ONE RIGHT
WEIRDO HIKE
-- What Do You Make of This? 
Bold single-day solo hiking
adventures in which I hitch-hike to and from the chosen route
within the day have been a regular feature of my life from about 1981,
and when I opened up as a healer they developed a strong sense of
underlying purpose about them, with some inspiring and occasionally
extraordinary 'guided' encounters.
On Saturday 9th September 2006 I was manipulated by what I
took to be 'higher' powers into a most extraordinary hiking situation,
whose alleged
'higher' purpose must surely have been unprecedented - if indeed it was
really
true. Indeed I ask, what do you make of this? 
The later explanation which is included is
eyebrow raising and
educational for us all.

IMPORTANT CAUTION
This page relates great
confusions which astral
('dark')
entities* were able to take me through because,
like so many people, I'd
been fondly imagining that with sufficient diligence I'd be able to
channel reliably from a true high source which would be reliable - and
also that it was somehow important for us to know of the higher
'reality' that would thus be revealed. This was actually one of the
regular deceits that the astral ('dark') forces give us in order to get
us unwittingly involved with them.
I therefore ask you to read
the following account with
that in mind, for I am deliberately leaving many of my errors of that
time in place. I have at last learnt the underlying lesson, as you can
read in Better
Without
Channelling, and, apart from educational situations
such as on
this page, I've removed just about all channelled information from this
site,
together with all supposed insights gained from that channelled
information.
One of the errors in the
account below is the
assumption that I was channelling / receiving guidance from my higher
consciousness. In fact I understand now that the notion of a
separated-off higher consciousness was itself one of the astral-sourced
'New Age' fictions that I'd taken on board, and what was really
happening was that a very deep level of my consciousness which my
ordinary mind couldn't 'hear' directly was being listened to by the
astral entities, which then relayed a highly adulterated version of its
wise
and 'enlightened' thoughts to my ordinary mind.
As
I explain in Better
Without Channelling, that is how ALL channelling
and gaining of clairvoyant
information occurs, and that underlines what I'd already been getting
to see: that ALL information so gained has come via astral entities
('the dark side') and so needs to be discarded, no matter how wise,
'enlightened' or uplifting it may seem.
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Introduction
- the background
My
hiking outings
I have had a single-minded motivation to go on long single-day
hiking
outings on
a regular basis from 1981 onwards, though what really
set the ball rolling was my falling in love with walking on the
Scottish mountains in a 12-day Easter visit in 1979. Because I wanted
to go back there again and again, and wanted to walk on the mountains
there far and wide, and in view of certain weaknesses in my knees and
ankles, this was a strong motivation for me to keep doing long and
strenuous hikes on Dartmoor or strenuous coast path routes in order to
keep up the strength of my legs for the mountain trips.
There's nothing so especially unusual about that, of course -
except that nearly all the walks have been solo, even in the remotest
and most rugged situations, and, with the odd exceptions, I've kept
pretty strictly to hitch-hiking
out and back, even for walks in the Land's End area, some 120-130-ish
miles from where I live in Exeter. That makes for very long days
indeed, with many uncertainties and requiring a very open mind about
detailed outcomes and the time of my return. I've never met nor heard
of anyone who does this - at least in such a regular and single-minded
way.
Once I'd opened up as a healer in 1998 I found that the
average type of people who picked me up in the hitch-hikes changed
markedly, and more than 50% of these people were then strong spiritual
healing channels themselves, and distinctly spiritually
'open'*, even
though usually being unaware of their healing abilities.
I soon became able to sense accurately such things about
people and would usually tell them, so that on my outings I was giving
information to them which was at least potentially very positively
life-changing. A sense of higher purpose in my outings thus developed,
and also I'd often during my hikes be sending out love and healing
energy / intents to all Humanity, because hikes, especially out in
wilderness or otherwise wild and rugged places, seemed to me to be the
ultimate sort of meditation in which I could send out healing energies
widely, even on a global scale. This was not a matter of giving away my
own energy but of allowing myself to be a channel for the
highest-sourced healing energies, as a result of which I'd always come
out of a walk feeling energized and invigorated.
This sense of higher purpose became further underlined when I
eventually had certain extraordinary - evidently strongly guided -
encounters with particular individuals who purportedly
had
exceptionally strong
past life connections with me.
Then, in late 2003, when I ran into problems with astral entities
pretending to be higher beings giving me
information and guidance, I was given a far-out scenario in which
supposedly I'd been set up by the highest powers to do all those hiking
outings in that particular way because it opened my consciousness in a
unique way that had a unique function for the whole Universe. This
appeared to be part of an agenda of these interfering entities to
adulterate useful channelled information with misinformation to try and
convince me that I was unique in a very special way, thus adding to
their various
schemes to try and make me feel as isolated as possible and be
generally regarded as insane.
However, I noticed that there was a tendency for the fictions
that I was given to be based on true or at least very plausible
situations, so I was left
wondering whether there might yet be some very special if not actually
unique purpose for my hiking outings, which was yet to be revealed to
me.
In 2004 I was given different but very plausible misguidance,
to the effect that I no longer had any need or cause to walk such long
walks as I'd been doing up to that point, and it would make sense for
me to relax and take somewhat shorter walks. I actually believed that
one, so that my 17 to 21 miles became about 10 to 12 and occasionally
14 miles.
However, in 2006 I found that from late July onwards I was
developing a new enthusiasm and strength for taking myself to my limits
again, and so I reverted to the sorts of length I'd been doing before -
and indeed even a bit more - feeling that this was leading up to
something, and particularly having at the back of my mind the need to
build up extra strength again if I was going to have my intended
Scottish Highlands trip in May 2007, which would be my first mountain
trip
since 2000 and was intended to serve a joint purpose of my releasing
hundreds or even thousands of ghosts along the way (as I now
understand, another of the fictions from the astral entities in order
to convince me that I had 'special powers').
My
self healing path
I have gone to some lengths to describe the considerable
personal convolutions and trials of my intensive path of self healing
on my
page, My Own
Self Realization Path. From 2004 onwards, attacks
from astral entities
often plagued me,
but although these entities were genuinely trying to
control and indeed wreck me, in practice, because I was enlightened, I
could experience the attacks as a peaceful observer instead of getting
into nasty emotional states and getting traumatized anew - the result
of which was that each attack, although feeling very unpleasant, was
actually healing a chunk of the stored trauma emotion which I was
carrying, and thus was a sort of healing process for me despite all its
troublesome aspects.
In March 2006 I took up The
Work, which brought forward my remaining healing
process in leaps and bounds, and it quickly seemed that I must surely
have cleared out just about all of my issues - yet the astral entities
were still somehow finding trauma
material to attack me with*. Eventually, in late August
2006 I started tentatively asking some questions of what I took to be
my higher
consciousness, having had a year's embargo on all channelling because
of all the interference I'd been getting.
I was told categorically that I'd cleared all my emotional
issues (supposedly in July 2006) - yet still more material was
surfacing in strong attacks from the astral beings, so, where was this
coming
from? Could the entities be attacking me with other people's material?
The answer I got was that they couldn't actually do that in
the normal course of events, but I was in a unique situation because
well over 4,000 years ago I had made a soul-level decision to carry out
a very bold experiment in the long-future lifetime in which I was
scheduled to completely heal all my big accumulation of emotional
traumas - that is, this very lifetime. The experiment would be this: in
that future lifetime (i.e. this one), before my birth my higher
consciousness would create strong healing energy links with a number of
other people who were especially strongly connected with me through
similarities of soul origin and many deeply loving connections having
been made in different lifetimes. They could all be described as soul
mates of mine - and there were 26 of them.
The point of making such connections with these 26 soul mates
was that then, whenever I was healing myself, whether through spiritual
healing or natural emotional release or any other method, I would be
simultaneously healing similar emotional issues of all these people.
Now at last I had an explanation for the massiveness of what
I'd understood to be just my own self healing task in this lifetime,
and why, when, allegedly I'd cleared all my issues, the attacks from
the astral entities were still strongly bringing up emotional nasties. Yes, I'd taken on for this
lifetime the simultaneous healing of 26 soul mates' emotional issues as
well as my own very considerable ones!
This led quickly onto my being guided to do some healing work
(using The Work) on the Creator consciousness's
own stresses accumulated over the various Cosmoses and universes - and
particularly the issue of existential terror. When I did this I
promptly had an attack from the astral beings bring up a very strong
wave of terror and related trauma feelings, but I rode it and
understood that it was releasing through me, so healing a chunk of the
existential terror stored by my 26 special soul mates, and, because of
our particularly close connections with the Creator consciousness (as
they were all more or less directly Elohim sourced), through us and
this healing a chunk of the Creator consciousness's own stress over the
issue was being released.
After that I kept getting further waves of trauma feelings
surfacing for release through me (i.e. really simply strong attacks
from the astral entities). This was the situation on the two
days prior to the hike which I describe below. Now it's time to draw
the healing and the hiking threads together, and I caution again that
during the ensuing account I'm leaving my various misinformations and
misunderstandings more or less intact, but will pick up the bits in the
follow-up section at the end...
My
hike on Saturday 9th September 2006
First thing, I was getting indications, apparently from my
higher consciousness - but always with the possibility of fiction
creeping in from the interfering entities - that I had now achieved full consciousness*
(as a result of having cleared all my emotional issues), and this could
be problematical as in that state I would be liable to freak other
people, for a person with full consciousness would look and 'feel' very
strange to ordinary people and would have many special powers. I was
meant to get out on the hike to get away from people and have more
trauma energies, this time from all Humanity, emerge through me to
release (via attacks from the astral beings) while I was out on the
hike. Meanwhile, as a result of that healing, a major part of the rest
of Humanity would also achieve full consciousness and the other part,
of different soul origin and not so suitable yet for an enlightened
civilization, would die, so that they would leave the planet to
eventually incarnate in another, far removed, star system. Exciting
stuff, hey!
It's
what they call an
unexpected outcome... 
As usual I set out early for the outward hitch-hike - about
7.0. I felt it was the turn of a walk from Mousehole on the Cornish
coast path to Land's End, continuing to Sennen Cove just beyond - or
indeed extending to Cape Cornwall (making it a full 19 miles) if I got
very good outward lifts and had an early starting time for the walk.
This was right down at the south-westernmost tip of Cornwall and indeed
of England.
I walked my usual half-hour's walk from central Exeter to
Alphington Junction on the A30 dual carriageway, feeling nervous lest I
be conspicuous and seem strange to anyone who saw me, and placed myself
on the filter lane as usual so that I could get both slip road and main
carriageway traffic.
I waited some 40 minutes, and then noticed that a car from the
main carriageway had pulled in for me further up the filter lane.
Something was odd, however. Both the couple in
the car got out and stood staring at me as I half-ran towards them. I
don't remember having both members of a couple in
a car that had stopped for me ever getting out before - and staring at
me like that. Then, when I came up to them their energy felt strange,
as though they thought something was wrong. The fellow asked "Are you
all right?". I was mighty puzzled, replying "Sure!" and asking where
they were going. Anyway, I got into the car with them, and learnt that
they were going to Truro, so it was quite a good lift, especially as I
always got picked up pretty quickly just beyond the Carland Cross
roundabout where they'd be dropping me.
Nearing the Merrymeet roundabout, which comes before
Okehampton - only about 12 miles out from Exeter - the driver said
they'd got to stop a moment at the Whiddon Down services just off that
roundabout, to buy something. When we stopped there, however, the
couple both started getting out of the car, with a very difficult
atmosphere as though they'd seen a ghost, and the fellow said "This is
as far as we're taking you." No apology, no explanation; just a strong
feeling about them of fear and something being very wrong. I'd never,
never ever had anything like that happen before. Another thing that
struck me was that although in the car they'd not discussed prematurely
dropping me off here, they both seemed 100% unanimous in what the
fellow said, almost as though they'd telepathically come to a complete
agreement as to what to do when they stopped here. It was not at all
like the usual situation of one member of a couple doing the talking
and the other meekly agreeing.
The Merrymeet junction
improvement - a hitch-hiker's nightmare! (4th October 2006)
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.
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! 
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.
Overlooking Chagford from the top
of Meldon Hill (4th October 2006)
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.
My descent route from the top of
Meldon Hill, with the open moor
and Hamel Down prominent in the distance (4th October 2006)
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.
Grimspound and Hameldown Tor from
Hookney Tor (4th October 2006)
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).
The final rough heathery slope I
descended from Hookney Tor to the minor
road from Widecombe at sunset (this view at midday, 4th
October 2006)
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.
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.
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'.
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.
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.
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! 
If the astral ('dark') forces' fictions and deceits were not
causing
big
trouble for us, I'd have taken my hat off to them for their apparent
abundant
creativity
at least in making up elaborate and indeed intriguing and, all too
often, compelling stories - not only in and surrounding the 9th
September situation recounted above, but through my ordeals which
followed on from that into my hospitalization in the following days.
The elaborateness and fascinating quality of the fictions and
'story' and related visuals that I was given, up to and including my
second night of that hospitalization, were truly breathtaking - hugely
more than I could sensibly write down - and involved my being at times
taken into astral realms - particularly an extremely realistic replica
of the hospital and
all its staff, where various things happened which certainly didn't
happen in the actual physical hospital. After all that, I understand
all
the better how astral entities can get people fascinated with 'working
on
the dark side' - but what is sorely lacking in all that is love and
true happiness, freedom from suffering, and proper freedom of choice.
People who get lured by 'the dark side' let their intellects
get
carried away with the fascination,
leaving their 'hearts' behind, and very troublesome consequences
invariably follow.
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