ONE RIGHT WEIRDO HIKE
-- What Do You Make of This? 

My bewilderment was short-lived, as I had practical decisions to make, never mind how peculiar things had become. The Merrymeet roundabout* was at that time plagued with major junction redesign work, and it was very unlikely that I'd get another lift for Cornwall from there, because of the difficulty for any vehicle to stop safely. I was sure also that a 'higher' power had directed things to work out this way to manipulate me into spending the day in a completely unexpected way. After a little wandering around wondering what to do, I got an urgent message, apparently from my higher consciousness, that the healing process for Humanity (via attacks upon me from the astral beings) was already starting, and it was imperative that I get walking now. I could certainly feel waves of attack increasing, so I wasn't going to argue with that.

* Later note (September 2007) - The redesigned junction (with no roundabout) is called Whiddon Down and no longer Merrymeet.

The walk in brief

So, with no relevant map (which, no doubt at all, was precisely as intended), at about 9.15 I started on a completely unexpected and unplanned walk, not knowing where I'd go or where or when I'd finish. I walked a few miles down the Moretonhampstead road to Sandy Park and then via a riverside track and then road to Chagford (nervous of how I'd appear to the people there if indeed I now really had full consciousness), and up onto Meldon Hill (on the fringe of Dartmoor) for lunch stop. A track down the other side, an ascent on a narrow lane, and then out onto open Dartmoor, on a bit where I hadn't been before, though I recognised some features to orient me - particularly the ugly blotch of Fernworthy Forest, a conifer plantation.

I got thrashing around, tiring myself on some thick tussocky terrain where I couldn't find a way through in the direction I was aiming for, then having to meander around a lot to avoid boggy bits, and then eventually got up onto Hamel Down, proceeding to the southern end above Widecombe, then with various meanderings and to-and-fros, and finally, as the sun was going down, making for the minor road from Widecombe which joins the Princetown to Moretonhampstead road further along, which I reached at sunset. After some walk along there in the gathering dusk I got a lift to Moretonhampstead, by which time it was dark, and then my 'guidance' indicated for me to keep walking towards the Merrymeet roundabout, and I didn't get a lift till I'd reached the vicinity of Sandy Park again. My estimate of mileage during that walk, combining all the road and moorland walking, is something a bit over 27 miles - pretty good going (but by no means unique) for a 64-year-old!

Well, that was the route, now what about the experience?

A decidedly nervous road walk

During the initial road walk from the Merrymeet roundabout the attacks felt to be mostly of what I'd call moderate intensity, with the usual nasty solar plexus feelings coming up and down. Every time a car approached or I passed any dwellings I felt a little nervous lest I, now supposedly having full consciousness, would inadvertently freak any people who happened to see me by looking strange to them or indeed inadvertently telepathically broadcasting thoughts of mine. After all, at this stage I didn't know precisely how I'd so spooked that couple who'd given me the lift, so I had good practical reason for concern that I'd alarm other people too.

As the walk proceeded my mind kept returning to that spooky lift to Merrymeet. What on earth had that couple experienced? Could it be that my supposedly having now achieved full consciousness had caused them to hear all my thoughts, completely uncensored, broadcasting telepathically without my knowledge? Or could it be that they'd seen my etheric horns and tail? 

My 'guidance' came out with an explanation - that briefly during my wait at Alphington Junction my higher consciousness had 'switched on' visibility of my aura, so that indeed I had looked a bit freaky to the people who picked me up. Then during the lift they'd got frightened because they were hearing thoughts of mine which were inadvertently broadcasting telepathically - and also they were feeling the strong nasty solar plexus feelings of fear which were actually what I'd been feeling just then from an attack by the astral beings.

Oh of course - that switching on of the visibility of my aura would no doubt account for any displaying of my horns and tail, so scaring the shit out of anyone! But then - seriously for a moment - actually the explanation from my 'guidance' sounded messy and didn't really add up for me, so I just kept an open mind. 

I was told, apparently from my higher consciousness, that although I'd achieved full consciousness, most of my integration process (integration of the higher consciousness with the ordinary mind) was being deliberately held back at the moment until this walk, and the healing for Humanity that I was to carry out during it, had been completed. Once all Humanity had thus been healed - presumably later today - I would then fully integrate and 'switch on', and all of Humanity who were scheduled to remain on Earth for the great transition would 'switch on' with full integration at the same time, so that then I'd not be a 'freak' at all and would be fully accepted by others and able to fulfil my alleged forthcoming significant roles in the new, enlightened civilization.

Meanwhile, it was alleged to me, all those of (what for convenience here I'll call) a 'lower' soul origin would leave this planet by the simple means of simultaneously dropping dead*, and I was feeling a trifle concerned about the huge worldwide calamity of traffic and other accidents which would be precipitated by that happening. It did seem to me a bit drastic, for those people all to have to leave the planet so very suddenly and result in so many additional deaths from all the accidents!

* I should add here emphatically that the scenario put to me was nothing to do with religious notions of the supposed 'bad' guys all going to hell while the 'goodies' go to heaven!

As I plodded on I kept having questioning thoughts arising in my mind. Surely this was all rubbish! Surely I was being led on another big fiction! But then again, each time my mind came back to the vivid memory of that couple who'd given me the lift, for apparently some higher power had been involved in manipulating them and precipitating me into this strange adventure. And the reality was also that I was being attacked by Tiddles (the belittling and disempowering collective name I gave to the astral beings), and I well understood that this represented healing of somebody's traumas even if it wasn't my own, so something beneficial was going on, whatever the ultimate truth of the story I'd been given. So, I wasn't really being so crazy in going along with all this; indeed I had little sensible alternative, taking into account all I knew and understood and the very real attacks that were occurring.

I was told that it was crucially important that for this unprecedented and unique healing to proceed correctly I had to have a completely open mind about where I would be going and where and when I'd finish. Going out for as long as possible into wilderness, on rough ground - even if I got more or less lost - was all essential, for by this means I would be breaking up and dissolving all manner of unhelpful thought patterns and preconceived notions that were associated with the emotional trauma material from Humanity which I was now releasing through the Tiddles attacks upon me.

During the initial road walk I noticed one rather disturbing manifestation in my mind - my inner 'guiding' voice was starting to persistently put a tedious metric rhythm into everything it was saying, and was nudging me into insinuating it into all my thoughts as they arose. This was a little disturbing for me because the last time I'd had that happening was in October 2004, when I'd been following guidance which most certainly was not from my higher consciousness or a higher source and was indeed taking me through some relatively benign Satanistic practices as part of the ordeals which had led to my first hospitalization.

This time I was told that it had in fact been my higher consciousness giving me the rhythm on that previous occasion, as part of my training for this very day, when it was essential that I use it as much as possible, shaping all my thoughts into that meter. Although still feeling a bit of unease about that, I started complying, and this became really pronounced as I had my first significant ascent: up onto Meldon Hill just after my leaving Chagford behind. By that time I was greatly relieved that the various people I'd passed in Chagford seemed not to have seen anything unusual about me at all. Maybe after all I wasn't as conspicuously different as I'd been fearing as a result of my alleged full consciousness.

No nice after-lunch nap on Meldon Hill - Cusses!

I ate my packed lunch sitting on top of Meldon Hill, a wonderful panoramic viewpoint, albeit not in the same league as the mountain-top panoramas that I've come to so much love. The weather really was excellent for hiking, being fine and mostly sunny with broken cloud and a moderate to fresh breeze and very good visibility.

When I finished my lunch I thought that it would be rather nice to lie down here and have a little nap - perhaps half or one hour - before moving on. But my 'guidance' would have none of it. No, the attacks were going to come on more strongly from now on and I'd got to get moving again and out onto the main open moorland as soon as possible without actually rushing.

Now I wasn't quite so sure what to do next, for of course I'd been manoeuvred into coming out here mapless. Hoping nothing about my appearance (or possible inadvertent telepathy) would cause alarm, I approached a family group at one of the minor granite tors here and exchanged greetings. I noticed an amazing radiance about the man - much more than I'd noticed about very spiritually open people previously. According to my 'guidance', he was almost fully 'there' - i.e. almost at full consciousness - already. Anyway, I asked if I could look at his map, and confirmed that I just had to descend on a very obvious track down the bracken-covered slope and then follow a narrow lane up towards a tongue of moorland which would lead me out into the main area of the moor.

I plodded up the lane towards the main part of the moor, enjoying the plant and insect and bird life all around me but with that confounded rhythm becoming so very, very tiresome -
-and walking and walking and raiding the store - and walking and walking all over the Moor!
The syllables were all the same length except (in this case) 'store' and 'Moor', which each were twice the length (two beats). Otherwise the variation was just in which syllables were stressed.

I wasn't thinking those particular words then, but that's what came to me just now to demonstrate the rhythm, which I should think would be enough to get on anyone's tits when repeated over and over. Still, it was supposed to be helping this unique, epic healing, so of course I was meekly shaping all my thoughts and any questions of mine for my higher consciousness into that rhythm, and when I hadn't actual words to fit in I just kept thinking the rhythm and that mild exclamation intonation at the end of the second phrase, using an imagined 'hm' to fill each empty syllable.

Bit by bit I gleaned more information or misinformation about what was going on. I was told that I was meant to imprint this rhythm into my mind so that it would shape my speech and writing, making it all flow more beautifully and persuasively, which would be very important in my alleged future special roles for Humanity. The point was not to make me speak or write strictly within that metre or rhythm, but to have it come in and out of focus as it happened to fit or not fit with my thoughts as they were being shaped for speaking or writing. I would still have rhythmic flexibility but with a greater feeling of a sort of musical flow. Couldn't be bad, could it! (well, that is, if that claim were true...)

-and staggering and stumbling all over the Moor!

Once I was out on the moorland proper I became a bit more conscious of the fact that I was wearing only hiking shoes, not boots, for I nowadays got great painful aggravation on my malleoli (ankle bones) if I walked in boots, and indeed for that reason in 2004 I'd discontinued walking on Dartmoor because I'd had enough of walking in boots and ending up in such pain, and in shoes I'd almost certainly end up with very wet feet on Dartmoor except in a prolonged dry spell.

Fortunately this walk was in a prolonged dry spell, but even then I could encounter the odd boggy patch, so vigilance was going to be required. Wet feet could mean blisters, so I wanted to be careful to avoid that.

As I got into more thickly tussocky ground, with mounds and tussocks of tall grass as well as thick heather, I was stumbling my way about like a drunkard, as I'm so used to on Dartmoor terrain, and was thankful for my lightweight aluminium walking stick which helped me not quite fall over and also was very handy for probing boggy ground. My guidance was telling me that all my irregular walking rhythms were important as part of the means to break up restrictive thought patterns associated with the trauma energy allegedly from Humanity which was now coming to me in stronger attacks, sometimes up to what I experienced as 'moderately severe'.

I was trying to find a way to cut across to the highest hill, which I took to be Hamel Down, but I was getting into boggy ground intermixed with the tussocks, and it was getting really hard and tiring work making my way round one way and then another, trying to avoid the boggy ground. I then retraced some way, stumbling about as I went, seeing what looked like a track going the right way, which I must have crossed to have got this far but evidently without noticing it.

Meanwhile, while I was thrashing and stumbling my way back to that track, I thought of the music of mine which quintessentially reflected such wilderness walking - in the opening of my Nordic Wilderness Journey. I doubted whether that music, with all its augmented and diminished triads and tormented emotional undercurrents, was suitable for me to bring to mind during this alleged healing for Humanity, but my 'guidance' insisted that I was meant right there and then to run the whole work through my mind, as it was important for this healing process.

So, rather dubiously I started trying, though couldn't remember exactly how various passages of the work connected, so I quickly foundered on that, and at that cue another inner voice told me it was important not to bring any music into my mind during this process, and especially all that stuff with augmented triads would be very problematical; it was best just to keep to the pretty-well pitchless rhythm I was constantly being given, using 'hm' for each syllable when I hadn't got words to fit in - except that it was also important that I break up that rhythm quite a bit too, so helping break up thought patterns associated with whatever I was healing through the Tiddles attacks.

Evidently I was getting conflicting messages - some presumably from my higher consciousness and some with mischievous or downright sinister intent from interfering entities. Anyway, I reckoned it was safest to keep off the music, and I felt happier now that at least I'd got definite word to keep playing little games with that tediously repetitive rhythm and have a bit more variety and flexibility about it.

What were the attacks like?

Before I go any further, let's clarify something. Because I'm enlightened (at least to a basic level), I do not experience the attacks from troublesome entities in the way that the vast majority of people would, and I can withstand massively stronger attacks than they would be likely to.

An important key to this is that for the most part I no longer get into the emotional states of painful emotions, but merely feel their feelings. So, when I am attacked with fear or panic, for example, I am neither frightened nor in a state of panic, but am simply the peaceful observer of some extremely unpleasant feelings, which may be very intense in a severe attack. Emotions can be combined in an attack, three particularly virulent combinations which I've experienced being depression plus panic, anxiety plus panic and revulsion plus panic.

One thing that greatly helps me keep on an even keel even during severe attacks is the knowledge from real experience that strong peaks of attacks do not last long, however menacing they feel. Indeed nowadays such peaks are especially short-lived because I have such a strong radiant 'presence' outside those feelings, which means that I'm powerfully dissipating them just by experiencing them, and the astral beings cannot keep up such an intensity of attack for at all long; for them it's like trying to keep an extremely leaky vessel full.

In my experience the overt attacks normally use fear and related emotions such as anxiety, panic and anger. Without my getting into their emotional states, I just feel extremely unpleasant feelings which seem pretty well physical, mostly centred at or around the solar plexus. Fear gives a deep menacing ache in the solar plexus. Anxiety gives a quite different unpleasantness - an unfocused sort of almost hot feeling extending from solar plexus up to the heart area and into my upper arms, while panic gives a solar plexus ache combined with a nauseous feeling and a particularly strong sense of aversion and unbearableness. Anger gives a solar plexus ache but a bit less focused than with fear, and with a very distinctive almost sore-feeling 'edge' to it.

During this hike I was keeping my attention on the walk and was deliberately not focusing on the sensations of the attacks any more than I could help. So I was vaguely aware of various combinations of the above nasty feelings arising, and I assume others mixed in too, which I don't remember now because it wasn't of any consequence to me. What mattered to me was that I was enjoying my decidedly odd hike and the discomforts were subjectively for me in that situation no worse than having a gut upset - AND it didn't even make me vomit or have diarrhoea. Indeed I've never had even the most extreme attacks ever cause me to vomit.

...Oh, that's interesting! Just this moment I thought to ask about grief-related emotions because during that hike I was not aware of any coming through. My higher consciousness tells me that in fact all the grief-related emotions were coming through in the right proportion in those attacks - but because I'd not been dwelling on the feelings, and particularly was not getting into their emotional states, I'd just been assuming that all the mucky solar plexus feelings were from fear-related emotions.

To and fro on Hamel Down

At last I got onto the track, which led to the road from Widecombe towards the Princetown to Moretonhampstead road, and then up the other side onto Hamel Down, Hookney Tor being the first top, sporting a curiously weathered collection of prominent granite crags - the meaning of the term 'tor' on Dartmoor. As I got onto easy walking on the track along the top of that very broad heather moorland ridge, my 'guidance' urged me to get off the track and onto the fairly rough heathery ground, for it was important that at all points the ground should be engaging me and not allowing me to get into a regular plod or mental autopilot. On significant gradients it didn't matter being on an easy track, for then the terrain was actively engaging me anyway, but on the more or less level I had to be on reasonably rough and uneven ground.

I descended a bit to the broad dip where nestled the ancient stone settlement ruins of Grimspound. The odd people were here - quite a popular focal point - and again I was nervously wondering whether they would see anything weird about me. No obvious sign of that, and I kept walking without seeking conversation. However, on the ascent the other side I encountered a small older-middle-aged group coming the other way, and when I paused to exchange greetings with the first of them to come, they seemed to respond very warmly to me, and the others who then arrived all seemed to be drawn to me. A little brief conversation had given me an opening for mentioning the Alexander Technique or / and The Work, to which they showed considerable interest, and I gave them a leaflet bearing my website address so that they could follow that up.

I got a feeling of warm recognition from those people - not just any recognition but the sense that they recognised me as a teacher, and my inner voice told me that they, or at least most of them, were actually recognising me from at least one previous lifetime, and they were more open now to such recognition because they were themselves well on the way to full consciousness within the day.

As I continued walking I was still a bit concerned about the postulated worldwide sudden mass 'death' of all the people who were not due to continue in the new, enlightened civilization. As it had initially been given to me, this was something that was going to happen during the day. I wondered what risks or indeed dangers I would face on the eventual hitch-hike home - though I understood that it was allegedly an important part of the current situation that I not know how this walk, and indeed this outing, would end. At least by now I was picking up the notion that the 'calamity' would occur late in the evening, so maybe it wouldn't be of concern to me. Anyway, I'd learnt by this stage in my life that despite the demanding experiences I was sometimes put through, there were clear signs that the higher powers were carefully protecting me and would not allow true harm to come to me.

It wasn't all that long before I came to the top of the southern slope down to Widecombe. What should I do now? Maybe I'd finish at Widecombe? "Any idea yet how much longer before completion of this healing?", I asked my higher consciousness. Very likely about half an hour.

Okay, so I'd hang around up here, contouring around onto the neighbouring spur, go down that a little, then come back up and contour back to here...  ...Which I did, with the attacks still coming although not at all so consistently strong now. I did have my doubts as to how even my higher consciousness could tell how long the process would take to complete. Wasn't it possible that it would gradually tail off over a very long time? What would happen if that were the case? Would I have to keep walking overnight too? At least I had a little LED headlamp in my rucksack, so getting benighted wasn't a complete no-no if it was really necessary.

So, were there now any signs of completion of the process? No. My 'guidance' agreed that overall, barring the odd brief stronger peaks, the attack level was falling off and would very likely finish very soon now, but it couldn't be absolutely sure about that. Oh well. I chose to return to Grimspound and in fact Hookney Tor beyond, so that if the process completed on the way I could then just continue to the road for Moretonhampstead and then hitch-hike home. However, the attacks were still continuing, albeit with the average level gradually reducing.

On drawing a sensible line under it all

There was still a moderate amount of time before sundown. From Hookney Tor to the north of Grimspound I turned around and started retracing towards Widecombe, asking my higher consciousness more about the state of the process now. I asked if it knew roughly what proportion of the material to be processed had yet to be cleared. I was told that it was in the order of billionths, and also that by the look of things this could run and run, very slowly tailing off. I asked "Is it essential that I try to keep going to clear it all, or is it for the highest good that now or at some point soon I draw a line and accept that a minute proportion of the total hasn't been processed in this session?" The answer came that drawing a sensible line any time from now on was in order and for the highest good (which latter, after all, does take into account my own highest good!)

I thus chose to continue to above Widecombe and then to return along the top of Hamel Down right to the road from Widecombe which joins the Postbridge to Moretonhampstead road - my arrival at the road then marking the final cut-off point if the process hadn't completed by then.

As I was returning from above Widecombe for that last time, still with briefly fairly strong attacks coming through, I was moved to carry out inquiry (using The Work) on a variety of very fundamental stressful thoughts which allegedly reflected particular accumulated stresses of the Creator consciousness. Certain of them caused me to stop briefly and cry intensely until I'd completed my inquiry on them. The light was already fading as I made my stumbling, crying-punctuated final descent towards the road, and I reached there at sunset (about 7.30).

And now for the return hitch hike...

At that point my 'guidance' acknowledged that a line had now been drawn, and now, while I started walking on the road (carrying a very well made and conspicuous EXETER sign) for my return hitch-hike, I was told that my higher consciousness was now starting to release the Tiddles beings from me. I was still under attack as long as they were with me, but I could feel a succession of definite changes, a minute or two apart, as each of my alleged relationship chakra cords connecting me to the Tiddles beings and keeping them with me was supposedly dissolved. This could all have been simulation from the interfering entities themselves, so I didn't get greatly excited about that, simply concentrating on walking in the Moretonhampstead direction and showing my sign to the occasional car that came.

Eventually, near the Beetor road junction, it now getting to the dark side of dusk, a returning farmer in his four-wheeler picked me up. He was going part way to Chagford, but most kindly diverted to take me to Moretonhampstead, where I arrived in the dark - though the centre there was lit. I was greatly relieved that the farmer didn't seem to notice anything spooky about me and in fact I felt a lot of warmth from him and a sense of his liking me a lot. Presumably, if today's weirdo happenings really were what I'd been told, this man was himself getting close to full consciousness and so I was feeling his increased openness.

My 'guidance' was not to wait here in the little market town, however, but to continue the open-ended adventure aspect of the whole outing, by walking in the dark, on and on along the unlit road towards the Merrymeet roundabout, being prepared to walk all the way if necessary. Fortunately there turned out to be a more or less full moon, so except where large trees cloaked the road in shadow I had sufficient light to walk by, although it was a bit dangerous in that in some positions cars might not see me in time and I could possibly get hit.

As I walked along here I received the message that people would not be reaching full consciousness yet; they'd wake up tomorrow in that state.

When I eventually got to the Sandy Park area I did finally get a lift, and then it was a relatively normal hitch-hike for the remainder of the way home, with another lift from by Whiddon Down services into Exeter, arriving home about 10.30 p.m.

Those final two return lifts produced no surprises - just kind people with warm and friendly 'vibes'. Evidently there was no need for supposedly higher powers to do anything freaky to make anything happen now.

A post-hike big surprise

Right there back in my flat I was breathing sighs of relief that apparently I'd done whatever major thing I'd been meant to do, and amazement that at age 64 I'd walked the longest walk that I'd done in the region*. Little did I know that the day still was to spring upon me a most magnificent and awesome surprise.

* My longest mileage ever was in about 1962 - a solo 36 miles in 8 hours' walking (!) on very easy ground (mostly tarmac pavement and canal towpath) from Harrow Weald (Middlesex) to near Tring (Hertfordshire) and retrace. I'd done that in everyday shoes and had rather sore feet at the end!

As you can imagine, back here in my flat I had many feelings of scepticism about what had gone on during the day - but the matter of that extraordinary outward lift couldn't be dismissed at all and definitely pointed to something very special having been going on - and indeed the day's attacks from my little Tiddly Widdles likewise pointed to something very much out of the ordinary.

Another thing that told me something special had happened to me was the enormity of what I experienced while I was getting my simple evening meal - something for which I was completely unprepared, so that I felt to be reeling in incredulity as the experience hit me.

As soon as I'd arrived home and removed my shoes, the first thing I did - which was now what I pretty well always did upon return from a hike - was to put on a particular CD of Frank Perry's incredible Tibetan singing bowls music, called Chakra Healing. It is such restful and relaxing music, but also, the tracks for the higher chakras have for me a spellbinding visionary quality that is powerful and extremely difficult to describe - especially the seemingly incandescent Third Eye Chakra track.

As the music played this time it all seemed more vivid than usual, but when it came to the track for the so-called third eye chakra - really, it is very difficult to find words for the enormity of what I experienced then. Imagine a continuous music of eternity (although actually playing only for some 12 minutes), whose intensity is like a never-ending electrifying orgasm, but not of the body. It was a total indescribable ecstasy of mind and soul in musical sound. I could hear a whole plethora of strands and shifting relationships within the continuous sound which I'd never heard before - but again, when I listened in a more normal way for an instant I realized that actually I wasn't physically hearing anything more at all; my mind was hearing a huge part of the music which was beyond the physical.

I cried and cried intensely as I underwent this experience of ecstasy and rapture, the like of which I'd never even dreamed of before in my life. To talk of beauty is hardly to touch the radiant - even incandescent - magnificence and splendour of this...whatever it really was.

My 'guidance' then explained to me that, having reached full consciousness, I was for the first time hearing - as others would when they had full consciousness - the true music of the Elohim, which cannot be directly heard by a human's ordinary mind. Certain Earthly music links one to the music of the Elohim and then, if one has or is close to full consciousness, one's higher consciousness hears the Elohim music and integrates its experience with that of the lower mind which just hears the physical music.

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Picking up the bits - making more sense of it all

Okay, now let me tell you things that I resolved or sorted out subsequently which make some more sense of the proceedings on that hike. I had written a lot in this section at various stages after the event, which incorporated continuing confusions and deceptions which I was receiving from astral entities because I was still channelling. I have finally (in April 2008) chosen to wipe all that out and replace it below with a new follow-up and explanation, clear of all my earlier confusions, now that I'm not channelling at all and am getting much more clear of astral interference.

Let us be completely clear that all my channelling and listening to or accepting 'guidance' was enabling astral ('dark') entities, posing as the particular alleged higher sources, to communicate with me and lead me seriously astray. Actually, through all those problematical channellings I was receiving communications from a pure and reliable source (my own deepest aspects), but the catch was that they were being relayed to me by astral entities, which were adulterating them to fit the big and troublesome story that they were seeking to involve me in.

I have used energy testing to support or otherwise my direct intuitions about various aspects of the events of that extraordinary day in my life.

That mysterious outward lift - "He will be surprised but will know where to go."

My understanding as to what most likely was going on concerning that freaky outward lift is as follows:

During my initial wait, when the astral entities determined that a particular car was approaching with people who were themselves quite open to hearing communications from astral entities (although they may not have been aware of the fact), the entities actually 'spoke' to them, so that they both actually heard a man's voice saying "That man over there needs assistance. Would you please stop for him." - simultaneously being gently attacked with a feeling of obligation to stop for me. So, no wonder they seemed quite disturbed and assumed that something was wrong, and also didn't seem to really want to have picked me up in the first place.

Then, once we were on our way, the couple were attacked with uncomfortable feelings of fear together with pseudo-thoughts to give the impression that there was something very untoward and probably spooky about me, then also, as we were approaching the Merrymeet roundabout, the entities gave them pseudo-thoughts about stopping off at the next Services in order to purchase something as a pretext then to get rid of me. Then, just as they were pulling into the Services car park, they both heard that mysterious man's voice again, saying "Please say to this man, 'This is as far as we're taking you'. He will be surprised, but will know where to go." - and simultaneously the entities attacked the couple more strongly with the fear feelings, also giving them pseudo-thoughts which had the effect of distorting their visual impression of me to make me look subjectively 'weird' to them  - and hence their looking all shaken up, as though they'd seen a ghost, when we all got out of the car.

That was it! I think this was most likely true, and my energy testing supports every detail of this, because it explains precisely what I observed, with no loose ends that don't 'add up', and from hard personal experience I'm all too familiar with such control tactics of astral entities. I was struck particularly by the clear and definite way that the driver told me just "This is as far as we're taking you" - carefully calculated words - rather than making an excuse or openly admitting that they didn't feel comfortable with me and apologizing for not wishing to carry me further. There was no embarrassed searching for words; it was very much as though he had been instructed to say those very words and no others. In all my thousands of hitch-hiking journeys I have never before or since had anyone behave in such a manner towards me.

Also, the notion of that couple's being interfered with to distort their visual impression of me is very valid indeed. In fact the entities did just that to me when I looked at my face in a mirror once I was back at home that day, to convince me that I had undergone a major change (supposedly having reached or almost reached so-called full consciousness, and no doubt also to convince me that I'd now look weird and even frightening to pretty well anyone else). If I hadn't at that point been expecting myself to look possibly somewhat strange as part of a very positive process I could well have been very disturbed and indeed scared about what I saw of myself then.

Had I really attained full consciousness?

No, not at all! Indeed, all that stuff about 'full consciousness' was astral ('dark') sourced bullshit of a seriously pernicious sort. As related in Interference and Attacks From Astral ('Dark') Entities, huge numbers of people are being led into extremely long-term horrendous problems through the astral forces disseminating through New Age and various healing and 'spiritual' traditions a belief that Humanity or at least a significant proportion of Humanity are now very close to 'ascension' into an actually fictitious non-physical '5th dimension'. I was similarly being astrally bullshitted into an alternative but equally fictitious scenario involving attainment of 'full consciousness' here on Earth - a scenario which some have called 'ascension on Earth'. Belief in either scenario creates an astral realm (illusory reality) for the believers in it, which then would most likely ensnare the person's consciousness at the time of death and cause the immense problems described on the abovementioned page.

So, I can 'thank my lucky stars' that I've released myself from that extremely dangerous and harmful snare that had been given me by the astral forces.

What was happening for Humanity

The alleged great healing for Humanity

After the hike the entities posing as my 'higher consciousness' gave me the story that the healing that I'd supposedly done during that hike was actually not directly upon people at all but was on an alleged template of human emotional makeup in the purported 'collective human consciousness'. Then, allegedly, from August 2007 people's 'higher consciousnesses' (or 'higher selves') would start using that template to bring about swift clearance of all emotional issues for the particular people, to enable them to move rapidly to the state of 'full consciousness' by 6 years from then. Although the target year for Humanity in general to reach 'full consciousness' wasn't told me directly, the 7 years from that September 2006 hike pointed to the (in)famous 2011, beloved of so many New Age and mystical movements and traditions. For me that sounded (and still sounds) an immediate warning bell, for that is all part of the astral agenda to get us hooked on astral realms (illusory realities) in which 2011 would indeed appear to be tremendously significant, actually for the mass ensnarement of people by the astral forces in some sort of 'heaven' (which would very likely be experienced as something far from 'heaven' by those involved once they can no longer turn back) in which their processing by the astral ('dark') forces could get going in earnest.

I thus fully distance myself from that story, while not actually ruling anything out, because we cannot actually know what will or won't happen in the future. If there is such a template which people are now using or going to use for fully positive self healing / self realization purposes, then that's great! If there is no such template, that's great too!  Things are simply as they are, whatever anyone believes.

So, on the face of it, this story about a great healing for Humanity was all just astral-sourced bullshit for the sake of further building up the 'weasel' story in which I was destined to shortly become some sort of world 'spiritual' leader or 'father figure', and in preparation for that I was to be the Great Healer and effectively Saviour of Humanity (although the actual word 'Saviour' was never used to me) - an astral realm in which I could get ensnared and then be pretty well fully in the power of the astral forces.

However, this is not quite so straightforward because something very powerful with apparent healing potential did appear to be going on during that hike, even though, as I say, at face value the story I was given and involved in was seriously troublesome bullshit designed to lead me very much more deeply into the clutches of the astral forces.

To be as grounded (at least in most ways) as I was on that hike and remain peaceful observer while constantly severely attacked by the entities with trauma 'energy', and to be maintaining a clear healing intent for Humanity (as well as myself) during that whole process, very likely indeed did bestow some sort of healing effect upon people in general, even though it was presumably not the sort of thing that would immediately and obviously 'save the world' or be noticed by anyone*. At a very deep level we are all connected, and indeed at our deepest level of all we are simply fundamental consciousness or 'the Ultimate'.

* One person did write in soon after I'd originally written this page following the event, telling me that she was sure that she was experiencing major healing resulting from the abovementioned alleged template. Although I cannot absolutely rule out that that was indeed happening (how would anyone ever know for sure?), I see it as much more likely that the particular person was herself being taken in by elements of the astral sourced story that I was being given, and the cause of her own self healing process accelerating at that time was most likely something else.

It could even have been her reading this very page and most likely certain others on this site which had in some way opened her awareness more and thus enabled her self healing process to become more active.

So, although nothing can be proved, I assume that some sort of benefit for people in general did arise from that outing of mine - even though it would appear at face value to be only a drop in the ocean. However, we need to remember that each drop in the ocean counts to make it what it is, and so each is to be welcomed as a very positive thing, and in the case of healing through connections in consciousness we cannot know that there would always be such a mathematical relationship, and just maybe even one healer working in the right way to fulfil an intent of fundamental consciousness itself might actually in one taxing session have a greatly disproportionately large positive effect, whether or not that effect is ever noticed by anyone or attributed to a specific source.

That mass exodus from the planet - fact or fiction?

I think a good way to describe it now is, a lot of old dinosaurs' testicles! However, while it's helpful to be light-hearted about such issues, it is necessary also to say that that story was all part of a seriously harmful agenda, and I felt considerable relief at letting it go with the rest of the astrally sourced stories and convolutions. Again, of course, I can't say categorically that such a thing won't happen, but the simple truth is that none of us has any means to know such things, and indeed we have no reason beyond the astral sourced stories to expect such a scenario. All the channelled stories about our future - including those in any hallowed ancient teachings - are all basically from or at least greatly distorted by astral sources, and so are best fully ignored.

However, I would put a word in here to say that there IS tremendously good reason to expect a major cull if not full extinction of Humanity on Earth at the rate things are going at the moment. I say that not on the basis of any channelled story or esoteric teachings but simply on being aware of how we are HUGELY too many for our planet to sustain for more than a short period now, and we STILL have not got the screamingly obvious 'message', that if we don't take drastic action to reduce our numbers pretty well immediately, the results of our lack of self-responsibility will overtake and very likely overwhelm us. Again, it is the astral forces which are blocking people's awareness and cultivating the fixation on procreation as being the primary fulfilment in people's lives (one of their myriad upon myriad of deceits).

The aftermath for me of the big hike

Right at the beginning of the hike my 'guidance' explained to me that after completion of my big task for Humanity on this hike through being bombarded with "massive" 'Tiddles' attacks, 'Tiddles' would then be released from me and in place of the attacks I would start to receive a "massive" healing from what were supposed to be higher sources.

This I understood to be the major healing and repair of my various physical issues (including the skeletal wear) which had been predicted in a channelled reading by a high grade* medium in July 2006. In her reading she'd said that my physical state would get "a lot worse" over about the next three years owing to the effects of the astral beings in my aura (which her channelling source said would be with me for seven years yet) but then would level off, and then in years 4 and 5 this powerful healing would come in and restore me to a significantly better physical state than for quite a long time.

* I don't mean by this that that particular medium, or indeed any other, is good or safe to go to for a consultation or 'reading' (please see Better Without Channelling), but simply that she was much more deeply aware and positive in her outlook than the vast majority of those who regard themselves as mediums. That in no way renders benign the astral sourced deceptions which she would inevitably and unawarely be channelling.

So, how did things work out?

Although allegedly the astral entities (which I was calling Tiddles) had supposedly been released from me at the end of that hike, it turned out that I still had interfering entities. Allegedly these were 'parasitic extra-terrestrials' called Hathors, but I'm now clear that this was all just more 'story' to keep me engaged with the astral forces. Basically, no entities at all had been 'released' or sent off from me, and now they were starting to work on the next stage of what was actually a particularly sinister attempt to get my awareness sufficiently ungrounded for them to stage a partial walk-in upon me.

Another part of the fiction was that I had 'relationship chakra cords' or indeed any sort of chakra cords connecting me to astral entities, though I have no doubt that I had a variety of energy implants in my non-physical aspects which made it easier for the entities to interfere with and attack me.

By the end of that hike I noticed that my badly worn neck vertebrae seemed to have got distinctly worse, with more scrunching of shredded cartilage and rubbing of smooth bone against bone than ever, and these ominous signs seemed to be a bit worse still the following day. My 'guidance' was then telling me that indeed the vertebrae were rapidly disintegrating, and even within that day my neck would break as it failed any longer to hold up the weight of my head, and I would die in a gruesome and excruciating manner. An elaborate and quite gruesome scenario was put to me to explain why this was all supposedly meant to happen.

This was actually yet another fiction from the interfering entities, but owing to my issue of poor grounding of part of my awareness at that point, I was failing to distinguish properly between their fictions and reality.

I had a sleepless night and was being attacked again, in ways that made it seem that my body really was in a process of disintegrating and dying - and of course I was given an elaborate and indeed awesomely apocalyptic fictional reason for this and why I was supposedly going to fall, upon my imminent death, into a succession of every hell and night terror that anyone had dreamed up during the history of all Creation. Another sleepless night followed, with the threat seemingly increasing. I was getting a bit afraid to get up off my bed in case something horrible happened to my neck. Also this was resulting in me getting skimpy about getting meals for myself...

This led into a crisis, complete with further severe attacks, which took me into my third hospitalization. During the second day of my hospitalization I became aware of what seemed to be massive healing energies, supposedly from a high source, coming into my neck while I lay in bed very early that morning, and allegedly that was another template healing, and could theoretically have done a very major repair of the worn vertebrae, but that would have required me to lie there on my back motionless for about an hour - which was not workable for me and so the energy matrix which had allegedly been placed in my neck got broken up by my movements and the healing couldn't proceed at all far. However, it had restored my neck to its crappy but at least usable state pre-big-hike, so there was no longer any serious threat of a ghoulish head-falling-off scenario!

That of course was all more old dinosaurs' testicles from the astral entities. In reality, what they'd been doing was to interfere with me in ways that tensed up certain of my neck muscles to cause poor alignment of the vertebrae, which in turn resulted in the adverse effects that I'd been noticing. They then gave sensations to simulate an actual healing occurring, while the only positive thing that actually happened then was that the entities eased off with their interference with my neck muscles, so that naturally the vertebrae were able to get back into better alignment and so the nasty scrunches and rubbings of bone on bone markedly reduced again.

I was also given a fiction about a 'template' healing for my whole being, which was allegedly going to be carried out in stages over the following months. That 'healing', supposedly using an energy template taken from the historical king Gilgamesh at age 25, was allegedly going to transform my body so that it had a biological age of 25 and it was going to have nearly all the features of the alleged historical king Gilgamesh. Wow!

I hope needless to say, I've let go of that story. However, like so many of the astral sourced fictions, it was no doubt based on elements of fact. In this case, particularly because of my having purchased an Energy Egg just back in July of that year, my deepest aspects were actually aware that I was bound to eventually follow that particular direction and take on methods by which I could reverse a good deal of what people normally regard as the natural ageing process, and so become stronger and healthier than I'd ever been - even though a full restoration of all physical issues would not be possible, and there would presumably be no 'magic' reduction of my biological age; I'd simply have exceptional vitality and strength for a person of my age, and at least potentially live a bit longer than I'd have done otherwise.

In 2007 I did indeed take on such methods, as detailed in My Own Self Realization Path - Updates, and additionally they have been powerfully enabling me to progressively reduce the entity interference and attacks.

Further hiking and life experiences

After the hospitalization following the 9th September weird hike, I got back into hiking again, but soon ran into a severe flare-up of arthritis in my right knee, which put paid to my hiking outings for the whole winter season. Then very gradually this eased and I gradually extended the occasional very short, level walks till in March 2007 I broke through and started having hikes again, albeit short and with great care taken to minimize stress and jarring on that knee. Then once I'd taken up the Returning Life Sequence and other practices, and also energy testing, from Stephen and Lynda Kane in May 2007, my hikes became progressively longer and the knee aggro gradually diminished, so that by the time I officially became a State pensioner (age 65), I'd just walked the 21 miles and over 1,100 metres of ascent from Exmouth to Beer once more. The arthritis continued to recede, and ceased to be an issue at all.

My clear understanding is that the arthritis was a result of a progressive weakening of parts of my non-physical aspects by the repeated interference and attacks from the astral entities, and indeed from the very presence of the parasitic lost souls attached to me (see further below), and actually a healing process for all that (albeit initially not nearly as fast as was occurring from May 2007 onwards) had already begun when I purchased my first Energy Egg in July 2006. If I had not bought that then, almost certainly the arthritis would have been more serious and would not have recovered significantly, and other major physical problems would have started manifesting.

So, although I've had no further weird encounters my life experience is changing dramatically and I'm feeling not just more happy and energetic but like an altogether new and more powerful person. One effect of the Energy Egg, which has been reinforced by the subsequent practices and measures that I've been taking, was that soon after that September 2006 hospitalization I started getting up 1½ hours earlier - 5.20 instead of 6.50. That didn't reduce significantly my amount of sleep but did somewhat reduce my amount of time lying in bed awake and wanting to be asleep, and allowed me to have more productive days without putting any unhealthy pressure on myself. However, my actual day length was really only about half an hour longer, because part of the 'deal' was to go to bed an hour earlier than I had been doing. This feels very positive and exciting, as though entering into the identity of an altogether new and more powerful person (even without all the astral sourced story about my becoming the new king Gilgamesh and all that!).

That dratted metrical rhythm

Oh yes, that! It was really something of a relief for me that I was able to confirm a little nagging thought that had been at the back of my mind - no doubt itself a communication from my deepest aspects. The story about the need to use that rhythm had not come at all from anywhere worthwhile but from the astral entities, which on the face of it had been wanting to get that rhythm implanted into my mind well and truly so that, supposedly, it would manifest in my speech and writing, to make me a channel for their own controlling energies! To what extent exactly that could have happened I don't know, but it was clearly some sort of means of instilling astral control into my mind, however much or little of that I would then subsequently pass on to other people.

So, using my clear intent, I dumped that nonsense, and whenever that rhythm came up in my mind I disrupted it with a few strong rhythmic glitches, and soon it no longer came to me at all.

So, watch out everyone else! If you ever have 'guidance' directing you to think in this rhythmic form -  -and walking and walking and raiding the store - and walking and walking all over the Moor! - then you've got astral entities trying to gain control (or more control) over you and you'd do well to ignore or keep disrupting that rhythm, however important your 'guidance' tells you it is - and you can happily ignore your 'guidance' (as any apparently external source) altogether.

Indeed, if you have 'guidance' instructing you to do anything, you've got astral entities seeking to control you and bring you firmly into their clutches.

Those past life connections of mine with certain people

Yes, you've guessed! More old dinosaurs' testicles!

-- Except that, like so many of the astral sourced fictions, that story was based on elements of fact. There was something which needed explaining, and had appeared to be explained by those actually fictitious 'energy cords' connecting me to certain people. The true explanation is given in My Own Self Realization Path - Updates.

So, the masses of emotional trauma material which I'd been carrying throughout my life, and with which the entities had been attacking me, were indeed not my own but belonged to an exceptional load of parasitic 'lost' souls - allegedly 30 of them - attached to me. There was thus plenty enough emotional trauma material attached to me, even though it wasn't my own, to enable the entities to attack me in a sustained and severe manner on that weird hike without anyone trying to explain it as material from the 'collective human consciousness' or from 'a template of the human emotional makeup' - or indeed as just something 'wrong' about me (which of course would explain nothing at all but would have satisfied some ego through having put a pejorative label on me).

On this basis I think it's extremely unlikely that any healing at all for Humanity was occurring in the way that the entities were making out. However, as I've already noted, the mere fact of going through such massive and taxing experiences while remaining the (relatively) well grounded peaceful observer of all that I was experiencing - all with a clear intent of healing for Humanity - would have had some positive effect, however small.

That powerful musical experience after the hike

My understanding now is that the ecstatic experience was actually an attack from the astral entities. It is extremely little known that the intense ecstatic experiences that people have, whether it be erotic, sexual, aesthetic or 'spiritual', are pretty well all greatly magnified by if not almost completely caused by such attacks from astral ('dark') entities with particular painful - yes, painful! - emotions, which until we're very advanced indeed in our emotional clearance and self realization process, we misinterpret as intensely pleasurable and ecstatic.

I was given that particular ecstatic experience associated with the particular music specifically for the purpose of the entities then leading me on to all the story about the so-called Music of the Elohim as part of the whole illusory reality that they were seeking to get me to create for myself (including the fiction that I was the sole incarnation of the very first of the Elohim) so that I'd get more deeply ensnared by the astral forces. Fortunately I've had the clarity to eventually see through all this and get clear of it.

My current 'reading' is that there were quite a few grains of truth in the story that I was given about 'the Music of the Elohim', but they didn't all belong together, and had been put together in a way which was designed to seriously mislead and help to cause me major problems.

In a nutshell, then...

So, I do not actually dismiss the possibility of positive things for Humanity having happened as a result of my 9th September hiking experience despite the fictitious nature of the stories that I was being given, but I just keep clear of that notion and get on with life in the present. Whatever is, is, and whatever was, was, whatever that was - if you see what I mean!

Let my experiences serve as a warning to others about the grand designs and schemes affecting us which purport to be from 'higher' sources but actually are ALL from the astral ('dark') forces.

We need to bear in mind, too, that it is ONLY the astral ('dark') forces which set purported specific timescales or chronology for supposed future events. That is in the nature of the forces of power and control, but is not in our own deepest nature, which is everything to do with aware and responsible free choice. If there is any sort of true 'higher plan' for Humanity from 'the Ultimate', it would be very different from the fixed plans that come to us from the astral sub-reality of illusion and delusion, and it would be based on an unfolding of events on the basis of an immense matrix of possibilities and probabilities with no imposed describable plan or schedule.

...And of course the inevitable afterthought. Considering the extent and persistence of the astral forces' dishing up lots of old dinosaurs' testicles to me, no wonder the dinosaurs became extinct!