The Park - TMI - There

The first thing I feel is a sensation like something coming through the top of my head...

2006-05-31T14:16:00.000-07:00

The first thing I feel is a sensation like something coming through the top of my head... it feels quite relaxing, a soothing sensation.

I am attracted to the right side of my energy field which is to the west of me, I am facing south at the moment.

There is a sensation of being pulled in that direction, the left side of my body in comparison feels empty.

My energy field feels like it is being pulled about thirty feet to the right but it also feels like this enters some kind of spacial dimension which is much larger.

Now I can feel something which is metallic and it has a cylindrical shape running horizontally and propellor blades sticking out of it. There are eight blades.

Now I’m getting a sensation which is closer to me, more in the right temporal lobe area of my brain, my right eye socket, my right ear... it’s a mild pressure. This sensation seems to go up and slightly to the right, it makes me want to sit up straighter and rearrange my posture so my spine is more erect. That feels better.

This feels like some sort of com-link or tunnel, a wire that connects me to... it feels very nice, very relaxed, my mind feels clear and a lot of the general chatter has ceased...

Com-link... the first part of the meditation was a tuning session, to align the harmonics of your energy field with what we wanted to connect you to.

“And what is this,” I asked.

“This is an inter-galactic speaking tube.”

“Can you explain how it works?”

As I relax I feel my breathing change, it becomes more tidal, and slightly deeper than normal. I suddenly have the sense that I am a pilot and that I am in deep space and that I am receiving a signal from my sentient life scanner beam. The signal is strongest in the lower left front quadrant. I adjust the power to boost the signal. The pilot sends a signal down the tube that is like a seed, something that will grow to the point where we will eventually be able to understand one another.

I sign off now, as the meditation period comes to an end.

I have the image of a petal shaped crop circle.

2006-05-21T09:53:00.000-07:00

From my dream last night I have the image of a petal shaped crop circle. I cross the bridge and immediately the six-pointed image of the center of the flower of life comes into my visual field.

I feel a change in my body, a feeling of relaxation from what was previously a feeling of struggle and tension.

It feels like I am entering something that is flowing, like a river or a strong but slow-moving wind current. It is coming from behind and pushing me forward.

I’m looking at the earth from space, somewhere between the earth and the moon. I’m pondering the concept of time as I watch the earth rotate. Is telepathy location sensitive? The experimental protocol seems to ask for each person involved in the experiment to start receiving when the earth is at a certain rotation. If I was to draw a line out into space from the earth location of every participant it would look like a cherry skewered with toothpicks. A line of energy that is emanating perpendicular to the earth location and extending infinitely into space.

Is that image or model valid? Does that have anything to do with the way telepathy and time actually operate?

I receive an answer of sorts. A voice tells me that motion is more relevant to telepathy than any arbitrary location, which is in motion in any case. There is no way to stop the world from spinning or orbiting.

Rather than looking at location, we should be studying velocity. Telepathy increases when rising and falling in arcs that shrink and/or expand depending on which way you are travelling. Think of a cone shape and spirals and parabolas within the conic vortex. At the perimeter of the cone the variety of experience is at its greatest. Closer to the center of the cone (and in deeper where the forces feel strongest) the variety of experiences will appear to be more common.

Therefore, the experience of telepathy is partially dependent on a feeling of velocity or not. More velocity = more apparent commonality of experience. Less velocity = less apparent commonality of experience.

Manipulating the ring is quite interesting...

2006-05-21T09:50:00.000-07:00

Manipulating the ring is quite interesting. Imagine if you will a ring made of something that looks like electrical conduit pipe, the rippled kind that is used to insulate the cables that run inside it. This ring of conduit penetrates my chest at the level of my heart and is big enough so that it can circle around my body without hitting my head or my feet. It looks something like a skipping rope, except it circles sideways rather than front to back, and the axis point is in the center of my chest, through my heart chakra.

When I move it around, by imagining it in one position or another, the front - back axis of the ring becomes straight rather than curved and forms a D shape instead of a complete circle. I see this as a detail that forms when I shrink the ring from cosmic to personal size.

It seems to want to stabilize in a position that is to my left and in the center. If I align my body in the direction of the colour of the day (Wind - White - North) then my left side is facing west. The blue symbol for this location in my energy holon would be Hand.

“Can you explain what I am experiencing?” I ask a composite of friends I know who have Hand as their galactic signature.

“This is a field enhancer and protection device all rolled into one,” was the answer.

I could feel the effect of the conduit pipe. On the one hand (if you’ll excuse the pun) it enabled me to focus clearly on a specifc area of my holon energy field, but on the other hand it also created an implicit sphere of energy that seemed to protect me from unwanted influences. With the center of the D ring through my heart chakra, it was also anchored in the most harmonious part of me.

“Does this come with an instruction manual,” I asked.

“Instruction number one,” said a voice, “there are no limitations.”

“Instruction number two,” the voice continued, “these are your training wheels, so don’t get too attached because you won’t need them for long.”

“How am I a part of the Cosmic History books,” I wondered. (I had just received volume one from the Foundation).

“You might want to reconsider visiting your Electronic Tablet for the Recording of the Star Histories.”

“In what sense?”

“Review the experimental data, and proceed from there.” The experimental data I believe refers to something that the Foundation has organized with a Russian scientist. I’ll check it out.

The bridge has changed into a large electrical conduit.

2006-04-20T15:19:00.000-07:00

The bridge has changed into a large electrical conduit. One end of the conduit pipe is anchored in the Park, the other end is attached to my heart.

The conduit does not terminate at my heart, it is more like I am strung on the pipe, with it passing through my heart and going right through me. I am strung on it like a bead on a necklace.

I notice a considerable amount of energy also passing through the top of my head and out of my feet and into the earth. So it appears as if I am plugged into multiple dimensions.

The conduit pipe is a circle that disappears into the cloud of the Park. It has the quality of being always in contact with its center, the center being the source of its energy. The ring can be viewed like a bicycle wheel (vertical) or like a plate (horizontal). Either way it is aligned with its center.

I can be pierced through the chest and hung from the bottom of the ring (like a ferris wheel) or I can be pierced through the chest and walking around the edge of the ring (like a merry go round).

“What does this mean,” I wonder.

I see that the center of my ring is a bead on a bigger ring, and that this pattern extends as far as I can imagine. This image has appeared to me before, but I don’t really understand its relevance.

I see the word, “Connections” along with an extended view of a mesh-work of linked circles.

If I see myself as moving forward I appear to me moving in a clock-wise direction around the center of my ring. If I see myself as being still then the ring appears to be moving through me in an anti-clockwise direction. I wonder what that means?

I am told that this is an example of the continual motion of the universe in relation to the way I imagine that I have to put effort into moving my life forward. In other words, it is impossible to stand still.

It also means that no matter where I think I am going I am always orbiting my own center. It also indicates that my center is always in contact with every other center, no matter what.

For a moment I am all but overwhelmed by a cascade of thoughts and images as a number of centers of differing magnitude pulse in a coherent manner. I have no concepts or language to describe this experience.

I am standing on the Park side looking/feeling a large dark area in front of me that seems impenetrable.

2006-04-20T15:16:00.000-07:00

Having crossed the bridge, which today seems broader than normal, I am standing on the Park side looking/feeling a large dark area in front of me that seems impenetrable.

“What is going on,” I ask my palm-pilot guide book.

I start to feel quite sleepy... I’m going to follow this feeling... I feel myself sinking, pulled down by a heavy weight. My eyes feel very heavy. I’m trying to let go, it feels like I need to let go of this weight that I’m carrying. As I continue to let go I begin to realize that the feeling of heaviness and struggle with this process today, entering the Park and so on, has to do with feelings of expectation... expecting my experience to be the same as it was in the past, rather than simply experiencing what is happening now.

Once I started to do this I begin to relax and enjoy myself. It’s like falling into a river, by going with the current and by relaxing with the current there is no struggle, there is no problem. But when you struggle against it or try to remain in one spot that’s when the problem develops.

So the Park is obviously an extremely dynamic state, it never really stays the same. The only thing that trys to keep it the same are the limitations of my own thinking.

It’s the same everywhere, it doesn’t matter if you are awake or asleep or in meditation, or in trance or in contemplation, the situation is in a state of continual flux. A river might seem to be the same in places but it is never really the same from one moment to the next.

I realize how busy I’ve been on this side...

2006-04-13T10:33:00.000-07:00

As I cross over the bridge I realize how busy I’ve been on this side. The feeling is like putting down a pack that I’ve been carrying on my back for days.

My desire today is to go to a place where I can recharge my batteries.

What happens first is that I am shown how the events of the past days have affected my energy body. I see something like a constricting energy squeezing me and the people I have been associating with (home buyers). The squeezing sensation comes from picking up on the fear and anxiety that exists for these people. It could be described as the white-knuckle syndrome, how people hold on tightly when they are frightened.

The key is to remain relaxed and to move only as fast as you are able while retaining your sense of relaxation. In this way the effects of the white-knucklers is diminished.

Think of it this way, you are like an electrical conduit, and if you become un-earthed you will short circuit. Short circuit equals feeling tired. Remaining relaxed means making sure you are earthed. The more tension you feel, the more you should let go and sink. If necessary, stop, stand still or sit down until you settle. It doesn’t take long, as long as you are aware enough to do it.

I’ve been listening to some tapes by Dr Hawking regarding the use of kinesiology as a calibrator of truth. It seems cumbersome to me to have to stick your arm out everytime you want to know how you feel about something, so my quest today is to seek an alternative to this type of testing. Something that you do not need a partner or a tool to verify or amplify the response.

Dr Hawking made one observation that intrigued me, he said, “The body recognizes truth, it does not recognize un-truth.” In otherwords it does not divide reality into true or false, it merely responds positively, by increasing power to the system when you are in the presence of truth.

After crossing the bridge I type in, “Recognizing truth, the body response,” into the computer and press GO.

Immediately I receive a number of feelings and images. I am in a dark space that is filled with waves of dim light. I can feel the waves better than I can see them, but I can see them too.

I am then made aware of my heart beat and I begin to sense that there is a potential harmony that exists in this state. That is, if I become attracted to a certain wave, for whatever reason, but it is not in harmony with my own personal wave (that is present in the beating of my heart) then I will find myself struggling to keep up, or I will find myself surging ahead of the wave and having to wait while it catches up to me.

If I focus first on my heart, on my actual heart beat, then this puts me in contact with my own wave and karmic pattern.

The heart has both types of nerve cells. It has cells that are autonomic, they continue to funtion regardless of your state of consciousness. And it has cells that are sympathetic, they respond to your mental and emotional state. In this way the heart is a perfect representative of your state of consciousness at any moment.

Your heart is also the area of your body that is attuned to the state of love that is the creative force of the universe.

My question is, “How can I best listen to my heart’s advice?”

“Your heart is like a direction finder,” said a voice, “when you are in attunement you will feel joy, you will feel happy, you will feel compassionate. If you do not feel these feelings, or if you find yourself immersed in feelings of sadness or depression, or boredom then this is an indication that you are disconnected.”

“How do I reconnect?”

I was shown an image looking down on my torso from above, of two circles, or a roundish figure of eight with its center point positioned exactly on my heart. As I watched the wave form began to move slightly from side to side, as if it was tracking or moving like an electronic signal. At times one side would grow larger than the other and then it would move back in the other direction. There seemed to be an automatic positioning device that kept pulling the center of the image back to my heart.

“How happy are you with the way you are?”

“Is there anything stopping you from being who you are?”

These are good questions well worth remembering.

But coming back to calibrating truth, I am still looking for something that I can use as a compass, that will give me a good read on what my heart wants me to do.

“Just get into the habit of asking your heart what you should do. Place your attention in the center of your chest and wait for an answer. You will know when the correct answer has arrived because you will recognize it as such. Much as you are able to recognize an old friend who you have not seen in a while.”

“Sometimes the answer will arrive outside of yourself. It depends on how clouded you are.”

“Can you explain what clouded means,” I asked.

“Clouded is when your tracking signal and your heart are only in momentary contact, when there is a lot of static or chaotic energy affecting the signal.”

“Another thing to remember is that you are involved in a moment to moment balancing act, like dancing on a surf-board. Whatever you think is your final destination, or the focus of your intent is not as important as the present balancing act. If all you are intent on is reaching the beach, you may not notice what is happening beneath your feet. Pay attention to right now, your work is to strengthen your central tracking system so that you can remain balanced and in harmony with your basic purpose.”

“Imagine that you have a kind and loving advisor living in the center of your chest. Every time you have a question, ask this wise and compassionate being for the answer. Trust that the answer will come.”

I’ve decided to visit the libarary again today

2006-03-06T09:09:00.000-08:00

I’ve decided to visit the libarary again today, specifically to the network room where I have a question.

“My question is, how is the etheric library and its vast accumulation of knowledge linked to the physical world?”

As soon as I formulate the question there is a surge of activity, it feels like I have just plugged myself into a main electrical panel.

A number of answers bubble to the surface. “Through dreams, during meditation, when relaxed, as an automatic part of normal thinking,” and so on.

“Can you give me a specific example,” I ask.

I am shown the image of a person at the compressed center of a horizontal hour-glass. One side is a cone that extends endlessly into the past and the other side is a cone that extends endlessly into the future. The person in the middle represents the present moment.

In the cone leading into the past there is a network of branches that look like a family tree arrangement, a geneology of thought. How one thought begat another thought and so on. In the future side a similar arrangement exists, but as probabilities rather than fixed patterns.

The whole pattern curves back in on itself to form a torus shape, like a donut of circulating energy.

“What does this have to do with accessing knowledge,” I said.

“Because you are a time-vector, your location in space-time is like a bead on a necklace,” came the answer, “we are trying to show you that you are never disconnected from the source of all thought.”

“Then why is it that my experience seems to be like someone stumbling around with my eyes closed,” I wondered.

“It’s a matter of habit,” was the reply, “you tend to stay focused on what is directly in front of you.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“It’s neither bad nor good, it is simply a habit of perception.”

“Okay,” I said, “can you explain how we use the etheric library to make important decisions.”

“Define important.”

“Important means a decision that has a strong potential for significant change, especially one that might have a negative outcome that should be avoided,” I said.

I am shown a man standing at a fork in the road, he is standing still, unsure which road to take. He leans one way, then he leans the other. He gets no strong feeling from either direction. He takes a few steps up the right road, then returns. He takes a few steps up the left road, then returns. Both roads feel about the same. He does not know what to do.

Simultaneously he travels backwards and forwards in time from this moment. He does this without realizing that he is doing it. His intent drives him, his need to go forward.

From the past, from the etheric library, every instance relating in some way to the present situation is accessed and assessed. In the future, every situation that corresponds to the harmonics of the past is also accessed and assessed. Matches occur, and spheres of potential form consisting of half-past and half-future material. It looks like a ball cut in half, with one side solid and the other side invisible.

While this happens, and it may take time or it may happen instantly, something outside of the man causes him to choose one road in preference to the other. This could be the advice of a friend or a change in the weather. The event is what ever it takes to catch his attention and pull it one way more than the other.

NOTE: the overall decision is soul-based, which may mean that the choice takes him to what might appear at the time to be a negative outcome.

“Does consciousness help,” I asked.

“You mean does it help if you are conscious of the process?”

“Yes.”

“It certainly helps if when you are in need of guidance that you open yourself to the possibility that you will be helped.”

“But how do you know,” I continued, “how can you discriminate between true guidance and a self-fulfilling prophecy?”

“True guidance usually has an element of the mysterious and mischievous about it,” was the reply, “rarely do you hear a voice telling you to do this or that.”

“Then how would you explain the voice I am hearing right now?”

“This voice is a part of the imaginal process that is enhancing your conscious library experience. Since you are speaking in generalities the information can be taken at face value. If you were asking for specific information relating to your own desires you would need to look for signs following.”

“Signs following?”

“Synchronistic events relating to what you had been told. Physical events that appear to be outside of yourself.”

“Could you give me an example of this, something that our group might understand as a sign?”

“Look for three unusual eagles.”

I had a dream last night...

2006-02-25T08:48:00.000-08:00

I had a dream last night where I entered a train (of thought) that had an initiatory aspect. I am going to the library to see what I can find out about the train I was on last night.

I go to the front desk and ask where I can find information about the train I was on last night.

I am given a piece of paper. As soon as I touch the paper I am transported into my dream.

I am sitting on a bench seat with a long table in front of me and on my left is a man with paper and glue and a folder of photos and drawings that he is using to create images on the paper. He covers the paper (which is supported by a stiff cardboard backing) with glue and takes two different pictures and places them on the gluey paper.
He asks my opinion as he places a cut-out picture of a woman kneeling, onto the paper. The woman is wearing a robe made of coarse fibers and she is barefoot.

He then places the image of a man, also wearing a coarse brown robe but facing me, onto the page, slightly to the left of the woman.

There is something about the man that does not look right. His feet are too close together, it looks like he might fall over.

The picture looks biblical, like Sunday school pictures of Jesus and Mary, except not the pretty ones. They look like they are poor, they do not have nice clothing and they are both barefoot.

“What are you doing?” I ask the man.

“Just passing time,” he says, “I like to make collages.”

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“We’re going wherever this train is headed,” he replied.

“If this is a test,” I said, “do I get to know when I am being tested?”

He looked at me and smiled, “No,” he said.

“Is there a pass or a fail?” I continued.

“No,” he said, “it’s not that kind of test.”

Before I could say anything more he held up his hand to stop me from talking. He put the Jesus picture in front of me so that he now had a fresh piece of white paper in front of him. He picked up a large brush, dipped it in ink and started to paint, using his right hand.

With one fluid movement he drew a circle, bringing the paint brush into the center and then throwing the brush up into the air, the ink continued the line upwards even though it was no longer connected to the paper.

As he let go of the brush I jumped up and grabbed it, rising upwards, through the train car ceiling and into space.

I continued to ascend, holding the brush with my right hand, watching as the train below shrunk in size.

When the train and the track it was on had dwindled to the size of a hair the brush stopped its upward motion.

“Now what?” I thought, hanging in space with no idea of where I was going or even for that matter, where I had been.

I noticed that the brush was still connected to the train by an almost microscopic line of black ink that dripped from its bristles. As the train continued its movement, the black line moved with it.

“I don’t understand,” I said, “ I could sure use an explanation.”

I’m in space and I’m back in the train and I’m sitting here in my office typing on my computer. How can this be?

The one in the train is me dreaming, the one with the brush is me in superconsciousness and the one at the computer is me in physical consciousness. Why three?

My question today is, “How do we become transfixed by the events of our lives?”

2006-02-25T08:45:00.000-08:00

My question today is, “How do we become transfixed by the events of our lives?”

In response I am shown something that looks like a rotating jet turbine engine. It is rotating slowly in a horizontal plane supported by a semi-circular trough.

Now I see someone running on a log in water, like a logger in a competition. The logger is running backwards as the log beneath his feet spins.

I understand this to mean that the events of one’s life that are most significant are the ones that are happening beneath one’s feet, and the ones that take the most energy to keep one’s balance.

“Regarding my journeys to the Park and keeping the bridge open, if I am otherwise engaged in the events of my physical life, will this become a problem?”

“We can call you from this side as easily as someone calls you on your cell phone on that side,” was the response.

“So I shouldn’t feel guilty?” I said.

“If you don’t answer we will call again.”

“OK, thanks,” I said.

I’m back at the library, in the collective consciousness computer room.

2006-02-05T09:35:00.000-08:00

I’m back at the library, in the collective consciousness computer room. I’m interested in finding out how the system works. I know that there are a number of minds networked together and that the computer acts as some sort of medium for displaying the results of our mixture of thoughts, but how does it do this?

“Is that too big a question?” I ask mentally as I sit down in front of one of the computer screens.

Instantly an image forms, it is an overhead view of the room, showing all of the monitors arranged around a central column of white/gold light. The light beam is connected harmonically to a specific frequency wave that is itself harmonically connected to the central axis of the earth.

In a way it is like we are arranged in a circumference around the earth, but out in space, like satellites orbiting in a fixed location. Each computer screen (our individual consciousness) is one view of one location. All views are combined to show the effect of a collective consensus which includes the emerging consciousness of the earth.

“Yesterday we were discussing the categories of change,” I said, “has anything developed while I was asleep?”

The following categories were displayed on my monitor.

Category 1: earth changes. This includes changing weather patterns, magnetic field shifts, and tectonic movements.

Category 2: etheric changes: Frequency shifts that will begin to make visible what was previously invisible.

Category 3: thought changes: In combination with the etheric frequency changes, thought structures will change to accomodate the new reality. New thought structures will include a type of collective telepathic democracy.

A voice explained, “These are the three main categories of change which can be experienced by any individual. Earth changes are obvious and undeniable, physical/etheric changes are experienced through the feeling/sensory system and changes in thinking will be evidenced through the media, the internet, and all manner of creative expression.

“Where do these changes originate?” I asked.

In response an image of the solar system appeared on the screen in front of me. Layered on top of this was an image in my third eye which was the vibrating quantum foam picture from our crystal day meditation.

What I understood from this was that all change originates from the interaction of the vibrating chaotic force with the static geometry of the quantum position.

This is why the sun is so important, because it reflects the quantum level in its energetic condition. Lots of sunspots and mass coronal ejections means an increase in the chaotic force. And when the sun is relatively quiet, it means that the static force is strongest.

Collective earth changes can be predicted by the sun’s activity.

“What is the time delay factor,” I wondered, adding, “in the sense of how many earth revolutions does it take before the sun’s activity affects the three main categories of change?”

“It’s a process like planting seeds,” said the voice, “there are a number of variables, but there is also a set structure, like a seasonal pattern.”

“Some changes complete within one rotation, others need a complete orbit and yet others need thousands or even millions of orbits to come to completion.”

“And where does free will enter the picture,” I wondered.

“Your choice is either to climb on the wave or not,” was the reply.

“What does that mean?”

“You can choose form or chaos,” said the voice, presenting me with a picture of the particle spheres in the quantum foam jiggling up and down. The choice, as I saw it, was to ride with the particles or to enter the formless vibrating nothing.

“Is there any way to enter chaos and return safely?” I asked.

“Oh yes, we do it all the time.”

That surprised me. “How do we do it?”

“Every time there is a gap you enter chaos, in fact you need this in order to remain vital. One cannot exist without the other,” explained the voice. I was further shown that these gaps existed between breathing in and breathing out, between sleeping and waking, between day and night and in fact they existed everywhere to separate structure from the formless.

By now my mind was spinning, so I pushed my chair back and took off the headphones.

I go to a computer (which is the appearance of my guide book at the moment)

2006-02-01T15:28:00.000-08:00

After crossing the bridge I go to a computer (which is the appearance of my guide book at the moment) and type in the word library.

Instantly I find myself looking up at a most impressive building, with huge marble steps leading up to vast pillars supporting a Roman style facade. I walk up the steps and in through the glass revolving doors.

Directly in front of me is a huge reception counter, with a number of people dealing with requests for information.

I know in some way that the library is alive, so I by-pass the receptionists and ask my question mentally. “I would like to be taken to the most technologically advanced area of the library,” I said.

I am taken to the left, to a room with a number of people sitting in front of flat screen monitors. All of them are wearing headphones. I am directed to an empty chair.

I pick up the headphones and put them on.

I hear a jumble of voices, like a cocktail party with everyone speaking at once. The screen in front of me lights up and I see a pattern of swirling lights, pastel colours like clouds or oil patterns on water. The pattern looks random, like a screen saver.

My attention is drawn to a boiling cloud of white and pink and gold. I notice that as I pay attention to the cloud that some of the voices subside and some seem to increase in volume.

I hear someone ask, “How does it make you feel?”

I look more closely at the boiling cloud. As I do so I feel myself falling forward into the cloud. “Try this,” says another voice and beneath me a molded seat forms, a little bit like a jet-ski with a joy stick in the center for me to hold onto.

Now I’m riding the boiling cloud but not going anywhere. “What do I do now?” I wonder.

To one side, or above and to the other side, or below (I’m not quite sure of how I’m viewing this) two beings materialize. The one above is dressed in blue and silver and has long white hair, the one below is dressed in red and gold and has short black hair. A metal beam attaches my jet-ski to both of them, so that I am the central hub of what is now a spinning wheel. The blue figure goes forward and the red figure goes backwards, the whole thing spins anti-clockwise.

The two figures look like they are riding a merry-go-round, with me in the center.

I do not spin with them but keep pointing in the same direction. A strong magnetic field builds, creating a bubble of energy all around us.

One of them says, “Where would you like to go?”

I look down in front of me to see a lit computer screen but no input device. “How do I work this,” I ask.

“Use your imagination,” is the reply. I still don’t know which of them is talking to me.

I began to think about finding solutions, about information relating to creating positive changes in the world. Information about how to change the way we think. Information as to why it is difficult for people to change the way they think.

I tapped the screen with my right forefinger. It beeped. Then it started to hum. The rotation of the wheel increased. The two figures were grinning like idiots and whooping, holding on tight as the centrifugal force pulled them away from the center.

Now I’m looking at a counter top, a plain neutral coloured counter top. I touch the counter with my right hand. It is covered in a transparent sticky substance that clings to my skin. When I try to pull it off with my left hand it clings to my left hand too. I’m completely stuck.

Waving my hands around makes things worse, as the movement causes the sticky stuff to wrap itself even more tightly around my fingers and wrists.

“Help,” I yell.

A bowl of water materializes, hovering in front of me at waist level. Cautiously I put a tiny portion of my right little finger in the water. The water is warm and soothing, and immediately the sticky stuff starts to dissolve. I put the rest of my right hand in the water and the sitcky stuff disappears. I quickly put my left hand in the water until all of the goo is gone. I take my hands out and shake them off. I seem no worse for the wear.

“I presume that the sticky stuff is supposed to represent thought,” I say out loud, “but what does the water represent?”

“It has to do with feeling,” said the blue/silver robed being appearing out of the ether to my right.

“I didn’t like the way the sticky stuff felt,” I said.

“But you did like the water,” said the red/gold being who now appeared on my left.

“So are you saying that if I want to change the way I think I need to change the way I feel?”

“If you think of your feelings as the glue that you use to attach your thoughts to you, you won’t be far off the truth,” said the one in red.

I felt a tingle of excitement. “Would it also be true to say that there are feelings that act like cleansing water,” I said.

The blue figure replied, “Precisely.”

“So how do I generate the cleansing water feelings?” I asked.

They both smiled. The blue one said, “Try taking a bath or having a shower.”

“That’s it? It can’t be as simple as that,” I said.

I could sense a certain exasperation in the two of them. They paused for a moment and then the blue one said, “It is and it isn’t. For most day-to-day thought activity you can cleanse yourself just as you clean off a day’s accumulation of dirt by bathing. But for deeper stuff you need to reach deeper into your cell structure.”

“How do I do that?”

“This is where it gets a bit tricky,” said red. “You have to change your frequency.” Blue continued, “You change your frequency by altering the structure of your world. By changing some small aspect of your appearance or your environment you change the frequency of your conditioning.”

“But what would you change?” I said, “How would you know what to change?”

“Any change made with intent will attach that thought/feeling to the change in frequency. You can track the effect by monitoring the response the world gives you.”

“There must be some changes that are more powerful than others,” I said, “perhaps these could be categorized.”

I felt a sudden increase in energy, as if a thousand people all shouted hurray at the same time.

Suddenly I was back at my desk in the library. I could hear applause and happy sounding voices.

“This is a great project, thank you for helping us to identify it so clearly,” said a voice in my headphones.

“Come back soon and see what we have come up with,” said another. I could feel my energy waning so I put down my headphones and returned fully to my body.

The space station is built around a vertical column of energy.

2006-01-29T10:46:00.000-08:00

The space station is built around a vertical column of energy. I am attracted to this central location and when I put my hand into the energy beam it feels like it is flowing upwards. A portion of my consciousness is able to follow the beam while most of my energy body stays on the space station.

I follow the energy beam until it hits an invisible force field. At this location it looks like the energy beam from the space station hits something solid and splashes like water hitting the ground, or water sprayed from a hose-pipe hits the ceiling.

But the force field isn’t solid, I can poke my awareness up through the barrier and when I do I see the blackness of space, with stars. I feel a wind.

The wind is blowing from right to left. I go with the wind and find myself falling gently around a huge spherical energy skin. When I look back I can see the energy beam from the space station like a small geyser bubbling up through the energy field.

The wind carries me to another wall of energy or light that is like a huge waterfall, it intersects the spherical skin, casuing an intense seam of churning light to form. I am pulled into this intense churning, swirling intersection.

From here I am launched like a cannon ball into outer space. Eventually my momentum slows and I stop, floating in a darkness that is not dark.

The feeling here is quite strange, I have no sense of up or down or right or left. I have nothing that is relative to me, I seem to be in a place of no-thing.

Now I know that this is a deep dream entry point. I feel myself falling, I feel the sensation behind my eyes like an itch being scratched and I begin to see images though I know I will not be able to remember them at this stage.

I see a three-dimensional blue-print of an aircraft, spinning slowly in an anti-clockwise direction so that I can see it from all angles. I’m inside an idea.

This is not “my” thought per se, it seems to belong to someone else, or to a group of people who are working on this idea. I have been attracted to it in the same way that I might have become attracted to an interesting vehicle in the physical world.

My energy body, still back in the space station, asks the presence, “Is this null-point energy?”

The presence replies, “Think of a spherical fulcrum with no mass and this is where you are now.”

“That would explain the reason why I cannot seem to find a point of stability,” I said.

“Thinking in this location only causes feelings of nausea and turbulence,” said the presence, continuing, “but as soon as you relax and let go you find a gap that contains the universe.”

“What am I being shown? Why was I taken to this location,” I asked.

“Because this is one of the major dreamgates,” said the presence, “by becoming aware of the feeling of this gate you will be able to accumulate the power to dream consciously.”

On the outskirts of the massless sphere it was continual motion, but in the center was an endless depth of stillness and silence. Moving into the center was crossing from the consciousness of my every-day mind into the consciousness of my dreaming mind. The two states were separated by the thinnest skin, like the surface of a soap bubble. Yet the experience of travelling from one state to the other was like going from a condition of utter peace and complete understanding to one of utter chaos and complete confusion.

Moving outside the bubble was like stepping on a wobble-board.

“The dreaming mind is nothing like what you imagine,” said the presence.

“I think I’m beginning to understand what you mean,” I replied. “Is there anything I need to do,” I asked, “to cultivate this awareness?”

“It’s like anything,” said the presence, “it’s just a matter of repetition and recognition. It’s so natural you don’t even have to practice.”

It takes longer than normal for me to reach the space station.

2006-01-25T10:14:00.000-08:00

It takes longer than normal for me to reach the space station. I had to stay longer in the cleansing bubble and even so, the space station is much less stable than I remember.

I’m not in the station, I seem to be in orbit around it. I ask the presence, “Can you explain why the psychic atmosphere is like it is at the moment?”

I see the earth below engulfed in storms. Huge dark rolling clouds cover the earth, lightning strikes, thunder rumbles.

“Is there anything I can do?” I ask.

I see my bridge surrounded by darkness, the lights on either side do not seem to be able to penetrate the darkness. The surface of the bridge looks dim and the arches at either end are stained with streaks that look like soot. Under the bridge the energy water has risen until it is almost touching the underside of the bridge.

“Keep the bridge open,” the presence tells me.

I see shadowy forms moving across the bridge, from the Park to the earth. Some of them are carrying packages.

“Who are they?” I wonder.

“Those are helpers,” says the presence, “they are using your bridge to penetrate the murk, to give assistance to those in need.”

Now I could see that someone had attached a portable generator to the Park side of the bridge, directly to the cleansing arch which immediately brightened. The one on the earth side also brightened and a force-field formed above and below the bridge creating a shield from the rain and forcing the raging water under the bridge to subside slightly.

“I had hoped to see something new today,” I said, “is there any possibility of this?”

I felt the presence smile.

Something hit the center of my chest and I suddenly expanded horizontally, as if I was now a huge plain of sand and rock and cacti.

“What is this?”

“This is the plain of no-time,” explained the presence.

“What does that mean,” I said.

“It’s a null point,” said the presence, “zero.”

“Does it have a use?”

“How does it feel?”

“Fantastic,” I said, “quiet, silent, still, peaceful.”

And suddenly I realized that I was now in a place of infinite potential, unencumbered by either the past or the future.
I was here as a point of consciousness. I began to sense a swirling around me, like diaphanous wings or leaves forming around my seed of awareness. Suddenly I knew that here was where I could see ideas forming, like plants growing from seeds planted in fertile ground.

I thought of the book I was writing, about the ballet company. It appeared to be a potted plant with dark heavy leaves that unfolded when I transplanted it from the pot into the sandy soil. Two large dark coloured leaves like rabbit ears either side of an arch-like central structure. I could see the roots of the plant digging into the soil, like toes into beach sand. As the roots penetrated deeper and deeper the leaves which had been lying like deflated balloons, started to swell with sap. The central arch turned translucent and a golden sheen of pollen formed on the outside of it.

“What do I have to do to get it to flower?” I said.

“It needs some water and fertilizer,” said the presence.

“Can I leave it here for now?”

“Certainly, but don’t forget to come back to check on it, and to tend some of your other plants.”

When the presence said that I suddenly became aware of a number of other plants there on the plain. In fact a vast number of plants stretching as far as I could see.

“Oh my,” I said, “what am I to do?”

A little plant I hadn’t noticed popped out of the soil with a small computer screen dangling from one of its stalks. It was an automatic watering and fertilizing system, programmable and self-correcting. All I had to do was point at a few icons.
I set it for general maintenance, optimum growth within natural guidelines for healthy, harmonious life.

“How do I come back here,” I asked.

“Just remember how it felt,” said the presence.

I am placed in an attunement room...

2006-01-24T14:31:00.000-08:00

Upon arrival at the space station I am placed in an attunement room. This is a room filled with white light. It’s too bright for my eyes so I have to close them and use my energy body to sense the space around me.

I feel like a cloud in a soft breeze, my energy body moves gently around me.

I’m still aware of my physical body which feels like a huge lump of meat in comparison to my wafting etheric body.

Slowly I become aware of a note, a singular vibration within the light. I begin to coalesce around this sound.

I feel the sound in my heart and after a short while I begin to sense the mare nearby. I see her legs, I see her running and I feel her heart beating in her chest. I see plains and feel the warm sunshine on my back, I smell the sage brush and the dust of the earth kicked up by her hoofs.

I’m riding the mare bareback. As soon as I become more solid she slows down to a walk. She isn’t even breathing heavy.

She stops, so I jump off her back and look around. To my left is a jumble of big rocks, red sandstone, most of them about the size of a small house. There seems to be a path between them and I can see footprints in the sand. I follow the footprints behind the nearest boulder.

The path winds back and forth. It feels nice and cool in the shade and I brush my hands along the surface of the rocks as I walk. I emerge from the maze at the edge of a cliff, I can see for miles from this spot, to a mountain range far in the distance.

“Test them by not telling them what you see from the cliff top,” came the reply. “If they see what you see, then the answer is yes.”

Between me and the mountains is a flat, arid plain. The cliff top where I am standing is thousands of feet above the plain.

I sit down, crossing my legs and leaning back against a large smooth boulder. The rock is still warm from the sun. I feel very relaxed.

As I sit here I understand that this is a power point and that it is somewhere I can come to recharge my batteries.

“These inner pathways are becoming very real to me, very solid,” I say outloud to no-one in particular, assuming I will be answered. “How is this so,” I continue, “why am I able to do this now?”

Rather than a specific answer what I received was an intuitive sense that this location had been here for a long time and that I was one of many who had passed this way. It wasn’t something I created, but something I discovered.

“Can I bring my friends here?” I asked.

“Test them by not telling them what you see from the cliff top,” came the reply. “If they see what you see, then the answer is yes.”

I’m in the space station

2006-01-24T14:27:00.000-08:00

I’m in the space station and it feels like I am here to attend a class relating to dreaming as it relates to time.

I’m in a cubicle in one of the communication rooms, it seems to be a space where I will be able to access a certain type of information relating to my interests in time and dreaming.

“My first question has to do with needing to understand how individual needs and collective needs work together,” I said with my thoughts.

In response I am shown a tumbling mass of particles, like a fluid sandstorm. My attention is drawn to one of the grains of sand, which I take is an example of me within this collective tumbling mass.

“Is it possible for one grain of sand to change direction or to step out of the tumbling?” I asked.

As I watch the tumbling particles I see that the grain of sand that was me has disappeared. One moment it was there and the next it was not.

“Where did it go?” I ask.

“Inside the tumbling is a center, when one of the grains becomes the center it disappeared from the circumferential movement and becomes invisible,” said a voice in my head.

“How does this related to dreaming?” I wondered.

In reply I am shown that the movement of an individual particle in the tumbling storm creates a swirling energy cloud around each particle. “You could call this a probability cloud,” said the voice, “dreaming is awareness of your position within the tumbling, as you experience it through your probability cloud.”

“And what happens when an individual hits center?”

“From the central vantage point, the entire tumbling mass becomes the probability cloud, and you become a point in a much larger dream.”

“Is there any such thing as free will?” I asked.

“Free will exists in the silence,” said the voice.

“In what sense?”

“From the central point of silence you can change your position in the tumbling mass.”

“To what effect?” I wondered.

“You would experience this as travelling into the past or the future.”

“And what would that enable me to do?”

“It might enable you to prepare yourself to make conscious choices more in harmony with your central vision.”

Now I was beginning to understand... the center is where the vision is held. The tumbling movement is generated from the center and its relationship to all other centers. The experience of being centered is the same as having a sense of vision or purpose. Being able to time travel within the tumbling means you are able to triangulate (or greater) your consciousness. Each location of you as a conscious self has the opportunity to make choices that improve the motion of the whole tumbling mass in relation to its trajectory around a large center.

“So my prophetic dreams prepare me so that I can make conscious choices related to my life’s purpose,” I said.

“Exactly,” replied the voice.

“And this is one of the paths of power,” I said, “would that be a correct assumption?”

“Having the ability to choose means that you are on the path of power,” said the voice.

“And that path emanates from the heart, which is also the center,” I said, “is that correct?”

“Precisely,” said the voice, and I suddenly felt Bright-Face and his pony standing near by. In particular I felt the mare’s heart beating in harmony with mine.

I travel quickly to the staging post, space station...

2006-01-05T13:45:00.000-08:00

I travel quickly to the staging post, space station. When I get there I see that there is a shaft of energy flowing through it from top to bottom. It is impossible to tell if the space station is moving along the shaft of energy or if the energy is moving through the space station, there is no point of reference and no feeling of movement.

I feel expansive, and quite light, as if I weigh less. Perhaps I am just more sensitive of my etheric body today.

I ask the presence, “Can you explain what is happening?”

“We are locked on to a very strong signal,” said the presence, “that is your visual.”

Now I could see that the station was moving laterally, riding the crest of a massive energy-wave. “You’re surfing the Zuvuya,” I said, with some excitement, because I was riding right along with them.

“Are we going somewhere,” I asked.

“The sensation and image of movement is there to keep your etheric body happy and in tune with the Zuvuya,” said the presence, “we aren’t moving at all.”

“Is there anything I can learn from this?”

Now the space station began spinning on its axis, gaining momentum from some interaction with the Zuvuya. For a while nothing happened apart from the spinning and then I realized that I was feeling clean and empty inside. Most of my chatter-brain thoughts had vanished, it felt like I had a great space in my head, or that my body had turned into a tube, not unlike the shape of the space station.

I’m a spinning bead on a huge orbit around a central presence. As I progress on this orbit I am in contact with the center via a ray in the form of a thin slice of light that follows my orbit.

I see this pattern repeated numerous times as it steps down from macrocosm to microcosm.

I feel something on the edge of my understanding. Something that is telling me that this is an experience of a new way of thinking, vastly different from my normal pattern of thought.

“Can you be more specific,” I ask.

I see images of cylindrical beads spinning on lines of energy and I’m shown that the spinning is a result of each bead’s interaction with the lateral movement of the energy ray. I also see that each conscious moment is a moment of choice that creates a cascading pattern of unbelievable complexity that is all connected to the one source.

Imagine this: you are looking at a star that has a planet orbiting around it. The planet is spinning around its own center. On the surface of the planet there are living bodies that are fixed by gravity, but in actual fact orbiting the planetary center. On the surface of each body are etheric clouds orbiting the center of the body and so on. Consciousness affects these orbiting clouds which causes a reversal of flow back to the original source. What I mean by consciousness is any moment when one of the centers recognizes its location and fixes the view from that location with a feeling of ah-ha!

Surfing the Zuvuya is the experience of becoming aware of the center, of the source of the orbital velocity, from a position of orbit and spin, once removed.

As a practical example, I find myself aware of the space station’s spin while at the same time being aware of the lateral movement of the space station around a far distant galactic center.

“What effect will this have on my day-to-day thinking,” I ask.

“To the extent that you can remain conscious of the spin and the hollow center, you will notice an increase of energy to your thoughts and an increase in synchronicity related to your thoughts,” said the presence, adding, “In other words, more telepathy.”

“What do I have to do to maintain this consciousness?”

“You don’t have to do a thing, in fact it is better if you step out of the way and relax. Let the driver take the wheel for a change,” said the presence.

“The driver being...”

“The source, your center,” replied the presence. “Which is the difference between being on the circumference of your orbit or in the center. When you are on the circumference your thoughts are busy and it feels like there is a lot happening, but most of the time you are literally going in circles. When you are in the center you make contact with another part of yourself on a completely different order of magnitude. At first there is little conscious recognition and it can feel like you are out of control, but this passes and eventually you will develop a feel for where you really are, in time and in space.”

“How will this affect our group?”

“Your group is also a bead in time, spinning through space. The center of this bead is in harmony with your four centers and can become, if you wish, a vehicle for group exploration, either a container for bringing experiences to you, or as a vehicle to take you places you want to go.”

I thank the presence and leave, returning to my office with the intention of letting the rest of the day unfold as it will.

Today I go directly to the staging post...

2005-12-20T11:17:00.000-08:00

Today I go directly to the staging post, the space station. Once through the virus screening I find myself in a small interview room with a table and two chairs. Very office-like environment, nothing fancy.

Sitting on the opposite side of the table is a splinter or hologram particle of the presence. It appears as a mobile cloud of blue/silver energy in a vaguely humanoid shape.

I get the impression that I am to take the other chair, so I sit down in it.

“I presume you know why I’m here,” I say to the presence.

“We do, but it always helps if you define your purpose for yourself,” replied the presence, not out loud, but as a voice in my head.

“There are two things I would like to do,” I said, “one is to thank my Aunty Ivy for making contact in my dreams last night, and the other is to re-connect with the indian that I think of as ‘Bright-Face,’ who I met on my first journey here.”

A rectangular box made of grey plastic appeared on the table. It looked like a tablet PC, with a recessed screen. The presence told me to put my left hand on the screen. As I did so it lit up with a soft pink glow. I felt a slight warmth come up my arm and into my chest.

The presence explained, “What we are doing now is making a contract with your heart. You have chosen the path of power and we must make sure that as you move forward on this path that you learn that the path of power is first and foremost the path of heart and that each step requires a conscious decision before you can move on to the next. Are you willing to proceed, knowing what you know so far?”

“With all my heart, yes,” I replied. It felt like my heart was directly in contact with the screen via my arm and hand. The screen enabled the presence to record my heart-feelings.

Now I could feel Ivy, she seemed to be swirling around the outside of the room I was in. She seemed happy, she was smiling, but there was also a sense that communication was somehow difficult.

I said, “Thanks Ivy for sending me the message today. I hope you like the frame I bought for your photos. If there is anything else you would like me to do, please let me know as best you can and I’ll try to help. And if you have any advice for me, I’ll try to listen.”

“I’m worried about Ann,” said Ivy, “she’s making herself sick with grief and it isn’t necessary.”

“What can I do?”

“You could tell her not to be as silly as her mother was. I spent too many years pining for Dave. It wasn’t necessary and only made many of my last years a misery. Tell her to throw away the Yahtze dice, that they aren’t me and that I will always love her and that we will meet again in good time and that she should not waste her remaining years in sadness.”

“Try to get Ann to call me,” I said, “if she does that I will tell her your message.”

“It may be easier to get Jean to call you,” she said, “will that do?”

“If you think that will work, then sure, that’s okay with me,” I said. “But you’ll need to make sure she mentions that Ann is having a hard time and that she is worried about her, without me giving her a prompt.”

Now the scene shifted and I found myself standing on the right side of a brown horse. When I looked up I saw that it was Bright-Face. He leaned down and I reached up and he pulled me up onto the horse, sitting behind him. He kicked his heels and the horse took off at a gallop.

The ride was amazingly smooth, more a feeling of undulation than anything else. I felt the wind blowing past my face. I felt unsure how I should hold on, so I grasped his leather leggings at the waist.

Suddenly we came to a stop, I heard the horse’s hooves scraping on the ground, scrunching into the sandy soil. Before I could think, Bright-Face jumped off the horse, leaving me seated on the animal. He was looking up at me, his features still invisible inside the bright white glow that was his face.

I thought I should jump down too, but he put up his hand to indicate that I should stay seated where I was.

I heard his voice, he said, “How would you control such an animal?”

I looked down. I was seated bareback and there were no reins. For all intents and purposes I was sitting on a wild animal. I leaned forward to grasp its mane but as I did the horse gave a sudden shake of its head, as if to say, uh-uh, not like that, so I held back. I tightened my legs but the response was a nervous sidestep that almost threw me onto the ground.

Bright-Face stood unmoved by my dilemma, then he brought his right hand up to touch the center of his chest.

I remembered what the presence had told me and focused my attention onto my heart, while at the same time thinking of the horse’s heart. I leaned forward until I was laying with my chest along the horse’s back, with my heart as close as I could get it to her heart. Now I knew she was a mare, I didn’t know that before. And she was sweet tempered and didn’t mind me sitting on her back, that I was no weight at all, especially now that we had learned to talk together.

The mare’s heart was enormous compared to mine and I luxuriated in the feeling, the purity of the feeling of this most wonderful heart.

“Now you can go home,” said Bright-Face, “we will talk more.”

What I am looking for is a location further in to the Park that I can use as a regular destination.

2005-12-01T10:57:00.000-08:00

I turn to the page in the guide book that says Staging Post. What I am looking for is a location further in to the Park that I can use as a regular destination, just as the bridge is now a stable entry point.

The mono-cycle appears and I climb on. I twist the handle and move forward accelerating comfortably until the scenery on either side becomes a blur.

The guide book is now in its electronic palm pilot form and I see that it fits into a slot in front of me, between the handle bars of the mono-cycle. I plug it in and the Book tells me to relax because now we are travelling on auto-pilot and that we will stop when we reach the first staging post.

I ask the Book why it is necessary to travel in this way, wondering why we can’t simply appear and disappear like in Star Trek.

The Book tells me that travelling is necessary for making the proper transition, and that as I get better at it I will be able to do it much faster but that for now I should just relax and go with the flow.

I feel a pleasant breeze on my face and then I notice that I am slowing down. Very smoothly I come to a stop.

There is a platform on the left side which I can step down onto. There are two benches either side of a doorway. The doorway has two glass doors with frosted glass. As I approach they open like supermarket doors.

Remembering yesterday’s advice, I step across the threshold without hesitating. The doors shut behind me with a soft hiss.

It is bright, so bright I can’t see anything. It’s like stepping from a darkened room into bright sunlight. I’ve left the guidebook back on the mono-cycle, so I don’t quite know what to do. I cast out my energy body, extending it in all directions, trying to feel what is around me.

I’m in a bubble, some sort of containment field. I hear a soft, pleasant voice, “Good, well done,” says the voice, “just relax, we will be through with our virus scan in a moment.”

I hear/feel little zapping sounds, like bugs hitting an electronic trap. After a few of those I don’t feel or hear anything else, but I have a sense that the bubble is gone.

I feel a very gentle sensation in my heart, a feeling of loving or of being loved, very gentle, very soft. I follow this feeling and find myself in what appears to be an airport traffic control tower.

An external view of the control tower flashes into my mind’s eye. It looks like a cylinder with spikes radiating out from the center and seems to be a kind of space station. I can see windows and space craft docking and leaving. The space craft look tiny in comparison to the space station, like mosquitos.

All around the walls inside the control room are computer monitor screens. In the center of the room is what I can only describe as a ‘presence.’

“Hello,” I said, “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

I could feel a portion of the presence nearest me brighten, and tendrils of energy touched my energy field like the gentlest breeze possible. I got the sense that it was no problem for it to converse with me and do a billion other tasks simultaneously.

“What is the purpose of this space station?” I asked.

“As you requested,” said the presence, “it’s a staging post. You can go places from here, and you can return, which is more important.”

“And what is your role?”

“It is my job to maintain the station.”

“How long have you been doing this,” I wondered.

I felt a ripple in the presence, like a laugh, “In a place where time as you understand it, does not exist, I have been doing this for a very long time.”

“In what way does this location differ from the location of my bridge entrance to the Park?” I asked.

In reply the presence seemed to suck me into its body, which was the space station. From this vantage point I could sense the immense power and stability of it. In comparison my bridge was a small pathway, an entry point built for solitary walkers and intrepid travellers. Yet there was no arrogance in the presence, or pride, there was simply the plain truth of a structure made entirely of conscious particles.

“Can I come back here whenever I want?” I said.

“Of course you can.”

“Can I bring my friends?”

“If they are capable of making the journey, certainly.”

“Do you have an index or directory or map of the space station that I could see?” I said.

Apart from the docking ports, there were a number of entrance portals like the one I had arrived at. Each one had a quarantine bubble to scan for viruses. Inside the station there were meeting rooms like large cafeterias, which were for informal meetings. There were also more formal conference rooms, made in lecture room style for specific classes that were taught on site. Guest teachers would arrive by shuttle to teach classes on a number of topics. There were rooms for inventors, and rooms for writers. There was even a room filled with something called ‘thought-stuff.’ Overall it seemed that the purpose of the staging post was to prepare travellers for journeys beyond the Park, and to provide information to those who were unable at this point, to travel beyond.

The presence was everywhere, as a palpable feeling of loving kindness.

“I seem to be attracting ghouls to my bridge,” I said, “is there anything I can do about this?”

Immediately I could see another arch forming on the earth side of my bridge, with a radiant field shimmering beneath it. I could also see an increase in the flow of watery energy beneath the bridge. The lights on either side of the bridge brightened and the whole edifice started to vibrate with the syllable OM that soon turned into a warbling hemi-sync style binaural beat.

“That should do for now,” said the presence, “let me know if you have any problems.”

My energy was beginning to wane, but instead of returning to the bridge I decided to try one of the reclining chairs I had seen in a secluded area of the cafeteria meeting room.

Each chair was a recliner with a visible bubble of energy surrounding it. The energy had the consistency of a soap bubble, with a slight surface tension that popped lightly when entered, but quickly reforming once I settled myself into the chair. I leaned back and relaxed.

Instantly I was soothed by wave after wave of energy beams that flowed from my head to my feet. It felt like every single cell, every particle of my energy field was being massaged by the vibrating, soothing energy. I felt myself relaxing deeply, letting go of all my tension.

In front of me I began to see the outline of a man on a horse. He was a native american with leather leggings and a bare chest. He was holding an unstrung bow and a couple of arrows in his left hand. His face was a bright light, I could not see any features. He leapt off the horse by throwing his right leg over the horse’s head and dropping lightly to the ground. He walked toward me and I could see that he was quite bow-legged. He walked up to my reclining form on the chair, grabbed me by the front of my shirt and plunged his luminous head into mine. Then he let go of my shirt and turned and walked back to his horse. He jumped on the horse in one smooth motion, jerked its head to the right and rode off without a backward glance.

I knew, without knowing that he was going to be my guide and that he was going to show me how to hunt power.

This may be a quick visit...

2005-12-01T10:55:00.000-08:00

This may be a quick visit, I suddenly felt the urge, but don’t know why. I just got sleepy...

The lights on either side of the bridge seem quite bright and I notice shadowly movements, like gossamer people moving across the bridge.

“What do I have to do to become a power dreamer,” I ask my guide.

“Stop holding yourself back,” said the Book, as a voice in my ear.

“What do you mean by holding back,” I said.

“You have a habit of hesitating, of holding back, which is helpful in some circumstances, but not all. This has become such a habit that it stops your forward momentum.” These words were accompanied by an image of me stepping forward and then stopping, stepping forward and stopping, in a jerky disjointed manner.

I then saw a heron in water, moving slowly and deliberately, each step bringing it closer to its prey. A noise startled the bird and it took to the air, croaking and flapping its huge wings, lifting into the air in an amazing maneuver.

I understood that the heron could not get into the air if it hesitated even a fraction, and that this should be a lesson for me.

I would like to re-visit my dreams of last night...

2005-11-30T10:35:00.000-08:00

I would like to re-visit my dreams of last night, starting with the last dream and in particular the coins I found under the deck near the lake. What is the Paul Martin connection?

I stand under the cleansing arch for a while in what feels like a strong breeze, to clear away some of the sludge I have accumulated recently. Once this is finished I can move forward into the edge of the Park.

“Do you have a dream retrieval area,” I ask my guide, who today has the friendly shape of a well worn travel book.

I flip it open to the Dream Retrieval page, place my index finger on the hyper-text link and close my eyes. When I open them again I am under the deck, near the edge of the lake.

To my right, hidden in the shadows and partly covered in dirt is a shiny disk made of two different materials. It has an outer rim around an inner center. The disk has been damaged with a chunk missing from one side. Both the outer and inner sections have been damaged. It looks like it is made of plastic. I can feel letters or designs on the outer rim and in the center.

It looks like some sort of commemorative award. I wonder why it has been thrown away?

“It’s been a long time since you received any awards, hasn’t it,” said the Book.

“Yes it has,” I answered, “and I have to admit, I have been feeling discarded, just like the damaged disk in the dirt.”

“What does the disk have engraved on its surface?” asked the Book.

I wiped it with my fingers. “It’s just one of those attendance awards that everybody gets simply for showing up,” I said. I threw it back in the dirt.

I crawled out from under the deck and went up on top where my friend Drew was sitting on a wooden chair,looking out over the lake. He looked relaxed but also a bit tired.

I sat on the other wooden chair to his left. Between us was a small wooden table. “I’ve been feeling pretty useless recently,” I said. “How have you been?”

He said, “I’m tired all the time, I can’t seem to shake it off.”

“I could sure do with some encouragement,” I said.

“What sort of encouragement,” Drew asked.

“I need to have the weights removed,” I replied. “I feel like I am being dragged down all the time.”

“Can you describe the weights,” he said.

“My house, my debts, my obligations, my responsibilities.”

He smiled ruefully, “You’re not alone there buddy.”

“I know,” I said, “and I know you understand.” I flipped open the guidebook to the Solutions page, put my finger on the hyper-link and...

... Sink down to the cavern with the cave leading to the waterfall that I stand under to cleanse my energy field. I remain there until I start to feel lighter.

As I stand under the waterfall I ask, “How can I stop accumulating this heavy energy?”

“You have to transform your receptors,” came the reply, along with an image/feeling of my entire body being a receiver for a certain number of dense energy wavelengths. “This is a helper/rescuer wavelength,” said the waterfall, “it is designed to attract people who need help and the feelings of hopelessness.”

“How do I transform myself?” I said.

“What do you want to feel?”

“I want to feel and attract the feelings of unlimited potential and possibility. I want to feel free! I want the feelings of the Park to be present in my life on earth.”

“Four days ago I seemed to reach a new level of understanding with my inner director, a way of working together where at least some of my needs would be taken into account,” I continued, “and this is one of the areas that I want to correct. I am tired of doing all the crap jobs.”

I rise up into the air, beneath me I see the Park.

2005-11-23T09:41:00.000-08:00

I spend some time bathing in the rainbow arch. As I stand beneath it, it spins around me in a clockwise direction, creating a strong cleansing energy field.

I rise up into the air, beneath me I see the Park.

The Book has turned into an ear-piece that fits comfortably into my left ear. “Where are we going today,” I ask.

I feel as if I am turning inside out, a hole opens in the center of my chest and I am sucked into a vortex.

I come out on the other side of me.

I am in a dark blue space and I feel as if I am swimming forward doing the breast-stroke. I see/feel a string of energy in front of me. It feels like a string attached to something light and moveable that is above me.

In my ear I hear words telling me to pay attention to the energy thread.

The thread holds an ‘energy song, a power song.’ It rolls itself towards me, coiling up into a disk. I hold the disk in my hands.

The Book tells me to put the disk into my chest. I place it there and take a deep breath.

This is what I see. The center of the disk is skewered by a long line of light that curves upwards and away in front and behind me. I am hanging on this light-line like a bead on a necklace. I understand that this is an event-line and that I have reached an important stage in my life.

“Can you explain what is happening,” I asked the Book/Ear-piece.

In response I am shown a huge hand holding what looks like an enormous key ring, with me hanging on it, skewered through the heart. I can see something of this being’s right side and legs but I cannot see higher than his shoulder. He seems to be wearing a blue-grey coloured robe.

(At this point I was interrupted).

Next day...

Today I am going to school, the Book informs me as I step through the cleansing energy arch. “What sort of school,” I ask.

“Bridge builder, map maker school,” says the Book.

I feel something forming around me that becomes a dome shaped energy field of white light. I am in the center in a chair that turns 360 degrees. From my feet a radial path of blue light shows a small portion of the curved screen directly in front of where my chair is facing. As I spin the chair around I see images, as if I am looking through a tall, curved window.

The chair I am sitting in is padded and comfortable, with two arm rests. There are two buttons on the left arm rest, one for talking and one for listening. The left button is labelled SEND, the right button is labelled RECEIVE.

I press the RECEIVE button.

An etheric wind comes through the window, wrapping me and the chair like a hand closing around us, then pulls (something like spinning a top by pulling the string) and I am sucked out of the dome and into a dark space with a huge flower-like trumpet that has a reddish tint along the front edge.

“What the heck is this,” I wonder.

The Book (now speaking through my ear-piece) tells me to go down the funnel.

I go down the funnel, which is ribbed, more reminiscent of a plant than a machine, though it appears to be hard like metal. I squeeze through the small opening at the base and drop to the ground.

“Why is it that I have to go through these weird passages?” I ask the Book.

The Book replies, “It’s a casting off process, to increase your flexibility.”

Above my head the funnel shaped plant trumpet remains, like a huge crown chakra. I seem to be floating in stillness.

I feel like I’m absorbing tiny particles of light, like dust motes, through the trumpet plant above my head. It filters down into my body and I see and feel my heart chakra brighten. The particles are extremely small and are not evenly dispersed, they seem to be in small clouds of varying density.

The Book tells me that these are pre-thought particles and that without the device that is above my head they would pass right through me, without me noticing.

“What am I supposed to do with them,” I ask.

“Pay attention, try to sense what is different in your energy field,” said the Book.

I seemed to be sucked up through the top of my head to an area just above the top of the trumpet mouth. Here I found a vibrating, bouncing sphere of energy suspended on a bed of tiny particle-cloud dust. From here I could see sparking electrical threads and smell ozone.

That seems to be as far as I can go, and I suddenly find myself back in the chair, which rotates 90 degrees to the left, revealing another tall window.

This window is full of colours like sunrise. This time I press SEND, just to see what will happen.

Interestingly, instead of me going out through the window, something comes in. It looks like a tiny theatre, with tiny actors. A holographic projection of a theatre production.

“Enlarge please,” I say, and the actors grow until they are life-size. I am sitting on the stage, a part of the action, except that none of the actors seems to notice me.

Suddenly the whole stage starts to rock up and down, as if a giant is lifting and dropping the left side of the floor, smashing it repeatedly onto the ground. The actors throw themselves flat and hold on to whatever they can to stop from sliding off the right side of the stage. When the shaking has stopped they rise slowly to their feet. They look worried and frightened.

“What does that mean,” I whisper to the Book.

One of the actors, a man wearing an open necked shirt and grey trousers, said, “Who said that?”

A woman in a long period costume dress said, “I heard it too.” In a loud voice she said, “Speak again spirit, we are here for you.”

I said, “Hello, who are you?”

Both the man and the woman flinched but the woman recovered faster and replied, “I am Sylvia and this is Martin, we are here to serve you.”

“In what way?” I said.

They looked confused, “Don’t you know,” said Martin.

“I’m as much in the dark as you two,” I said.

“But, you’re a spirit, how can that be?” said Sylvia.

“I’m not what you think I am,” I said.

Now they looked worried. “Oh dear,” said Sylvia, “what have we done?” Martin shouted, “I told you this was a stupid idea.”

“Hold on,” I said, “don’t get angry, I’m not evil or anything, I’m just like you, just trying to learn.”

This seemed to settle them a little so I continued, “I’m in a sort of school and this is one of my lessons.”

“We are one of your lessons?” said Sylvia.

“You look like actors to me,” I said, “actors rehearsing for a play.”

“We do?” said Martin, “what gives you that idea?”

“The way you are dressed and the stage that you are standing on.” I said.

Martin laughed, “We aren’t on a stage, we’re in Sylvia’s living room.”

“Then why can’t I see the whole room,” I said.

Sylvia said, “Probably because we created a sacred space before we started, to contain our energy and to act as protection.”

I began to receive a number of cascading thoughts and images of bubbles and consciousness as thought-bubbles. I passed these on to Sylvia and Martin who immediately popped out of sight, like bursting soap bubbles.

“I think that’s enough for today,” I said and returned to the bridge and home.

Crossing the bridge today is difficult...

2005-11-19T09:21:00.000-08:00

Crossing the bridge today is difficult, I feel a big resistance, a reluctance to cross, to enter the Park. I manage, tentatively, to make my way to the lecturn where I find my guide book in its palm pilot form.

“I don’t know that I’m going to be able to spend much time with you today,” I said.

The book was silent.

“I feel like running away,” I said, trying to elicit a response.

The screen on the palm pilot flickered on for a second and then dimmed to black.

I picked it up, “Tell me about heavy energy,” I said.

“Heavy energy lives on earth, and in earth,” said the Book.

“How do I let it go,” I asked.

“It’s as easy and as difficult as you want to make it,” replied the Book. Suddenly a number of examples popped into my mind. Easy examples, old stuff, worn out things. Difficult examples, complex multi-relational things filled with memories and other people’s energy.

It seemed that the more other people were built into something, the harder it was to throw away. Neutral objects were things that did not have personal memories associated with people who meant something to me. A plastic bag, or a candy wrapper was relatively easy to discard, as long as it was done immediately. A book, or an item of clothing was much harder to discard.

“I understand what you are saying,” I said, “do you have any advice as to how to release the difficult stuff?”

“The feeling of disgust is quite useful in this regard,” said the Book.

I am feeling very scattered by the effect of the Bleep film last night.

2005-11-14T16:53:00.000-08:00

I spend longer than normal under the cleansing energy arch at the far side of the bridge. My guide book is now the size of a cell phone and I press a button on the side which I know is a directional finder.

I am feeling very scattered by the effect of the Bleep film last night. I see a line of red light from the tip of the cell phone, like a fishing line cast ahead of me. I press another button and I move forward, pulled towards something the line has hooked itself onto.

I seem to be headed slightly to the right.

I am rotating slowly in an anti-clockwise direction as I am pulled forward. This creates a lazy, sleepy sensation. I sense intuitively that it is necessary for me to be nearly asleep in order to sneak past the border guards.

I feel a stretching sensation, like I am pressing against the skin of a balloon. My forward motion slows as I am caught by this plastic membrane. But something in the cell phone activates and I drop a part of my etheric form and move through the spaces in the membrane, following the beam of light. I am less body and more a point of consciousness with a left hand that is holding the cell phone.

Now I am outside the bubble, looking back at it. It is pink and floats in space like a soap bubble, wobbling slightly.

“What is that?” I wonder.

“That is a body-locked thought form,” explained the Book/Phone.

“What is its purpose?”

“Its purpose is to keep you in one place,” said the Book/Phone.

“Why would I want to stay in one place?”

“Well now, that gets a little complicated,” said the Book/Phone and suddenly a large number of memories and images of my childhood flashed before me. Times when I had been frightened and the things I had done to make myself feel safe. All joined together like bubble-gum in a huge sticky mess.

“Ugh,” I said, “that is such a mess. How can I get rid of it?”

A large pin appeared, as did my right hand. I stabbed the pink bubble with the pin, several times. The bubble deflated and disappeared.

“Is that it?” I asked. “Is that all I have to do?”

“It’s an example of how easy it is to change,” said the Book/Phone. “The trick is staying awake, so that you are capable of making the choice.”

My guide book has transformed itself into an electronic palm pilot style, hand held computer.

2005-11-12T10:05:00.000-08:00

My guide book has transformed itself into an electronic palm pilot style, hand held computer.

I decide I would like to go to see the technology of the near future, to track up and coming concepts.

I am holding the palm pilot in my left hand, I feel myself rotating in a clockwise direction. I feel like I am rising upwards. Now I am standing on a sheet of light, a flat plane of white light that extends in all directions.

“I would like to see a technological development that will manifest within the next two years, that will affect my life positively” I said.

I see/feel the outline of my body extending 2 to 4 inches beyond the physical. It is like a feathery aura of exquisite sensitivity.

“What is this,” I ask, “can you explain what this means?”

“A machine will be created that will be able to see the etheric body as a moving picture. The development of this machine will transform medical research and accelerate understanding of the interactions between all life.”

“This etheric reader will also enable certain earth spirits to communicate more freely and more accurately.”

“It will look something like a digital video recorder and will have a number of filters to enable it to focus on certain wavelengths beyond the visual. This will be developed by a combination of fractal mathematics and an understanding of harmonics to extrapolate the movement of energy in the subtle realms. Just as satellite photography uses fractal mathematics to enhance very small portions of images many miles away.”

“That sounds amazing,” I said.

The Book continued, “It will also enable you to see the effect a strong mental atmosphere has on people. Naturally there will be people who will want to keep this for themselves, because it makes the keeping of secrets difficult.”

I immediately thought how interesting it would be to etherically photograph politicians.

“The people who are most likely to develop this idea are not consciously trying to create an etheric camera,” said the Book, “they will stumble upon the effect apparently by mistake.”

“Machines similar to that already exist,” I said, thinking of Kirlian photography and a number of rather crude examples that I had seen before.

“That is true, but this new development will be to etheric photography as the digital TV is to analog.”

“Can you show me an example?”

I was shown the outline of a person standing in front of one of the new cameras. As I watched the dense physical form began to disappear, replaced by a complicated pattern of lines. The camera was able to filter what it was receiving until the actual etheric pattern of the body was displayed, down to the atomic level and beyond. In a way it was like a new kind of electron microscope, that revealed the patterns below the gross physical by the use of mathematics and the understanding of harmonics.

“Thanks a lot,” I said, and pressed a button on my palm pilot and I was back at the bridge.

Next day...

I spend some time spinning around inside the cleansing arch, cleaning my energy field of sticky dark energy. My electronic book has shrunk to the size of a cell phone that I can hold easily in the palm of my hand or put in my pocket.

“I’ve got a number of questions from the group,” I said, “I’ll leave it up to you to guide me to the most important answers.”

I felt my left palm tingle as I held the electrical Book. There was something about the vibrations that I was supposed to pay attention to... I felt the vibrations travel up my left arm and into my body, until all of me was vibrating at the same rate. As I settled in to the sensation the spaces between the waves and troughs seemed to enlarge. Like choppy waves becoming huge swells, but somehow they were the same, it was as if I had shrunk.

Now my attention was drawn to the horizontal direction of the peaks and troughs. The distance between the wave tops was small compared to the width of the wave which extended beyond my comprehension to the left and right.

“Book,” I asked, “can you explain what keeps me immersed in the waves in this way, and what purpose this has?”

“This is what you might call, attunement,” replied the Book in its cellphone-like manner.

“And to what purpose?”

“We are trying to show you the patterns, the structures within the questions you ask.”

“So if I ask B's question, How do we serve the greater good, this is where I will find the answer?”

“Try it,” said the Book/phone.

The answer came as an image in two parts. The first part showed someone thrashing in the ocean, like someone trying to force his way through the large swells. The second showed someone riding the wave, being lifted and dropped with each surge. I also heard the word, “Harmony.”

I understood this to mean that we can choose to fight against the ocean swell or we can choose to go with the flow. The ocean was not concerned one way or the other, but the experience would seem different according to our actions.

“N wanted to know what was significant about our small group,” I said.

I was shown a square with two lines running from one diagonal to the other, making an X in the center. Then the square began to rotate, with one of the diagonal lines as the axis around which the other two corners spun. It appeared to be some kind of engine, the spinning creating an electrical or psychic field.

“Can you show me a practical application of this?” I said.

I then saw the spinning shape as a kind of gyroscopic octahedron with its top and bottom aligned horizontally rather than vertically as is the crystal in the center of the earth. As I watched the corners which had been holding still also began to rotate so that there was rotation going on in two planes.

“What does that mean,” I asked.

“It means that you have a square, a cube, an octahedron and a sphere as geometric descriptions of the harmonics of your group.”

“But what use is this to us?” I wondered.

“What use is your body?” asked the Book/Phone.

“It enables me to do things in the physical world,” I said, “it also seems to be a container for consciousness.”

“Your group is also a container,” explained the Book/Phone, “based on the number four. Because of this it has certain qualities and limitations.”

“Give me an example of something we could do, that utilizes our configuration, that we aren’t already doing,” I said.

“You haven’t really explored the field that you have created,” said the Book/Phone, “at least not consciously.”

I was intrigued by the Book’s suggestion and thought I would leave now so that we could discuss this concept at our next crystal meeting.

My attention is drawn to a photo on a right hand page.

2005-11-09T14:36:00.000-08:00

The guidebook lecturn is turned around, facing the opposite direction. The pages of the book are shiny and contain pictures rather than braille bumps. The book itself is much large than normal, it looks more like an atlas than a guidebook.

My attention is drawn to a photo on a right hand page. I can’t see it in detail but I have the impression that it is showing me a pond and a grassy area beneath a large willow tree.

It has the look and feel of the ‘backs’ of Cambridge. A cultivated lawn along the side of a domesticated river.

A punt glides to my side of the river. I step into the punt and sit down on the middle seat. There is no one poling but it moves forward, going towards the left side of the picture.

The river meanders quietly through trees that overhang and past beautiful gardens that look wild but are too beautiful to be simply the result of chance. They look more like the sort of wildness that you see in a Japanese garden, but in an English way.

I’m not sure where I am going, or where I am headed. In some way I seem to be inside the Book, so I ask, “Book can you explain what is happening?”

“Just another version of Park Avenue for you to experience,” says the Book and I see that the bridge that I cross to enter the Park is above this very same river.

“Is there a particular reason for using the river in comparison to one of the roads,” I ask.

“Each entryway is in harmony with your vibrational state at the time you enter,” replied the Book.

“Can you explain the significance of the river in relation to my vibrational state?”

“One of your self-created obstacles is a mistakened thought that you have to make an effort to enter the Park,” said the Book, “by sitting passively in the boat and letting the current move you along, you are removing the urge to propel yourself, thus encouraging the most optimum state of relaxation and openness.”

I had to admit, the Book had a point. I had been feeling anxious and somewhat blocked at the beginning of this session because it had been more than a week since my last visit.

Sitting in the boat, drifting along slowly past the sweet smelling gardens made me feel drowsy. I closed my eyes and as I did so I felt my body settle into a comfortable reclining position. The punt rocked gently in the current. There was a comfortable warmth in the air, and a gentle breeze brushed my cheeks and face.

As I drifted deeper and deeper towards sleep I wondered why it was so important to have my body so relaxed.

“It’s a matter of resistance,” said the Book, “the more tension you hold in your body, the narrower the transmission.”

Then I received a lump of information, what Bob Monroe called a “Rote.”

The rote told me that it was like walking a tight-rope, maintaining just the right amount of alertness, with the optimum amount of relaxation. There was something on the fringes of the rote about a ‘sea of consciousness’ which was a state of panoramic awareness that had the same quality of focused consciousness that we normally experience in the wakened state, but not confined to a narrow band-width.

Combining the sea of consciousness with normal consciousness by maintaining a state of relaxed happiness would tend to generate a profound vertical alignment of purpose.

I could see myself going about my life, embraced by this profound sense of happiness, and how different this would be compared to the way I normally live.

“How can I remember or sustain this feeling,” I said.

“It’s a process of remembering and recognizing,” said the Book. “Whenever you feel yourself pulling in and contracting, remember that what you are reacting to is also a part of the whole and that you are actually in conversation or relationship with yourself.”

(At this point I was interrupted by the telephone, and brought back to normal consciousness.)

I have a number of questions...

2005-11-08T13:51:00.000-08:00

I feel a strong solar plexus signal today.

I run across the bridge but I linger under the cleansing arch to make sure that any ‘stickies’ have been removed. I have a number of questions for the Book.

“My first question,” I say, placing my left hand on the closed book, “is I would like you to explain how our crystal group can benefit from these excursions.”

I feel the Book send me some calming vibrations, my energy field takes on a pastel, soft quality rather than the sparkling electric feel that I had when I first crossed the bridge.

I feel/see us move down Park Avenue like in a movie when a telephoto lens is used to suddenly bring something that was far away close up to you.

I seem to be standing on the edge of a cliff. In front of me everything is white with gold flecks at the edge. As my vision acclimatizes I can see a large circle of cliffs, like looking down into a volcano’s mouth.

I move forward on my lecturn/hovercraft platform and gently drift downward into the brightly lit cavern. As we descend I feel wafts of energy that make me move side to side in a pleasant rocking motion. I then start to spin slowly anti-clockwise.

Eventually the movement stops and I feel myself on solid ground. I am in a large circular cavern with a number of cave entrances dotted around the circumference. I have a strong deja vu that I have been here before.

“A little explanation would be helpful at this point,” I said to the Book.

In response the Book directs me to a cave entrance in front and slightly to the right. We float over to it.

“I’m sure I’ve been here before,” I said, “I just can’t remember the details.”

The platform disappears and I find myself holding the Book, now in its paperback travel form, in my left hand. I step into the cave.

“Now I remember,” I said, holding up the Book, which was now glowing softly, enabling me to see into the darkness. “This is the location of my secret heart.” The Book pulsed a bit brighter.

A little farther in and to the right was water falling like a shower. As it fell it disappeared into the ground so there was no pool, just the falling water. I felt like I should go stand underneath it, so I did.

I felt the water caressing and cleansing my heart. It felt like I was only me heart, that I had no body, no energy field, no other sensation than my heart which was delighting in the sensation of the water flowing over it, washing away all my hurts and pains. It was a wonderful sensation.

“Can you explain how this relates to our crystal group?” I asked no-one in particular.

I felt my heart expand in a tremendous silence, the only way I can explain it is to say that it felt like an immense clarity of silence.

Inside the silence I saw us meeting every 13 days, which set up a heart-beat attuned to the Tzolkin, or sacred day count. I heard the word, “Fractal.” Then I heard a voice that said, “The 13 brings you into contact with the 20,” which I understood to mean that our crystal meetings attune us to the 20 tribal chiefs.

“Can you explain the practical application of this to me?” I asked.

I was reminded of the trajectory lesson of yesterday. I saw us jumping into the air and landing together every 13 days. Sometimes there were wobbles in the trajectory and we did not always land in the same place at the same time. It was like a group of kids on a huge trampoline, sometimes jumping together, sometimes getting out of rhythm and falling in a heap or bumping into one another.

Something opened in my head and I received a large download of information which went something like this...

That we should pay attention to the way we feel each time we meet, individually and collectively. In particular at the beginning of the meeting (which can be experienced as the moment when we all land at the same place at the same time - are we together or are we a little bit uneven in our landing?) and then when we drum, and then when we meditate we should pay attention to this stage as the beginning of our ascent into the next trajectory, launching us into our next 13 day arc.

In addition we can learn from the tribal chiefs, by opening a dialogue through the use of the creative imagination. Since the 20 are linked together via the 13, this is a perfect opportunity to incorporate the harmony of the Tzolkin pattern into your lives and thereby into the consciousness of the earth life experience.

Remember this image: every 13 days you land, you meet, you sink into the unknown, you gather what you can and launch yourself into the air once again. Have fun, you are on the big Tzolkin trampoline, practicing riding the Zuvuya. When you get really good at this, really comfortable, you will be able to ride the Zuvuya waves anywhere, any time, any place.

Wow!

I am feeling reluctant, for some unknown reason.

2005-11-07T14:58:00.000-08:00

Takes me a while to relax enough to get to the bridge today. I am feeling reluctant, for some unknown reason. I am wondering if it has anything to do with the snakes?

The reason I ask is because that was my intent last night for my dreaming. I wanted to know what the velcro snakes symbolized. Intuitively it seemed to me that they were indicative of some sticky type of negative, fear-related energy that I was peeling off as best I could.

In relation to this project I would say that one of my fears is of becoming boring or irrelevant in some way.

Anyway, here I am on the other side of the bridge and today I am using the hemi-sync concentration tape, to see if it will help to keep my energy level steady.

“It feels hard to be here today,” I say to the Book.

The Book responds by opening in the middle. Intuitively I know that I should put both hands on it, which I do. The lecturn and a small portion of floor beneath it lifts into the air. It has become a flying platform. “Are you going to take me somewhere,” I ask, “or do you need me to have a destination in mind?”

In response the book/platform goes through a series of shaking movements that feel like a dog shaking water off its fur. I feel sticky bits of heavy energy falling away from my energy field. I feel a bit lighter now.

I have the thought that it might be a good idea to build a decontamination device that I could pass through on my way to this side. I see an arch, a bit like a metal detector in an airport, except that this is a high frequency field that automatically discharge any dense energy cling-ons that I might accidentally bring with me. “Make it so,” I say and an electric arch appears on this side of the bridge.

“I was reading about the Planning Center,” I said, “I would like to go there.”

The platform leans forward and away we go.

“In particular I would like to see how my personal desires fit into the larger pattern,” I added, as I watched a large globe of light appear in front of me.

I could see the earth spinning and circling the sun in its orbit. I heard the word “Trajectory,” and saw a curved line that indicated the intersection of one spinning object with another.

“Can you explain what that means?” I asked.

“Think of the essence of you as having spin and that this spin is in harmony with a central spin. The individual spin is you, your life, your desires and so on. The central spin is the big picture. You can fractal this any way you like. At certain locations relating to a number of spins and orbits, you experience stronger or weaker pulses which you can also think of as peaks or troughs of waves. Trajectory is how you approach the wave, and trajectory is associated with consciousness.”

“Okay, slow down a moment. How is trajectory the same as consciousness?”

In answer I was shown a piece of driftwood floating in the ocean surf. The action of the wood in relation to the wave was dependent on the alignment of the wood to wave.

“How does this show trajectory?” I asked again.

Now I saw a young boy pick up the wood and toss it in the water. The force of the throw caused it to make a big splash when it hit the water.

“This is your trajectory,” said the Book, “this is your approach to the big picture. This is your spin in relation to the overall pattern of waves and spins. How much consciousness do you see pictured here?”

I remembered the amount of times I’ve thrown bits of wood or rocks into the ocean, just to see the splash. “Not a lot of consciousness, I have to admit.”

“So why do you do it?” said the Book.

“I just like to see the splash and feel my arm work.”

“Fractal that out a bit and you might learn something.”

When the Book said fractal out I suddenly popped out of my normal size into a much larger self. If my normal energy field was ten feet across, this was a self about as big as the moon’s orbital field.

This part gets hard to describe, but I’ll take a stab at it... basically what I saw was that this big field was in some way related to the whole of my life and that just as I would throw rocks and sticks into the ocean to see the splash, this big energy field would take portions of me and throw me (this is where the trajectory part comes in) into the oncoming energy sea, to see what sort of splash I might make. The effect of these splashes (coming from the future) would filter back to me via dreams and feelings, and into my present self. What I think of as my needs and desires are in some way connected to this trajectory experiment another bigger part of me is playing.

“What about the past?” I wondered.

The past presented itself as a series of ripples that created complex interference patterns on the energy sea. These had a stabilizing effect on the overall pattern of waves, like the effect a breakwater will have on ocean waves, creating a stillness where it breaks the wave action. The greater the number of past ripples, the more stasis in the overall pattern.

“Is this why it seems that the older you are, the harder it is to change the underlying patterns of your life?”

“Yes indeed.”

“What happens if a person really wants to change, to atone perhaps for a life of evil? Is there anything they can do?”

The image that arose was of the ripple pattern folding in on itself, like a hand inside a puppet’s mouth grabbing and eating something, or taking a sock off by folding it inside out.

“I don’t quite understand, can you explain this image?”

“It is the nature of evil to consume itself,” said the Book.

I decided to try another avenue of interest. “Could you show me how this writing appears on my planning sphere?”

It looked like a huge roller coaster, with hundreds if not thousands of people aboard. It was powered by its own momentum. Everyone was having fun.

“Thanks,” I said, “I’ll try to remember that.”

“Explain why I should visit the Park and record my experiences?”

2005-11-04T11:02:00.000-08:00

I feel a lot of excitement today, so I take more time than usual to settle down before crossing the bridge. Last night I had as my intent the following question.

“Explain why I should visit the Park and record my experiences?”

I experienced a significant dream involving a public service organization and a choir. The choir leader was a large woman seated in the back. She had an amazing voice. I was told that I had volunteered for the job of developing a new way of getting news to our clients.

With this in mind, I crossed the bridge and stepped up to the lecturn.

“I am excited and encouraged by the dreams I had last night, and by the feeling today that there is no special state that I need to be in, in order to be in spiritual contact. The realization I am having is that every moment of my life is a spiritual moment.” I paused to rest my fingers on the guide book. “Can you explain in more detail what the dreams I had last night meant?”

It felt like I was resting my hands on a keyboard. I could feel music coming through my fingers and into my body. The Book said, “We are feeding you the music, it is your job to write it down.”

I said, “You mean in words.”

The Book said, “Yes, in words, as best you can.”

“I fear that my skill as a wordsmith is limited at best, is that a problem?”

“Pay attention to your feelings, make every attempt to describe what you are feeling. Do not leap to assumptions, dig deeper. The more accurate your description, the better you will feel, the stronger the feelings will become, the clearer you will be able to describe them.”

“Can I meet the choir again?”

I was back in the small living room where I had seen them in my dream. There were 12 people in three tiers; four in the front row, five in the second and three in the back. Behind them all, seated and not visible was the choir leader, a large black woman.

“I have to say that you sounded wonderful.”

The choir stepped down from their places, revealing the large black woman. She smiled, “You asked for an explanation,” she said.

“Apparently I volunteered for something,” I said.

“Don’t you remember,” she said.

“No I don’t.”

Suddenly I heard myself say, “I wish I could do something to help.”

“When did I say that?” I asked.

“You’ve been asking that a long time, in many different circumstances.”

“Okay, I’ll buy that, it seems plausible, but I’m not sure exactly how these imaginal journeys are going to help. Perhaps you could explain?”

“I’ll start by asking you some questions,” she said. “In order for the music to cross the bridge what do we need?”

“You need someone to cross the bridge, hear the music and then return to the other side,” I said.

“Upon reaching the other side, what must that person do?”

“He needs to plant the music in 3D.”

“An interesting choice of words,” she said, “why did you use the word plant?”

“Because what I bring back with me is more like a seed than a fully formed concept and when I write about it, I have a sense that it acquires a life of its own.”

“Good,” she said, “and what else would you expect to happen?”

“I would expect that the growth of the seed would follow a certain time-line, that it would grow at its own pace.”

“Excellent!”

I then found myself acquiring a sense of peacefulness about the whole project. That it was not up to me alone to make a success of it. That what I had to do was to continue walking back and forth across the bridge, asking questions and generally becoming more and more interested in what I experienced and then going back across the bridge to plant the seeds.

At the moment the seeds exist as electronic data, and as shared ideas with a small group of people.

And for the time being all I have to do is keep going back and forth.

I feel a strong sensation in my third eye today...

2005-10-31T16:05:00.000-08:00

I feel a strong sensation in my third eye today, so with my guide book’s help I will see what I can see...

The Book reminds me that focusing on the sensation helps to lock me onto the channel. The sensation in my forehead tingles and has weight, like something pressing on the center of my forehead right between my eyebrows.

“Now relax,” says the Book.

I take a few deep breaths.

I feel like I am falling forward. It feels like an energy beam enters my head through my third eye, goes through my head and exits out the back where it splits into two beams that curl round the sides of my head and back to the front again. Like a vortex.

“An explanation at this point would be helpful,” I suggest to the Book.

“Relax,” says the Book, “this is just preparation.”

My eyes get that heavy, sunken feeling, like just before you fall asleep.

I relax deeply, until I am almost asleep sitting up. The more deeply relaxed I become the more I become aware of a number of radiating frequencies that are part of the atmosphere. There seem to be layers of frequencies, it’s like I’m sitting in a huge layer cake of sound.

It’s as if my body is a probe inserted into this dense layer cake of electronic noise. Above there is another part of me, listening.

“Are you looking for anything specific?” I ask the higher part of me.

“As a matter of fact I am,” came the reply.

The pressure on my forehead was now steady and quite comforting. It was joined by a soft feeling of pressure on the top of my head.

My awareness dropped into my heart. I was aware of the beating of my heart and a feeling of longing.

“I have a question,” I said. “Brian wanted to know what we can do to help awaken other people, if that is appropriate.”

“To the extent that you are capable of operating from the heart, to that extent is your opportunity,” was the reply, or at least that is my translation of a complicated combination of sensations and images.

“It isn’t always easy to do that,” I said, “do you have any advice on how to maintain that connection.”

“For a start simply try to be aware of the feeling state that you are operating from. If this is not a loving sensation, ask yourself, what is this feeling?”

“Do not be hard on yourself, be gentle, but try to remember to ask yourself the question, what am I feeling? Once you can do this you can discover how to transduce low frequency feelings into high frequency feelings by passing them through your heart.”

Now I could see/feel how opening my heart enabled my higher self to be present in the lower frequency world. It was like turning on a light.

“How can I find the right words to describe God?”

2005-10-30T09:15:00.000-08:00

Today I have a specific question for the Book, which is, “How can I find the right words to describe God?”

As I hold my fingers lightly on the pages of the open book I sense a kind of movement, or searching going on. One of the really interesting things about this whole process is the way questions are answered, not from the point of defining an absolute, but more in the overall sense of probabilities that relate specifically to my level of understanding at this moment.

In some ways, it is like when a child asks you a sophisticated question, but you hesitate before answering because you know that the child does not have the knowledge to understand a direct answer. You have to look for examples.

It is like that now. So I wait.

“Language at its best should direct you to the place from which it originates,” said the Book, by way of introduction. “We’ll start by looking for the origin of your question.”

I was taken to a small model of the axis and its infinite circumference that I had seen/experienced when looking for God a few visits before now.

“This is the first form of God that makes any sense to you,” said the Book. “But this is not God.”

I saw myself making links, like people joined together hand to hand. At the head of the line was one person in direct contact with the God-disk. The line of people extended forever. Yet the further the person was from the head of the line, the less they understood of the experience in a direct manner.

Then I saw the line of people curve around until the person at the end of the line was joined with the person at the front of the line and a circle was made. In the center of the circle was the God-disk. Now everyone could experience what the first person experienced, directly.

“What does that have to do with the words I use?” I asked.

“Words are shapes and sounds,” said the Book, “shapes that elicit mental pictures, concepts, feelings and so on. Joined together in certain combinations they create complex experiences that reflect the experience the writer is attempting to describe. The best words bring you towards that experience, they do not create a barrier, they create a pathway.”

“So how do you make a pathway of words, to God?”

“By stepping out of the way.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You are at the foot of the mountain, having just returned from the summit. A fellow traveller approaches you and asks what you saw at the top. You have two choices. One is to tell the traveller what you saw. The other is to direct them to the path you took so that they can hike to the top of the mountain and see for themselves. Do you want them to have their own vision, or do you want them to have your vision?”

“Words can become descriptions, or they can become directions.” said the Book.

“Thank you,” I said, adding, “You seem to be a pretty good source of direction.”

I felt the Book ripple under my fingers, “I’m glad you noticed,” said the Book.

I have a strong crown chakra connection today...

2005-10-28T20:49:00.000-07:00

I have a strong crown chakra connection today as I cross the bridge and walk towards the lecturn which is enveloped by a bright mist of swirling white and gold light.

The book itself is glowing and somewhat insubstantial, compared to its usual form.

I decide to touch it with my heart, rather than with my hands. I extend the mast/aerial from the center of my chest until it penetrates the swirling mist. “Where are we going today?” I ask.

In response I hear/feel musical tones in my chest. I expand into a large but insubstantial cloud. I have form but it is very light, like mist.

Below me I see the earth, about the size of a grapefruit.

I seem to be a sphere that surrounds the earth at this altitude. I think I am just outside the moon’s orbit. There is a feeling of tension, like a balloon inflating, as if there is a surface skin resistance that I am trying to break through.

“Book, wherever you are, I could use some help.”

The earth winks at me, “Right in front of your nose, if you had one,” says the earth.

“I seem to be stuck,” I said, “is there anything I can do to release myself?”

“As always,” said the earth, “the key is to relax and take a few deep breaths.”

Immediately I felt the skin dissolving, molecule by molecule until it was no longer there. Apart from my earth link, I seemed to have disappeared. “Where am I now?” I wondered.

“You are in a place where there are no concepts.”

“Isn’t that the same as being unconscious?”

“Not exactly, you are actually in a state of super consciousness.”

“For what purpose?” I asked.

“Think of it as advanced bridge building.”

Now I began to get a vague sense of something aligning, like blocks or tumblers falling into place. “This is what Barbara Hand Clow means when she talks about vertical alignment,” I said, quite excited.

I could see a huge vortex above my three dimensional form and another smaller vortex below. I could also see that the place where the two vortexes met was like the narrow portion of an hour glass and I knew that there was something significant about this combination of space and time and consciousness.

In the space above me I could see a lot of side to side movement, a chaotic dance of frequencies of light that were being funneled and stepped down to the extent that I could allow them to pass through me and into the earth.

As I relaxed and opened myself to the lower vortex I began to see/feel pulsations of light and sound passing through me. As the light/sound hit the third dimension there was a silent explosion from my heart and a horizontal wave that extended in a 360 degree circle and expanded away from me faster than the speed of light.

As I sent my senses up and down and front, back and to either side, I found that my overall reach had extended phenomenally. I seemed to be much more spacious!

I asked for a fourth dimensional explanation.

Immediately I rose up through the communication center and out into the thinnest part of the Park’s atmosphere. There at the very edge was a long, tube-shaped space station. It was enormous, many miles long.

The Book explained, “This is both a satellite and a transformer. Why don’t you step inside and have a look?”

Stepping through the portal felt like entering a tube of energy that immediately pulled me sideways in both directions. As I stepped inside, I became the vehicle. Now I could sense that what I had perceived as a tube was actually a side-on view of a very large disk. The disk was slowly rotating around a central axis. At the center of the axis was a bright white light extending above and below. The lower light was in contact with the Park, the upper light continued until I could no longer see it in the blackness of space.

At this point I remembered that I had some specific questions to ask but I could not remember what they were.

“The morality of keeping people incarnate,” the Book reminded me.

I popped back out of the portal and descended into the Park, my brain synapses sparking and popping from the higher dimensional ride I had just taken.

I was back in the little park area with the wooden bench and gravel paths. There on the bench, in familiar dog-eared form was my guide book.

“This is so strange,” I said, ‘this feels extremely ordinary, whereas a few visits ago this seemed to be at the limit of my imagination. I feel almost ordinary.”

“This is where your questions of morality can be answered,” said the Book. I opened the book and put my right hand on the open pages.

A series of thoughts and images hurtled before me, so fast I found it hard to retain them all. In summary, this is what I learned.

I saw an old woman who was more in the fourth dimension than in the third. To her the experience of waking up in her physical body was like a dream, a very confusing dream because most of the control mechanisms she used to operate her fourth dimensional body were not connected to her third dimensional form.

There was a lot of fear and confusion, made worse by the mental and emotional atmosphere surrounding her. The atmosphere was largely due to the fear and exhaustion of her primary care-giver, who was her husband.

From the Park side what I was shown was that this type of illness is actually a stepping stone approach to dying, for people who are afraid of the process. This includes all affected people. For example, the fear may be on the care-giver’s side, while the person with dementia may be perfectly at peace. Because of the need for total care, the process is never a solitary one. Many people who in another life died lingering but solitary deaths have created opportunities to be cared for while they die this time around.

“Is euthanasia an answer,” I asked?

“A better answer would be to teach people how to cross the bridge and communicate with their loved ones in the Park. In this way the difficulties the care giver was experiencing could be communicated. In this way the sense of abandonment would not be so great. In truth, there is no abandonment.”

“I’d like to talk more about how to do this, but for the moment I’m too tired,” I said. And with that I closed the book and returned to the physical.

The active channel seems to be associated with the pulsing of my heart.

2005-10-26T11:36:00.000-07:00

The active channel seems to be associated with the pulsing of my heart. With that in mind, I journey to the bridge and another meeting with my guide book.

“I’m going to allow you to take me wherever you think I should go, to answer the next question of most importance,” I said, reaching to touch the guide book on its lecturn.

The sensation as I touched the cover of the book was unusual. It felt like the book was in motion, like water or air that was tumbling or churning.

It was literally, hard to grasp.

The sensation travelled up my arm and into the whole of my etheric body, until I too, was churning. It was as if the Book wanted to dissolve any hard edges I might have. Then I felt a movement to the left, as if manouvering around an obstacle, and back to the right again. The movement was done in the form of a sharp wave, moving left to right around something hard and unyielding.

I now seemed to be a point of consciousness without any body shape.

Behind was the ‘wall’ that I had side-stepped, if that is possible without feet. It had the feeling of a tall blankness with a solid, non-penetrating quality. Etheric lead or something.

Slowly I began to feel a very subtle sensation that made me feel very relaxed in a quietly happy sort of way.

I felt like I was surrounded by an immense being. As if I was single cell sized in comparison to a normal sized human being.

“Hello,” I said, “can you hear me?”

I felt a very warm-hearted response.

“Do you have some information for me?” I asked.

I felt myself pulled upwards into the head area of this being. There was a lot of light but as I became accustomed to the intensity I could see that I was now in a kind of control room. It was reminiscent of an airport control tower. The view was 360 degrees and there were a number of computer screens with operators sat in front of them.

“Book,” I said, “wherever you are, I could do with a little guidance at this point.”

The Book said, “Go ahead, ask whatever you want.”

“Where am I?”

“You are in one of the Park communication centers,” said a man sitting near one of the computer screens. He turned to face me, so I presume he was able to see me in my point of consciousness mode.

“I’ve been visiting here in my dreams,” I said.

“Yes you have,” he replied, “that’s why we’ve been expecting you.”

“What is the purpose of the communication center?”

“Very simply, our job is to facilitate communication,” he said, “which is very important because the process is in continual flux.”

“What do you mean by flux?”

“The earth experience combines both a collective consciousness and individual consciousness. The two sides move back and forth, each enriching the other and in the process altering definitions and understandings in relation to experience.”

As an example I was given the situation where an experience such as driving a car is imagined, compared to the actual experience of driving a car. The definition or understanding of the words ‘driving a car’ before and after are experienced differently.

“That’s your personal understanding, as an example,” said the man, “Now imagine if you extrapolate that by billions, what will you have?”

“I don’t know,” I said, “I can’t imagine, it’s too big a stretch.”

“That’s why we are here,” he said with a big smile. He continued, “We identify specific thinkers, writers, artists, scientists and so on, and feed them our findings in a digest form, usually while they dream, but also during trance states such as the one you are utilizing. There is a certain tone that we are looking for, a note of such purity that it sets up a resonance within the whole, contributing to our greater understanding.”

“Does that account for certain books suddenly becoming hugely popular?”

“Yes, exactly, there is a tremendous recognition that occurs when someone gets close to describing the perfect note.”

“So what is it you do exactly?”

He gestured with his arm to the other workers in the room, “Each of us has a number of people we are working with, and the ability to search the collective unconscious with our computers, which are interactive and have a certain type of intelligence all their own. When we find something that might lead towards a breakthrough, we set up a feed or a link with our group in the hope that a few of them might find the way to the center of the thought.”

“What sort of topics are you sending me?”

“We are working with you on the topic of spiritual communication.”

“To what end?”

“This is a massive project, way out there on the probability scale, fraught with enormous difficulty,” he said with a sigh, “but it has the potential to transform the physical life experience significantly, and it is part of the next step for humanity in becoming a conscious part of the galactic community.”

Crop circle diagrams began to emerge as images on the ceiling and on the walls.

“Oh, I get it, this is what you’ve been leading up to,” I said, suddenly remembering Ann’s question.

“We’re quite pleased with this one, we must say, it has surpassed all our expectations.”

“How so?”

“The phenomena reflects the entire situation, mirrors it perfectly, even to the point of humans joining in on the ground, which is exactly what you do with your thinking, though most of the time you don’t know you are doing it.”

He continued excitedly, “Many times a day each one of you receives a number of messages from the stars, but because they feel so familiar you don’t notice them for what they are. Most of the time you think the thoughts are yours, that you own them, that you create them. The thought that you may be receiving them, or that they originate off-earth, does not enter the picture.”

“Like the crop circles,” I said.

“Yes, this is why we like them so much. They can’t be denied, they are a real manifestation and they are setting up enough of a question in the collective consciousness that it is attracting more energy. The more minds we can consciously attract, the faster we move towards finding the right note.”

“I guess the crop circle movie with Mel Gibson was an attempt,” I said.

“Yes, but not quite on the mark, it fell flat.”

“Do you have any suggestions while I’m here?”

“If it interests you, keep it alive.”

“Ann wanted me to ask about the why and how of them,” I said, “so what do you say to that?”

“We’ve just discussed the why,” he said, “as for the how, it involves a specific and careful use of what we might call ‘plasmic’ thought.”

“Plasmic thought? What is that?”

“When you are in etheric form everything you experience, especially in the Park, is due to the manipulation of plasma at a certain vibrational frequency. The trick to crop circle construction is in stepping down the frequency to the point where it will have an effect on physical matter. Organic matter is much easier to manipulate than non-organic, so making signs in wheat or barley has become the preferred technique. And before you ask why England has so many excellent crop circles I will tell you. It is because the mixture of high numbers of people around the fields is necessary to generate a plasma beam that is strong enough to do the job. The less densely populated the area the harder the task becomes.”

“You mean you draw on living people’s energy?”

“Yes they do, but very gently, and only with permission,” he explained, “and with enough people involved who are close to the crops it is almost unnoticeable.”

“Is that something that could be measured?”

“Yes, but you would have to measure both increase and decrease in physical vitality because for some people the experience of having their etheric body discharged even slightly can lead to feelings of well being whereas for others the experience can be fatigue. It depends much on the condition of the physical system at the time. Measuring change of any sort is the key, rather than looking for either negative or positive responses.”

“Gosh,” I said, “you’ve certainly given me a lot to think about, thanks very much.

“You are more than welcome, ”he said with a little nod of the head, “come again any time.”

I promised to visit again.

I tramp across the bridge feeling like I weigh a thousand pounds.

2005-10-23T19:29:00.000-07:00

I tramp across the bridge feeling like I weigh a thousand pounds. “What’s with the dense energy,” I ask the Book as soon as I get to the other side.

“Performance anxiety,” said the Book, “just take a few deep breaths and relax as much as you can.”

I did what I was told. After a couple of breaths I felt a little better.

“So where are we going today,” I asked.

The Book took me to something that looked like a motorcycle seat, but the body of the machine was wrapped around a large metal rail that extended into the distance.

“Don’t tell me,” I said, “this is another version of Park Avenue.”

“This is the Park Avenue personal monorail,” the Book informed me in a rather officious voice. “Hop on.”

I swung my leg over and took hold of the handles. “Twist the right hand lever to go forward, and release it to stop,” said the Book.

I twisted the lever and started to move forward very smoothly, accelerating until everything was flying past in a blur. Strangely there was no wind, or any sense of resistance or drag as I hurtled along the monorail.

After a short while I relaxed my grip on the right hand lever which resulted in me slowing down very gradually until I eventually came to a stop.

I stepped off the mono-cycle into a grassy meadow. There were meadow flowers in a variety of colours and the grass was about six inches high and of a very silky texture. I had a sudden urge to lie down in it and roll around, which I did. The ground was soft and yielding, very comfortable to lie on, and warm. The grass felt almost like fur.

The sky was blue but I could not see the sun. Instead there was a general glow that seemed to illuminate everything at once.

“This is one of the meadows of forgetfulness,” said the Book.

“Hey, that’s not fair,” I said, “You pulled a fast one.”

“How so?” replied the Book.

“I wanted to find out why we are brought to earth in a state of forgetfulness, but I didn’t mean to look for the answer today.”

“As I recall, you were driving the mono-cycle and you chose when to stop,” said the Book.

“Okay, never mind,” I said, “what can you tell me about the meadows of forgetfulness?”

“Do you remember the scene in the Wizard of Oz when Dorothy and her friends fall asleep in the poppy field?”

“Yes I do.”

“Well where do you think that idea came from?”

“I guess it came from here,” I said.

“Correct,” said the Book.

I turned my attention to the sensation of the grass, which was like long fur. It was so pleasant, and I found myself sinking into a mild trance, as if I was about to fall asleep...

“Don’t go too far,” said the Book, “I want you to remember this.”

I opened my eyes and sat up. “I think I understood something already,” I said, “there is a tremendous benefit to being able to forget.”

What I had felt or sensed was a feeling of tremendous freedom. An opportunity to go forward without the baggage of the past clinging to you like some kind of sticky glue.

“But doesn’t forgetting lead to you making the same mistakes over and over again?”

That simple question seemed to open a multitude of streams of thoughts, it was as if my whole head opened up and a thousand people all started talking at the same time. “Okay, okay,” enough already,” I shouted. “Book, can you explain in simple terms why there seems to be a paradox between the benefits of forgetting and the benefits of remembering.”

“Here’s what your group is working on presently,” said the Book. “There is no sense in being hypothetical.”

He told me how important it was to be able to detach myself from day-to-day static and how this actually involves a micro-journey to the fields, or meadows, of forgetfulness. Then he told me how important it was to maintain records, so that those records could be consulted when it came to making decisions for future actions.

“Wait a minute,” I said, “on the one hand you are saying I should forget but on the other hand you are saying I should remember. Which is it?”

“You missed the important part,” said the Book, “using the fields of forgetfulness involves immersing yourself in a sensation that has a cleansing effect. Storing data for future recovery is like keeping books on a shelf, or in a library. You aren’t reading them all the time, you put them there to forget them, so you don’t have to put any energy into maintaining memory or the emotions connected with those memories.”

“So in relation to incarnation, how do we recover the memories we need that have been stored in the library?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” said the Book, rubbing his covers together like two hands.

A plasma screen suddenly materialized in front of me, hovering a couple of feet in the air. On the screen were the words, THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS in bold capitals.

The movie was the history of the Akashic records. From ancient, dusty parchments and clay tablets I saw it transform through books, microfilm and computers to a fully interactive galactic-sized brain which is its present manifestation.
“In practical terms what does that mean for us?” I wondered.

“It means precisely what it says,” said the Book, “you now have the best of both worlds. You have the peace and opportunity of forgetfulness, combined with the data retrieval possibilities of the galactic brain, also known to you as the Psi Bank.”

“Do I need a library ticket or anything like that?”

“The first thing that you need to know is that it’s there for real. This is not a figment of your or anyone else’s imagination.”

“And second?”

“The second thing you need to know is that is corresponds to your vibrational state and harmonics of that state.”

“Meaning...?”

“You have access to what you are attuned to, and in harmony with.”

“Could you show me an example of that?”

I could feel something in the center of my back, between my shoulder blades, being tweaked. The light mast suddenly emereged from the front of my chest. It was like someone turning on a circuit. An uncountable number of electrical, lightning-like plasmas made connection with my light mast. I ‘knew’ without knowing that each connection was a past experience, a past life that was in some way connected to the way I was feeling right now. This was every time in the past that I had ever felt this way.

Quickly the circuit switched off. There was the smell of ozone in the air.

I was still rocking from the intensity. “Wow,” I said, “I see what you mean. How do I control it?”

“You put parameters on your request, such as, ‘show me the most relevant past experiences that relate to the present situation.’ That way you will only get one or two situations.”

“You’ve given me a lot to think about,” I said, “I will probably need to return to this question, but for now I think I’ve had enough.” I climbed back on the mono-cycle, which was now facing the direction I’d come, and returned to the bridge.

I start today by activating the device that was implanted in my chest yesterday.

2005-10-21T13:24:00.000-07:00

I start today by activating the device that was implanted in my chest yesterday. I concentrate on the mast and the strings that support it. I quickly sense a subtle vibration, like a subsonic sound, felt rather than heard.

The sound does not appear to be coming from any particular direction, it seems to be coming from inside. I see myself as a sphere of light with a bright point of light in the center. The sound seems to be emanating from this center.

Now I see a beam of light entering my head, connecting with the central point of light and exiting via the light mast in my heart. A considerable force propells me straight down Park Avenue. I grab the book with my left hand as I fly past.

I feel like I’m standing on strings that are miles long. All around me are long lines of different colours, I seem to be inside a complex pattern of wavelengths. These are very long waves, it is impossible from my location to see the beginning or end of the wave. I can however feel the vibrational quality of the wave which seems very coherent. It feels like a very stable structure.

“Book,” I said, “can you tell me where I am, and what I am here for?”

I could feel the string move up and down, like an ocean swell.

“This is a further lesson in harmonics,” said the Book.

“To what purpose,” I wondered.

“In the very big you will also find the very small,” said the Book. I could feel it smile enigmatically, if that is possible for a book.

“Does this wave have anything to do with thinking,” I asked.

“It has everything to do with not thinking,” was the answer.

So I settled down to see where it would take me.

The sensation of the wave was very pleasant, like being tossed up and down on a soft trampoline or blanket. At times it would become quite vigorous and at other times it would be almost still.

After a while I began to sense a pulse within the wave. I could sense it approaching, feel it toss me and move past and beyond. I wondered if I could somehow catch this wave and ride it.

When the next wave approached I prepared myself and caught the top of it. Like a surfer I found myself on top of the wave riding along in the starry blackness of space. The power of the wave did not seem to lessen in any noticeable way and I found myself expanding as the wave expanded out from some unfathomable starting point far behind.

I wondered what would happen if I jumped off the wave. I asked my guide book if it would be safe to jump off the wave.

In response the book expanded until it became a platform large enough for me to stand on. I stood on the book and my forward motion ceased.

I seemed to be in a space between the waves. I could see above and below me millions of multi-coloured pulses of light shooting out from a star far behind me.

“Wow,” I said, “this is beautiful, but what am I supposed to be learning from all this?”

Suddenly I found myself back where I began, in my normal sized energy body, concentrating on the energy mast in the center of my chest that was itself linked to an emanating light in the center of my body, that was itself linked to an energy beam coming through the top of my head.

“Talk about full circle,” I said as I placed the Book back on its lecturn.

“Quite a ride wasn’t it?” said the Book.

“You’re not kidding,” I replied, “are you open for another question?”

“Is that it, or are you referring to another question after that question?”

“Another question, or perhaps a request,” I said.

“Sure go ahead, we’ve got lots of time.”

“I’ve noticed that my ability to remain consciously in the Park seems quite limited,” I said, “is there any way to improve my stamina?”

“The more you come here, the longer you will be able to stay,” said the Book, “you will develop your astral muscles, as it were.”

“Is there anything specific I should do?”

“Just remain relaxed and interested and open, it is a very natural process. You don’t have to work at it. It’s like learning to breathe.”

I feel the guide book calling to me...

2005-10-21T13:16:00.000-07:00

I feel the guide book calling to me, it seems that there is a lesson of some sort already arranged. I had thought to ask if I could go to the library, but I will see what the Book has in store for me.

As soon as I touch the page we begin to move off to the left. I feel like a flag flapping in the wind. And indeed that is exactly what I am, an American flag attached to a flag pole which is at the top of a building that is at least three stories and has rather imposing steps leading to a large doorway. It looks like a courthouse or some sort of official government building.
My viewpoint changes from the flag to the steps and I look up at the doorway which is in the shape of an arch, pointed in the center. The door frame is made of dark oak, as are the doors, which are open.

It seems that I am to enter, so I move up the steps and into a large hallway. The floor is black and white checkerboard tiles and the walls are light oak panels to head height. Above the paneling the walls are painted dark green and there are a number of oil paintings, portraits of distinguished looking men from the 1700s and 1800s.

On either side of the hallway there are doors leading to rooms which I assume are offices or meeting rooms. As I watch, one of the doors on my right opens and a woman in a grey suit comes out carrying some files. She closes the door carefully behind her and goes down the hall and up some stairs at the end of the hall.

“What is this place,” I ask the Book, which has taken the form of a small leather bound journal.

“This is a place where law makers meet,” said the Book.

“So I was right, it was a courthouse,” I said.

“Not exactly,” replied the Book, “they do not try cases here, or hold court. This is where they discuss and try to understand the laws of the universe. God’s laws, if you will.”

“So why am I here,” I wondered.

“Your interest in the Law of Time,” said the Book, “we thought you might like to see how it looks from this side.”

The Book drew me down the hall and up the stairs. At the top of the stairs was a balcony over a large rectangular shaped room below. To the left and right were seats where spectators could sit to view the proceedings. The hall was not very full, there were only a dozen or so people dotted around.

Below it was laid out like a parliament, with two sides of benches and in the middle, at the far end a large throne. There were more people down below than there were in the audience above. I found a seat on the right side and leaned forward, resting my arms on the railing in front of me.

Sitting on the throne was a sphere of bright light that cast a wonderful glow on the entire room. At the moment I entered a man on the right side of the house was standing. He was holding a sheet of paper in his right hand and leaning on a cane with his left hand. He was connected to the sphere on the throne by a beam of pale rose coloured light.

I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but whatever he was saying it was sending out tendrils of light to some of the other people sitting in the hall below. Some of the tendrils reached out and then snapped back, but some of them reached out and took hold and started to brighten.

The man finished and sat down. Most of the tendrils he had extruded now collapsed back into him except for one which was joined to a man on the other side of the hall. This man stood and began to talk. The throne/sphere made its connection, but this time the beam was a golden-blue colour.

The man on the left molded a ball of bright white light in his hands as he spoke. Suddenly he threw the ball to the floor, it hit and exploded soundlessly. The whole hall went white and it took my eyes a while before they stopped replaying the after-image. It was like standing directly in front of a flash camera.

“What did he do that for,” I whispered to the Book.

“Watch and listen,” said the Book, directing my attention to the sphere on the throne.

As I watched the sphere of light began to extrude what appeared to be a long beam of light, like a mast, down the center of the room. The light mast was supported by a number of stays attached to a square at the base, which was in itself attached to the sphere.

Very faintly I began to hear a sound, like strings vibrating. It sounded like there was a wind blowing between the stays that were supporting the light mast. It created a very pleasant humming sound that also sounded like a choir of voices.

“I don’t understand this,” I said.

Suddenly as I looked around I could see miniature light masts protruding from the chest of everyone in the hall, those below and those above. I looked down at my chest and I had one too!

“The Law of Time is the science of universal harmonics. It has nothing to do with the structure of belief as a framework of thought. It has everything to do with the harmonics of feeling as a universal language.” The definition had emanated from the light mast in the center of my chest.

The mast continued to vibrate, and as it did, more thoughts began to come to me, such as, “Time is faster than thought,” and, “The eternal locator is now.”

The whole building was beginning to vibrate at a higher rate and everyone in it was starting to become transparent.

Suddenly I expanded until I was both outside and inside the building. I could see that the courthouse mast was now a beam of white light with multi-coloured rainbow rings shooting up into the air and expanding faster than my eyes could follow. The flag was gone and the courthouse had turned to crystal.

I continued to expand until I could see that the courthouse and the Park itself was attached to another even larger sphere. And then another and another until there were millions of shperes and each one connected with its own radiating, vibrating light mast.

At this point it became too much for me and I asked the guide Book to take me home. Soon we were back at the bridge. I felt like an overheated engine, I could hear pops and tings as my brain tried desperately to return to normal size.

I thanked the guide book and promised to return as soon as I could.

Today I feel like there is something running through me.

2005-10-19T11:31:00.000-07:00

Today I feel like there is something running through me. It feels like my energy field is quite active and fairly bright. I’ve been looking forward to this session since I got up this morning. I have some tension around my jaw but it is more associated with a feeling of excitement rather than restriction. It is like there is more energy than normal wanting to move through me. I’m making a point of connecting myself to the earth with a tendril that extends from the base of my spine to the center of the earth. I want to make a good contact, conduit today.

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Brian has asked for a progress report, so this is my intent today.

I go to where the Book is normally located and run my fingers over the raised bumps. I notice a strange sensation beneath my feet. It feels like the ground is moving from right to left below me and the sky is moving left to right above me. This creates a horizontal passageway with boundaries above and below, but no apparent boundary to either side.

I move forward. I try to stay in the middle, floating in the air because if I touch the ground I tend to move to the left and if I touch the ceiling I tend to move to the right. To go straight ahead I need to remain centered, touching nothing.

It takes some concentration. To remain in this middle area I find myself holding my breath. When I breathe out I sink to the floor and immediately I start moving left. If I breathe in too quickly I ascend too fast and bump my head on the ceiling and start moving right. I bounce up and down like a ping pong ball for a little while until I gain a sense of equilibrium by breathing in a very relaxed manner.

“What’s with the up and down stuff,” I ask the Book.

“Park Avenue takes many forms,” said the Book, “this is just one of them.”

In my previous journeys Park Avenue had appeared to be a normal road, designed to keep me from wandering off the to right or left. This time the boundaries were above and below.

“Can you take me to where I can find the answer to Brian’s request,” I said.

It felt like the top of my head was being drawn up into a point with a long thread attached to it. Something had turned my head into a long antenna! I could sense a small bulb at the top of the thread.

I took a moment to settle, then I broadcast as strongly as I could a request to receive information for Brian.

It was as if I was sitting on a huge ship that slowly began to move forward, or as if a strong wind or current began moving against the antenna that was sticking out of the top of my head. There was a rocking sensation, as if we were being hit by waves coming at us from the side and rear.

And yet in all of this turbulence I could see the effect the bow of the ship was having. Despite the wind and the waves the bow was of such a design that the ship was able to stay on course.

“Can you give me a map reference?” I asked.

I could see Brian on the bridge of a huge ocean liner. It was night time and the only light visible on board was a light over a map table. Brian was bending over, leaning on the map.

The map showed the location of a number of probes that had been sent out in many different directions from earth. They were all at different distances, depending on when they had been launched and their velocity. Each probe was attached to the earth by a thin wire.

By touching the map, which was actually a digital screen, Brian was able to rotate the earth and activate any probe by touching its wire. He seemed to be cataloging the data in some way.

“What is he doing,” I asked the Book.

“He’s trying to make a decision as to where he should go next,” said the Book, “he’s attempting to plot a new course, but he has not made a firm decision yet.”

“So his progress report would be what?”

“He seems to have designed a fine ship that will take him and many others to wherever they wish to travel, but the destination has not yet been chosen,” said the Book.

“Any suggestions?” I asked.

“There is a pattern, a large pattern here. Just as Brian is the captain of his liner, responsible for plotting the course for his passengers and crew, there is a flotilla of ships all heading in one general direction under the guidance of what would be an Admiral, in relation to Brian’s position. The only difference here from the normal hierarchic arrangement of command is that at every level there is an element of free will. It becomes a matter of attunement.”

“What do you mean by attunement?” I wondered.

Suddenly I felt and saw a huge wave the size of our galaxy.

“There is a wave of motion that is both a force and a frequency,” said the Book. “When Brian becomes attuned to the Admiral wave, if you don’t mind me calling it that, then he will know what direction he is going.”

“I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but it seems too huge and vague. Could you be a bit more precise?”

“It’s just like sailing,” said the Book, “except, instead of concentrating on local weather conditions, you constantly assess your inner weather. Rule of thumb is this, go with the flow and you won’t go wrong. If you are going against the current you will feel as if you are struggling and your vibrational rate will drop an octave or two. Dropping an octave means you go slower. This is an automatic safety device to prevent you from going too far off course. If you continue to go in the wrong direction you eventually reach such a low vibrational state that you are virtually motionless. In the physical world this will manifest as numerous obstacles and problems.”

“So by attunement, you mean developing inner sensitivity.”

“Exactly.”

I still seemed to have enough energy to hang around in the Park for a while more so I decided to experiment with this idea of attunement.

I wanted to see if I could discover the direction I was supposed to be headed.

Immediately I felt a wind arise from behind and to my right. I turned myself so that the wind was blowing on my back. I could feel my energy field stretching out in front of me.

I was drawn toward something that looked like a thin semi-circular ink blotter. It was rocking back and forth on an equally thin strip of paper that was moving underneath it, as if being stamped by the rocking-back-and-forth blotter.

I could see myself passing underneath the blotter, getting squashed and then moving on again.

Once through and out the other side I had to stay on the thin piece of paper. If I tried to step off I felt a strong blast of wind. The paper seemed to move forward at its own pace, and seemed to know where it was going, so for the time being I remained where I was.

I could feel my concentration beginning to waver. I could feel myself becoming tired. Gradually I returned to the bridge and retraced my steps to my physical body.

I would like to see what is happening to the Tsunami victims, the ones who made the transition to spirit.

2005-10-18T10:02:00.000-07:00

NOTE: I started this blog not long before the Tsunami in December of 2004...

I feel fairly light today, it feels like I have a sphere of energy around me which is sensitive and light filled. The signal seems to be coming from above, through the crown center, so let’s see what’s going to happen...

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Today I would like to see what is happening to the Tsunami victims, the ones who made the transition to spirit.

The lights on either side of the bridge are lit and the book has returned to its leather bound tome appearance. I see it resting on a lecturn, open in the middle. I run my fingers lightly over the raised bumps and make my greetings.

“I would like to see what effect the passing of so many people in such a traumatic manner has on the inhabitants of the Park,” I said.

“Before you can do that, we need to do a little preparation,” said the Book.

Suddenly I was encased in a transparent bubble of energy. I was seated on a floating chair seat in the middle of the bubble.

“What is this for,” I asked.

“Don’t try to leave the bubble,” said the Book, “it’s for your own protection.”

Then I was churning, being thrown about in all directions. I was underwater, above water, on the water, in the water.

There were many people in the water, still churning. The sensation was chaotic. Inside the bubble I was protected from the worst of the feeling but it was making me nauseous.

“Can we lift away from this a little?” I said.

From my position slightly above the chaos I could see a number of rescuers in the watery substance. They were wearing protective gear, like diving suits and were attached to long cords. When they were able to make contact with someone in the turbulence they would hold on and the cord would start to retract slowly. Sometimes the person would slip out of their hands and they would have to try again.

In this chaos I could hear the voices of the people in spirit and the voices (thoughts) of the people still alive who were their relatives. The sadness and fear was overwhelming.

“So long after the event this is still happening,” I said to the Book, “Why is this?”

“A sudden shock is always difficult,” replied the Book, “there is no time to prepare.” The Book continued, “What you see here are people who are still caught in the interface. They are trapped in a condition of shock, like a trance that keeps them stuck where they are. They are numb, and unable to extricate themselves.”

“I saw the rescuers,” I said, “are there enough of them?”

“This is a delicate process, made more complicated by the grief of the still living. It isn’t simply a matter of retrieving them.”

I could see what the Book was saying, the spirits caught in the waves were partially held there by the strong emotional needs of the living who do not have proof of the death of their relative or loved one.

“There’s a lot of desperate hope,” said the Book. “Do you see?”

“Yes I do,” I said, “is there anything I can do?”

“Believe it or not, what you are doing right now is helping.”

“How can that be?” I said.

“Every bit of consciousness helps,” explained the Book. “Your being here now is helping the rescue. Even the reading of this to your friends will help the rescue. Trust me on this.”

“Are there people who have made the transition and are not in the turbulence?”

“Certainly, and they are helping too. Everyone is doing their bit, it’s quite an extraordinary time, even on this side.”

“Could I talk to someone over here?”

I felt the energy field around me strengthen, I could see it growing brighter. I was now in an area of the Park where there were benches around a central paved square. There was a young man sitting on one of the benches with his head dropped forward and his arms on his knees. He looked like he was partly asleep.

I wasn’t sure what to do. “How should I approach him,” I asked the Book.

“Try saying hello.”

“Excuse me,” I said, “do you mind if I ask you some questions?”

He looked up, squinting, put his hand up in front of his eyes. “You’re kind of bright, do you mind turning down the light a little?”

The energy field became a softer, more pastel colour, with warm gold and rose hues. He lowered his hand and said, “What do you want to know?”

“I’m not sure I know how to begin but...”

“You want to know about the Tsunami,” he said quickly.

“Yes I do, but I want to know how you felt when you realized you were dead.”

He smiled, “I knew I was dead straight away because I’d been sick for a month with malaria and this was the first time I’d woken up without a headache or shaking with fever. I felt so good I knew I had to be dead.”

“Where were you when the wave hit?”

“I must have been asleep because all I remember was a sudden pressure and then I was unconscious and then I woke up here.”

“Where in the world were you?”

“I was renting a beach hut on the northern tip of Banda Aceh. Didn’t have a chance.”

“What about your relatives? Do they know you are gone?”

“Oh yeah,” he said, “that’s why I’m still hanging around. My mom is really sad.”

“What would you like to do to help her?”

“I wish I could call her, like on the phone and tell her I was OK.”

“Can he do that?” I asked the Book privately.

“It’s one of the things we’re working on,” said the Book, “and why you are involved.”

“What can I tell him?”

“Tell him that someone will be along soon to help him out.”

I gave him the message and asked him his name.

He said his name was Tom and that he was from New Zealand.

I wished him well and took my leave.

“Why couldn’t I get more personal information?” I said to the Book. “It was really hard to hear his last name.”

“It’s because Tom was a composite.”

“What do you mean, a composite?”

“The emotional impact of meeting a recently passed spirit in this way would be too much for you, so we created a composite from portions of a couple of travellers.”

“What is the good of that?”

“To give you a sense of how normal and ordinary the process can be, without the harmful effects.”

The Book then gave me a download, which was an immediate overview of the whole process. I glimpsed a portion of the whole, which is to say I realized that I was at the stage of someone who is just beginning to learn a foreign language suddenly being given the entire history of that culture all in one lump.

Something in me understood, but it was way below, or way above my present consicous understanding.

At this point I realized it was time to return to the bridge. The energy field faded and I placed the Book back on the lecturn and crossed back to the other side.

Today the bridge has a gossamer appearance

2005-10-13T13:57:00.000-07:00

The feeling I have today is a very subtle sadness, a heaviness which has settled just below the surface. The key here is not becoming trapped in the feeling but in recognizing the feeling as being the strongest channel being activated at this time. This is where the messages are streaming.

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Today the bridge has a gossamer appearance, it wavers slightly as I cross to the other side. On the ground is my guide book, in its heavy leather bound form. I pick it up. I seem to need the solid feel of the book, to anchor me on this side.

“Hello Book,” I say, “have you got a tour arranged for me?”

I feel a warm tingle in my fingers, it feels like the book is chuckling. “Loosen up,” the Book tells me, “don’t bring that cloud with you or you won’t see a thing.”

I take a couple of deep breaths and I feel some sadness leave me, I feel a bit lighter.

“Hold on,” says the Book. I tighten my grip as I feel myself leaving the ground. We go up, and up, and up.

“Your wife wants you to tell her about God,” says the Book as we continue our ascent.

“Yes,” I said, “but I don’t think I am going to be able to do it.”

“Why not?”

“It seems too large a question. I don’t think I am ready for it.”

“How about if I take you to as close as you can get?” the Book suggests.

“OK,” I said, “but how will I know when I’m there?”

“You’ll know,” said the Book.

Then came a strange sensation. It was as if I was caught in a stream of wind coming at me from all direction. The wind had a slicing quality, I felt like I was being chopped up into thin pieces. Parts of me took flight, separated and dissolved. Soon I had no outline. I was just... me.

Then suddenly I felt huge, astronomical, universal, enormous! And I was spinning very slowly but very fast. In the center my movement was around an axis of complete stillness, but on the periphery I was moving many times faster than light.

There was an awareness of the utmost simplicity combined with utter complexity. There was no doubt.

“Is this God?” I asked the Book.

“It’s as close as you can get.”

“Do I have a relationship with God, or am I just another atom in the scheme of things?”

“You are both and neither,” came the reply. “In the greater scheme of things such a question is meaningless.”

“I guess what I’m trying to say is, does God care about me personally?”

“To the extent that you can feel God within, you can answer this yourself,” said the Book.

“How do I feel God within,” I said, “I don’t know what to expect.”

“When you God is outside of you, and inside of you, then you are feeling God.”

“Oh my...,” I said, as I began to grasp the meaning of what the Book had just told me. For the smallest fraction of a millisecond I understood the sheer connectedness of everything, and then suddenly it was gone and I was just me again.

“What do I do now?” I asked.

“Try to remember,” said the Book.

We returned to the bridge, and as we did my etheric form returned and by the time I put down the Book and walked back across to the other side, I was almost myself again.

I’m using the guide book as a lantern...

2005-10-13T13:51:00.000-07:00

I don’t know if it’s coincidence or not but today it seems as if the most active body location is the solar plexus area which just so happens to be the earth family location of Star.

The sensation here is kind of edgy... not very strong but... well edgy. OK I think I’m tuned in so let’s go!

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I’m using the guide book as a lantern, holding it in my left hand and feeling around with my right. The cave seems to suck up light like a sponge. I can only see a few feet in front and to the sides. The cave is large so I feel like I am suspended in a black void.

I feel a bit queasy, and start to sway back and forth, trying to regain equilibrium. The swaying sensation increases to the point where I have to sit down or fall over.

The floor of the cave is hard like stone or concrete. It is smooth.

“What do I do now?” I ask the Book.

“Turn off the light.”

“OK...” The light fades and I am left in complete black. I try waving my hand in front of my eyes. I see nothing. The darkness is absolute. The cave entrance is not visible even as a faint glow in the distance. The darkness has a presence, a thickness.

“Relax,” says the Book, “let yourself sink into the darkness.”

Though I don’t need to, I close my eyes. A sensation of peace flows through me unexpectedly. Strangely, I feel safe, I feel like I am exactly where I am supposed to be. I have no desire to do anything or go anywhere, I feel perfectly happy to stay right where I am now, for as long as necessary. I feel no anxiety.

After a while I hear voices in the distance... “Secret... what about the big secret?” I remember that there was a big secret here in the cave.

I clear my throat. I notice that my voice has lowered an octave because I am feeling so relaxed. I say to the Book, “What about the secret in the cave? Do I have to do anything?”

Book replies, “Follow your sensations.”

I change my position from sitting to lying on my back. The floor is cold but I still feel very relaxed, almost fluid. I begin to float. I can’t feel my body.

I’m floating beside an immense being. I can see pale green robes to the right. I seem to be at this being’s hip level.

“Book,” I whisper, “I need some info, quick.”

The guide book is gone, must still be back with my body in the cave...

I feel a hand scooping me up, lifting me higher. Now I can see her face, shining with light so bright I am unable to look directly at her. I say “her” because of what appears to be long hair outlining her face and a very feminine quality that I feel. Very motherly.

I feel loved, like a child is loved by its mother.

I hear a voice in my mind saying, “We wanted you to remember. We wanted you to remember that you are loved.”

I have nothing to say. I drift, supported by a force field of love.

I see connections strengthening, a network of invisible cords joining the earth and my bridge and Park Avenue. A network of strings.

I see that there is no such thing as a lesser person. That the connections are everything. What you are joined to, and how you cultivate those relationships, is everything. That love is the greatest gift, and the greatest strengthener of connections.

I could see my bridge becoming more solid. Lights appeared on either side. Tall gas lamps on cast iron poles gave a soft golden glow to the sidewalks on either side of the road.

I could see other people becoming interested in using the bridge. I could see them standing on the other side, wondering what is on the other side of the bridge.

Interesting sensations...

2005-10-12T10:22:00.000-07:00

6. Interesting sensations today... a feeling of tingling and pressure around the forehead, a sense of there being some sort of obstacle in the air in front of me. I feel like I’m holding my breath. A sudden electrical sensation in my left ring finger at the place where I was bitten by a dog. Strongest receiver location seems to be the heart center -- I’ll start there...

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I’m looking at a long, straight avenue. As I move along it the terrain changes from a flat plain either side to a mountain side where the ground slopes steeply down on the left side and steeply up on the right. The road curves round to the right, following the course of the mountainside.

The air is bright, so bright I am unable to see anything more than a few feet away. Though I appear to be somewhere up the side of a mountain I cannot see the horizon, just a bright fog everywhere.

I keep turning to the right, spiralling upwards.

I have a pocket version of the guide book, I am holding it in my left hand. The cover is well worn, the corners of the book are curled and the pages are dog-eared. It feels like a well-loved companion.

“Where am I now?” I ask, thumbing the pages.

“You are being taken to one of the Park vantage points,” said the Book.

“What for?”

“You’ll see when you get there.”

Now I’m able to see the horizon. I am up above the clouds and I can see for miles in all directions. It is spectacular. The air is bracing but it isn’t cold.

Near the top I find a stone bench. I sit on the bench, looking out at the clouds below. I wait.

In the far distance I can see mountain tops poking through the clouds. They seem to be very far away, they waver slightly in the air. My attention is drawn to one mountain in particular, it is stright ahead and slightly to the right. As I watch I see a beam of light form, like a wire, joining the far mountain to me. I am sitting in a beam of yellow-gold light. There is a slight strobe of green inside the beam.

“What does this mean,” I ask the Book.

“This is for travelling vast distances without getting lost.”

“You mean I can walk on the light beam?”

“Not exactly,” said the Book, “but if you want to go to the other mountain, you can.”

“How will I get back?”

“Remember the bench.”

I looked at the bench carefully. It didn’t seem very special, there were no markings on it, or a sign of any sort.

“It doesn’t look very special,” I said.

“Close your eyes,” said the Book. I closed my eyes. “Can you still see the bench?”

“Yes,” I said.

“That’s good, that’s all you have to do.”

“OK,” I said, and stepped into the light beam...

I found myself in a thick green environment, humid but not hot. Trees, plants and grasses.

“Book,” I said, “where am I now?”

“Give yourself a moment to attune,” said the Book.

I waited for a little while, took some deep breaths, relaxed as best I could, but all I could feel was the oppressive weight of wet, green plant life.

“What is the purpose of all this?” I wondered.

“I’m not sure,” said the Book, “when you link from the mountain top, it has something to do with your higher purpose, so it usually isn’t obvious.”

“Oh great, another mystery,” I said.

The green vegetation changed to the consistency of thick paint, or warm glue. I seemed to be floating in it, submerged to my waist. I was being carried along, the current flowed from left to right.

Slowly I began to spiral downwards into a slow moving whirlpool. I was not frightened. At all times I stayed on the surface.

At the bottom the green goo disappeared and I was standing in a light filled cavern.

There was a cave entrance to my right, an opening flanked by two furry stone arms. “Is it OK to go inside,” I asked the Book.

By way of reply the Book suddenly lit up, turning itself into a bright light. I entered the cave, holding the book-light in front of me. The light in the outer cavern did not penetrate far into the cave.

Suddenly I realized that I was about to discover a big secret!

After a walk...

2005-10-12T10:20:00.000-07:00

“How come you are my guide?” I asked.

“This is my job,” he replied.

“Do you have anything to show me today?”

My guide said, “Follow me,” and turned up his light. Instead of a soft egg-shaped glow there was a bright, but smaller in circumference, light. There was a sensation of moving forward and a cessation of images around me, I just kept my eye on the light.

He pulled ahead until the light was just a speck in the distance, then he seemed to stop.

I found myself in an area of darkness with this small, star-like pin prick of a light in the distance. I put my hands out. I could feel something like a mild pressure almost like putting your hands in water, that sort of resistance.

“Where am I?” I asked.

I felt myself sink down through a hole, like water running down a drain.

“What is this?” I said, “Why am I having so much difficulty perceiving where I am?”

My guide said, “It’s because the frequency of your physical body, which is tired at the moment, is out of phase with the frequency of where you are right now in the Park.”

“Is there anything I can do to bring myself into phase?”

“The best thing would be to sleep for a little while.”

“Sounds good to me...”

Compelled to continue...

2005-10-11T10:59:00.000-07:00

I was upstairs talking with D and N, the conversation was about spirits and table turning, that sort of thing, when I got a strong sensation that I had to come down here (to the office) to do this. A strong feeling like there are spirits who want me to keep doing what I’m doing with this writing. So here I am, let’s see what happens...

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I’m across the bridge. Instead of the guide book there is a light being waiting for me.

“You are the book, aren’t you.” I said.

“Yes I am, I hope you don’t mind the transformation,” he said, “it will make everything easier.”

“That’s fine by me,” I said. Then I remembered that this morning when I was out walking in the snow with my grandchildren I had been thinking about how the non-physical side stays in contact with the physical. “Can we go to where there are spirits working with people on the physical side?”

“Certainly,” he said, “hang on...”

I felt myself move in a rapid anti-clockwise direction, I could see a multi-coloured, cone-shaped vortex and then we stopped. I had a sense that below me were millions of people, joined together in a mind-bogglingly complex manner, like some sort of super-computer.

“Could we narrow this down to one person, or one small group,” I asked.

I was standing behind someone sitting in a chair, looking at a translucent sphere that was hovering in the air at head level. Every so often the person would lean forward and tap the sphere, causing it to light up in that area, or to magnify that location.

“What is he doing?” I asked my guide.

“That’s a monitor,” he said, “he is watching to see how his soul is doing, and where he is going.”

“When you say soul, you don’t mean his soul, in the sense of his personal soul, but another soul that he cares for in some way?”

“Yes, that’s right. He has been asked to help keep track of this soul’s progress.”

“Can he do anything to help?”

“If asked.”

“But what if he sees a problem coming, can he do anything without being asked?”

“Only in extremely unusual situations.”

“Why is that?” I wondered, “What if something terrible was going to happen?”

“Like death,” my guide suggested?

Was there a sense of teasing in his reply? “Or physical injury, or something,” I said.

“I’ll show you an example.” The scene changed so that I was now looking at the sphere close up.

It was a picture of the earth seen from space. I seemed to be above Iraq. There was a flash and suddenly I was on the ground watching a squad of American soldiers in an armoured troop carrier moving slowly through streets littered with bricks and burning tires. In the distance I could hear popping sounds. Some part of me knew that at the next intersection there were three men with rocket propelled grenades waiting in ambush.

My guy was a young Texan, sweating and trembling inside the vehicle. “Stop!” he suddenly yelled. The driver hit the brakes, swore and looked back at the Texan. Nothing happened for a few seconds, then the driver put his foot down and drove across the intersection. There was a huge explosion, followed by two more. The troop carrier was blown over onto its side and burst into flames.

Shocked, I flew back into space. Before I could say anything my guide grabbed me and took me to another location. This was a huge round room with hundreds, maybe thousands of people.

“This is what you call the big picture,” said my guide. “This is where the overall pattern is observed and tended.”

I was overwhelmed, reeling with the after shock of what I had just seen and stunned by the staggering complexity and speed with which things in this room seemed to be moving.

January 10 (Resonant 1, 2005) BAGHDAD (Reuters) - A roadside bomb destroyed a U.S. Bradley Fighting Vehicle in Baghdad on Monday, killing two American soldiers and wounding four, the U.S. military said.
The U.S. military said in an earlier statement that the blast wrecked an Abrams tank.
The bombing came as insurgents stepped up attacks ahead of Iraqi elections due on Jan. 30.
The attack in southwest Baghdad raised to at least 1,067 the number of U.S, troops killed since the start of the war that toppled Iraqi leader Saddam Hussein in 2003.
Roadside bombs are one of the leading killers of U.S. troops in Iraq. They are hidden in everything from soda cans to animal carcasses.

“This is way beyond me,” I said, “can we go somewhere so that you can explain all of this in words of one syllable?”

We were back at the park bench, the site of my first visit. Everything was peaceful and quiet.

“Take a deep breath,” he said.

I inhaled greedily. Once again there was a magical effect. I felt immediately better.

“Normally you wouldn’t be allowed to see command central,” he said, “and now you know why.”

“It’s hard when you still have a body and a physical brain,” my guide continued, “to maintain the necessary equilibrium you need for the job you just witnessed. Most of the spirits who work in command central have been without a body for thousands of years.”

“I’m going to need to digest this,” I said, “do you mind if I leave now?”

“Not at all,” said my guide, “I’ll see you soon.”

Further adventures in the Park.

2005-10-09T10:08:00.000-07:00

Every moment and every feeling is significant. What this means is that there is no ultimate state that you need to be in, in order to understand the situation.

For example, right now I feel my ordinary self, but I am carrying the impact of a powerful dream I had last night. A dream where I was inspecting a house which had a lot of problems with the foundation walls, the walls were saturated with water, the mortar between the bricks was crumbling. It reminded me somewhat of the dream I had of Morley when he discovered he had prostate cancer but in this dream I had lost my vehicle, my HomeTeam truck. The buyer was from Vancouver, so this leads me to suspect that it is related to Morley rather than myself, but all the same I am wondering if this is a prophetic dream regarding my health?

I would say one of the most difficult things of the whole process is remaining relaxed. There is either the one side which is feeling depressed and lethargic or there is the other side which is feeling too excited. Either one is likely to send me off on a number of different tangents. Being relaxed means being able to wait in comfort for the impulses to arise. This takes a certain type of patience.

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I cross the bridge. I find the guide book on the ground where I dropped it. I feel hesitant, shy, uncertain. I am not sure that I will be able to repeat yesterday’s events.

I open the book, run my fingers over the bumps.

“Hello, welcome back,” says the Book.

“I’m sorry I dropped you,” I said, “I meant no disrespect.”

“None taken,” replies the Book.

“I’m ready for another tour, at least I think I am. I’m feeling a little shaken by yesterday’s experience. I had a powerful dream last night that has stayed with me all day,” I said.

“And you are wondering if you can find an explanation for your dream in the Park?”

“What I want to know is, was the dream personal, or was I picking up information for somebody else?”

“OK, hang on...”

I feel a sudden acceleration, my arms grow very long, stretched out like rubber bands, then the rest of me snaps to where my hands and the Book are.

“Wow, that was different,” I said, “can you warn me next time? My head still feels like it is in another time zone.”

“Sorry,” said the Book, “I thought you were eager to find out the answer to your question.”

“I am,” I agreed, “at least I think I am...”

I was back in my dream. I was in the basement of a strange looking house. The foundation walls were made of brick but the brick was saturated with water and the mortar had softened so that the bricks were soft, like sugar cubes dissolving in water. The wall felt like it would collapse with a light push.

“Who is this?” I asked the Book.

“This is not a particular person, it is what cancer looks like on this side. Your short encounter with the children yesterday implanted the feeling in your energy field. This was what made you feel tired.”

“Are you sure?”

“Remember what I told you about staying on Park Avenue and not getting distracted?”

“Yes I do.”

“You got distracted, or at least a portion of you was distracted, which is why you forgot where you left your vehicle. You entered into the experience enough to understand some of what people who die from cancer, go through.”

“It was an awful feeling, looking for my truck and not being able to find it. Not being able to go home.”

“And yet, when you are here you are much closer to home.”

“Is there a lot of confusion on this side?” I wondered.

“There can be,” said the Book, “in order to remember there needs to be a period of forgetting. The feeling of forgetting can be painful and scary.”

“Is there any way to make this easier for people?” I said.

“Ready for a shift?” asked the Book.

I centered myself. “I’m ready.”

I felt myself spinning anti-clockwise. My energy field enlarged until I felt like I was a sphere about twenty feet in diameter. I was a ball of warm light.

“Breathe,” said the Book.

The mechanism for absorbing energy is the same everywhere, and feels exactly like taking a deep breath. I felt a wonderful surge of something like bubbly air, enter the sphere.

In front of me, and behind me, and above and below me, were thousands of images of people meeting and greeting each other. It was like being in a huge airport with a 360 degree view of loved ones meeting and greeting one another. The atmosphere was ecstatic, there was a palpable feeling of love in the air. I took several deep breaths.

“Such happiness,” I said, “is this what makes it easier?”

There was no need for the Book to answer. It was obvious. Love transcends all other feelings.

“But what about the ones left behind, the ones on the other side of the bridge?”

Now I could see many thin tendrils emanating from clouds that protected the outer fringes of the Park. The space between the clouds and the earth was alive with electrical discharges.

“What is that?” I asked.

“That is the gap, the interface between life and death,” said the Book, “the strings are bridges and tunnels that connect the physical and the non-physical.”

The connections looked frail. As I watched I saw several burn and explode.

“When the potential on either side gets too far out of balance the connections tend to blow,” said the Book.

“What does that mean?”

“It means that the person who holds the connection also blows.”

“You mean he dies?”

“Not always,” the Book explained, “sometimes there is just the feeling of being disconnected and set adrift. It can lead to a period of sickness, both mental and physical.”

“If there were more bridges or wires or whatever, would that make it easier for everyone?”

“Yes it would.”

“Then why aren’t there more?”

Now I could see in the interface area a number of shadowy forms swimming or flying around the tendrils. Some of them had attached themselves like leeches to one of the larger tubes.

“What are they,” I asked, “what are they doing?”

The Book replied, “Those are ghouls. They live on the fear and suffering of those on earth who are ignorant of the survival of the soul and the truth of love.”

“What are they trying to do to that tunnel?”

“That tunnel is a well designed communication conduit maintained by the mental and physical activity of a large number of spiritualists on earth. The ghouls are looking for weak spots.”

“What will they do if they find a weak spot?”

“They will sow seeds of doubt in the mind of one, hoping that it will grow and begin to destroy the organization from within.”

“And what about those ones,” I said, indicating a small group of free floating ghouls. They looked like dark, oily, smoke clouds.

“Those are opportunists, they search out the thinnest tendrils, hoping to destroy them before they can take hold.”

“Wow, no wonder there aren’t many connections. What can be done to get rid of the ghouls?”

“Ghouls live on fear and strong negative emotions like anger and envy. Without a doubt, love is the absolute antidote.”

I pulled back from the edges of the cloud and took several deep breaths. “Thank you once again,” I said to my friend the guide book, “you’ve given me much food for thought.”

And with that I relaxed and drifted back across the bridge and into my office and fully into my physical body.

How do you discriminate between what is normal input, and communication with the non-physical?

2005-10-07T09:23:00.000-07:00

2. Part of the problem with using the body as a transceiver is familiarity. Body sensations seem so... ordinary.

How do you discriminate between what is normal input, and communication with the non-physical?

It shows that you do not understand the nature of mind, when you make a comment like that...

I’m being told or shown that the imagination is one of the bridges between the physical and the non-physical. The imagination is not something which should be considered only an artifact of brain metabolism or what is considered to be your personal mind.

One fine indicator is absense of struggle. When it comes to awareness of the imagination as an adjunct to communication between the physical and non-physical, that if there is a sense of struggle then this is imagination created by the brain mechanism and limited programmed thinking.

The creative imagination is inevitably a collaboration between the physical and the non-physical. Whether the author is aware of this process or not, all of the best creative endeavours are collaborations between the physical and non-physical worlds.

How do I learn to relax enough to be able to enter in to the imaginal realms?

Fascination... use of imagery, tarot, any of the archetypal images that are already available to you will act as doorways, but you should look for those images that fascinate you in some way. That make you want to know more.

Curiosity will drive you forward.

What about my personal needs and desires? Do they get in the way of this process or is it all connected?

Can you give me the beginning of a story? The germ or seed of an idea that we can use as a demonstration of developing the imagination and the imaginal process.

We put it in the dark, we plant it in the soil, we water it and we wait. When the time is right the seed germinates.

I’m in the dark, I’m waiting, it’s raining, it’s cold. I’m waiting for the right time.

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Crossing the Bridge

I’m walking across the imaginal bridge, corpus callosum between what’s left of me and what’s right. What do I see? Where is this mind’s eye?

Where is it taking me? The bridge is paved, it curves gently upwards, hiding the other side from view. All I see is the grey pavement and the low guard rails on either side. There are sidewalks either side, the road is made for vehicle travel. I walk down the center of the bridge. There is a white line down the middle separating the road into two equal parts. There are no vehicles on the bridge and I hear no sound apart from my own footsteps.

When I reach the center of the bridge I see the other side, which appears to be an area of soft light where the bridge terminates. There are trees and buildings. Nothing moves.

I keep walking until I reach the end of the bridge and I’m standing in the light. Looking back I see the bridge disappear into darkness.

The light has a palpable quality, like thick smoke. I can mold it with my hands. I feel happy when I do this. It responds to my thoughts, as directed by my hands. I think of a one hundred dollar bill and in my hands I see and feel a note. It is like gossamer and when I stop thinking, it disappears like smoke. I think of a book and a book appears in my hands. This is better, it is heavy, leather bound, with thick yellowing pages. I can smell the age of the book when I open it.
It’s braille. I run my fingers over the raised bumps. And though I do not know braille I hear these words as my fingers run over the page.

“Welcome traveller, we are pleased to see you. Welcome to Park Avenue. Though many things may appear strange to your way of thinking, to us all is normal and ordinary. Here you do not have to learn, you simply discover and remember. Everything here is in potential until you observe it. Once observed, once remembered, always yours.”

I looked up from the page, my heart pounding. What was this place? Where was I? I turned the page.

“One of the hardest things for you to un-do is your need to struggle. Struggle is the creation of obstacles for no reason other than to cause delay. Relax, as if you were floating down a warm river on a sunny day, perfectly buoyant, perfectly happy, perfectly at peace. In this way you will learn without struggling.”

I took a deep breath, inhaling the smoke-like light which filled me with a million sparks of laughter. I turned the page.

“Better...”

I nearly dropped the book. It was talking to me!

“Of course, why wouldn’t I talk to you?”

“But...” I took another deep breath. This time it felt like I had eaten something absolutely delicious and satisfying. I rubbed my fingers across the page.

“Why would you read a book that did not talk to you?”

“I’m not sure, I’ve never thought about it,” I replied. I felt a bit silly, talking to a book.

“Continue rubbing,” said the book, “it feels nice.” I moved my fingers back and forth.

“Do I need to keep turning the pages?” I asked.

“Not really, that was just to help you feel comfortable. Just move your fingers gently back and forth and the channel will remain open.”

“Can I ask questions?”

“Certainly, ask anything you like.”

“Where am I?”

“Park Avenue.”

“But where exactly is Park Avenue?”

“Oh dear, I fear we are going to become tangled in a logic loop. Try taking another deep breath.”

I suddenly found myself expanded far beyond my normal size, as if I was floating thousands of feet in the air. Below me was an expanse of ground as far as I could see. The horizon was curved, like pictures of the earth from space. A red arrow far below indicated my location at the edge of this vast expanse. Like one of those YOU ARE HERE locators.

I shrank to my normal size and the Book continued, “Park Avenue is one of the main roads that leads through the Park. We advise you to stay on the road if you wish to venture into the Park, as there are areas within the Park that may distract you.”

“What do you mean... distract me?”

“Have you ever wandered into a store, looking for one thing, only to find yourself down an aisle with no idea how you got there and with no memory of what it was that you were looking for when you entered the store?”

“Yes certainly,” I said, “more than once.”

“The risk you take when you enter the Park is the risk of forgetting. If you stay on the road you can always go back to the point where you remember,” said Book.

“Can I take you with me?”

“Certainly,” said Book, “consider me your guide.”

“A guide book,” I said, “how appropriate.

I took my hand off the page and took another deep breath. I found the act of breathing so pleasurable that I lingered a while simply tasting the air. Every breath seemed to fill me with a delicate energy that flowed through me like a magic elixir. I felt wonderful, better than ever. I felt like jumping and running, I felt like a child again.

Park Avenue led straight ahead, surrounded by a mist of light that created an illuminated tunnel. With the book tucked under my left arm I walked into the tunnel. When I had walked a few hundred paces I turned to look back. There in the distance was a small black hole, at the end of a long illumined passageway. I could just make out the beginning of the bridge. I took another breath and started running down the tunnel.

As I ran I began to expand until parts of my body were touching the tunnel. My hair touched the top of the tunnel and my shoulders the sides. I felt like I was running on elastic, each step propelling me faster and faster.

Then I was standing in a park.

There were grass lawns and little walkways of crushed gravel and wooden benches. There were trees and ponds and flowers. There were fish in the ponds and streams and birds nesting in the trees. The trees were cultivated and trimmed so that every leaf, every branch was perfectly positioned.

The park felt like a caress. I sat down on a bench to my left. I opened the guide book and ran my fingers across the front page.

“You have located one of the many transition areas of the Park borderlands. Observe.”

Opposite me, across the lawn, was a small cloud. There was someone inside the cloud, moving as if she was disturbed in some way. I could see it was a woman because as she waved her arms the cloud thinned and I could see her head and shoulders. She was quite attractive, but looked unhappy, her forehead was wrinkled in concentration. She looked in my direction, holding her hand up, as if shading her eyes from the light. As I watched the cloud thickened to the point where I could no longer see her and then disappeared.

“What was that?” I asked.

Book said, “That was a visitor.”

“She didn’t look very happy.”

“Unfortunately she brought too much luggage,” explained Book, “as you can see, it weighed her down.”

“Where did she go?”

“Back to the other side.”

“You mean back to the physical world?”

“In a manner of speaking.”

“You’re not going to wax philosophical on me are you?”

“Heaven forbid!” said the Book.

I was about to continue the conversation when my attention was drawn to a group of children coming down the path to my left. They were bouncing along, laughing and giggling, some of them laughing so much they were floating three or four feet in the air. It made me feel good, watching them. They passed right in front of me but none of them looked at me or gave any indication that they had seen me.

“Why did they not speak to me?” I asked.

“They probably didn’t notice you.”

“But I was sitting right here and they passed by, not more than a few inches away.”

“Did you notice their feet?”

They weren’t yet out of sight, so I looked again. This time I noticed that none of them had any visible feet. Instead there was an emanation of light, some as far up as the knees, most to the ankles. But no feet. No wonder they were floating.

“They have no feet,” I said, “what does that mean?”

“It means they are a little more here than there.”

“You mean they are dead?”

“Not yet.”

“You mean they are dying.”

“Yes,” said Book, “they are a group of children in a cancer ward, familiarizing themselves with the Park environment, in preparation for transition.”

“They certainly weren’t sad.”

“The time they spend here is very helpful to them, so they take every opportunity to soak up as much light energy as they can. It helps them cope with the pain.”

“Is that why they didn’t stop to speak with me?”

“Probably.”

“Why don’t we know this on the other side?” I said.

“People do,” said Book, “but they forget. They become distracted.”

“Is there a Park Avenue on our side?” I wondered.

“You mean a road to take you home?” suggested Book.

“Yes,” I said, “we need a road home, like Park Avenue.”

“Now you are beginning to understand...”

At this point there was a swirling in the air in front of me. It startled me, so I stood up. The park disappeared, replaced by a pearly grey sphere, in the center of which stood (floated) a soothing egg-shaped light.

The light touched my heart. I don’t mean this metaphorically, I mean it literally. A strand of rose coloured light shot out from the center of the egg and pierced my chest. I felt a hand touch my heart, gently, like a moth landing on a rose petal. It lingered a moment and then withdrew.

“This is what you are meant to do,” said the egg-shaped light.

“What do you mean?” I asked. The touch had caused a rippling sensation inside me, like a tidal wave of rose coloured light. I was finding it hard to think.

I suddenly found myself getting tired. The light being faded from sight. The park reappeared. My attention was drawn to the tunnel of light. I staggered forward, stumbling, pulled towards the tiny black hole in the distance. I dropped the book.

Then I was standing at the edge of a bridge, a paved bridge with sidewalks down either side. It curved up so that I could not see what was on the other side. My feet felt like lead as I walked up the center of the bridge. As I reached the center of the bridge I turned to look behind. There in the distance was a cloud of light. There were buildings and trees. There was a road.

Messages - experiments in communication.

2005-10-07T09:20:00.000-07:00

1. My intent is to discover the writing project I am supposed to be doing at this moment in time.

... something about using the full body as a receiver of information. The body is an extremely sensitive transceiver. The advantage of using the body as a transceiver is that you then have the heart and mind to analyse and to sense what you are receiving. Pains in the body, chronic problems are indications of static fields that exist in your own life or in your general surroundings. These can be largely discounted in relation to receiving new information.

There is something like a doorway or a gateway opening and part of the process is becoming a transceiver, and part of the difficulty is in working through the dark, dense areas... the benefit is, if one can do it then many can do it. The more that can do this the more quickly we can move through the dense areas of fear and feelings of hopelessness and stasis.

Just checking...

2005-10-06T16:50:00.000-07:00

Cool... I am very impressed with the ease of use of this blog spot.

More later...

The Monroe Institute

2005-10-06T16:39:00.000-07:00

In 1992 I made my first visit to The Monroe Institute where I experienced the effects of Bob Monroe's hemi-sync technology first hand. Suffice it to say, it changed my view of reality...

In 1995 I visited TMI again, about a month before Bob made his transition to spirit. One of the things I learned at that time was that there was a "staging post" for both discarnate and incarnate beings called by Bob, "The Park".

The reason he used that term was because often people would find themselves in a park-like environment when out of body.

Recently I discovered that I have the ability to travel to and from The Park while I am in a state of relaxation, but not fully asleep. I was encouraged to build an imaginal bridge which I have done, and have been using this to cross back and forth from the phenomenal (normal earth consciousness) to the imaginal (normal astral consciousness) realms.

I thought it might be interesting to start a blog.

So here I am...

World-Bridger