Archive for November, 2009

Hello everyone,

I have been asked to tell a little bit about myself, so that everyone can get to know the man behind my posts. I am thirty eight years old. I was born on Long Island off of New York State. The vast majority of my childhood was spent here.

As a child I had quite a bit of Deja Vu in my youth. Though let me preface this by saying I don’t think of Deja Vu so much as remembering a past life, so much as it is remembering precognition. Several times when I went places as a child I had strong feelings of remembering; as I said, not as if remembering the past but as if I had seen these things in a dream or premonition and suddenly being presented with them brought all the memories of the events back. When I was young, whole conversations could be remembered that had never happened yet.

Another thing is I often heard my name being called. Still search though as I may, as a child I couldn’t find the source of the caller. Was this my spirit guides when I was young trying to get my attention? I don’t know, I am not sure.

Still with all of these experiences I never really mentioned them to my parents because I thought of them as normal not realizing it wasn’t common. I had just assumed everyone had these odd feelings of remembering.

Childhood for me was a test of survival. My father was a type A personality who liked to drink and when he did he was an angry drunk. My mother was devoutly catholic. More then a few times I felt my mother’s life was in jeopardy from my father. My own life became something I had to worry about as well. I defended my mother several times. My father was not above punching when he was drunk. So even as a child I had to deal with this everyday. My mother on the other hand from her catholic standpoint made her think it was all her fault.

As my mother was not about to allow me to go without church and the same indoctrination I can only imagine she had as a child. From the stories I get from her, my enforced church time was easy. Even as a child, I did not feel the churches teachings were right. To me it seemed to only preach guilt, obeisance, fear and suffering as peoples lot in life. Even worse they preached that those who worshiped differently were damned to hell upon death.

When I asked why people who didn’t believe in the same religion were damned to hell, it was as if I had blasphemed just by questioning this simple thing. The old adage children should be seen not heard was part of my upbringing. It is funny now thinking back on it but if a small simple question could shake a major religion, what could really big questions do?

Still regardless of my views and feelings I was forced to church for the majority of my upbringing. I had a lot of friends when I was growing up and I found other religions preached similar if not so harsh teachings from them.

My father got worse with the drinking and the hitting. His womanizing was thinly disguised it truly is amazing the things adults think children will not understand. Well I wasn’t about to stand for such things and I let my mother know. Eventually this lead to a divorce and to be honest I think it was best for both of my parents.

As a child I was swapped between my parents as the laws made it a forced situation. If I had a vote I would have said I would rather not have had to spend time with my father.

The woman he was with would sometimes see me talking to non-physical entities; which is something that happened during these turbulent times. Well, she did nothing but make me feel shame for this. If anything she made me feel as if I had caused the divorce and that I was a strange child.

Fast forward to my teen years…

I was living in upstate New York with my mother.
She had a good job and enjoyed her work. I was mostly left alone to my own devices.

I was happy to be alone and do my own things. During this time the feelings of Deja Vu were less frequent and I never heard my voice being called anymore.

Although I was still able to see spirits; I don’t know exactly when this started to happen other then in my early teens. I was always able to perceive that they were spirits instead of seeing them fully as just another physical being. Still I was old enough to know that this wasn’t normal. At least I was taught through my life experiences that this wasn’t something people experienced without it being something in a horror story or movie.

So I was always leery of these early encounters. I didn’t have anyone to turn to – to explain these things that I could see. It was obvious to me at times that people right next to me could not perceive the things I could. For many years I kept quiet about these experiences. Telling my mother would have been a mistake religion didn’t view talking with ghosts as something good or acceptable.

Only in my late teens did I find friends who didn’t seem so upset at my experiences. Even though they couldn’t see the spirits, more then one could feel their presence. So I was finally able to talk with people who I felt comfortable enough speaking with. Yet something also happened during this time; I found that when I talked about spirits or more openly about things it seemed to attract spirits and other entities to me.

Sometimes the encounters got scary with actual physical manifestation like scratches on cars and other physical signs that the spirits were able to become solid enough to effect things. I understand now that others and I were providing energy when we spoke of these kinds of things which made it easier for spirits to effect things.

During my teens I had many ghost encounters some good, some frightening.
One of the things which was disturbing most to me is the house I lived in at the time must have had a ley line flowing through the property from the top of a nearby hill through our yard and past a small church nearby.

I constantly saw ghosts walking along this ley line. I didn’t know what it was at the time or how to describe what I was seeing beyond there being a road the dead walked along through my yard.

Well as you can imagine I had no one at the time to teach me about what I was experiencing or how to control my perceptions or even how to shield myself.

I did learn that concentrating on mundane things could make even seeing spirits go away, so I dove fully into the most mundane things I could; trying to bury this side of myself. It worked for a while, sometimes for years, but something in me always drew me back to the metaphysical.

Older and now thankfully not forced to go to church any longer…

Many fights over this ensued as my mother feared for my soul and I feared for my mother’s freedom from church dogma. I was able to pursue my own things. I started buying a book here or there on Out of Body Experiences, and Astral Projection, as well as a book on Channeling.

I guess even though I was scared and tried to bury so much of the spiritual side of myself I was still drawn to it. Slowly I gained a fascination with this thing called the Out of Body Experience. To me it seemed like it would be a wonderful thing to get away and fly around. It was a form of escapism. I think deep down inside me, my spirit was rebelling against burying myself in mundane things.

So I sought out practicing to achieve out of body. I went to a Wicca group which wasn’t my thing so I left that fairly quickly. I read up on books and learned of Hemisync which was being produced by the Monroe Institute. This Hemisync music was supposed to allow one to achieve Out of Body by producing sounds the brain would synchronize. I was overjoyed spirituality at the flip of a switch!

This was not to be even then way back when I was a young adult in my twenties the costs for going to the institute were prohibitive. Even the take home tapes were in the hundreds of dollars.

Still I kept trying and had some success though not in the fashion I had read about in the books. I was able to project myself but instead of rising out of my body and viewing my room about me I would leap into my other lives. This felt like possession for I would be able to move around in their bodies and speak through their mouth. It was disconcerting as the only word in my vocabulary at the time to describe this was possession. It would be many years before another word that fit better would come to me.

Still though I was able to live through these other lives I learned quite a bit. It was here that I learned how to shield. I also learned how to heal myself. One of my other lives was vastly more knowledgeable about working with energy than me at the time.

So it went like this for a time with me learning through these other lives and in turn I found the doorway could be both ways and that the other lives could visit me here. I once again felt some apprehension at things.

I wasn’t quite able to go out of body in the way the books described, I had pictured a ghostlike body floating about not what was happening to me.

So again I buried this part of myself for a long time. Then, when I moved to Las Cruces, the strong feel for the metaphysical rose up in me again; it was a good thing too. I had begun practicing out of body again and though I achieved some success in the fashion the books suggested. I felt the vibrations and the sleep paralysis. In fact quite a few times when I felt these things coming on I would get so excited I would shake myself out of the experience.

At one point I lifted up part way and felt this massive vibration. Looking about I found I was sitting up. At least my spiritual self or my projected consciousness was sitting up while my physical body was still lying back on the bed.

Slowly I started having more experiences. I traveled to a friend’s house and was able to tell her some of the things in her room. I had never been to her home so she and I were surprised when she was able to verify what I had seen.

Still going out of body through the methods the books taught as well as using hemisync to try and achieve this state was not quite sitting right with me.

I kept plugging along, eventually watching the movie “The Secret” and “What the Bleep do We Know?” Both of which struck a chord in me. It wasn’t too long after that I found an ad for a metaphysical class at the local college. To say I was surprised to see such a thing would be an understatement. I was floored to think that someone was not only teaching about spirituality but at a college.

I signed up right away and almost instantly I felt that this was possibly the best choice I could have made. I learned I wasn’t alone. This simple fact made me feel good about myself. Still I was shy to talk about my own experiences. I listened and participated.

It was amazing. I learned explanations for some of the things I had experienced in my life. Also, I wasn’t made to feel bad about it. This was the ‘Basic Undefined Reality’ course taught by Jan.

I learned a bit of self acceptance.

Well I went on to a more advanced class; once again this was the best thing for me.

Here I learned the term ‘merging’ which is exactly what I had experienced when leaping into my other selves. I knew even then that these other versions of me were not dead that these lives were going on at the same time but I only had my own term to explain it which I called co-current lives. I learned that past lives, was the more easily understood and accepted term but that parallel lives or as I called them co-current lives were more accurate. I already had the strong knowledge time was not linear.

The thing about these classes though I learned new terms and other phenomenon, it was like I was remembering what I was being taught instead of learning something brand new. I continued on with this and though I was opening up more to the class and to the teacher, I still held my cards close to my chest.

It was an event connected with someone else that truly removed the walls I had spent years building around myself.

I attended another class that I thought was along the lines of goal setting. It had to do with life coaching and while it did have elements of goal setting it surprised me in that it had elements of teaching from “The Secret” in it.

The teacher of that class invited me to A.R.E. meetings. For those who don’t know, and at the time I didn’t know, A.R.E. stands for Association for Research and Enlightenment. This group talked about Edgar Cayce. While I had heard the name before I didn’t know much about him.

I attended the first meeting where we watched a movie called “The Leap”, which was like a more scientific version of “What the Bleep do we Know ?” I found out the next meeting was to be on angels. My memories of Catholicism and religious overtones danced in my head. I thought of every reason for NOT attending. Still I showed up and it was possibly the best thing for my own benefit.

The woman named Erica spoke so beautifully about angels and did not even once bring religion into her discussion. I sat enraptured at the things she said. Once again a feeling of knowing came over me. When she spoke about the healing angels and their rods of green light it reminded me of the time in one of my other lives I used green light to heal myself.

When she spoke of the golden music of the Seraphim and Cherubim it struck a chord with me as just a month or so before I had an experience hearing such beautiful divine music and seeing dancing golden patterns of light.

After the meeting I spoke to her and she must have done a brief reading on me because she knew certain things about me. Finally the last of my walls came down as I couldn’t stop talking to her. I even apologized because I felt like maybe I was saying too much. She just smiled and let me talk.

When I went back to my class with Jan teaching, I told her about what had happened.

It was only a week later that I was able to start communication with my own angels.

A lot of the blockage I had in talking about my own experiences lifted.

I felt an incredible amount of relief as if I was being true to myself finally. In class I was able to speak up and not just be a quiet presence. When Jan asked if anyone would like to write on her Metaphysical Blog, I jumped at the opportunity.

If I can help others who may, like I had, hold back the beauty and knowledge of what they have inside because of society or shame, I felt I could do so by writing of my own experiences.

Though I have only done it once, I spoke on Out of Body to the A.R.E. group giving a presentation. I have a feeling that I will be teaching and working with others in the field of metaphysics. I certainly don’t know everything but I am passionate and willing to share what I do know.

Thank you Peter!

Is time travel real? Does it really exist? Are humans able to do it – and without a time travel machine?

Yes.

I can’t sit and explain the physics behind it…haven’t a clue. But, I can share some experiences, as well as throw some related theories on the table; and would love to hear your ideas and/or experiences on the topics.

Many years ago I was driving long distance with a friend; she was unable to drive, so that part as all mine.

We traveled quite a distance; I assisted some animals, and a few days later, we prepared to head back home.

Most of the return drive was at night and we scheduled to return home at a specified time (calculated on the amount of time it took to get there).

I grew tired, and pulled off at a rest stop and closed my eyes for an hour – then got back on the road.

With passenger sound asleep, I drove the empty interstate, and became impatient to get home. I decided to try something – I wanted to get home faster without speeding.

I stated that I wanted to get me, my passenger and the car home faster, safely, and intact; then I imagine the road moved faster and faster.

No sooner had I finished that thought when we, and the car, were completely engulfed in a thick fog. We didn’t drive into a fog and the fog didn’t suddenly roll it. It hadn’t been there, and then it was.

I can’t tell you how long I drove in the fog…and I couldn’t even see a road…but we did arrive home four hours early.

I dropped my friend off, headed home and crawled into bed. When I awoke, I saw that the half-dollar sized white circular patch in my hair had doubled in size overnight, and I was exhausted.

My intent and concentration had somehow gotten us home several hours early, but it did take a toll on my physically.

I haven’t tried anything that extreme again – but I do sometimes slow-down time (to fit more into the day) or speed-up time (to hurry things along) occasionally. Again, I don’t do this often; it wears me out and part of me wonders if this is cheating somehow.

We’ve talked about how time is not linear; a spiral or coiled spring might be a better visualization on time. If you look at the spring (for example) you can have this life on the fourth coil; have a “past” life on the second coil; another “past” life on the third coil; and perhaps a “future” life on the first coil – and they are all happening at the same time.

What does that have to do with time travel?

I have visited one “past” life to observe and have visited another “past” life to change something. I could not change “my” life in the “past”, but was able to help someone else in that “past” lifetime.

What is the point of all of this?

I am hoping to get us to the point of “thinking outside of the box” – we are becoming less restricted in our energy creations.

What else are we able to accomplish if we step outside of the “accepted norm” way of thinking?

By Peter Perkins

Since I now know about the white realm – the place of white light filled with people, I connected to that instead of to a star and off I went. Once again I returned to that place filled with orbs.

I enjoyed the feeling for a while and then wished to see the orbs as people again. I marveled at how many people there were, and though it hadn’t dawned on me last time, I suddenly realized I could talk to any of them. I could learn from them and share with them. (Why this hadn’t dawned on me the first time I don’t know.)

Mary showed up again glowing white, as I knew I appeared as well. I told her I wanted to bask in the love from the huge white sphere again. So we both floated that way and I felt the wave of love coming from it.

I had a feeling or sense like I was being recharged or filled with this energy. It wasn’t as overwhelming as last time and I stood there a while before I thanked the sphere and turned to Mary.

She said “What would you like to do?” (Now this is something else that has dawned on me, my guides tend to ask that a lot, as well as similar questions. “What would you like to learn?”, “What would you like to try?”, etc.)

I told her I wished for us to return to the place where we had been walking before. I also said I would like to add to it; a breeze, some flowers and butterflies.

Then we were there again. While we were still glowing slightly our bodies were more defined. Once again she explained we were in a non-physical realm, but closer to the physical then we had been and that is why our definition sharpened.

I remembered something I had said at the potluck dinner. (A bit of clarification here: I attended a metaphysical pot luck dinner and was speaking to some fellow students about my experiences when I made this comment.) “We are god wearing human masks.” This is what I posed to Mary as we walked along.

I asked her if that was accurate and she laughed and said, “As you well know, it’s not only human masks. There are many more beings than humanity.”

I knew this already, but it was a bit of clarity from my guide.

I noticed how the flowers were under the evergreens, as well as along the path we were walking.

I know evergreens on our earth produce acid in the ground that keeps other plants away; that’s why patches of evergreens don’t have other plants close by to them.

I remarked about this and she said, “Just as humans are learning war, shortage of resources, and need to feel protected are things of the past – so it is, that these evergreens, the ones I had created, knew they did not need to fight for resources, or need to protect themselves from harm.”

I felt the breeze I had asked for, and saw the flowers sway and the butterflies fluttering in it. I looked up at the sky vast blue empty.

I wondered if I could create after I was already here and I thought to add clouds to the sky. Soon three clouds sat in the sky above Mary and me.

Like I have seen the air elemental do, I wanted to paint the sky, so I directed the wind till the clouds were swirled in a pleasing way; the breeze carrying them along.

It hit me then. I wanted to create worlds after my physical body was gone. I wanted to paint the sky and create whole ecosystems and join with others in doing so.

I then directed my thoughts back to Mary and she knew what I was thinking. We are all more telepathic away from the physical.

She said I could certainly chose to do that if I so wished.

I wanted to ask, “What should I do with my life?” A new unemployment benefit kicked in, but I felt should I ask.

She as before knew what I was thinking. She responded, “You have always wanted to teach. You love history, but more to the point you have always loved mythology. The reason for this is mythology is mystical; it has truths that are lasting. Just because new unemployment benefits had kicked in was no reason to not think about this.”

She mentioned I would be teaching on Thursday anyway, whether I realized it or not (I gave a talk on Thursday on ‘Out of Body Experience’ to the local ARE group here in Las Cruces.)

She told me that the same way I had had a breakthrough listening to another speaker, that my own words might hold the same key to someone else experiencing such a breakthrough.

I wondered then about teaching and some other things I might like to do. I wished I had artistic talent for I would love to paint some of my experiences.

She told me that I could certainly learn, it would just take patience but that it wasn’t beyond me to do so.

We walked along more, talking about different things and as before I wanted to write it all down and so I bid Mary farewell and returned to my body.

Peter Perkins

‘Destiny of Souls’ by Michael Newton. © 2000 – Eleventh printing, © 2006. Llewellyn. ISBN 1-56718-499-5.

‘Destiny of Souls’ is a step further into the information ‘Journey of Souls’. As in ‘Journey of Souls’, Newton offered cases with information received during regression hypnotherapy.

With sixty-seven cases, Newton provided the reader information on earthbounds; rejuvenation time after having had an earth life; the Council; advancement; and the ‘set-up’ on the other side, such as classrooms, The Library (Akashic Records), groups, etc.

Using some case examples, he also provided a wonderful (to me) explanation, with diagrams, on soul group roles from one lifetime to another.

‘Destiny of Souls’ sucked me in from the beginning of the book. I found it be informative, thought provoking, and raised more questions within me – and I love when that happens!

Though I believe ‘Destiny of Souls’ can stand alone, I do recommend reading ‘Journey of Souls’ first.

Recommended for all.

(In association with Amazon)

As I went to post  “What an experience” I realized something very very dear to me.

Today is my son’s birthday. He died thirty years ago.

Thank you Ryan, Happy Birthday,, and I love you more than you will ever know.

Mom

I had an experience yesterday that I would like to share. It was so very different from anything I have ever felt before.

I got so homesick that all I could do was cry. I told my husband that I wanted to go home. He answered by saying “you are home” and he got rather upset because he thought  I was saying that our life together was not good enough. At the time I thought it wasn’t, but only because our home in the higher dimensions is so much greater.  He asked me where home was, and all I knew was it was where I never felt alone, and I felt safe and felt much loved.  He told me that he was here, and that I was safe and much loved. This is true, for I am blessed to have a man that loves me so much, but as much as all this is true, it isn’t home. What I feel is so much greater. Once again, I have tears flowing down my face as I write this. I have the most overwhelming feeling of appreciation so very deep inside. It is so strong that I never want to leave its grace. I am in awe.

I don’t know why I was taken to this place, but now I am eternally grateful. Perhaps this is the state of being that we are to experience in the next age.

I absolutely do not proclaim to have any answers to the future of our life on this earth. However, I feel like we are so very close that you can reach out and touch it. I do believe that there is going to be a shaking in 2010, and my heart is very heavy when I say that we need to start paying attention to the signs. What would happen if the grid went down for a week? A month? Years?  Could you survive?  You can if you are prepared. .

The energies are going crazy right now. It’s as if surges of energies are hitting everywhere, almost as if they are out of control, kind of like Retrograde with a kick. You turn on the television {tell-a-vision} and it seems like every week now there are at least two shows on the subject of 2012. Scientists are discovering the power of the mind through Quantum Physics,  new places are being found, and  it seems to be offering us a different perspective on the way things really are.  Kind of like coming out of the dark age?

I finally understand that we are all exactly where we are supposed to be at any given time. For the last few years, I spent hours every day on the computer every day doing research on 2012 and metaphysics, the bible and listened to lecture after lecture by very credible teachers. I still think they are awesome. In this age of information through computers, people are realizing who they are and the power they have within. They are coming together with their power of intent, and it is making a tremendous difference regarding the outcome of events in our future. People all over the world are waking up. However, don’t be foolish. Power can be used to serve mankind or to serve self.

I suddenly stopped reading everything. By the time I went back online, I had over three thousand emails. I felt nothing good or bad. I was told that it was normal, and that I was processing information. As usual, my friend Jan was correct because I finally understand that God, our guides, spirit, or what ever you choose to call it, lives in your heart and if you pay attention and allow your heart to guide you, and act on what it tells you because it will never lie to you. Then, there is nothing to fear. Can you imagine the power when you merge you mind and your emotions with your heart?

Again, I surely don’t know what the future holds, and what I write is my perception of what I am observing. However, with zero doubt I can promise this, if indeed the place I went to yesterday is tomorrow, all I can say is bring it on, and do it quickly. There is nothing to fear.

With love,

Liz