of Lemuria.Lemuria was an advanced civilization. It was so far advanced that theLemurians did not need many of the things that you believe you need even today. Many of you are here from the days of Lemuria and from Atlantis.Many of you have concepts about what that was like and remembrances of why you are here and what you are here doing.

We wish to correct some of the concepts because it is widely written that Lemuria sank into the ocean. We tell you that did not happen in quite that fashion, for the souls ofLemuria were so far advanced in understanding that they became childlike.When humans become so advanced that they become childlike, the Earth becomes a very difficult place to inhabit. The continent of Lemuria did not sink. Instead, Lemuria ascended into a higher state of vibration. Even today Lemuria exists in the same physical location as it has always been.It is simply in a higher vibrational state that places it into an altered dimension of time and space that will support the advanced beings ofLemuria. It was done so by intent of all, by the connection of each one,for it was understood that all of humanity at that point was reaching alevel where it was possible to move to the next vibrational state.

Those of you who were there in those magical days of Lemuria decided to go ahead and hold the door open. You went ahead and created the space, but what you did not understand was that the Universal Energy will never support segregation. Even though you did so from the heart, it was a segregation that was set into motion that eventually led to the sinking ofAtlantis.In those days, there were some magical things that you used, as advanced souls working from the heart energy. We will share these tools with you over time, for you are now ready to listen. You are now ready to put these tools back into practical use. Secret of the Lemurian Energy Reservoir One of these tools we will share with you this day. It is now possible,since you have activated the Web of Love. It is the Lemurian EnergyReservoir.

It has been in use for a very long time. Much the way that you have found ways to collect and distribute the energy of water in your cities, you will now use that same concept to collect and distribute life force energy.We think it is very interesting that the Keeper and the Keeper's keeper now are living in Las Vegas, where there is a five-year drought in progress.The residents here are being motivated to find ways to distribute the watermore efficiently. It is that distribution that will determine the future growth of this area. And as you move into this, you now have the same choices with the Web of Love. Creating and re-creating the Lemurian Reservoir of Energy is now available to each and every one of you because of the Web of Love.

That connection-that heart energy that allows each and every one of you to connect to the other hearts-is now strengthened 177 times over what it was just a few hours ago.With that increase, allowing the energy to move through you without being overwhelming is your next task at hand. That is the energy that you are to incorporate as you move forward, for it is the practical use of this energy that will determine its relevance in your own evolutionary cycle and your place in universal history.

We tell you this: the Lemurians, those who ascended, are with you this day. They are watching every move you make, for you now have the opportunity to take that energy-that love, that heart connection-and put it into practical use in your daily life. This was their intent in the beginning. Perhaps you can now see the magnitude of the cycle that is completing this day. All eyes are upon you.For those of you who have incarnated lifetime after lifetime in order to bring that Lemurian energy back, what we will say next will be somethingthat you already know deep within your being. There is a place of storage that exists and crosses into all dimensions of reality. This is theLemurian Energy Reservoir. Like any reservoir, the more energy that you place into this storage facility, the more there is for all. Increasing the distribution capabilities of this energy leads to faster advancement of the whole. This one factor will help the collective vibration of humanity risemore than you may know.Energy Knows No Lack

Please know that lack is only an illusion of duality. Energy is the expression of abundance; therefore, it is not possible to have a lack of energy. It is only possible to have a restriction of the distribution of energy. So now we ask you to consider strengthening your distribution of the Web of Love energy. Use those hearts to connect with everyone else on that Web of Love. Know that there is a special place called the LemurianEnergy Reservoir and your job, if you so choose, is to add to that reservoir.
Take time every day, when you feel good, when you feel energetic, when you feel the love pulsing through you, and send energy toward that reservoir.You will find the true meaning of "energy knows no lack," for even as you give energy, you will find yourself filling at the same time. In those times when you are feeling the love energy from whatever source, forwhatever reason, take just a moment and store a piece of that beautiful energy intentionally.

No, you do not have to do three hours of meditationto get there. You can simply close your eyes and make it so. You are magical beyond belief!Being human, there may come the days when you are tired and do not feel like adding to the reservoir. There may come the times when you are not feeling well, when you fall into reversed polarity and try the things thatyou have done successfully time and again and you just miss. Those are the days that we ask you to tap into that same reservoir, allowing yourself to fill from it completely. Know that it is not possible to deplete thereservoir, for energy knows no lack. It is the movement of energy that makes it grow stronger. Practice this, and soon you will find your energycan be re-set in a heartbeat. Your energy can change, and you have new capabilities of working with your energetic structure inside a physical bubble of biology that you have not had before. That is practical magic,and it is available for you on levels that you have never seen before because of the miracle you have set into motion this day.

Humans Have a Problem with Reality
Humans have a problem with reality. You think it is real. It is not. You are not separate from each other. You are part of each other. The veil of forgetfulness that you wear allows you to play the Game in a human bubble of biology. It is what keeps you from seeing that you all share a stream of consciousness which connects all of you as a whole. That stream is now more accessible because of your intent in activating the Web of Love.Understanding the concept of the Lemurian Energy Reservoir will allow you to put it into practical use on a daily basis. As in all things, there are no rules as to how to access the LemurianEnergy Reservoir. We do not tell you: take three steps forward, touch one knee to the floor, move to your right, turn the doorknob, and walk in, forthat is not the way to get there. You have to determine the path foryourself. That is the second wave of empowerment. What works for you? Your intent, your practical application of these useful tools will dependentirely on your own choosing. Play with it. Dare to make mistakes as the children of Lemuria would. Make lots of good mistakes, and find what worksfor you.

Just knowing the concept of the Lemurian Energy Reservoir-that there is a place in the midst of the entire Web of Love where you can store energy for your own personal use and to share with other people over the world-is your first step toward being a Human Angel. That is the step in your own evolutionary process, which allows you to put something out there for everyone else. In so doing, you feed yourself beyond your understanding.That is what makes you shine. That is what makes you glow. That is what makes you Lightworkers. Scripting the Grand Plan

It is in motion this day. We are so very excited at your movement. We are so very thrilled and so very proud of you. You have no idea, for you thinkyou are sitting somewhere in a small group of people or in a room alone.You are not. All eyes of the Universe are upon you as you connect your hearts together. Your intent to do so has elevated you. Know that there is no grand plan in place but you have dipped the quill in the ink and you hold it over the parchment, and we cannot wait to see what you write. Your game is in overtime. Now there is no limit as to what you can do, for you are moving from one step of becoming the humans to becoming the HumanAngels. It will not be long after that you move into the angelic realm, andyou will become the angels to the second planet of free choice. That is what is happening. You are in training, and we cannot wait to see the frustrations that you will experience that we experience now.
And when you hear that enigmatic laughter over your shoulder, know that it is we, for we will be there with the greatest of love.Do You Believe? We have offered you the practical magic of the Lemurian Energy Reservoir.It is up to you, as all things are. It is simply one of the tools that you may use that we consider to be practical magic.

We will use those words a lot in the days ahead, for recently we asked you, "Do you believe?" And then we asked you, "Do you believe in magic?" And then we asked you the important question, "Do you believe in the magic in you?" And you all shook your heads "Yes." You have set the stage for the practical magic that now lies ahead. Our highest intent is to be here as the angels, spreading our wings so that we may reflect your magnificence.It is with the greatest of honor that we have joined you this day andwatched the miracle that you created. You have done something beyond the understanding of your own level of vibration. All eyes in all levels of vibration have watched what you have done this day. Be proud. Stand proudly in the love of Home. Stand in your own truth. Hold the energy of who you are, and share it openly, lovingly, with all who will take it.

Set that energy on the Web of Love, and when you have more than your heart can hold, send it to the Lemurian Energy Reservoir and know that it will be safe there and well-distributed.It is with the greatest love that we ask you to treat each other with respect, re-member the E-factor, and nurture one another at everyopportunity.
Keep in mind that it is a game you are playing and you are supposed to be having fun.
Play well together.
Espavo.the Group
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Blessings
Richard

Received through Automatic Writing

Extracted from my book "Down To Earth" (the way it is)
& available free from the new web site (( http://www.hometospirit.com ))

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I was strolling through a field when I saw him standing there.
He stood before a painting of the man from Galilee,
As if to reach in silence for some distant clarity.
Quite lost in thought he trembled as his face set with a frown.
The painted man gazed back with love, though blood flowed from his crown.

This strange affair drew me closer for I saw the man had something on his back!
He faltered with the weight – an evil black monstrosity,
Its claws gripped tight his shoulders in obscene profanity.
The man stood bent and silent, hypnotised to search his past.
I marvelled at the length of time he’d let such torture last.

I could contain myself no longer and called across to him.
He jumped with fright and shaking, turned to meet my puzzled face,
I said “How long has that monstrosity been clinging in that place?”
I pointed and he turned to look, to see if it was there
Then screamed in pain, “Each time I look it pulls hard on my hair.”

Well! You can imagine, my attention was caught and I had to know more.
His distress was quite apparent and I sought to comfort him,
I asked him if his creature was his payment for a sin.
Through tears he said, “ I know not how it grew so gross and black;
I felt it as a child, quite small, unnoticed on my back.”


Clearly his memory was sharpening. He moaned, but I urged him to continue.
“It was only as an aged man when I realised its size.
I tried hard to conceal it using barricades of lies.
The more I tried to shake it, the more it held on tight,
And the lies I dreamt for others, plagued me each and every night.”

Remorse and sadness true; but seeing light around the corner, I tried to interrupt.
I said, “ It’s time to realise, you get a second chance.
Just give the man from Galilee a thoughtful second glance.”
His weary eyes were glinting as he saw how light was there,
While his monster slowly lifted and diffused into the air.

I decided it was time to leave him, standing muttering to himself.
I knew his heart was heavy, but he stood up tall and straight, saying,
“I must turn back to my family, to mend the hurt and hate.”
I glanced back at the painting of a man for souls to seek,
As a perfect golden teardrop, trickled slowly down his cheek.

Blessings
Richard
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From: "judith an*"

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GENESIS..The Children of Thoth by Eugene E. Whitworth
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He who does not see a Perfect God frimly enfolded in the blackest sod
goes from life to useless death.

Even that which does not seem to be God, then,is his true essence and had ever been wedded to him as is the Soul of Breath.

God. Supreme, Holy and Magnificent stands in human heart and in firmament, small as nothing, large as the Universe.

As water into water pouring stays the same, all things to be enduring must meet and mingle in this Universe.

The mortal lives not by flowing breath but by principles higher than even death,which undergrid mortality and sing....

That living fire, which in the world turns like unto each of the things it burns is God, different in each mortal thing

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Canal Trip......

I used to walk the Canals when I was a kid.
There are a lot of them in the Midlands of England in what's called the Black Country – taken I believe from when the whole area supported coal mining.
Anyway, more often than not, a gang of us kids would take the whole day off and mess around on the Canals.

A lot of the canals were disused with rotting barges and plenty of junk laying around to throw into the water. In some places however, a long way out, it was really beautiful and clean.
There was a beauty to it all! Even the old bits, because you could feel the history of the place reaching out to you.
I sometimes went solo, walking miles along the Canal banks to find favourite spots.

A while ago I found myself trying to retrace the ghostly footsteps of my childhood as I tiptoed along the towpath under the bridge once again.
The water was still dripping from the roof and there were even more calcite snots hanging from the brickwork, with little drops of water plopping from them down to the canal surface every few seconds.

The day was late and the rippled splashes from each drop marked better where each came from in the half-light. I remembered up ahead when the path opened out again there was a set of disused lock gates. I had loved to sit there and rest beside where the escaping water pushed through cracks in the timbers.
I saw as I walked on, there was a young guy sitting there on ‘my’ seat. The very seat I had sat so many times. I cursed to myself because I'd looked forward to claiming it back again.
Then I thought, ”Well maybe if I stop as usual, he'll move on when he sees me.”
However as I drew closer to him I felt a familiar rush of Spirit, like a sudden wind or static discharge rushing over my skin..

It put me on immediate red-alert because I recognized when that happened it was because my Minder was alerting me to something important.
So, I now took a closer interest in the guy up ahead, to try and work out what was meant to be?
He sat there in a slouch with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his long jacket. He wore all black. Very noticeable! I walked over, nearby and said, “Aw'right then!” He just grumphed without even looking up, and I got out my baccy tin to roll a cigarette.

I was still feeling the rush, and my senses were telling me a story. I felt this young guy was so bloody miserable. I looked at him out of my side gaze and he looked grim. I reckoned he’d even been weeping.
He just stared blankly ahead at the line of weeds in front of him. The feeling coming back from him was overwhelming. It sure matched his clothes. Black jacket, T- shirt and long flared black jeans, and he looked like he had used`eyeliner!’ “Bloody hell,” I thought.. “we got a right one here.. his brain is out of it.”

Then I checked myself because I'd got signals, so, this was a `meant to happen' meeting and I was going to make the best of it. I reached deeper and found the thought in my head, "sh-t! he's got pills in his pocket. He’s going for an overdose with them."

I just switched to automatic then and tried for conversation a second time.
Sh-t or bust ! that's me ! so without much decision I said to him, "How old are you?"
He got up to move, and spit back in a sullen voice, "23…what the fcuk's it to you?" He was already reaching around the lock-gate arm to move on and I stopped him in his tracks with, " I got something you want real bad." "What?" he growled.

He probably thought I was offering some pills or weed or something, and he sure got a proper shock when I said, "I can give you your life."
He spit back, "What - you some kind of weirdo or something?"

"No," I said, but I know you got a pocket full of pills you're gonna take." He went white. …… "Who sent you," he asked." (I knew I had his full attention then, and the conversation continued)…"Not who You think."
"Who then?"

"It doesn't matter right now; only that you are here right now,….and so am I."
"Let me ask you a real important question. Even though you been through a lot of sh-t, do you think there is some point to the World and how everything works; ...y'know… and theUniverse and all that?"

He eased back against the lock-gate arm facing away from me.
"Go on," I pushed…. I'm dead serious!…Even though you're trying to deal with all your stuff, do you think there's gotta be some kind of reason why it all exists?"
"What d'you think?"

He looked down to the ground and drew out a long "Yeeaahh, suppose so," and then in a quieter voice… "No bleedin' good to me though."

I said, "Why? …..
..The pills you got in your hand right now stopped your brain from working?"
He drew his hand from his pocket sharply and gripped the wooden lock beam behind him.
I could see my conversation was really winding him up.

He twisted to half face me. I could see his eyes were filling.
He spit it out, " There's no sodding sense in it I can see; ...all just crowding in, suffocating me... nobody gives a sh-t what I think."

"I do," I said! And I threw my next reply into his face. …

"If you think there's some purpose to it all, ….even if you can't see it…. do you suppose for one second, that you were put on this earth for 23 years just so when you reached 23 you could throw the towel in !!" "Come On !! ... give us a freaking break !! That idea would be just plain bloody stupid."

Now he was real angry and that was great!
He was now standing and faced me across the beam…
"OK smart-arse.. YOU tell ME how you get out of it when there aint no way out?"

I don't know what he expected me to reply, but he went straight back into himself when I said,
"That's easy to answer…. just Make the Choice." and I continued…"You haven't seen the way out, because you haven't been looking in the right place…. and that's because you spent too much time contemplating your own miserable little world ...instead of seeing the chances around you ....and getting lost in a few of them instead! You are just so fcuking selfish to yourself… Don't you think you are worth better? I do, and that's why I was arranged to be here…

It's about bleeding time you stepped out of your own shadow. People that are martyrs to themselves end up p-ss-ng themselves off and everybody else around them. It all just feeds on itself.
You heard the expression… Get a life. … Well its about time you did!
Start looking in the right places for where you've hid it up till now.

For a split second he tensed and I thought he was going to go for me; but he grabbed down into his pocket, took out a couple of bottles of pills and threw them over the top of me in defiance.
They splashed into the canal as he turned on his heels saying "Fcuk you," and stamped away up the towpath.

It was several weeks later and I was coming out of the newsagent shop in the High Street.
I was looking down at the newspaper headline and was about to turn left out of the doorway when I felta strong hand grab me tight for a second on my arm. I looked up in defense and it was him! He was dressed smart in a tie and suit.

He was on his way into the shop himself.
He just looked hard into my eyes for a couple of seconds and said, "Thanks mate."
He squeezed my arm again, and walked on into the shop.
I walked away smiling.

Blessings
Richard..


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Im not sure how many of the visitors here took the opportunity to join the Group web site to read my book " Down To Earth" (the way it is)

To recap briefly; I have had a lifetime filled with the Supernormal, involving Out of Body Experiences, Clairvoyance, Precognition, Automatic Writing, Visitations, and many other things.
My journey through this life has been a test to unwravel the understanding of it all.
I have always been aware of another level of human reality beyond the physical.

More than 20 years ago I had a particularly profound Supernormal experience which awakened an ancient memory within me. This gave me back a complete understanding of how the whole process works for us and everything, across the illusionary barrier between the physical world and a higher reality.
I was reminded of exactly how the process works from a gross material level to a quantum level and beyond.

The whole story and the Understandings I gained from it are laid out in the book for all to freely inspect.
I created a Group sister-site for all-comers to discuss the issues raised.
Both sites are still active and have served their purpose. However since then I have had help to create a proper Website for all this information to be presented in a more user friendly way.

The Website is still under development, but can be opened already for all to visit.
The end point of the book was really the beginning of the story, which now involves the real-life search for the Ark of the Covenant and much greater activities at the Great Pyramid later.

A whole host of other subjects are intrinsically linked to this unfoldng story.
These will be opened on the developing forum and links page for study and discussion, but will cover areas involving, Higher Dimensions and interaction, Astronomy, Earth and Cosmic Changes, Forthcoming Earth Probabilities, Atlantean Antiquities, Crystalline & Scalar Power, Monatomic Gold, Sacred Geometry, and so much more that it would fill the page with titles.

All readers here are most welcomed to visit and 'favourite-mark' the new Web site address.

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Blessings
Richard

It's all a Question of Time !

Time is measurement of the interval between two or more points.

The condition of time is a preset necessary only to us homo sapiens, helping us to judge our interaction with the limited world we perceive around us.Today/tomorrow....This week/next week!

Next week is a point of Probability and is wholly flexible.Its outcome depends upon the Actuality of yesterday and beyond.We have the free will to shape it. Today, is a moving point, and is thus an illusion of time. But even these perameters are borne by a material world where we hold our consciousness to the straight jacket of mortality.We constrain ourselves with the finite illusion of birth and death.

If we could grasp the greater viewing point of a vast cyclical cosmos where we too play a minute role, we would break free of the measurement of time and begin to judge the 'transient' nature of all things. Our role is minute but never ending. When we pass beyond the illusion of death it comes as a shock to most to be reminded that we are an integral part of a continuum.

I said earlier that we have the free will to shape the Actuality of all Probability before us; and this must be understood beyond the constraint of birth and death. Free-will takes the form of Thought, for thought is the motivation for movement, or vibration, and shapes all Probability.

So what is Thought?

Thought is the condition whereby Potential is Realised.We can induce this. There is great power in the process. More than any Presence could possibly realise while bound by the viewing point of mortality.The words say "In the beginning there was eternal thought."In the beginning there was Potential. In the beginning nothing existed; ...but all things existed in Virtuality. Both states were one. In one lay the other. In the other lay the one. But then from the Potential a new cycle of Probability opened where, from Potential, movement occurred.This motivation to movement was as 'thought.'

From Potential through eternal thought, Virtuality passed through the Actuality of decending vibration to create the Cosmos of matter we know a tiny part of. The Motivation of Movement eventually evolved sentient beings who themselves were capable of producing Motivation.

The words say, "Know ye that even though in the time ye are separate, yet still are ONE, -in all times existent."

So it is that we, as children of the 'whole,' ......having the individual Will to produce from Potential..........

(A) Cause/which is thought.... (B) Resulting in Effect/which is Actuality.... (C) Resulting in Consequence/which is rebirth to Potential.

Nevertheless, for all of us, we exist within the whole as the whole exists within us. And as the cycles of Probability opened with infinite Probability for all matter, so it was that the interval of movement could be measured.Between two or more points the interval of time depended upon a fixed state. But what impression of time could be exact where all points are transient.In this we can find understanding of the illusion of 'time.' Of what use is time, where all things are eternal. Yet the eternal itself implies a measure.The answer is that there is no answer, nor any need of one. Eternal indicates in truth, a cycle.

Our illusionary concepts of time, are a necessity of our self-imposed state.We can choose if we wish... as Thoth says elsewhere in the Emerald Tablets; to follow the curves of the cycles and break free from the constraints of our version of time.Then even though bound to a physical body, we would be capable of travelling to all parts of the whole, faster than the blink of an eye.We would be capable of becoming one 'with' the whole again. Herin lies too, the secret of initiation at the Great pyramid of Egypt! It time; beyond time, we will all eventually understand 'again.'

Blessings

Richard

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I first received this in a mail shot a long time ago. I am so glad it is still doing the rounds, and I am greatful to have received it yet again recently. Blessings to all those who keep it alive and pass it on.
Amid the distractions of our mundane world, we need to remind ourselves often, of the things that really matter in life.
Richard.

A Test of Heart.

As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he Did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant.

It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around.."

His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."

His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."

Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't Show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class."

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper That he got from a grocery bag Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume.. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left, she cried for at least an hour.

On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets."

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling* her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer.... The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom.

Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear,
"Thank you Mrs. Thompson for* believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."

For those of you that don't know, Teddy Stoddard is the Dr. at Iowa Methodist in Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing there.

Warm someone's heart today. . . pass this along. I love this story so very much, I cry every time I read it. Just try to make a difference in someone's life today? tomorrow? just "do it". Random acts of kindness, I think they call it? "Just believe in Angels, then return the favor"

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PONDER THE WORDS OF SAINT GERMAIN

The hour strikes in the evolution of every planet and its humanity when they must express the full peace, harmony, Perfection and the Divine Plan of the system to which they belong.

When that hour strikes, humanity either moves forward and fulfills that plan, or whatever portion will not come into alignment with the new Activity removes itself to another school room of the Universe, until those personalities learn obedience to life. . .

"Human beings are the only creator of 'hell'. They can accept and obey the Law of Life and enjoy every good thing of the 'Kingdom' or they can disobey and be broken as a reed before the storm, by their own self-generated discord.

Each individual carries his own heaven or hell with him every moment, for these are but the results of mental and emotional states which the individual has created, because of his own attitude. There is no other cause for them.

"Over the humanly generated chaos of the past, there are being poured out by the Ascended Masters and Great Cosmic Messengers, great streams of Love and harmony upon which peace depends.

Mankind, having so long pulled against the Great Cosmic Current of Love which ever seeks to bless, is now being compelled to turn around and seek the Light in order to survive in the midst of its own destructive emanations of the past.

Influencuing the Will


The following excerpt is taken from the site link - directly following.
I have rarely come across such wisdom and sense put so succinctly in an article to describe the battle we face with negative forces; either consciously or sub-consciously. The whole article with its numerous follow-on links are a must for anyone who wishes to genuinely understand themselves and make progress Spiritually.

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The awareness that higher negative forces have, which exceed your level of awareness, is used only to create ever more sophisticated technologies and tricks to circumvent your freewill which they cannot directly violate except through backdoor methods and the abuse of what permission you have given them.

One such permission is in the form of a contract with physicality you hold while existing in a physical body. Their abuse of this contract can be seen in their extreme reliance upon technology to try and manipulate you.

If you attempt to manifest something through the help of negative higher forces, two factors must be taken into consideration. First, they will not help you unless your desire is of a negative orientation, such as lust for power, financial elitism, or sexual prowess.

Second, these will be given to you if you pay the maximum price, which is the circumvention of your life path, the lowering of your soul frequency, a stunting of spiritual evolution, and a commission of your soul energy paid to these higher forces. You lose freedom, freewill, responsibility and creativity in exchange for illusory power, money or sex. This Faustian deal is no bargain, but a metaphysical scam.

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Excerpted from...
http://www.montalk.net/creation.html

Visitors will have noticed the links to my Free Book, available on another Yahoo Group site.
There is a second Group site link where anyone can discuss, question, or raise any issue connected with this Blog or the Book content.
I have 'Happy Tree' (Dave) to thank for the link above. The whole thing plus its links, is extensive and I am devouring it with interest.

All are welcome to come join and contribute on the sister site....
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Happy Reading :-)
Blessings
Richard





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Reference: The Giza Plateau et al.

Wonders will never b. cease!! I suppose they had to publically announce this project because it will be too big for them to carry out covertly this time!!
So much; waiting below the sand as predicted...but still there is the huge Berlin Wall being built around the plateau. I expect it will be ready in time to keep the irritating onlookers of the world at bay.

Apologies for the cynicism, but I've learned too much that proves the difference between the sanitised information being fed to the world from Giza, and the whole truth from covert archeology carried out there for years. The truth will 'out' despite self interest at the highest level!

Article taken from ::
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August 07, 2004
Robot made in Singapore to reveal secrets of pyramids

The Supreme Council of Antiquities SCA Secretary-General Dr. Zahi Hawwas said the secrets of the pyramids will be revealed next year, noting that the council agreed with a Singaporean University to manufacture a robot for revealing what are behind the secret doors inside the pyramid, especially the second and the third ones.

He added that work is underway in the radar project that will be used in revealing what is inside the ground between the second Pyramid and the Sphinx.

This came during the meeting that was held at the Nursery College, Alexandria University in which Dr. Hawwas stressed that the SCA is preparing for a giant project to uncover the sunken the monuments along the River Nile in collaboration with a US company.

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Two old men had lived together for many years and they had never fought with one another.
The first said to the other, "Let us also have a fight like other men."
The other replied, " I do not know how to fight."
The first said to him,"Look, I will put a brick between us and I will say: it is mine; and you will reply: no, it is mine; and so the fight will begin."

So they put a brick between them and the first said, "No, it is mine", and the other said, "No, it is mine." And the first replied, "If it is yours, take it and go." So they gave it up without being able to find a cause for an argument.

Blessings
Richard

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Pathway to Spirit
beginning....

Ignorance challenged by Change, creates Unrest
Unrest seeks Rebalance, through Familiarity
Familiarity demands Understanding
Understanding begs Questions
Questions bring Answers
Answers lead to Realization
Realization generates Awareness
Awareness kindles Faith
Faith seeks Corroboration
Corroboration requires Development
Development follows Experience
Experience provides Conviction
Conviction needs Strength
Strength builds through Introspection
Introspection raises Scars
Scars are the food of Compassion
Compassion is the banner of Humility
Humility is the heart of Love
Love is the Soul of Spirit

Let Conviction be the Faith.
Let it arrive through Tested experience.
Embrace the Pain of the pathway, and in its depth find the Love of Connection

Challenge the Conviction with every thought, for with every thwarted challenge, the Connection becomes stronger.

With every mistake, feel the unrelenting Love of Compassion from Spirit, as higher friends elsewhere see you stumble toward them
Every stumble, a stride toward Enlightenment

My Conviction; My Gnosis, stands supreme for one reason above all.
Since the moment my eyes became opened to the knowledge and detail of the process,
I knew that not a single aspect of it is exclusive to anyone, nor any thing.
It is truly Omnipotent

Blessings to all.
Richard

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I have my own understanding of the mechanics and working of Karma. Some time ago however, I read the following excellent post, which gives a slightly different viewing point.

An article by Roshen Delal
This article was written for India in the context of common
approaches to Karma here

Karma - A Different Perspective

What is karma? The popular concept seems to be of a divine accounting system which in practice has positive and negative points.
The positive aspect is that it often leads to ethical behaviour, through fear of future retribution for a `wrong' act,while a negative aspect is that it can lead to coldness or indifference to the sufferings of others.
Thus someone with a serious disease, will, instead of receiving compassion from family and friends, be made to feel guilty somewhere in the past. She must have done something wrong.

A person who is leading a seemingly blameless life, but is faced with some disaster, will correspondingly be told: "It's because of something you did in your past life;you may not remember it".

This theory of karma seems difficult to prove, but is reiterated by several gurus and religious leaders and believed by most people in this country. Sri Aurobindo, however, is one person who provided a different interpretation of karma.

While he does not deny its existence, he rejects the popular understanding of it.
In `The Life Divine' he says, "The inexorable rule of a tooth for a tooth is a frequent principle of the karmic law....It is also to be noted that in this system there is a double punishment and a double reward for sin and virtue; for the sinner is first tortured in hell and afterwards afflicted for the same sins in another life here and the righteous or puritan is rewarded with celestial joys and afterwards again pampered for the same virtues and good deeds in a terrestrial existence.

These are very summary popular notions and offer no foothold to the philosophical reason and no answer to a search for the true significance of life."He goes on to say:"If we see the righteous man suffering here, it is difficult to believe that this paragon of virtue was in the last life a scoundrel and is paying even after his exemplary conversion in a new birth, for sins he then committed; nor, if the wicked triumphs, can we easily suppose that he was in his last life a saint who has suddenly taken a wrong turn but continues to receive a cash-return for his previous virtue".

What then does the law of karma imply, as Sri Aurobindo puts it, at a cosmic level? It is not possible to provide a full picture of his ideas in a brief summary, but he dwells on the nature of cosmic energy, which cannot be reduced to a simple principle of reward and punishment.

To understand something of cosmic energy, one needs to understand the purpose of life, and life, acording to him, is a process of growth towards cosmic being. Karma is a result of the energy of being and has many aspects which cannot be limited to the duality of ethical good and evil, nor translated into good or bad fortune in the world, in terms of riches, power, health or anything else.

Cosmic energy,incorporating all the complexities of one's inner and outer life, takes one in a particular direction, depending on one's inclinations and stage of evolution, and this results in the individual's karma. Thus those who pursue ethics will be rewarded by an increase in virtue, those who pursue knowledge will grow in knowledge, those who pursue wealth will increase their wealth, and those who pursue spirituality may lose all they have in the world, if that is what will further their growth.

Growth requires experiences of different kinds, both pleasurable and painful, and Aurobindo says, "the soul may of itself accept or choose poverty, misfortune and suffering as helpful to its growth, stimulants of a rapid development, and reject riches and prosperity and success as dangerous and conducive to a relaxation of spiritual effort...

Cosmic existence is not a vast administrative system of universal justice with a cosmic law of recompense and retribution."
Instead it is a movement of the energy of nature, which provides, within the cycle of rebirth, whatever is needed for the next step in its evolution.

According to his interpretation, there are thus two levels at which karma can be viewed. Thus, for example, at one level, good or bad health may be the result of pursuing a healthy or unhealthy lifestyle
(not a reward or punishment for good or bad deeds).
At another level,it may be what one needs to grow or evolve in a certain way, and it is the interplay of these forces that lead to a particular karma. While even Sri Aurobindo's ideas may not provide a complete understanding of karma, they do provide guidelines on viewing karma differently, in a broader and less simplistic way, and are worth a more intensive study.

Biographical Note
Sri Aurobindo ( Aurobindo Ghose) was born in India, in 1872, but studied in England. Returning to India as a young man, he gradually got involved in the Freedom Movement against the British, who ruled India at this time. He had already begun certain yoga practices, and when in prison for his actions in the struggle for freedom (1908), he received a divine revelation. He left British India and entered the small territory of Pondicherry in south India, which was then under the French. Here he could not be pursued by British authorities, and giving up politics he founded an ashram.

He believed in the evolution of the human life and mind towards an ultimate spirituality and an increasing universality. The light and power of the spirit, also called by him, the `Supermind', presiding over human evolution could transform human consciousness and remould life on earth. He was joined in his ashram in 1920 by `The Mother', a Frenchwoman named Mirra Richard, who took over the running of the ashram. While the Mother ran the ashram, Aurobindo remained in seclusion, reading, studying ancient texts and writing.

His philosophical works include The Life Divine, Integral Yoga, the epic Savitri, a poem with 24,000 lines and several other works, as well as commentaries on all the major ancient texts.He questioned many traditional concepts of Indian philopsophy.He died in 1950.The Mother continued to run the ashram and later set up Auroville,an international city near the ashram.

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Discussions of Sexuality

In an ageless time past, before the descent of mankind to material inhabitation, the hierachy of progression evolved through cycles that extended from collective consciousness to near the vibration of physical matter. Presence was "hermaphrodite."

In this distant time a 'will' had not yet developed to experience the lower levels and boundaries of the physical world.
The cycles began to unfold in the physical with the emergence of our lives in lands radiating from Mu, Lemuria and Atlantis.
But even at the start of this, the newcomers only gradually evolved to a separation of Gender.

As each evolving Presence took on the mantle of a physical form, it became necessary biologically for child forms to be created, enabling within the natural laws of physics - the route for more of humankind to continue with their chosen downward evolvement.
Separation of gender became defined.
Physical biology became defined.
The reproductive process became defined and attached to the pleasure centres of the physical form. If physical displeasure accompanied the process, then procreation (and the means to a progression cycle) - would not have been attractive. The cycle would have been broken.

As a race, our intellect developed long ago to the point where we could have turned science to the task of proving and reinforcing our complete understanding of where we evolved from and how the whole process works. We chose instead to worship and 'ground' ourselves in the physical.

In the distant time of Mu, our ancestors, seeded originally from other systems in our Universe, were able to exist and function in a state which to us now would appear as varying between solid and ghostly form.
In other words, they were able to interact with their surroundings of reality from the denser vibration of physical matter, to the more radiant vibration of the lower levels beyond.

The cycles of progression however cannot be denied despite our "Service to Self" choice. A submerged cork released in water will always rise to its proper level.
We as Entities also have a natural level, which is NOT the physical world. We have forgotten this clear fact.
However the cycles of process, at the most lowly level and on a grand Cosmic level inexorably tick away to the time when confrontation is forced for the shift in balance to take place again.

By now, if we had made the higher choice years ago, we would have climbed back to the position of our Muon ancestors already, and be enjoying a more balanced, and closer to utopian environment than we can possible imagine in our present sorry state.
Our descent has almost reached the end-game, where our lowest examples of descended Presence, provide ready vibrationary hot-spots of 'Matter' ....for recycling incoming darker and darker bretheren.

All have heard of the promised 2012 doomsday scenarios.. Well it is not going to be doomsday, in our terms.
It will be a very short period in time measure, when cosmic scales will tip to cause an almost overnight flip of energies throughout our Solar System.

For many of us who occupy physical form on this planet it will mean a forced departure to take up a natural higher level of frequency, where the counterpart to our physical planet, (occupying the same space) ...and who's environment reflects those who are of ready vibration, to make a permanant shift to a higher level. They will take up residence to seed the world they have been unconsciously developing for years... (with a little help from higher friends.)

Those remaining as seeming catastrophy survivors will find themselves in the same position as the survivors from when this transition took place last time around.
That was nearly 13.000years ago. The races around the world from Atlantian culture were also split in polarity. Their time came as it has for us, when natural cycles force the rebalancing through Cosmic confrontation.

We started this thread discussing 'sex!'
Well we could say that the division of sex as in gender, signalled the start of it all at this level.
Now the same is true, where the act of prolific sex has become synonymous with self-serving physical pleasure; thus reinforcing our attachment to physical vibration.

For two people of opposite Gender who have (both) evolved to freedom from the restraints of their accumulated conditioning... the physical sexual act can mean and lead to something much more wonderful.

For two such people, there would be common understanding of the whole processes of their energies and how they functioned within the physical form.
They would be fully aware too, of how the Presence evolves from, and back to, the higher realms of Spirit.
They would be able to experience during the physical sexual act, the merging of their energies, rising up through the chakras, to a separation of them both into conscious Radiant form.

In a 'mundane' sexual experience, the accumulated conditioning from 'Service to Self' gratification - produces a discharge of the 'negative' hot-spot of energy to 'Ground.'
When it is done, it is done!

When a highly enlightened couple share the act of union, their energies are seeded from higher ideals and understandings. Their flows of Chakral energy combine and rise through and beyond physical climax to breakout in Radiant merging.
This is wholly different to the physical experience. It is enduring.
It is a Union of contact with 'one.'
It is an act of Communion.
It is a step toward 'HOME'

It is as I Understand it to be.

Blessings
Richard

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"If life gives you oranges, make juice.
If life gives you sh-t, then you have a load of fertelizer to grow anew with!"

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You can transcend all negativity when you realise the only power it has over you is your belief in it.
As you experience this truth about yourself you are set free.

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You don't have to actually answer the questions. Just read the
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1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.
3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America contest.
4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.
5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winner for best actor and actress.
6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.

How did you do?

The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday.
These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields.
But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten.
Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.

Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:
1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.
2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.
3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.
4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.
5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.
6. Name half a dozen heroes whose stories have inspired you.

Easier?
The lesson:

The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most
credentials, the most money, or the most awards.
They are the ones that care.

"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today.
It's already tomorrow in New Zealand"
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Treatise of the Initiate
by R.G.

I set before the reader, my words of disclosure to the Understanding of a pathway, leading to oneness with the Source.
Who shall read these words from the surface with no gain.
Who shall read these words from inside, and open a route beyond the final barriers; hitherto serving their purpose to confound the seeker.

I write these words in the first person singular as fact, such as they have been given to me.
I hold no expectation for the reader to accept the same resonance; for it is within the individual to find that truth, each within themselves.
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The Overview

All things exist as states of vibration or excitation.
Physical senses detect and interpret only the smallest part of all
that exists.

We are our own Descendants.

We co-exist with many other entities either within our own Ethonic domain, or in savage or glorious splendour in other lower domains across the Cosmos.
All forms are co existential and interconnected through all lower domains, for together we are all representatives of the grand higher domain of the Ethonosphere beyond our levels.

We are an intrinsic part of a grand plan of cycles. Wheels within wheels within wheels, each part following while creating - its own route.
This is the strategy of `Will' in the Cosmos.
We are the creators of one moment in a cycle, but our entire route is neither past, present nor future; it simply `is.'

The Godhead simply `Is'
The Godhead forms all that is and is not.
As the photons from natural magnetic substance are, `virtual' light particles, so in Universal scale, the Ethonosphere `Is' Virtuality itself.

From Harmony must come Opposition, and from Opposition must come
Potential.
From Potential comes Will.
Though each part thereby separates to a cycle, no part is disconnected from another.

Together, all things are, the `Source.'

The collectiveness of `Will' was and is, the eternal manifestation of Consciousness.
Though no separation took/takes place, an evolvement continued/continues, to transform the new Potential into separation of `Presence.'

Though no separation took/takes place, an evolvement continued/continues, to transform the new Presence into separation of `Personality.'

Wheels within wheels within wheels.
But in this cycle, Personality has forgotten that we remain `one' with the Source.
Personality has forgotten that we can reclaim the Source within us.
Personality has forgotten that even as we exist in our cycle as a physical manifestation, we can yet be `One' with all things beyond the physical.
We `are' Motivation, and if we so choose, we can be `One' with all knowledge.
We can, if we so choose, be `one' with all those cycles of evolvement, which are now hidden from us, but with which we co-exist.

All things interact according to the laws of each cycle, but which are immutably connected.
Gnosis forms the pathway to understanding of these workings, which themselves are: The Tactics, of Cosmic interaction.

All things exist as states of vibration.
In order to be one with all states of vibration, the Initiate must begin with a grasp of these things.

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The Application

Through eons of measure we find ourselves bound within the learning cycle of these physical bodies.
Through eons of measure our energies have separated out, from `One,' into male and female.
Through eons of measure our evolvement has been to ever denser cycles of energy, till we believe only in the reality `they' reflect.
But we are only temporary occupants of these material forms.
How so, therefore, shall we break from the restraints of our evolvement, to reclaim oneness with the Source, ……thereby oneness with all knowledge.

This shall be done through application of Will, to provide the motivation, whereby our Radiant self is freed from the constraint of its shell.

None though shall ignore the Laws of our cycle and interconnecting
cycles.
Our descent has been very great, since the time of our ancestors who were able to openly interact with levels beyond.
Our descent has been too far for us now to act alone, and it was thus that our ancestors read the Probabilities for us, and made provision.
They saw how the interaction of cycles would force catastrophic confrontation in our very near future.
Even as those among their cycle chose to descend again, the enlightened ones prepared their storehouses of knowledge for those of us now who would need them to overtake the effects of our descending cycle as they did then.

One such storehouse is the Great Pyramid of Giza.
Built well, out of the knowledge of the higher cycles. Built well as a reflection of the gnosis originating at sublime levels. Containing within, the records of measure for the progress and culmination of our cycle.
Builded as a perfect mirror of a perfect model shaped of the mind and Will in higher spheres.
As above, as below, intrinsically linked by substance, form and vibration.
Its chambers and passways awaiting activation to build through harmonic resonance the crescendo of power needed to lift the Initiate from his mortal constraints to join with the Source again.

Then back again with the instruction prepared and waiting through eons for carriage to others who wait to be aroused from their slumber, in good time for the events to come.

Thereby also that the Radiant journey may be made to our sublime homeland in the system of the Pleiades, to signal our brethren of our breakout at last.

Thereby, that the passway may be revealed, running from top to great depths below the ground.. and on to the physical storehouse … so that its treasure of ages, may be taken from the hands of the descending ones and offered out to this world.

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The Achievement

Above all things, breakout shall only occur when there is perfect harmonic concordance.
The energies of the Physical form must be raised such as is possible for the Presence to be least troubled by the distraction of gross vibration; and the cycles of lower energy shall be working in best flow.

Physical processes of the body must therefore be suspended for a time before merging.
A period of fasting is necessary to achieve this.
Fluids must be balanced within the body, having expelled poisons which interrupt natural flows.

The lower mind shall be prepared with equal diligence.
Vibration of the whole will have already achieved a particular middle note resonance through adherence to the gnosis and practice of the spheres.

As visitors and students within this cycle, our balance, as a necessary part of the cycle, is separated male from female so that the conflict provided thereby may face us with the lesson of our descent.
It is therefore rare indeed that we are brought together with our balance of opposite energy in this life. Such may happen when a task has been accepted as part or whole of the joined Birth Plan for those Souls who come now together.
For the Initiate, he shall have met in full awareness with his opposite energy balance.
The melding of their energy shall have taken place, rising through the charkas; testing the proof of ecstasy through all levels to final test of melding in Radiant form.

Perfect harmonic concordance will be confounded if the Resonance of the Initiate has not been refined by this process.

So then in the chamber; holding stillness of mind; retreated from material senses; in balance of all energies; using the frequency of mantra provided by Thoth and carried by the standing wave within.
The initiate shall raise to rendezvous with the awoken forces rising through the storehouse of the Pyramid.

No hesitation nor fear shall have a part of this interaction, as those on both sides of the veil test the Will and intent of the Initiate.

...and if all preparations have been perfectly exact, the conclusion shall be inevitable.
The Initiate and his lady of balance shall be assured their role in service to the betterment and upward progression of their waiting brothers and sisters.
Theirs shall be Oneness with the Source and all things.

The measure of time ticks away.

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May Love Prevail

Blessings
Richard

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Here, folks,... is a simple story I used once to try and convey the nature of Spirit.
Hope it works for you.

Plunky was a light bulb.
Yes, an ordinary light bulb; but fully animated ! and with very particular properties.

He wasn't very bright though.
You see he had his own finite store of energy, and he drew from his energy store to glow as brightly as he was able.
His energy store was gently replenished from the ambient light all around.
Plunky was blissfully unaware of this process.
He just got on with his life among other light bulbs and it is fair to say he felt most comfortable when he was in the company of other light bulbs who chose to glow just as brightly as himself.

Darker ones didn’t interest him much because, as everyone knows, they lurked in the shadows; and only 'they' knew why they enjoyed the dim twilight of their mischievous lives.

Brighter ones frightened him because when they gathered together their light was so dazzling, he couldn’t see what they were up to.
In any case, they usually blended with the ambient light so he didn’t ‘have’ to take much notice of them if he didn’t want to.

One day Plunky was fed-up.
He was getting bored with the same old chat and with the same old light bulbs.
He took himself off to daydream for a while.
He thought to himself,
“This is really depressing. I hope there is more to it all than this!”
This mood grabbed him and became stronger and stronger as the days wore on.

He noticed a strange thing happening because the air around him was getting brighter.
He could feel ‘he’ was becoming brighter as energy invaded him, and it felt good. Suddenly he made the connection. He’d thought deeply about it and it had happened… In longing for something better he had been energised.

He looked around and jumped in surprise as he saw another light bulb standing right beside him.
He said, “ Where did you spring from?”
The other bulb answered, "I’m around you to keep an eye on you for a lot of the time, but you were not glowing with enough light to notice me. In fact even when I was busy elsewhere I still kept an eye on you. It was a simple matter. Your thoughts and actions changed your glow slightly. We here can interpret events behind the glow."

Plunky was astounded. He couldn’t remember feeling so good. He asked if it would always work like this.
His new friend told him it was nothing new; it was just that he had never been aware of it happening before.

Plunky wanted to know what he should do next. He could now see many new light bulbs he had never seen before.
He could also see across to the place where he had been trying to glow so far.
It looked strangely dingy now.
His new friend explained how all energy came from the ambient light and condensed to give him substance, always according to his will.

He told Plunky there was more to see and know than he could ever imagine.
Plunky jumped up and down.
“I want to get brighter, I want to get brighter… I want to see more…. I want to know more….How do I do it ? “

His friend said, “ Return to your old address and be ready to help others as I have done for you. He continued.
“I choose to persevere with my obligation to you. What you do now, is ‘your’ choice”

Plunky said, “But what will happen if I don’t want to go back to that place ?”
His new friend said, “ You will enjoy your new surroundings for a time. Eventually you will become bored again. The situation of your choosing will produce its own Consequence when you must eventually return in order to move forward.”

Plunky asked, “ What about you ?
His friend replied, “ I am filled with joy; for your new awareness has also energised me. I can now see more clearly as you can.”

Plunky was filled with excitement. He blurted out to his friend, “I think I’m ready now to go and spread a little light.”

"It is time for us all to do the same," his friend replied.

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Several years ago I revisited an elderly friend to learn that her husband had recently passed over. M----- was very disabled and despite her terrible difficulties, managed to meet each day with optimism. In fact, while her husband was away on business for much of the time, there were always callers to her house because of the inspirational Spirit that she engendered.

Now however, she was consumed with grief, for since her loss she had discovered the dark disturbing nature of her late husband’s clandestine life away from home.
M----- could neither understand nor come to terms with the betrayal she felt after so many years of personal suffering with her illness.

Upon my departure from the visit I was overcome to receive another Automatic work.
I scribbled the words on anything I could find around me before they faded from my insight.
I took minutes to tidy them up on a larger piece of paper before returning to knock again on M----- door.
I delivered the words to her as I knew I must, and the effect was profound.

There is much more of the story to attach, but the words I was blessed to channel were meant to help and break through the pain that she was feeling..
M----- did pull through it and eventually wrote her incredible life story, which was privately published.
M----- continues to be an inspiration to all…
Here below are the words I was given..
May they please be help to others too.

Lifeline to a friend……

I was strolling through a field when I saw him standing there.
He stood before a painting of the man from Galilee,
As if to reach in silence for some distant clarity.
Quite lost in thought he trembled as his face set with a frown.
The painted man gazed back with love, though blood flowed from his crown.

This strange affair drew me closer for I saw the man had something on his back!
He faltered with the weight – an evil black monstrosity,
Its claws gripped tight his shoulders in obscene profanity.
The man stood bent and silent, hypnotised to search his past.
I marvelled at the length of time he’d let such torture last.

I could contain myself no longer and called across to him.
He jumped with fright and shaking, turned to meet my puzzled face,
I said “How long has that monstrosity been clinging in that place?”
I pointed and he turned to look, to see if it was there
Then screamed in pain, “Each time I look it pulls hard on my hair.”

Well! You can imagine, my attention was caught and I had to know more.
His distress was quite apparent and I sought to comfort him,
I asked him if his creature was his payment for a sin.
Through tears he said, “ I know not how it grew so gross and black;
I felt it as a child, quite small, unnoticed on my back.”



Clearly his memory was sharpening. He moaned, but I urged him to continue.
“It was only as an aged man when I realised its size.
I tried hard to conceal it using barricades of lies.
The more I tried to shake it, the more it held on tight,
And the lies I dreamt for others, plagued me each and every night.”

Remorse and sadness true; but seeing light around the corner, I tried to interrupt.
I said, “ It’s time to realise, you get a second chance.
Just give the man from Galilee a thoughtful second glance.”
His weary eyes were glinting as he saw how light was there,
While his monster slowly lifted and diffused into the air.

I decided it was time to leave him, standing muttering to himself.
I knew his heart was heavy, but he stood up tall and straight, saying,
“I must turn back to my family, to mend the hurt and hate.”
I glanced back at the painting of a man for souls to seek,
As a perfect golden teardrop, trickled slowly down his cheek.

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Richard.

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The Wisdom of Children

Abridged from Volume 5, Life beyond the Veil
by Rev. G. Vale Owen

The small girl was blowing bubbles.
A boy said to her, What have you there inside that beautiful bubble?"

She said that whenever she blew a bubble she thought that each one was heaven.

Then the boy asked again, "if the bubble is heaven, then where is God?"

"Inside the bubble," the girl replied.

But he asked, "If the bubble is heaven, do you think it is big enough to hold God?"

"No," said the little girl, " You see, that is why it grows bigger and bigger, Look!"

She blew hard and the bubble grew bigger and bigger until it burst.

"Now," said the boy, "your beautiful bubble with all its continents and oceans and trees on it, has come to nought. When you blew into it that last time, you see, it burst."

"Yes; but God didn't," the little one replied.


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Don Boulet on the Synchronicity Site posted an excellent reply.
My thoughts exactly.
Thank you Don for letting me relay your post,
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Don was given this question

“Who would you trust -- the guys who study this stuff day in and day out, or some guy who has visions and a book that may or may not be a fake?”

Reply....

I tend to rather trust ALL of the evidence, Mike...rather that that filtered through a few mainstream textbooks written for a cliquey little crowd of smug know-it-alls...who claim they 'haven't seen the evidence'...because they haven't looked for the evidence.

They peer at the world, and at space, wearing goggles with the tiny slits of their conventional belief systems...thus have seen, and
even CAN see, very little of what is really here.

I trust the huge amount of evidence of geology in the record of the rocks and bones in the earth which shows us that there have been repeated major destructions on this planet.

And the ancient tales which tell of eyewitness accounts to these
things. Things like the subsidence of underwater cities, and the rapid uplifting of mountain ranges. Things like mammoth herds frozen instantly while eating buttercups. Things like entire islands made of hippo and saber-tooth tiger and crocodile bones in the far arctic areas of Siberia.

Things like maps from the dark ages which show Antarctica entirely UN-glaciated while our scientists tell us it has not been that way for millions of years. Things like the legends of all peoples of the earth about a major flood which nearly wiped out humanity.

Things like the legends of these same peoples which tell us that there is a "giant, red, flying serpent" in space which visits this solar system on a periodic basis, raining down fire, and destruction of different sorts on different visits.

And things like vitreous rock which had solidified in air hauled up from several miles beneath the surface of the Atlantic Ridge.

I trust the facts of archeology which continue to show more and more that the ancient tales were true. Things like entire civilizations wiped out at the same time which happens to coincide with the general time frame known as the Exodus...where great wonders of natural, catastrophic events were said to have happened...including the 'first' Passover. But it was definitely not the 'first'.

Things like the Babylonian tablets which tell of a Planet of the Crossing...and highly advanced beings who came from the sky...echoing the legends of indigenous peoples the world over. And things like metallic balls of obvious machine manufacture found deep in mines in South Africa. Things like flying craft and atomic weapons in the most ancient books of India.
Things like giants which were reported in the ancient books and whose bodies have been found by early settlers to this country, which coincide with tales told by the natives. And things like dna studies which so far have shown that both Kennewick man and Spirit Cave
man are NOT of native American descent. And were I to continue to relate all of the 'evidence' from Cremo's book and many, many others, I'd no doubt be here typing until the next passage.

But further, I also trust what I 'know' to be fact. Like when, as a young man, I 'knew' that the speed of light was not constant even though Sagan appeared regularly in Parade magazine and on the Tonight show to assure us that it was...nor was it the fastest that anything could move. Or when I knew that tele-transporting of matter could take place. Or that carbon dating was flawed.
Or that there were smaller things than the atom. Or that extra dimensions exist. And so on. The 'evidence' for these was simply internal intelligence...possibly the same kind of intelligence that remote viewers and mystics tap into...and surely the same kind of intelligence that the better sci-fi writers tap into. In the same
way, I also know it is possible to travel in time...and that there are those in the future (right now) who are doing it.

When you wear bigger goggles which look both outward and inward and over a broad range of phenomena, you get a bigger view than the myopic one which most of our mainstream scientists today have.

And I haven't even yet touched (in this reply) upon the cover-ups which have been ongoing in all of these fields.

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Reply from Jez

The only one we truly fool is our-self!

Some-one said to me today that is it not for every-one to see what is truth and what is falsehood for themselves, as I have done here, my initial response was to question this point on the grounds to help others, on further reflection I now agree, it is for each to see the truth for themselve's.

Response

If we examine a Rock; down to the molecules, down to the atoms, down to the neutrons and protons, down to the quarks, down to the gluons, down to Ethonic matter, (see book,) down to Motivation, we are at the threshold of Creation, and Truth.
But Truth is not only present at the birth. It describes the Virtuality and the Actuality of the whole process, and is in a state of constant flux.

Quality of truth is movement, which is vibration.
We can only grasp at the lesson from Truth when it has passed from Virtual state through Actuality, to recycle again.
We have the opportunity to learn from its Consequence.

We look at the Rock. We understand the gross implications of the Rock.
But if we were to understand the implications of its very fabric.
If we were to read the cycles of vibration which are its Presence; our Truth would benefit from all of its experience.
The Rock is not just a Rock. It represents a vast Consequence.
But we only see a Rock !

So it is within our own experience.
The condition of 'Truth,' reflects within us the dynamic stage we have reached in our evolvement.
If we journey to the essence of what we are, we discover 'Vibration.'
It too could be read collectively for each of us, to reveal our signiture; like the Rock, reflecting a vast Consequence of all we have been or experienced before.

Truth is dynamic. But in the ever-turning cycles of existence through Virtuality and Actuality, every Rock and every Person and in fact every thing, is connected.

We continue to view just a Rock and our viewing-point is thus fixed to a position just in front of us.
This limits our scope for wider Truth.
If we homo sapiens could only appreciate that we must first understand the whole nature of our own personal Consequence, we would make the connection to all things.

Then at last we would be able to all join at a viewing point of harmonious Truth, light years beyond our present collective viewing point.


Blessings to you Jez, and all on this journey.
Richard

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Third commentary from Amen aka Jez ::

Out-take of My Words ::
See how the river flows, this endless stream of knowledge from a never ending source.

From Jez ::
How do you know it?s a never ending source and an endless stream?

Reply::
Do you suppose then that Wisdom is Finite?
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Out-take of My Words ::
Are we meant to try to put our finger on it?

From Jez ::
Of course not, after-all, we are talking about the ineffable aren?t we, but, I noticed you are attempting to define it! In your above comment.

Reply ::
Oh Jez ! my contentious friend, read again. My definition was to take knowledge as infinite. To see that as restrictive is a contradiction in terms.
Remember mon ami, your first commentary post laboured to focus on the thought of trying to put your finger on the quality of knowledge. I responded as required.

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From Jez ::
If I may also offer a further word, you would be a wiser man if you would not dismiss the words of Kahlil Gibran so quickly without first whole heartedly seeing what lies within his words complete.

Reply ::
If I were addressing the entire output of this person I would have responded accordingly after a full study.
Your comment was supported by a small attributed quotation.
Should we not discern all information and knowledge through our own tested experience?
We may then respect the source of the information, but need not agree with it.

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From Jez ::
If I may make a suggestion that you re-read my words and listen! with every fibre of your being.
What is! knowledge? the ineffable!? which is!?

Reply ::
I have jez, I really have; and the answers remain simple.
Knowledge (((IS)))

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From Jez ::
If I may ask how does one understand love?

Reply ::
But we do not need to understand Love
We simply need to Know it


Brotherly Love and Blessings
Richard
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Those who have ventured to the deeper recesses of the Book
"Down To Earth" (the way it is) will be aware of my Understanding of how those on higher levels, answer our prayers here by the manufacture of Synchronicities.

And how better, when a heavier heart is raised to the spheres, for the opportunity to be grasped by our Minders in planting a more serious lesson.

The following actually happened last week.

Take two Souls; Husband and Wife.
Both buried in their conditioning.
One, bound further by hypocritical adherence to Catholicism; though a kindly Soul.
The other drawn closer to the vibration of higher levels, through the scars of Motherly devotion.
Both grounded by the practical considerations of a hard mundane life.

The snow piled high on the ground. More fell heavily from the dark sky.
Things had to be carried indoors and a slip and a fall, and the spectacles he relied so heavily on, were lost amongst the snow.

They searched long and hard everywhere and gave the task up as futile.
These folks are poor people, who give their all to their family and go without, themselves.
There was much angst. They would not be able to afford a new pair of spectacles and they were very upset.
They openly said a prayer or two or three or four, begging for the help of God to find the lost article.

They prayed sincerely, while outside their front door, the snow continued to fall heavily.
These people needed to find these spectacles; but more importantly, needed to have a renewal of faith in the real presence and workings of Spirit.

Some while later, the door was opened to show where their tracks and the signs of their earlier efforts were wiped clean by the falling snow.
But there… a few feet over to the side on a pile of compressed snow the spectacles lay as if just gently placed there.
In a few minutes they would have been under fresh snow again, but right at this moment they were given back to the couple.
The effect on them both, and other family members who were there at the time, was profound.
I am sure that in Spirit, there were shared tears from a few Minders who were also overjoyed to see another good plan come together.

This story is true.
It happened last week in a town in North America.
The family is close to my heart.

If we reach to the outstretched hands of our Minders and Spirit, the same magic could be worked in every town and every country in the world.


Blessings of Light
Richard


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Second comment from “Amen”

Perhaps then I am clutching at the wrong end-of-the-stick, or, put another way, I see the picture your painting, which is different from the one I am currently viewing, oh…… bugger!

This “knowledge” thing, I mean, everyone knows what knowledge is right? - well, almost. But, as soon as you try to put your finger-on-it, it, just slips away, and you are left with just nothing, like trying to catch fresh air with your bare hands, you can feel it in your grasp, but you cannot hold onto it - How frustrating!
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Response..

See how the river flows, this endless stream of knowledge from a never ending source.
Are we meant to try to put our finger on it?
See how easily it slips from our touch, leaving just the experience behind.
And that experience, savored, assessed, tested… really tested, and finally Understood.
At last we have something to put our finger on, but more; much more, to grasp it to us tightly, for now it will never leave us.

All Knowledge is transitory.
True Understanding endures.

But there is a price to pay.
First we must know “Ourselves.”

To know Ourselves, we must step beyond Ourselves
To where Knowledge and Understanding become One.

In Light and Love
Blessings
Richard

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Message comment from “amen”

Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet : On Teaching

Then said a teacher, "Speak to us of Teaching."

And he said:

No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of our knowledge.

The teacher who walks in the shadow of the temple, among his followers, gives not of his wisdom but rather of his faith and his lovingness.

If he is indeed wise he does not bid you enter the house of wisdom, but rather leads you to the threshold of your own mind.
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Response ::

The Teacher who offers faith alone, fails to teach.
The Teacher who offers knowledge, enables also, Understanding.
In this there is Love.

The threshold of our own mind is bound by the limitations of Karma, Conditioning and Prejudice acquired on the journey.
The wise man paints the Glory of the House of Wisdom - with Bells-on,
that we may recognize the limitations we have bound ourselves to.

In the Love of Light and Understanding
Blessings
Richard


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For ten years the Student sat with his Master and not a word passed between them.
Presently the Master said to his Student,
" You have not spoken for a while, what's on your mind?"

The student replied he had been pondering a profound question on the nature of things.

The master spoke again to say, " I could have answered your question ten years ago but I was unable to do so."
"Why not? " said the Student.

"Because you didn't ask!" said the Master.

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All who visit here are the Master or Student of some aspect of this life and beyond.
Answers always await the seeker.
But the seeker must step forward with their Question

Those who are ready to ask, please take courage and step forward.
Love, light and enlightenment await the outstretched hand.


And if the answers are not the right answers, it is probably because you are asking the wrong questions.

Blessings
richard

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Faith of consciousness is freedom
Faith of feeling is weakness
Faith of body is stupidity.
Love of consciousness evokes the same in response
Love of feeling evokes the opposite
Love of the body depends only on type and polarity.
Hope of consciousness is strength
Hope of feeling is slavery
Hope of body is disease.

"Gurdjieff"

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Life is religion. Life experiences reflect how one interacts with God. Those who are asleep are those of little faith in terms of their interaction with the creation. Some people think that the world exists for them to overcome or ignore or shut out. For those individuals, the worlds will cease. They will become exactly what they give to life. They will become merely a dream in the 'past.' People who pay strict attention to objective reality right and left, become the reality of the 'Future.'

Cassiopaeans, 09-28-02

http://www.cassiopaea.org/cass/waveindex.htm

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Thoth The Atlantean
From Tablet X11

Know ye, O man that all of the future is an open book to him who can read.

All effect shall bring forth its causes as all effects grew from the first cause.

Know ye the future is not fixed or stable but varies as cause brings forth an effect.

Look in the cause thou shalt bring into being and surely thou shalt see that all is effect.

So, O man, be sure the effects that ye bring forth, are ever causes of more perfect effects.

Know ye the future is never in fixation, but follows man's free will as it moves through the movements of time-space toward the goal where a new time begins.

Man can only read the future through the causes that bring the effects.

Seek ye within the causation and surely ye shall find the effects.

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From Tablet 111

List ye, O man, and be wise.

Far 'neath the earth crust in the Halls of Amenti, mysteries I saw that are hidden from men.

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From Tablet 1

Raised I high over the entrance, a doorway, a gateway leading down to Amenti.

Few there would be, with courage to dare it. Few pass the portal to dark Amenti.

Raised over the passage I; a mighty Pyramid,
using the power that overcomes Earth force (gravity).

Deep and yet deeper place I, a force-house or chamber;
from it carved I, a circular passage reaching almost to the great summit.

There in the apex, set I the crystal, sending the ray into the "Time-Space,"
drawing the force from out of the ether, concentrating upon the gateway to Amenti.

Other chambers I built and left vacant to all seeming,
yet hidden within them are the keys to Amenti.

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Let our focus remain on the mysteries of the Great Pyramid.
The mystery remains only for so long as we cling to our limitations.

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My Presence, like as to an arrow in flight.
I hold its course true to my own inevitable target of destiny at the G.P.


Blessings
Richard
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Night Time

A brief respite of peace descends so slowly to the ground,
Whence torn with strife we sleep, without a murmur of a sound.
The night with deafening still, brings echoes from a place,
Where ‘One’ with hope and morning seeks to make a better place.

A heart beat drumming lightly.
It’s the Child who’s taking breath
A heart beat pounding swiftly.
It’s the man eluding death.
A mother’s heart is sighing, as it feeds another voice;
The heart of ‘One’ at sunset pleads to make a better choice.

Temporary shadow offers light to those who seek.
Visions in the night must have their chance to speak.
But can we really turn our back, as love embraces every day,
and set the price so high - that hope will slowly fade away ?

Blessings
Richard

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I heard this on the radio on the way to work and I swear, if it doesn't touch something inside... well....
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The Ballad of Mrs Malone by, Eleanor Farjeon.

Mrs Malone lived hard by a wood, all on her lonesome as nobody should
With her crust on the plate and her crust on the coal
And none but herself to converse with, poor soul.

With shawl and a hood she got sticks out adoor, and with bit of old sacking she slept on the floor, and nobody, nobody asked how she fared
Or knew how she managed, for nobody cared..
Why make a bother about an old crone.
Wherefore should they bother, with Mrs Malone.

One Monday in Winter with snow on the ground, so thick that a footstep fell without sound.
She heard a faint frostbitten tap at the pane, and went to the window to listen again.
There sat a cock-sparrow, bedraggled and weak, with half opened eyelid and frost on its beak.
She threw up the sash and she took the bird in, and mumbled and fumbled it under her chin.
“You’re all of a smother, you’re all overblown. I’ve room for another,” said Mrs Malone.

Come Tuesday while eating her dry morning slice, with the Sparrow a’ picking, “Aint company nice.”
She heard on the doorstep, a curious scratch, and there was a cat, with its claw on the latch.
It was hungry and thirsty and thin as a lath. It mewed and it moaned on the slippery path.
She threw the door open and warmed up some pap and huddled and cuddled it into her old lap.
“There, there little brother, you poor skin and bone. There’s room for another," said Mrs Malone

Come Wednesday when all of them crouched on the mat , with a crumb for the Sparrow, a sip for the cat; there was wailing and whining outside in the wood, and there sat a Vixen with 6 of her brood.
She was haggard and ragged and worn to a shred, and her half dozen babies were only half fed.
But Mrs Malone, crying, “My, aint they sweet,” happed them and lapped them and gave them to eat.
“You warm yourself Mother, you’re cold as a stone. There’s room for another,” said Mrs Malone.

Come Thursday a Donkey stepped in off the road, with sores on its withers from bearing a load.
Come Friday when icicles pierced the white air; down from the mountain lumbered a Bear.
For each she had something if little to give,
“Lord knows, the poor critters must all of them live.”
She gave them her sacking, her hood and her shawl; her loaf and her teapot, she gave them her all.
“What with one and with t’other, my family has grown, and there’s room for another,” said Mrs Malone.

Come Saturday evening when time was to sup.
Mrs Malone had forgot to sit up.
The Cat said meow and the Sparrow said, peep. The Vixen was sleeping. The Bear let her sleep.

On the back of the Donkey they bore her away
Through trees and up mountains beyond night and day.
Till come Sunday morning they brought her in State, through the last cloud-bank, as far as the Gate.

“Who is it?” asked Peter, you have with you there?”
and Donkey, Sparrow, Cat Vixen and Bear – exclaimed, “Do you tell us up here that she is unknown? It’s our Mother God bless her, Mrs Malone – who’s havings were few and who’s holdings were small and who’s heart was so big there was room for us all.

Then Mrs Malone all a sudden awoke. She rubbed her two eyeballs and anxiously spoke.
“Where am I to goodness and what do I see ? ..My dears let’s turn back, this is no place for me.”
But Peter said, “Mother, Go in to the Throne.
There’s room for another…… Mrs. Malone.

Blessings
Richard

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On another list, filled with important Gurus; proclaiming Love, but teaching less; someone asked if it was a full moon.

On the touchlines, a simpler but far wiser Soul, swelled from the Wisdom within.

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The full moon was Wednesday. It was called the Wolf Moon.

What time of the day it was full I do not know.
The moon loses its fullness as soon as it becomes full.
I love the full moon. I can stare at the full moon sky for hours.

I walked 3 miles Wed. night
I have a pure white wolf dog. with very amber eyes.
He walked in the late night with me, so very alert.

The moon glistened off the snow, while the shadows of the trees danced in the wind.
Oh! it was so cold. 12 degrees.
My cheeks, nose and ears were stinging.
It was sooooo wonderful...

I thought about so many things walking that night.
I thought about the Lord.

I prayed for forgiveness. I prayed to the Lord to help me walk as he does. In love, always in love.


I kept thinking..
To walk as the Lord does.
To walk as the Lord does.
To walk as the Lord does.
I must have said it a hundred times maybe more.
As I said it, I thought of those words and what they really meant.

To walk as the Lord does, always in love..

Did Jesus love the men that savagely killed him, called him a liar,
spitting on him.

Do I dare to love those who don't love me or even like me for my beliefs or my lack or good grammar, or the way I look, or where I live, or who I am.

To walk as the Lord does, yes.

I love because I am loved.

Everyday I try to go through the day without making judgments of anyone, including myself.

It’s really hard.

Yeah! The full moon was Wednesday.

Blessings in Love
jadie

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Blessings
Richard

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Quote ::

Albert Einstein:

"The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift."


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From an incredible Book ::

The Messengers
by: Julia Ingram and G.W. Hardin

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Late one night Nick wrote in his journal a message to himself.
After reflecting on it, he was sure the Angels were the author.

”You must believe in yourself at all times. You must never lose faith that you are capable of doing anything in life you choose to do.
And you must always choose the highest.
It is not enough for you to choose that you must achieve excellence. For you must believe in yourself enough to accomplish that which others cannot accomplish.

To believe in yourself, you must have courage that exceeds the need for the consideration of courage.
It must be a natural part of your life that avoids any need for decision-making based on whether you have courage to do that which you must.
This must be a belief beyond personal questioning, beyond personal
doubt, to a point when it can no longer be considered courage but rather a way of life.
This shall be so, for you will believe in yourself.

You must have character that is beyond criticism and is a permanent part of yourself. It is not imagined or pretended.
Every moment of your life must be naturally conducted with pride and dignity that cannot be confused with arrogance but recognized with respect.
Your character must always contain compassion and concern for others. This concern will be genuine, for you will never lose sight of your background in trying to understand those you have difficulty in
identifying with, for they are the majority of the world and the
ones that need help the most.
You must believe in yourself so that your character never bends, never
compromises and is consistent.

You must believe in your intellect that no task is beyond your ability to succeed. Your intellect is a gift that you shall not waste and you shall use to its greatest capacity.
You must have the patience and tolerance to realize that others will not always agree with or understand you.
But rather than find fault, you shall try harder to reach them, for it shall become your responsibility to serve them. This is your calling. You cannot question it. You must accept it.

Blessings
Richard

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Worth bearing in mind.....

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In another respect, a focus on "love and light" can, in some cases, reflect an inner "fear" of the darkness. And that fear will attract unpleasant experiences and events into one's life. Only knowledge can dispel that fear.


Blessings
Richard....

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Richard,

I can see we are going to have many fun discussions, i do have
plenty of questions though and I will be challenging at times - but
if like you say your knowldege to be so I am sure it will be just a
breeze in the park for you and i will learn from you.

you wrote;

" It is for each to find their own truth and tranquility within. "

So am i right in making the assumption that each and everyone of us
has our own personal truth, in essence my truth is different to
yours and to everyone else's?

Regards,
Hawk
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Oh! Truth. How shall we define Truth.

Truth, is a condition, whereby no further interpretation of
understanding may be gleaned from its nature.
How shall we recognise Truth.
First, let us consider the viewing point of a Presence who is
one with Truth.
We shall grant them the status of perfectness, which conveys a
oneness with all things, for how so otherwise could they embody
that immaculate condition.

The perception of such a Presence upon us, would form no judgement
of our inadequate state as we aspire to their immaculate
condition.
Their perception would be the understanding that we simply
reflected a lesser state.
We would not, could not, be viewed as imperfect because we are an
integral part of the whole.

Their immaculate Truth would include the complete awareness of us
and our condition; while through our perceptions, we can only aspire
to the perfectness of condition beyond our own limitations of
understanding.

So how shall I reconcile my truth with that of immaculate truth, and
with that of others of my kind.
I must first reach an awareness of my own viewing point
in relation to all others.
I must recognise that my condition conveys no status, for status
conveys exclusivity, and immaculate truth can have no barriers.
If I am to know tranquillity, there can be no resistance, even
though I occupy an inadequate state. Awareness allows the
understanding of immaculate truth within us all.
How could it be otherwise, but for the fact that it is prevented
merely by our own inadequacy.

I can look within myself. I can build upon my own evolving awareness
of my lesser viewing point. I can examine all causes emanating
from within me.
I can get to know the effect of all that originates in my
own cause which is Thought.
I can strive to understand all consequence for which I am
responsible.
I am qualified only, to judge myself and these things within me.

and if I hold to the vision and the certainty of immaculate truth
beyond, I will be satisfied in that, knowing even though I stand in
the humility of inadequacy, I am nevertheless an integral part of
the whole truth.
Such is the source of tranquillity.
To Love all, but able only first despite inadequecy, when we can
feel the Love of tranquillity within ourselves.

Immaculate Truth is immutable.
Your Truth, my Truth, is a temporary condition, it is transient.
I can only ever offer my truth as a catalyst to others.
How shall I hope to be viewed then by others of my kind.
in hope, as someone who can demonstrate that the truth I offer out
of myself is truly tested within my own experience, and that it may
assist the transient process of evolvement in others.

It is for each to find their own truth and tranquillity within, not
to imply a difference, but to encourage the awareness.

Blessings
Richard


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.. so true


(Q) What will the Aquarian Age mean to mankind as regards Physical, Mental and Spiritual development? Is the Aquarian Age described as the "Age of the Lily" and why?

(A) Think Ye this might be answered in a word? These are as growths. What meant that awareness as just indicated? In the Piscean age, in the center of same, we had the entrance of Emmanuel or God among men, see? What did that mean? The same will be meant by the full consciousness of the ability to communicate with or to be aware of the relationships to the Creative Forces and the uses of same in material environs. This awareness during the era or age in the age of Atlantis and Lemuria or Mu brought what? Destruction to man, and his beginning of the needs of the journey up through that of selfishness. Then, as to what will these be, - ONLY those who accept same will even become aware of what's going on about them! How few realize the vibratory forces as create influences from even one individual to another, when they are even in the same vibratory force or influence! And yet ye ask what will the Aquarian age bring in mind, in body, in experience?


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Extract reproduced with gratitude

Releasing the Spirit 2

Human perfectibility is a process, a story that is still being written as it is being recounted. Perfection is a concept that stands for the process; it cannot contain the truth of perfectibility because the latter is a moving point.

Spirit is. We do not create it, we uncover it.

Human perfectibility involves unfolding in line with the plan, clearing obstacles and uncovering in line with the plan of an individual life and soul grouping.
Only honesty and authenticity can prepare the ground in a way that will permit individuality to shine through. It cannot be served by pretence or imitation because if we are unique who can we copy?

Nevertheless, in the process of human perfectibility, learning to appreciate and co-operate with the perspectives of the soul releases us from the limitations of personality consciousness.
If undertaken intelligently,conscious pretence in the form of anticipating the view from the plane of the soul can serve this process of dissolving obstacles.

The removal of obstacles through encouraging the perspectives of the soul has been the focus of spirituality in the past two thousand years. Those that have succeeded in achieving soul consciousness (or that we consider to have achieved it -not necessarily the same thing at all) have fashioned our idea of perfection, and it is the idea of perfection that underpins spiritually inspired pretence.

It is a strangely immobile concept, this idea of perfection, an expression of Piscean duality that removes any taint of personality consciousness and negates thereby the point of being in incarnation.

In incarnation, we all have personalities and personality consciousness. Yep, everyone, even an enlightened being. What varies is the degree of control we have over our personalities, the degree and facility of access to soul consciousness, and our understanding of what the integrated, aligned personality can achieve on behalf of the planet.

The concept of perfection that is so widely imitated, bears as much resemblance to totality of human perfectibility as the crescent moon to the full moon.
A soul conscious being stands for potential, not completion. Love and compassion are not ends in themselves; they are qualities that make it safe for us to express the higher-octane energy of spirit.

Love and compassion express the soul of God, not the whole of God. Islam has always understood that, whilst it has not been within the remit of Christianity.

Hopefully, as integrating Aquarian perspectives replace the duality of the Age of Pisces we will learn to show our personalities more respect and use them more intelligently.
Personality serves spirit by bringing energy through for the lower kingdoms.
If an enlightened being does not choose that role he does not remain in incarnation; if he does he will need a personality vehicle.

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Stoned Out Of Their Minds

Once upon a time there was an Island, occupied by a people who lived in peace and harmony.
Their dwellings spread across the meadowlands on either side of the river.

One day while exploring, Rute found a big shiny round stone.
He remarked how beautiful it was.
His friend Elat, who was with him at the time, claimed he had seen it first and tried to snatch it. They argued.

Next day, Rute, the Keeper of the stone, teased his friend; who promptly wandered off on his own feeling very angry.
Sometime later, Elat turned up again with great excitement. He produced an equally shiny perfect ‘oval’ stone and declared how much more beautiful it was than the round stone.

Harsh words were spoken and upon returning home, Rute, the Keeper of the round stone spoke with his family and hit upon a plan.
His friend lived on the opposite side of the river but when they met again next day he offered to compare stones again. Rute revealed his stone, now painted a very bright Blue colour. “Clearly,” he declared, “ My stone is the best!”


When they met again the following day, Elat was smiling and dancing. He paraded his oval stone and it had been painted a vivid Red. The two friends argued ever more savagely over the stones.
However, interest had been generated in the community. Before long other people appeared with 'their' trophy stones painted Blue or Red and each claimed as the best example.

A wise man lived alone, some distance from the community. He was reputed to be older and wiser than anyone. He was disturbed by the trouble and visited the community to remind everyone of their former peaceful times. He was told to mind his own business.

Time passed and ever greater efforts were made by the people on either side of the river to find and display the most glorious stones. The people now called themselves Tribes, and the trouble worsened.
Years passed and everyone forgot the origin of the dispute; apart from the anniversary of the first find – which became an annual parade. Everyone now had a stone.

Stones of Red and stones of Blue were treasured, protected and worshipped. The tribes now lived apart and taunted each other across the river.

Some years later the wise man returned to visit on the annual Parade Day. The people were horrified to see he had no stone !
They demanded to know which colour he worshipped.
He replied that both colours were beautiful and had merit.
The people were not satisfied.
The wise man told them he praised the ground from whence the stones appeared, and the light which allowed their vision.
This blasphemy incensed them all and they drove him away in fury…. Tempers had never been higher on the Annual Stone Parade.

No one will ever know who cast the first one……..but a stone was hurled !
Before long a battle had begun which raged and raged.
The sky became darkened with the flight of stones; accompanied by the shrieks and insults from the people.
After many hours of battle, the last person himself stumbled and fell dead from his terrible injuries amid the Devastation.

For the first time in many years a huge storm gathered and swept across the Island. Nothing escaped the lashing power of the purifying rain.

Red paint and Blue paint were stripped and washed from the stones to mingle in the ground. All that remained was a layer of bright shiny clean stones which could not be told apart.

In the distance the wise old man sailed away muttering sadly to himself, “Will they ever learn ?”

Peace, Wisdom and Blessings to all
Richard

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THE EMERALD TABLETS OF THOTH

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Man supports himself only on that which resists. So Earth must resist man else he existeth not.

All eyes do not see with the same vision, for to one an object appears of one form and color and to a different eye of another. So also the infinite fire, changing from color to color, is never the same from day to day.

Thus, speak I, Thoth, of my wisdom, for man is a fire burning bright through the night; never is quenched in the veil of the darkness, never is quenched by the veil of the night.

Hark ye, O man, and list to this wisdom: where do name and form cease? Only in consciousness, invisible, an infinite force of radiance bright. The forms that ye create by brightening thy vision are truly effects that follow thy cause.

Man is a star bound to a body, until in the end, he is freed through his strife. Only struggle and toiling thy utmost shall the star within thee bloom out in new life. He who knows the commencement of all things, free is his star from the realms of night.

Remember, O man, that all which exists is only another form of that which exists not. Everything that has being is passing into yet other being and thou thyself are not an exception.

Consider the Law, for all is Law. Seek not that which is not of the Law, for such exists only in the illusions of the senses.

Wisdom cometh to all her children even as they cometh unto wisdom.
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I spoke a few posts ago of a book I had channelled, following a lifetime of Supernormal experience and a specific Event in my life.

I deeply pray that some small aspiration of Wisdom shall shine forth from its pages to touch the hearts of those who read it.
If it resonates equal in minute comparison with the holy words of Thoth the Atlantean, then I/We shall have served our purpose.

Here then is the link, for all to find the book ::

"Down To Earth (the way it is)"

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Let Understanding always light the way
Love,
Richard.

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I visit a chosen few excellent research sites.
Just occasionally they produce an absolute feast for the mind.

THE FOLLOWING SITE WILL TRULY HAVE YOU GAGGING !!

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on ......http://afterlifefiles.blogspot.com/ I was prompted to reply to the discussion examining personal reactions to a particular beligerent Senior Citizen.
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"If someone selflessly offers me an insight they automatically invoke the universal formula of, CAUSE/EFFECT and CONSEQUENCE.
Cause being their motivating THOUGHT,
Effect being the ENACTMENT of Cause.
Consequence being the RECIPROCAL IMPACT of the original Thought.

My reaction to the other person's Cause, begins a new Cause/Effect/Consequence chain for me...and so it goes on.

If I have no conflict within me, I will receive their Cause, at positive face value and the positive vibration of our interactions will build and build.

If I receive their Cause in a negative way; my lack of tranquility will have arisen from the inadequecies within 'me' and will reveal the accumulated conditioning/prejudice I still have.

I will thereby receive their positive Cause as a higher hot-spot of energy, which will impinge in a discomforting way upon 'my' lower vibration.

I therefore have two options..
(1) To either face myself, and to try and raise my vibration by accepting the good in the Cause offered to me.
Or (2) reject the sentiment of the Cause offered.

If I take option (2), the Effect of the positive hot-spot of energy will be to cause a compression of my own negative Ethonic substance, (for such is the source of Conflict) and so it will remain until I either face myself and raise my own vibration to meet it, or until I seek a bad deed through my own future Causes to discharge the excess energy..

The Consequence of the original Cause will not have yet worked itself out within me; for, my translation of it into negative Effect and Consequence of my own, will ensure that by the Law of Reciprocal action I will produce my own ever deepening conflicts until I deal with the issue at last.

...and how does this relate to old ladies?
I work at a Retirement complex dealing daily with the issues of Senior Citizens.
The contrast could not be starker, between those who carry their unhappy negative conditioning/prejudice like a badge;
and those who have faced themselves and now offer the Light of their higher vibration to all who will accept it as such a joyous Cause.

The wisdom aquired through coming to terms with our own inadequecies will ensure in our work, that we enjoy the Receprocal effect of our own either, positive or negative Consequences.

We each carry within us the choice to act one way or the other.
The responsibility does not just rest with the choice of a happy or a miserable Senior Citizen.

God grant that we may all find wisdom from the light deep within us.

Blessings
Richard.

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"Of Things To Come"

Over 20 years ago something happened which turned my world upside down.
I call it "My Event."
Hitherto and since, my mundane life has been supported on a Spiritual level by continuing Supernormal experience.

These occurrances moved me forward in stages of enlightenment, finally leading to the Event. From that day forward I was blessed and cursed with a rounded Understanding of how the physical world seamlessly interacts and interchanges with levels of reality way beyond our physical world.

I was blessed to have been awakened to my full memory of the physics and life processes involved.
I was cursed in the fact that I am now aware of my own inevitable continuing role in the game.

Out of all of this a book has been channelled.

"Down To Earth (the way it is)"

This has been freely available for some time from the file sections of few sites I visit.
This Blog site was simply to be an outlet for my musings on matters of Spiritual observation.

However the pathway of Spirit for me, everyone else, and our entire Planet; is accellerating toward a final nemesis in the near future. Those who are able, are charged with the duty of elevating the vibration of Spirit in all things in preparation for what is to come.

The book "Down To Earth ( the way it is)" has been prepared for free use on its own Group Site..along with a sister site to allow questions, comments and discussion arising.
These sites are almost ready for release, and I will post their details here as soon as I can. (Probably in about a week time)

It is true that convictions are not transferable. They must be arrived at through the "Tested" experience of the individual.
Blessings to anyone who considers my words.
I hope they may act as a catalyst to your own journey of awakening.

Please take a moment to add your comments at the end of any post here.


...Love and Light to fill your day.
...Richard


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PAUSE FOR THOUGHT
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To experience is to Know,

To know is to Believe,

To believe is to Seek,

To seek is to Find,

To find is to Understand,

To understand is to Yield,

To yield is to Love.

…Richard Gabriel

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This question arose today....

When we are bogged down with the material concerns of mundane life, how can possibly link to the higher vibrations of another plane.
This question often arises.
I have republished below a reply I gave through my own Understanding, to another friend who asked the same thing.


"As to reclaiming Spiritual activity.. well Lord ! I could write a book just on that subject alone… As I understand it, the more spectacular Spiritual inspirations and events go hand in hand with our own personal state of vibration…
If someone is evolved (spiritually) beyond the point of awareness, they have already gone past the breakeven point of refinement to guarantee no permanent slippage back to darkness.

But Material diversions of any kind are an inherently part of a lower vibration..
Our interaction with them cannot be avoided as we inhabit this state..

It ‘is’ possible for us to evolve to the point where we still interact with material concerns, but with our 'Presence' occupying a Spiritual detachment… IE having reached a power of refinement, where the lower vibrations of Material concerns can no longer disrupt our finer equilibrium.

For most people, interaction within the Physical, continues to conflict /disrupt the vibrationary balance..
This has a knock-on effect because our lowered vibration can make us introspective …condensing our vibration further!

Think about it… We get home… we’re feeling sad… we play some sad music to accompany it….We get home ….we’re feeling wishy-washy … we play anything to give some white noise in the background etc… These choices are only maintaining or feeding our negative feelings.

So what is the solution when we are undergoing a period of Material ‘Grounding’

… Despite yourself… to seek out every means of inspiration you can find..
In the midst of confusion/uncertainty/chaos/sadness, grabbing every opportunity to balance the onslaught of negative vibration with positive vibes.

When sad or depressed … to play the most inspiring music you can find to fill all the spaces…
..to grab minutes if that is all there is, to read inspiring material…
.. to grab any chance to link and talk with others who share your higher inspiration…
.. to link with the inner/higher/alpha self and expand your consciousness to levels where you ‘know’ your complete trust in your Minder/s ‘will’ be rewarded with support…
.. to take yourself away (briefly if that is all you can manage) to a favourite Nature oasis and join your inner self with the higher vibrations of life around you…
… finally to let go of trying to produce solutions that are beyond your power…to accept to yourself that you are not perfect and that is OK
… to yield to the higher order which will prevail, because the negative phase you are going through is only a temporary illusion…

To accept the lesson and the impact of this negative time with Grace, in the surety that if you are able to accomplish it - you will have passed the test and be ready for the next higher phase when it ends.

One of the hardest things I have had to come to terms with is that ‘I’ cannot live the lesson or experience that others close to me are intended to go through..

In that knowledge, and despite my good intentions if I find I am not producing a positive change in a situation I am having to deal with, I now accept I am not "supposed" to remove the means to “their” lesson!
I am then able to endure with Grace, while appealing to a higher level for direction…..
This may take a while, but it will always be arranged.

Blessings to all


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What just happens after the battle ?…………
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The People of the Glade…
Thursday 11th. November 1920…

Abridged from Volume V of the series Life Beyond the Veil, by the Rev. Vale Owen… These works received through Automatic Writing from Guides and teachers in Spirit at the turn of the last century.
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The Story Told......

"We now turned our attention upon the thousands who stood or lay about on the plain at the foot of the hill. I took the seven men, and Ladena arrived to order the seven women helpers. We went up and down the ranks for a long time. We were trying to help them and probing into them to find out some few who would help our purpose, those in whose hearts not too much bitterness remained. These we would awaken, and converse with them, and then invite them into our company to aid us with the ruck. But I found none except one who had been a priest among them. Him I aroused and took aside."

"But Ladena came upon three women, and later there were eight more added to that number of all that multitude. Truly it was a pitiful affair, when so much hatred encompassed their hearts about. But you must reckon in one factor, my son, and it was this. These people were now as they had been at the moment of their killing.
Many we knew, when awakened into consciousness, and when we explained what had chanced to them, would cast off their death frenzy of hatred and become of more amiable mind.
But what we did not know was which of them would do this, and which would be the more stubborn ones. This was a question of foreseeing and we were hard-put to forecast their line of mental and Spiritual activity. The troublesome element was the same free-will which makes a man a man indeed, and touches him for knighthood of divinity. This then we left for the present; it must await our more leisured operations.
We turned tour company with Ladena, therefore, and seconded them in their more promising quest."

The Bishop…
"First I helped the priest.
(How did you wake him up Arnel? And what did you do when he was rused?)

He was sitting upon a little hillock out on the plain, head in hands. Once and again he raised his eyes, but they told him little, being ill-focussed upon his environment. He sighed unknowing and thought he slept, dreaming, and would wake anon. He did not much err on this.
I stood before him and poured my will in a stream upon his own, my companions aiding me. Awhile he arose and stretched his arms upward and sighed once and again. We looked then into his eyes, and held them at last upon our own. Slowly they came into focus, and then a frown gathered upon his comely face, and in a little, being fully awake, he came towards us and addressed us."

He said, “ I pray you forgive me gentlemen, I have slept awhile. But… I scarcely know….. yes, I did fall on sleep, but not hereabouts I do not think gentlemen, you were of the company of those others. Will you come to my aid, Sir? I am somewhat bemused….”
He broke off sharp, for he had glimpsed the thousands of his sometime countrymen lying mostly asleep, some uneasy, some walking only a few yards, and again sitting down to close their eyes in a stupor."

"He looked at us then sternly and not afraid. He was a noble fellow, and rejoiced he should soon be our comrade. He said,” Now it comes back to me, My poor bretheren and my people. God help them to forbear, as I have councelled them so oft to do; to forbear, poor sheep, and to forgive. But as to you, he continued, turning sharp about upon us again; then he paused and said more slowly, “ and yet you do not have the look of them that did us this disservice, nor are there any weapons in your hands to view.”
Then I answered him, “ No, nor have we any upon our persons. Dir, I see you already understand your present state, that you have passed through the gate of death.” He nodded. “ I see also that you are of the priestly order.”
“Both priest and bishop; but that is nought.”
“You, with these your flock, were killed by your enemies. You have forgiven those enemies.”

I Can Aid You In This….
“All this is true sir, for I made it my aim in the other life to forgive them in advance whatsoever they should do to me, living in the presence of their ill-will and ill intention. But who are you, by your leave, gentlemen ?”
“We are angel ministrants on a very difficult quest,” I said, and told him of our task and our fears for the multitude. This was a great Soul, and he quickly sensed our earnestness and our object, and many details as by intuition.
Then he said, “ I can aid you in this if you will impress me into your service and, aiding you, I shall be helping also these poor little ones; for sirs, they be little more than babes, and you will be patient with them because they are so.
So we held a council, and he was indeed of much help to us. He pointed out one and another who were priests and ministers; then other of his countrymen whom he knew to be of good heart. Also he showed us which were the most dangerous and turbulent of them….. of these some seven hundred, and of these again some score were of the priesthood.
The more Spiritually we awakened one by one, and he talked to them, explaining to them, with much patience, all that had come to pass, and what way they could help the others best. Then we gathered them apart to rest awhile.

A Difficulty…..
Ladena meanwhile treated with the women in like manner. First she took those who had children away there in the wilderness and led them to that meadow, where they were beginning to besport themselves, feeling more at ease.
Here the women found, for the time being, enough ado to fondle and caress their babies. And so Ladena left them and returned for the next group in order.
And so the thing went on until we had reduce those ranks to the seven hundred violent Souls, and twice more so many who were hard to reckon up : the uncertain ones. Of these some fifty or thereabouts were women."

"Out of the awakened we had gathered a company of one hundred and eighty men, and twenty three women, who should aid us with the work. The others were not stout enough at heart. At their head we placed the Bishop and an Alderman, his friend and protector in Earth life, and we ordered this company through those two.
But we were in a difficulty.. here were these violent people sleeping. They must be awakened. But we feared to do this to them, for we knew that the outbreak of violence among them would be calamitous. We talked long, and neither could my comrades from the House of Orders, nor those newly arrived from earth find a way out of it. So we fell into a thoughtful silence.
As we sat thus there came, from a little distance away, a voice deep and strong, but very sweet and full of melody. “What lesson did you learn of the Christ Child, my son Arnel?” I stood up and looked abroad. There on the hillcrest sat Wulfhere as I had seen her last, tranquil and composed yet, as I could see, strung taut to action. Her chin was in the cup of her hand, elbow on thigh, and her eyes looked straight to mine and held me."

A Child Shall Lead Them….
"As I looked at her the scene in the Hall of Pillars came to vision before my mind, and in the Glade, and in the Rotunda where the children had gone up into the city. And I sighed much at the contrast between those sweet scenes and this. But I knew at length what answered Wulfhere awaited, and I gave it. “A child shall lead them, as the prophet of old said. Yes in all of those transactions of the children, it was the Child who went on before.
“I do not know your prophet, Arnel. But he spoke true. Take heed to his teaching…and to the teaching of the child.
“He lead them by the sweet beauty of his love,” I said, still searching after the way she would apply this principle to the case in hand.
“He did,” she answered. “Aye, he led them so, as I lost the art to do so long ago, by reason of work so strenuous and fierce as that whereon I and Shonar were set to do it. But it comes into my mind what my heart would the more hardly admit, namely, that the softness of the leading of a child is more apparent in its compelling strength to me than to you, good Arnel. For, see you, this is the solution to your problem, and you did not find it, my son.
Then I went toward her up the hill and, coming to stand near by, I said, “But Wulfhere, we may not request the Child to these parts. His so high sublimity would not sustain these conditions of evil.
“Even to these parts I would pray his sweet Presence, were it needed. But so great thing is not of our present necessity. Here is another.
Suddenly her meaning broke upon me, and I said, “Habdi !”

“He will suffice. Bring him hither among us and I will treat with you further on the matter, Arnel. I would not name him by his name the first, lest you should think me unreasoned. But you had some ado to come at it, good Arnel.”
“Do you think he will be strong enough to be of service to us, Wulfhere?”
“As I shall counsel further he will serve.”
So I hasted to fetch the boy Habdi, and, coming again with some speed, I set him before her.

More Newcomers Diagnosed….
Tuesday 16th. November 1920….
With the help of these better ones we went again along the ranks. They who had known these sleepers while in the Earth life gave to us of their store of knowledge as they had been able to sum them up in their characters. We used this knowledge to aid us in our diagnosis. By this means we were able to gather together into one place some few hundreds of the better sort of them. These we arranged in a circle, and awakened them to full consciousness.

We watched them very narrowly , standing without the circle some little distance removed, ourselves unseen. We could read the mental process of each one as he opened his eyes to this new environment. The general idea among them was that their enemies had transported them into exile and had left them in this drear spot abandoned, perchance, to starve. Indeed, this was the burdo of their conversation as they broke silence.
But one and another, following, soon fell to silence. For a strange sight was there for them to see.

Habdi’s Wisdom…..
In the midst of the circle stood a young boy, alone and self composed. He smiled upon them and then, going up to one whom he thought had an appearance of intelligence above his fellows, said, “I take you kindly, sir, for you have a look of some tenderness upon your face. You will deal pleasantly with me, will you not?”
The man looked upon him perplexed. Then he arose and stood on guard with some suspicion brought over from Earth of plot and treachery.
“Who are you young sir,” he said, “that you speak to me so boldly? You are not of our children. And you go lonely in these parts.
“I am not of these parts precisely,” answered the boy Habdi. “I live some leagues distant. But it is given to me to know of these parts somewhat and, if I can serve you who are strange here, I would much enjoy to do so.”
“You have some assurance, lad, and I like you none the worse for that. But how comes it you do not fear us rough men, since you come singly, and are but a child?”
“Sir I have shown some wisdom, for I have come at what I sought; and made you give it to me moreover.
“And what is you sought that I have given it you unasked?”
“I set out to find what your heart was like, whether hard or kind, and I know it to be not either of these in whole; but yet there is more of kindness than of hate therein, and for that reason I will favour you.”
The man, in spite of his perplexity and somewhat bitter thoughts because of his late treatment at the hands of his fellow men, broke into laughter.
Anon he said, “And yet, youngster, you have some strangeness in your appearance; withal you have. Now who are you, and what tribe are you? Tell me now”
Habdi paused for a moment, but he did not ask for our help, nor did we send it.
At last he replied. “Now you are not some little kind hearted alone, but observant also. Belike we shall be friends sometime, you and I. Well, sir, give me your hand and you shall grow wiser still.”

The man with a smile gave his hand, and Habdi took it in his own with a firm grip.
At once the look on the face of the man changed. There was not fear, nor pain, nor perplexity, but a little of all these composite.
He sought with some hesitation to withdraw his hand, but could not. Still Habdi held him with his gaze and, taking his turn now, smiled. As they two stood there the lad gradually took on a more translucent appearance. He did not become conditioned to his own Sphere, nor to any Sphere beyond that in which we were. But he effected a partial transmutation of his body so that, while still visible to the man, he appeared more radient, more fragile; and yet his grip was as firm as at the first.
Then he slowly reassumed his former condition and, smiling still, loosed his hold upon the other’s hand. The rest of them looked on in utter perplexity.

Then Habdi spoke to them all and explained to them fully what had come to pass upon them, told them where their comrades and the women and children were, and invited them to follow him, so he would lead them to join them.
Not all, but nearly all of them went with him, but some few remained behind. These soon fell again into stupor and wandered back to the others whom we had left asleep.

Follow The Drake…….
Now the next operation was penultimate in the series. I tell it to you now.
All these former transactions had occupied a considerable space of duration. Were I to speak in terms of Earth, I would say it had taken time, some weeks or thereabouts. By this the others first salved had rapidly conditioned themselves to their new life, especially the children.
Now we had to deal with the worst of them.
Again we adopted the circular formation, but left a gap in the direction of the pass where the boulders were on the shoulder of the rise. Again Habdi stood in the midst, but with him were some dozen children from the meadow. These were quite happy and were playing a game of ‘Follow Drake.’ In and out of the boulders they filed, and round the circle. The sleepers troubled them not, for they were not of their own condition, and so were not very apparent to the children, though not quite unseen. I mean that the children were not able to recognise if they should know any of them, their faces and forms being, as it might be said, overshadowed, and not sharply outlined in feature. That is as near as I may come at it for you, my son.

Pain………….
Then we aroused them. I waited until the children came into view at a gentle canter, following Habdi who, this turn, took them round the circle a few paces affront the men. On the second round one of them who had been watching the children carefully, blinking his eyes at the vibrations from them which were not attuned to his more gross estate, came to conclude that one of those bairns was really his own. So he put forth his hand and took the child by the arm. She was a girl of some seven years or so.

At once, on contact, he uttered a yell, for the pain of it. He sank upon the ground, and sat there looking savage and yet afraid.
(You might explain that a little, sir, if you would, please.)

When you have bodily pain, that is in consequence of a series of vibrations entering in upon the economy of the affected part which is not concordant with the system of vibrations already established there. The new series do not agree in their speed or in their quality with the others. Both speed and the direction of their vibrant motion are abnormal. Also they are obstructive of the vital fluid which is coherent as between the ethereal body and the blood. There is more in the matter of physical pain than your men of science have yet found. And much more also than I have but told to you.

Very well. The action between the man and the child as to their bodies was something of a like nature. The contact of the two bodies was painful to him because his was sluggish in vibration and could not accommodate the higher stream of vibrations impinging upon him from the body of the child.
(But if he had been forgiving and kind-hearted all would have been well?)
So, my son. The touch of the child would have pleasured him instead of giving him pain.

Two More Groups Disposed Of……..
Well, the end of it was the others crowded round now and broke the circle to see what was come into their company of further disaster. For it was fear of disaster filled their minds, as hatred and lust for revenge was within their hearts.
Now we went forward, I and the Bishop and the Alderman, leaving the others, our helpers among the boulders. We withdrew the children, and the Alderman asked for silence. He explained, as Habdi had done to the others their companions, how they had come over, and their present estate.

There ensued an outbreak of speaking among them as they argued the matter out. Some would join us and commit themselves to our leading. Others would go and explore the country of their own powers. Others would nought except return Earthwards and seek for means of vengeance on their ill-users.

So we with some patience separated them into the three groups. The first group I set under leaders of my own companions. The second I consigned to the Bishop and the Alderman. I told these two, and some of the better ones, that I would keep in touch with them in their wanderings, and that I would come to them time and time again, and we would succour them when need should be. They are great strong Souls, they two, my son. They will do good work here ; and I think Earth will feel them yet in the course of their operations.

The Residue Return To the Earth Plane….
Having so disposed these two bands, I approached the residue. They were cursing their enemies and each other, and were in a very sorry plight withal.
(Any women with them?)
Women not a few, and some priests also. I have no record of their numbers in my mind. And it boots little, or I would search it out of our archives for you. Yes there were women, and some few were mothers whose bairns were awaiting them within the meadow. But I was sorry, my son. Belike they will not repent their folly till their sweet babes be beyond their aspirations, well into the spheres superior, and out of reach of them.
Or perchance they will not ever desire these babes of their own bearing till ages have passed away. We will leave it thus, my son. It is, as I say, a sorry tale to make sad the heart of an Angel.

So when some less than a dozen had been salved from them, and that with some difficulty, we let the residue depart. We sent dispatch to Shonar to make him acquaint with our doings, and the advent of the unrepentant toward his Sphere of action.
He would deal with them there and, when they had had their will and done what harm they were able upon the plane of Earth, they would gravitate to their own hells for winnowing and refining. Some of them would insist to pay visits to Earth from time to time; and those could not be gainsaid.
Yet only to those of like mind with them in wickedness would they be able to do hurt. These are they who make your Earth a place of sorrow, my son, where it should be a very pleasant place withal.

Pray For The People Of The Glade…..
(What was Wulfhere doing all this time, Arnel?)
She, having done what she could, left us and went first to the meadow, and thence to the Glade. Drafts were sent there, one by one, and the colony grew apace, and the forest rang with the shouts of children; and they and the women and the men were schooled in the new life and its laws and wonders.
The Children of Barnabas, my son; you remember the children of Barnabas?
(Yes Arnel, I pray for them as you bade me do.)
God be with you, my son, you do well, as you shall know one day. Pray also for these people of the Glade, and so shall you one day have joy of them, as also shall you have joy in the welcome of the People of Barnabas for your kindly thoughts of them, my son.

Abridged from Volume V of the series Life Beyond the Veil, by the Rev. Vale Owen… These works received through automatic writing from Guides and teachers in Spirit at the turn of the last century.


Blessings to all

I shall post the link later also to the truly wonderful site that this extract came from.


The Arrows of Life..............

Picture a warrior with bow, quiver and arrows. The bow is a symbol for you as "self," aiming at the target of life. The quiver, your bag of physical and spiritual resources, contains seven dark arrows, seven light arrows, and seven rainbow arrows. These arrows represent the decisions and choices you make from moment to moment about how you direct the energies of your life experience.

We are in the dark mirror of the Southeast when we seek validation for self outside of self, looking for emotional approval, mental recognition, physical security, and /or spiritual acceptance from others. When this occurs in our life, we are out of balance and we give away our power, picking up one or more dark arrows to aim at the target of life.

The seven dark arrows are: attachment, dependency, judgment, comparison, expectation, the needy child syndrome, and ego self-importance.
It is the dark arrows that keep us stuck in our patterns and in karma, with low self-esteem and a negative, skewed approach to life and the world.

We are in the light mirror of the Southeast when we carry within ourselves self-reliance and personal happiness regardless of how others perceive us and react to us. We are now empowered to be all we can be, gaining individuality, transforming karma into dharma, and picking up the seven light arrows in the process.

The light arrows are: self-awareness, self-appreciation, self-acceptance, self-pleasure, self-love, self-actualization, and impeccability (always doing the best you can whenever you can, and if you could do better you would).

Each time we pick up a light arrow we break a dark one, and through this process of transformation we are gifted with a rainbow arrow.

The seven rainbow arrows are: illumination, introspection, trust and innocence, wisdom, open heart-to-heart communication, balance of male and female energies, and abundance and prosperity.
We are now fully matured, self-actualizing humans.

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Blessings to all this day
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Message from The Hopi Elders, Hopi Nation, Oraibi, Arizona
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We have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour
Now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour
And there are things to be considered.

Where are you living?
What are you doing?
What are your relationships?
Are you in the right relation?
Where is your water?
Know your garden.

It is time to speak your truth
Create your community.
Be good to each other.
And do not look outside yourself for the leader.
This could be a good time!
There is a river flowing now very fast
It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid.
They will try to hold onto the shore.
They will feel they are being torn apart and they will suffer greatly.
Know the river has its destination.
The elders say we must let go of the shore, and push off and into the river,
Keep our eyes open, and our head above the water.
See who is in there with you and Celebrate.
At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally.
Least of all ourselves.
For the moment that we do,
our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.

The time of the lone wolf is over, Gather yourselves!
Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary.
All that you do now must be done in a sacred manner
And in celebration.

"We are the ones we've been waiting for..."

The Elders, Hopi Nation, Oraibi, Arizona

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The Lord's Prayer translated from Aramaic, Jesus' language, into English rather than from Aramaic to Greek to Latin to English...
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O Cosmic Birther of all radiance and vibration! Soften the ground of our being and carve out a space within us where Your Presence can abide

Fill us with your creativity so that we may be empowered to bear the fruit of your mission.

Let each of our actions bear fruit in accordance with our desire.
Endow us with the wisdom to produce and share what each being needs to grow and flourish.

Untie the tangled threads of destiny that bind us, as we release others from the entanglement of past mistakes

Do not let us be seduced by that which would divert us from our true purpose, but illuminate the opportunities of the present moment.

For you are the round and the fruitful vision, the birth-power and fulfillment, as all is gathered and made whole once again.


Blessings to all.

::: The Law of Probability.:::

Nothing happens with certainty... Things only happen to degrees of Probability.

If we stand at a fixed viewing point to observe events as they conspire, we would discern how, from No Potential…some motivating factor borne of thought (Cause).. produces the first Potential for an event.

At this stage the event and all other scenarios possible out of the original Potential, come into real existence in Virtual state.
Their Potential is recorded in the refined matter of the Ethonosphere and this is in a state of flux according to the progress of Potential for the Event.

The motivated Cause for an Event produces reciprocal reaction… which in turn injects more motivated thought (Cause) to the situation..
This modifies the degree of Probability for the passing of the Event.

The factors governing the actuality for an Event can be a thousandfold, but given the necessary insight, it would be possible to recognize and read the strength of Probability for an event at all times.

If we were able to freeze-frame the state of play for example, for a really big (apparently) negative event we would see that the Probability factor for the Event may still allow for alternate outcomes; some positive, some negative.
The final passing of an Event is simply the transition of Probabilities, which in the passing of the Event, form the basis of Probability for continuing Events.. Past/Present/Future…. Their separation is an illusion.

We see them as such because our Viewing Point is not sufficiently removed.

We human forms constitute a Permanent Motivating Presence, occupying a Temporary Material Body. Our state of being as Temporary Occupants at a gross vibrationary level, binds our viewing point through our physical senses to material discernments..

Our real selves however are in touch with permanent reality (in a higher state) only for so much as we choose to link with it in our every Thought (Cause.)
In doing so we are able to link to real lofty liberated people (Presences) on a higher level via our higher consciousness.. In this way we are also able to make higher discernments without realizing we are doing so. We say we averted something because we had a flash of intuition…

What this means infact is one of two things :: That we were able to pick up the message of warning from our Minder or friend in Spirit… Or, we tapped into the permanent fluctuating energy of the Ethonosphere to be able to read the possibilities (or more correctly) the Probabilities for an Event.

Our intuition was simply our own ability to see the strength of Probability for several outcomes, of the Event in question.
…and if we are considering the strength of Probabilities for an Event… why then should we recall a nasty horrible vision of us doing wrong…. Simple; because as we subconsciously read the Probabilities occurring out of Cause.. we, as beings bound to gross vibration, are more likely to discern the vibrational energies most closely linked to our present vibration….IE… negative events…

So in practice :: We are examining the Virtual Probabilities for all possible outcomes at all times in our deeper mind.. We are then able to inter-relate with events ourselves to decide our involvement or agreement. However because we are ourselves ‘of’ gross vibration… we are likely to recall the Probabilities for a negative outcome; even if they are ‘not’ the strongest Probability for the Event…. But in doing so, we influence the Probability factor for the Event to increase its strength of negative probability.

Whoever coined the phrase ‘Think Positive,’ may not have realized just how potent and Tangible the idea actually is… Thought is always tangible, for it forms the basis of all Probability.

When we generate mind pictures - motivating something negative.. we are linking to the negative scenarios of Probability for something to happen, thereby feeding it and helping the negative Event to be self-fulfilling.

Conversely if we think at all times with positive thoughts of Love, Compassion, Caring, and Tolerance, we make the positive Event turn from Virtual-Negative, to Virtual-Positive, and help bring about a positive outcome.

Even if our thoughts are Pure at all times we will still be examining in our higher minds, most of the Probabilities for a forthcoming Event-Passing; including the Negative Probabilities..

If we find that negative scenarios are creeping into our conscious minds, we simply have to seek out inspiration to raise our vibration up from the material.
The dark thoughts will vanish, leaving the way clear for you, armed with positive Cause, to make sure the Event is a Positive Event.
It is as simple as that.

Blessings this day
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Below Diocretes’ feet the jagged rock of the pathway narrowed to barely 6 yards-length.
Its steepness signalled warning, with strewn rock rubble and an endless precipice off to the left.
His thoughts plummeted with the atmosphere forever into the darkened gorge below.

The thongs of his skirt slapped hard to hinder his laboured steps, and rubbed into his flesh with each push forward.
Sweat mixed with the rawness of his skin; his tunic stained wet from the flow of his musk.
His knuckles clenched tight the short-sword in his grasp and ignored the bloody scrapes from the rock face, as he struggled on.
His breath eased but the curses grew; even as the tortuous path turned the bend to finally level and widen.

“Damn you to hell,” he spit, as he reigned back abruptly; his short-sword though, thrust forward in mortal challenge, as an extension of his troubled Soul.
Before him a figure stood serenely in simple powder blue robe; the colour matching his eyes and the thin hue of the sky.
The stranger’s gaze was fixed to some far event on the horizon.
His arms hung in rest at his side supported on the air as if on Eiderdown.

He spoke: “Why do you oppose me?”

Diocretes choked on his words. “Oppose ? ….oppose? …. I shall be done of you…
Is there no place you will not plague me.”
He lunged, and his rage travelled the length of the short-sword to carry it, penetrating so easily through the body flesh of the figure before him.
Then with the ease of a hand from water, his arm drew back…the glistening blade sucking crimson splashes in a neat bloody pattern before him.

A slight sway betrayed the stance of the stranger.
Diocretes stared in fascination as a pool of red spread towards his feet.
In slow motion, the figure sagged to his knees, palms upturned as they met with the rocky ground and came to rest.
Life force ebbed.
As the last breath expired from his chest, his flowing locks parted to his beautiful gaze. His head tilted up toward Diocretes and the stranger smiled with Love for him.

Diocretes spun from his trance as a roar in the sky behind him tore him from his nemesis.
Clouds boiled and in seconds surged toward him like a geyser.
The sky parted.
Diocretes fell back in shock to see the vision of a beautiful armour-clad maiden in the firmament. She spoke to him.

“Diocretes, what is it you have assailed today?”

He caught his breath and stood forth with instinctive familiarity.
He thought her name; ‘Alana; ’ …….and returned her question…..

“I fought at last for peace from a demon who followed me; and now it is done.”

“Oh! Diocretes,” said Alana, ..”know you not that it is ‘not’ done.. it is only begun.”
“ You were lost, my Lord, and you knew not.
You have found your way and still you know not.”

Diocretes pointed hard with his short-sword behind him and turned to follow its direction.
He staggered as he saw how the Figure was no longer there.. No stains of blood, no sign of the Presence.

He turned again to his Vision, her eyes sparkling with Compassion.
She spoke again.

“Diocretes for so long you have fled the fear within. Now you face it and I await your thought of me,to be reunited again.” “There is no cause to battle more within.”

Diocretes turned again within his questioned belief, to check the Figure was indeed now gone.
Balance tricked him and his outstretched palm fended his frame from the rock face as he staggered back.
His mind caught up to his Soul with a Snap!

No short-sword… No opponent… But, …..but ……and he felt a sharp pain at his side.
His hands clutched to the sudden agony of sensation from his body.
He looked down, his fingers squeezed to stem the blood flow from his wound.
He felt the energy drain from his body to earth and the strength sap from his legs.

He began to sink but was held firm by strong Loving hands.
He looked and saw.
It was his Vision, now at his side as flesh and beauty.
She whispered softly to him now.

“Recover my Lord indeed,
For now we may do the work we may do.
It awaits us, as it always has done.”

He looked deeply into her eyes and answered her.
“I am not Diocretes am I ?”

“No,” she returned.

“But You are my Lady?”

“Yes,” she said , smiling

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For ten years the Student sat with his Master and not a word passed between them...
Presently the Master said to his Student, " You have not spoken for a while, what's on your mind?"
The student replied he had been pondering a profound question on the nature of things...

The master spoke again to say, " I could have answered your question ten years ago but I was unable to do so." ......
"Why not? " said the Student.....

"Because you didn't ask!" said the Master..........

All who visit here are the Master or Student of some aspect of this life and beyond.....
Answers always await the seeker.....
But the seeker must step forward with a Question

......and remember this.... If you keep getting the wrong answers
......It is usually because you are asking the wrong questions !

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Blessings of Love and Light

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I am reposting below, a post delivered to another site because it takes us to the heart of all that I follow.

It serves also as a private vindication for a tiny bit of what I have been blessed to rediscover through my own tested experiences.

In due course I will be posting links to other respected sources of verification- material, ....for pre-civilisation and for higher life levels.
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Ground-Penetrating Radar Showing Ancient Civilizations

by Paul White

Since the declassification of the new ground-penetrating radar 2
years ago, the most staggering data has emerged of complex and
labyrinthine underground systems in various parts of the world. At
places like Guatemala in the South Americas, tunnels have been mapped
under the Mayan pyramid complex at Tikal, which extend a full 800
kilometres to the opposite side of the country. Investigators
remarked, it was possible to understand how half a million Mayan
Indians escaped the decimation of their culture.

In similar fashion, the SIRA radar was deployed in Egypt as early as
1978, mapping an extraordinary subterranean complex beneath the
Egyptian pyramids. Arrangements made with President Sadat of Egypt,
resulted in three decades of top secret excavations to penetrate the
system. At a recent meeting in Australia, one of the key scientists
on the Giza project, Dr. Jim Hurtak, showed film footage of work in
progress called, CHAMBERS OF THE DEEP, due to be released at the end
of the century.

The film reveals the discovery of a vast megalithic metropolis,
15,000 years old, reaching several levels below the Giza plateau.
While the rest of the Nu-Age speculates about a hidden chamber under
the left paw of the Sphinx, the legendary "City Of The Gods", lays
sprawled beneath. Complete with hydraulic underground waterways, the
film shows massive chambers, the proportions of our largest
cathedrals, with enormous statues, the size of the Valley of the
Nile, carved in-situ. Researchers, risking their lives with lights
and cameras, carefully negotiated rubber dinghies across subterranean
rivers and kilometer-wide lakes, to penetrate sealed chambers beyond.
Already, remarkable caches of records and artifacts have been found.

*Just after the Deluge, at the dawn of the present time cycle, an era
the Egyptians called ZEP TEPI, "The First Times", a mysterious group
of "gods" appeared, to initiate the survivors in the rudiments of
civilisation. From Thoth and Osiris in Egypt, to Quetzacoatal and
Viracocha in the Americas, traditions worldwide subscribe the origins
of contemporary civilisation to this sophisticated group*.

Despite the misleading popularity of Von Danikan journalism, evidence
from around the world, indicates these people were the hi-tech
survivors of the previous civilisation. Like the nuclear survival
bunkers and secret research facilities of our own civilisation, there
were those who arose from the underground "cities of the Gods", after
the dust settled. They were the "prediluvian patriarchs", like Enoch
and Methuselah, the "giants and heroes of old", mentioned in Genesis.
The enigmatic gods of ancient Summer, Egypt and India, all hail from
the fabulous times before the Flood.

It is the legacy of a civilisation and a technology way beyond our
own. A technology capable of creating a vast underground city, of
which the sphinx and pyramids are merely the surface markers. The
project scientist, Dr. Hurtak, likens it to the impact of contact
with an advanced extraterrestrial culture. He described it as the
discovery of the Fourth Root culture, the so-called Atlantean
civilisation, destroyed by the last earth tumble. It presents
unequivocal evidence that all languages, cultures and religions trace
back to a single common source, which Dr. Hurtak refers to as
the "Parent Civilisation".

The technology unearthed is way beyond machine technology, as we know
it. As Arthur C. Clark once joked, "any technology beyond our own
would seem like magic to us." According to Dr. Hurtak, this was a
culture who cracked the genetic code and possessed the keys of the
physical spectrum, the "Higher Light Physics" of the ancients...
everything old Gilgamesh went searching for in his famous trek to the
lost "City of the Gods" to search the tunnels beneath "Mt. Mashu" in
the desert lands.

Hurtak refers to a "language of light" and a great priest-scientist
of the previous time cycle, named ENOCH, who is associated with the
building of the Great Pyramid complex. Hurtak alludes to a grand
spiritual science, a science which describes a genetic stairway to
the stars.

The priest-scientist ENOCH, is a prediluvian patriarch, one of the
most famous and seminal characters of the previous time cycle. Father
of Methuselah and great grandfather of Noah, Enoch is credited in the
Bible as architect of the original Zion, the legendary "City of
Yahweh", as well as inventor of the alphabet and calendar. Enoch is
also history's first astronaut, who "is taken aloft by the Lord" and
shown "the secrets of earth and heaven". He returns to earth with
the "weights and measures" for all humankind.

Known to the Egyptians as THOTH, the "Lord of Magic and Time" and to
the Greeks as HERMES, "messenger of the gods", he is even remembered
in the Celtic tradition as the enigmatic wizard Merlin, who
disappears up an apple tree to mythic Avalon, seeking the secret of
immortality and vowing to return.

As one who attained immortality, the secret of how we "might become
as gods", Thoth/Enoch promises to return at the end of time "with the
keys to the gates of the sacred land." In the controversial Dead Sea
Scrolls, revealing the lost Books Of Enoch removed from the Bible by
early religious leaders, Enoch describes a wondrous civilisation in
the past, who misused the keys of higher knowledge and were unable to
save themselves from the last cataclysm. Both literally and
figuratively they lost the "keys", they lost all higher knowledge.

Yet, Enoch, along with many traditions, even the Mayan legend of
Quetzacoatal, promises a return of this knowledge at "The end of
time", the end of the present time cycle. Biblical Revelations
promise "all will be revealed" at the end of the present world. The
extraordinary discoveries in Egypt and other parts of the world,
describe not just an advanced technology but, evolutionary path
beyond our present state.
Careful scientific examination of the world's key pyramid sites,
reveal them to be sophisticated harmonic structures, not only
mirroring positions of the planets and stellar systems but, designed
to mimic the chakras and harmonic cavities of the human body. Even
each stone within the Great Pyramid is harmonically tuned to a
specific frequency or musical tone. The sarcophagus in the centre of
the Great Pyramid is tuned to the frequency of the human heart beat.

Astonishing experiments, conducted by Dr. Hurtak and colleagues at
the Great Pyramid and other sites in the South Americas, demonstrate
the pyramids to be voice-activated "geophysical computers." Intoning
specific ancient sounds, the scientific team produced visible
standing waves of light, above and within the pyramids and were even
able to penetrate, hitherto, inaccessible chambers. Subsequent
discoveries indicate the ancient priest-scientists employed some sort
of harmonic sound technology within the temple structures.

The lost Enochian knowledge reveals the mother tongue as a "language
of Light". Known to the ancients as HIBURU, it is the primal seed
language, introduced at the beginning of this time cycle. Modern
research confirms, the most ancient form Hebrew to be a natural
language, the alphabetic forms emerging from the phosphene flare
patterns of the brain. The same shapes, in fact, born of a spinning
vortex. It is a true language of light, coursing through our very
nervous system.

Encoding the natural waveform geometries of the physical world,
Hiburu is a harmonic language, mimicking the waveform properties of
light. The "keys" Enoch speaks of, turn out to be sound keys, keys to
be vibratory matrix of reality itself, the mythic "Power of the
World". The Enochian knowledge describes sonic equations, encoded
within the ancient mantras and god names, capable of directly affect
the nervous system and producing profound effect of healing and
higher consciousness states.

As the ancient texts declare, "If you would speak with the gods you
must first learn the language of the gods." DNA, the ancient
cabalistic "Tree Of Life" portrayed in the Biblical Torah, is now
coming to be viewed as a live vibrating structure, rather than a
fixed tape recording. Many modern scientists, regard DNA as a
shimmering, waveform configuration, able to be modified by light,
radiation, magnetic fields or sonic pulses. The legacy of Thoth/Enoch
suggests this "language of Light", the harmonic science of the
ancients, could actually affect DNA.

The evidence in Egypt, indicates this was the grand 6,000 year
genetic experiment attempted by the Egyptians, the quest for
immortality and the stars, a quest described by the great ones of
old, a quest initiated by Gilgamesh so very long ago. The Egyptians
were not fixated on the afterlife, as thought by early Christian
translators but, focussed on creating a higher type of human. Along
with many ancient cultures, they believed DNA came from the stars and
was destined to return.

The knowledge of Thoth/Enoch implies humans are meant to evolve
beyond our present terrestrial form, as the Bible tells us, "we may
become greater than angels". The Egyptians record stories of
the "Star Walkers", occasional individuals who, like Enoch,
travelled "beyond the Great Eye of Orion" and returned, to walk like
gods amongst men. Despite the bleaching of semi-divine beings from
modern consciousness, could it be possible, as the ancient texts
insist, we are destined to "become as gods"? are the Mayan "Lords of
Light" and the Egyptian/Tibetan "Shining Ones" really a higher form
of human?

According to many earth legends, such beings are supposed to return
regularly, at the beginning and end of each time cycle, the 13,000
year half-point of our solar system's 26,000 year zodiacal orbit
around galaxy centre. Because of conditions on our galactic orbit,
these 13,000 year intervals or "worlds", seem to be separated by
cataclysmic upheaval.

According to the "calendar in stone" of the Great Pyramid, which
describes the so-called "Phoenix Cycle" of our galactic orbit, the
present time period ends (converted to our present calendar) in the
year 2012 AD. The Greek word PHOENIX, derived from the Egyptian word,
PA-HANOK, actually means, "The House of Enoch".

The Enochian knowledge suggests, these regular cataclysmic changes
act as an evolutionary agent provocateur, to quicken the resident
life forms to the next evolutionary phase, prior to exodus from the
womb planet. Human evolution may proceed more rapidly than previously
thought. The evidence now appearing, records civilisations before us,
who mastered the physical continuum and progressed beyond this world.
There were also those who failed. We, too, have equal opportunity to
make it or break it.

The discoveries emerging from Egypt, describe the existence of a
world wide pyramid temple system in prehistory, mounted like antennae
on the key energy meridians, which were employed by ancient priest-
scientists as a musical system to stabilize the tectonic plates of
the planet... cataclysmic geology at it's finest. From the mother
tongue word JEDAIAH, meaning "the way of the Word" or "the power of
the Word", the ancient JEDAI priests used the language of Light to
tune the planet like a giant harmonic bell. Much is being
rediscovered in the last days of this time cycle. In the words of Dr.
Jay Franz, of the Omega Foundation, "even if we don't dare to name
it, there is a universal feeling of something impending on the world
stage."

Blessings of light to all

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