Reading “Bashar: Blueprint for Change” yesterday, I came across a thought that had been waiting for me to find: each time we reincarnate, we are unique.
Two thoughts immediately came to mind: we are like snowflakes falling from the sky, with no two being identical; and astrologically, even one second of one minute of one degree causes something in each one of us to be different, even when born as a twin. That wasn’t ‘news’ to me, but it did help me resolve one of my persistent niggles when it comes to past lives.
The linking features of similar planetary positions and/or aspects in natal charts shows the connections between different historical (and some other unknown) figures. What has bothered me is the idea that I could be several people from the past, some even living dual lives during any specific time period. That seemed impossible.
But the overarching awareness missing from my personal Karmic Astrology research is that we are ALL in this together, and that we each have chosen a limited perspective in order to experience life as ME, separated from everyone ELSE. Our journey is to break the barriers down and see our essential UNITY, our true spiritual community as ONE.
My daughter, Rosanna, sent me the link to this book’s pdf version. It’s not often that one of my children gets to do this. But I so appreciate her ‘intervention’. This one is an eye-opener.
Be warned: this document is 241 pages long, and it’s a bit unwieldy to navigate. You cannot copy and paste passages, and there is an advertising banner from yumpu.com at the start. I’m about 25% through the text, and the information is sooo Harmonic Convergence…
Here’s the back cover from the paperback version:
Meet Darryl Anka (October 12, 1951)
Although normally listed as an American spiritual medium, Darryl Anka is Canadian-born AND a cousin of Paul Anka. His channeling of Bashar started 10 years after he had a CEI (close encounter of the first kind in 1973). Bashar is an enlightened extraterrestrial entity, supposedly Anka’s future self.
Behold the birth chart of a modern mystic! That Yod (Finger of God) pointing at his Midheaven (and closely conjunct his natal Moon in Pisces) is very auspicious. The inconjuncts are Neptune and Pluto. And Uranus is conjunct his Cancer Ascendant. And just to make the point even more clear, his natal Venus and Mars are conjunct to each other and both inconjunct to his Jupiter.
If for no other reason that this: I am advertising a coming event, because I believe him to be the real deal.
Am I just being picky, or has my BS detector gone into overdrive? Since 2012, a Canadian woman (a transplanted Brit, actually) has been acting as a trance channel for Ananda. No doubt living on or near Salt Spring Island in BC has something to do with the Buddhist flavour of her work. But she hasn’t answered my request for birth details, so all I know is she was born in the UK in 1958. That’s hardly enough to create a birth chart, is it?
Courtesy of channelingjesus.com
New Book by Tina
“This book is designed to be a companion text to your larger A Course in Miracles book. It is designed to assist your understanding of the daily lessons offered in A Course in Miracles workbook with guided daily commentaries from Jesus channeled through Tina Spalding.
“These commentaries came through daily during Tina’s yearlong reading of the lessons of A Course in Miracles presented on YouTube in 2019. Many have found them very helpful in coming to understand the meaning and purpose of the lessons.”
So Exactly Who Is Tina Louise Spalding?
Tina Louise Spalding was born in England in 1958, emigrating to Canada with her family in 1976. Raised in a family that visited psychics often, the world of the non- physical was no stranger to Tina. But she found the modern world challenging, and at the age of 42, after two divorces and with a deep dissatisfaction with modern life, she moved to an island off Canadaʼs west coast to pursue her art work and heal.
This was a difficult time for Tina, separated from her two sons Alex and Kieran, she found solace in a spiritual text called A Course In Miracles, and focused intently on its teachings and practices. Time passed, and after ten years of internal transformations initiated by this book Tina felt drawn to teach this life enhancing philosophy, but she was not prepared for the form that it would take.
On the summer solstice of 2012 she was infused with a powerful and ecstatic energy as she laid down for a nap. Little did she know that a group of non-physical teachers, that would be known as Ananda, were preparing her for what would become her lifeʼs work, speaking, writing and teaching the core principles of Truth. That summer she channeled Making Love to God, and in October of that year began speaking for Ananda as a full trance channel.
Tina has dedicated her life to writing and speaking for Ananda and other non-physical beings, sharing their wisdom and spiritual knowledge.
Now, ordinarily, I avoid trance channels, if at all possible, apart from Jane Roberts’ Seth. But when I saw this YouTube video I thought to myself, ‘Oh-oh, here she comes again.’
Having thoroughly researched this individual’s life and death (and, perhaps, her reincarnation), I felt I could spot an unconscious fraud, if there was one. And there was one, in this case.
The ‘story’ didn’t ring true. My own experience with this celebrity was coloured by the individual who thinks she is MM reincarnated, and it has certainly made me shy away from some aspects of the Karmic Astrology work, but the knowledge gained has been an education.
It also helps me spot the real from the fantasy.
“Dear Ones”
There is an American living in Ireland who essentially does the same work of trance channeling. He also starts his channeling sessions with a similar body movement (head back then brought forward quickly, as if being animated by another entity) and then ‘he’ welcomes his ‘dear ones’.
Are there extracurricular night classes where one can learn these affectations? I wonder.
As a documentary, this little film is perfect. From our usual limited perspective (meaning, on dry land), we presume to be the Masters of the Universe. But, underwater, we are just observers, normally. Welcome to a new horizon, folks: welcome to her world.
The film takes us through the year of this octopus’ life (for that’s the length of it normally). The tentative (and curious) approach by the creature’s tentacles may be a metaphor of how we are to alien species who seek to observe us. And, if I’m being honest, the full-on embrace of this octopus was a revelation. There were only two times that she rested on his chest, but that second time was just before she went through the final purpose of her short existence: procreation. I suspect she knew it was the last time that she could get close to this human.
That moment was heartfelt.
Penguin Bloom (2020)
I love magpies: they are intelligent and they are ‘real’ in the sense that they know “stuff”.
This film is based on a true story (so not a documentary). The magpie, named Penguin by the Bloom children, provides the inspiration for a paraplegic woman to start to live her life again.
It is a privilege to witness the developing relationship between the Bloom family and Penguin, even when told through the medium of cinema. The bird adopted the Blooms, not the other way around, and that why I’m linking these two films together. We are One family.
Boris Pasternak (February 10, 1890 – May 30, 1960)
I watched this BBC program some time in 2018. It inspired me to read “Doctor Zhivago” all over again. It helped me to appreciate the man who wrote the book.
Most astrology sites list Pasternak’s birth time as 4:00 pm. Only one person decided that it should be 11:54 pm instead. I’m agreeing with Starkman as the chart is then rectified to his subterfuge (Neptune) at age 66 to smuggle the manuscript out of the Soviet Union and his subsequent Nobel Prize (Pluto) at age 68. He died at age 70. There are four inconjuncts.
Moon Inconjunct Neptune
People with this aspect often hide their real feelings and make sacrifices for others that they do not really want to make. Then they resent the person who asked for the sacrifice. You must learn to tell people how you really feel; if you do not, you have only yourself to blame for what happens. You must learn to accept that you are responsible for your own life. Do not act as if you are the victim of strong forces that you can’t control, because you can control them.
Mercury Inconjunct Saturn
A particularly serious problem can be feeling suspicious of others, which later in life will turn into a cynical attitude about people’s behavior. True, it is good to be aware of the realities of life and not [be] overidealistic. But you shouldn’t look at life in the worst possible light. You need to be surrounded by positive and optimistic people, and your parents should try not to be too negative around you and to make sure that you experience the best and most cheerful aspects of life. You will learn soon enough what to expect of the world without having your nose rubbed in its less desirable features.
Neptune Inconjunct Ascendant
The more positive way of dealing with this energy is by giving freely before others try to take it from you. In order to do this, you have to feel good about yourself and confident that you will always have enough for yourself and others. One side of you likes to help and take care of people and will not feel taken [advantage] by those whom you give to. In the highest expression of this aspect, what you gain for yourself will not mean as much as what you gain for others, which is the effect you should work for.
Pluto Inconjunct Ascendant
However, you should not avoid people who force you to observe yourself and the world very clearly. Such people will come into your life at times when changes must occur. While you are young, these people might be your parents or a special teacher. You probably will resist their influence, because what they show you will be hard to take, but you must accept it, for they have the highest concern for your well-being.
With your friends, you must learn to give in at least as often as you get your way. Don’t let either you or your friend become dominant. Winning, losing and compromising in equal measure are all part of getting along, which you may find hard.
His Death Chart Confirms the Birth Time
The Yod (Finger of God) is pointing at Venus @ 3° Gemini. The inconjuncts making this happen are connected to Jupiter (expansion) and the Ascendant (personality). It couldn’t be more fitting, could it? The people of Russia came to love Pasternak more that their hated Soviet Union. And Pasternak loved his mother country back with the fierceness of a baby bear.
The Combined Charts
That Yod in his ‘death’ chart is now (also) pointing at his natal Neptune @ 2° Gemini. The two Ascendants are within 3° of each other, almost aligned to his natal conjunction of the Moon and Uranus. Double Scorpio Rising is powerful. But he couldn’t keep the secret forever. It took 20 years of his life to write the full story of his love for Russia. By the time of his death, Boris Pasternak had fully completed what he had set out to do.
The Roman Catholic Church knows a thing or two about spiritual communion. In fact, Southern Baptists, like Billy Graham (and now through his son, Franklin) say essentially the same thing: “Invite Jesus to come into your heart.” I did this at age 9 at a Baptist Summer Camp…
This will be my last post about Strieber’s latest book “A New World”. Since he is so good at documenting dates and time, I know this chart is real. And I wasn’t surprised to see a Yod pointing at the Moon, from inconjuncts to the Sun and Jupiter. How appropriate!
There are two other inconjuncts, involving Saturn and the Midheaven and Mars and Uranus.
And Neptune is on the Descendant in Pisces.
Sun Inconjunct Moon
This aspect suggests that there is a subtle conflict going on inside you that many sometimes create emotional problems. The Sun signifies your conscious personality, the way in which you act and the kinds of activities that you like to get involved in. The moon signifies the emotional and less conscious side of you. It indicates the habits that take over when you are not acting consciously and feelings that come up from deep inside you. The inconjunct aspect between the Sun and Moon means that the Sun part of your personality is quite different from the Moon part, and it may be hard for you to relate them to each other. It is as if you are divided in two, so that whenever you have to make an important decision, especially one that involves your feelings, the different sides of your personality want to go in opposite directions. You sometimes find it difficult to decide if you like something or if you want to take part in some activity.
Moon Inconjunct Jupiter
This aspect indicates that you have a positive, optimistic outlook on life, and you enjoy socializing with good friends. However, there are some dangers with this aspect. First, it can be a sign that you are self-indulgent and possibly selfish, although this is not likely to happen if you have a good, strong relationship with your mother. You have a great need to be cared for and supported, to be accepted for what you are with no strings attached. If this need is fulfilled, the positive side of this aspect will flourish. But if your mother does not support your needs fully, you will feel insecure and will look elsewhere for support and fulfillment. In this case your concern will be totally for yourself with little thought for other people’s needs.
Then I saw a woman with a lovely, sweet face. I couldn’t tell if they were physical or not. I did not seem to be dreaming, but they were also not plainly standing beside the bed. They were in a place that will, I suspect, become more familiar as we go deeper into communion, which is the quintessential “dangerous perhaps,” the uneasy edge between our ordinary world and the greater mystery in which it is embedded. The woman seemed at once a stranger and yet also very familiar to me, and seeing her inspired a poignant sense of memory. I asked her, “How long have you known me?” She replied, “Since you were born.”
Strieber, Whitley. A New World (pp. 222-223). Walker & Collier, Inc.. Kindle Edition.
And her, what of her? All in white, she stood, a girl like a drop of sunlight, a young mother I thought, and I felt her as a mother. But she cannot be mine. In those few minutes, I was under the water of life, in a place that communion must inevitably take us, where our demons and angels dance together, sweetly singing and beckoning us to walk the cliffs of knowledge, ever closer to the edge.
Strieber, Whitley. A New World (p. 223). Walker & Collier, Inc.. Kindle Edition.
When I first read Whitley Strieber’s book (“Communion”) in 1987, I didn’t pick up the huge hint that Anne Strieber had implanted into the title. In fact, it wasn’t until this morning that the penny finally dropped. What was I thinking it was about for all these years?
The sharing or exchanging of intimate thoughts and feelings, especially when the exchange is on a mental or spiritual level.
We are so used to thinking about the Eucharist rite of the Roman Catholic Church that we completely miss the point that Jesus was trying to impart to all humanity: communion.
5 And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites. For they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen by men. Truly I tell you, they already have their full reward. 6 But when you pray, go into your inner room, shut your door, and pray to your Father, who is unseen. And your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you. 7 And when you pray, do not babble on like pagans, for they think that by their many words they will be heard.…
Whitley goes on to explain that the usual process for humans is to perceive the exterior effects, while the ‘visitors’ seek to be part of the interior motivation. And only by having both can we succeed in life. (IO) It is a binary world after all.
To me, this communication, coming just as I was finishing this book, meant that they want deeper communion—in fact, that there is a demand there, although a gentle one.
They are not going to force anything, and there is also an element of play involved. Thus, the use of a child’s toy that represents a lethal weapon.
Back at home the next night, I felt regret for the conditions I had placed on the entity. Again, I asked for guidance.
The next night, things returned to normal. Before the early morning meditation, there sometimes appears hanging in a line on the window beside my bed a series of hieroglyphics. They are not Egyptian and are generally only there for a moment. I do not understand them, and so far I cannot say that I have seen the same sequence twice. This happens only a few times in a year, and it happened that night. What it signifies, I don’t know, but as soon as I saw it, I went to do the meditation, which became so deep that it was as if I was sitting in another world and in this one at the same time.
I let my body be open to the need I sense is there.
If I had continued to refuse, would the plea have become more forceful? Would the gun have become some sort of genuine threat? It’s a question I cannot answer. I can only forge on, trusting myself and the visitors as best I can, never forgetting that communion is not about doing something new, but accepting something that has always been part of human life by bringing it into conscious awareness. When we do this, there is an exponential leap in richness for both sides. I know this because, on October 16, 2019, I finally allowed entry while I was in full consciousness. Not only that, I managed, quite by accident, to record the moment in audio.
As I’ve said, despite years of trying, I’ve had very little luck with video. On the afternoon of the 15th, I happened to see that there was such a thing as a “sleep recorder” app that records sounds made while you sleep. I thought that maybe I could experiment with this. When the evening of the 15th arrived, I sensed that the visitors might make a close appearance—not necessarily physical, but very close. After an extremely deep 11 PM sensing meditation that lasted the better part of an hour, I went to sleep. After the 3 AM meditation, as I was falling back to sleep, I felt weight come down onto my legs. Unlike what happened with the vesica piscis, I felt within me a calm sense of welcoming. I was open. Then I fell asleep.
In the morning, I listened to what the sleep recorder had picked up. To my astonishment, amid the predictable grunts and snores, there were some words. Just after 4, I say in a sleep-dense voice, “What is that?” Then, a second or so later, still coming up from sleep, “Oh, Mature.” Another few seconds pass and I say in an entirely different voice, rich with pleasure and anticipation, full of sensual joy, “Teach me, Mature.” A short time later, there is a little sigh that does not sound like me. It sounds feminine. A sound expert has analyzed it, although not too deeply, and also feels that it is feminine. But there was no woman there.
Or was there? After about fifteen minutes of silence, I am heard grieving for Anne.
Let me explain what I understand of what happened. First, the use of the word “Mature” as a name. I think that it is used in place of “Master” because that word is too ego-charged. My sense is that the visitors prefer a word like Mature, which indicates somebody who has no need to drop into the physical world again. In other words, what we would call an ascended master.
Except for the sigh, the entity never makes a physical sound. In my experience, there have been almost no physical words. “Have joy” and perhaps a few others. What I remember is a sense of intense intellectual contact causing pleasure that was almost sexual in nature. If you can imagine an exploration of ideas so beautiful and intense that it was like a form of spiritual sex, that might be in the direction of what I felt.
I think that this whole book might have been examined in those few moments.
Strieber, Whitley. A New World (pp. 219-222). Walker & Collier, Inc.. Kindle Edition.
The Gospel of Philip calls this the Bridal Chamber
The chief sacrament of the Valentinians seems to have been that of the bridal chamber (nymphon). The Gospel of Philip, a probable Valentinian text, reads:
There were three buildings specifically for sacrifice in Jerusalem. The one facing the west was called “The Holy”. Another, facing south, was called “The Holy of the Holy”. The third, facing east, was called “The Holy of the Holies”, the place where only the high priest enters. Baptism is “the Holy” building. Redemption is the “Holy of the Holy”. “The Holy of the Holies” is the bridal chamber. Baptism includes the resurrection and the redemption; the redemption (takes place) in the bridal chamber.
As Sophia was united with the Saviour, her bridegroom, so the faithful would experience a union with their angel in the Pleroma (cf. the “Higher Self” or “Holy Guardian Angel“). The ritual of this sacrament is briefly indicated: “A few of them prepare a bridal chamber and in it go through a form of consecration, employing certain fixed formulae, which are repeated over the person to be initiated, and stating that a spiritual marriage is to be performed after the pattern of the higher Syzygia.” Through a fortunate chance, a liturgical formula which was used at this sacrament appears to be preserved, though in a garbled form and in an entirely different connection, the author seeming to have been uncertain as to its original meaning. It runs:
I will confer my favor upon thee, for the father of all sees thine angel ever before his face … we must now become as one; receive now this grace from me and through me; deck thyself as a bride who awaits her bridegroom, that thou mayest become as I am, and I as thou art. Let the seed of light descend into thy bridal chamber; receive the bridegroom and give place to him, and open thine arms to embrace him. Behold, grace has descended upon thee.
Other key features of the doctrine of the Bridal Chamber included the use of mirrors as part of the decor and the idea that those who had partaken in the rituals would be able to beget children in the world to come.
(This whole passage comes from the Wikipedia article about Valentinianism.)
So, just to be clear: I am not suggesting that the ‘visitors’ are anything more than observers. But their purpose in our lives is to remind us that we are not alone in this Universe.
Open your heart to that thought and let enlightenment shine in.
It seems the most unlikely of links: Whitley Strieber follows the ‘sensing’ exercise as suggested by George Gurdjieff. This brought the light of his soul to the attention of the ‘visitors’.
Creating this type of friction is central to the way the visitors teach, and as a matter of fact, its use is also important in the Gurdjieff Work. Mr. Gurdjieff would create situations that would challenge his students’ egos and force them to face themselves, either driving them away or spurring them on. Gurdjieff called it puncturing the “hot air pie” of ego. My hot air pie has been leaped up and down on for many years by rude little men, and I am much the better for it. As I will discuss later when explaining how building a strong soul enables one to render moot the fear of them, the first lesson they ever gave me was about the danger of arrogance and the importance of humility.
I think that I’ve been in their school ever since that dream. When it happened, the two forms involved were nowhere in the news and not in my life. But there they were, kicking me out of the university that I have been studying in ever since!
Just as maintaining the double arrow enriches one’s life experience, doing the sensing exercise enables the sharing of self. While you are doing it, they can enter the silence of your mind and join you in your life experience. For them, this is more than a pleasure. I suspect that, when they are in their normal state, it is an utter delight for them, and I would think that they want to experience it with as many of us as possible. I suspect that Anne intuited this early on, which is why she insisted that our book be called Communion. Contact is not just about our learning new science and making new social and cultural discoveries. It is, more importantly, about this sharing of self. And incidentally, this has nothing to do with what is called possession. That’s exactly what the visitors don’t want to do.
For them, I don’t think that anything is ever new. For us, everything is always new. They may know reality outside of time. We don’t really know what the next second will bring. They hunger to share our sense of newness.
I think that the reason for this is explained by an insight that was published in the April 1977 issue of the magazine Science. D.B.H. Kuiper and Mark Morris made the observation that any intelligent entity appearing here from another world would have essentially nothing to gain from us except the results of our own independent thought. They would be after newness, and they would therefore be concerned about our state of preparedness to engage with them. As Kuiper and Morris speculate, “We believe that there is a critical phase in this. Before a certain threshold is reached, complete contact with a superior civilization (in which their store of knowledge is made available to us) would abort further development through a ‘culture shock’ effect. If we were contacted before we reached this thresh- old, instead of enriching the galactic store of knowledge we would merely absorb it.” They continue, “By intervening in our natural progress now, members of an extraterrestrial society could easily extinguish the only resource on this planet that could be of any value to them.” Having been involved with them now for so many years—for much of my life, really—I feel that this is indeed the reason for their secrecy. But they now find themselves in a quandary: Our planet is failing so rapidly that if they continue to hide and wait for us to catch up, we might go extinct first, or enter into a period of chaos that will destroy what progress we have made, causing them even further delay.
Fortunately, it’s not clear that our making more scientific progress is the only thing that holds them back. I think that what I might call psychospiritual progress is at least as important, and probably more so.
This would be why they have lavished so much more attention on this non-scientist spiritual seeker than they have on any scientist I am aware of. I learned, first through my Gurdjieff work and then by working directly with them, a grammar of communication that is both efficient, in the sense that progress is steady, and fruitful, in that the richness of communication is rapidly increasing.
The sensing exercise not only opens us to them and enables communication, it sends out a signal that communicates a good deal more than a laser pointer. When we place our attention on the nervous system, it glows in their level of reality like a little ember. Our dead can see this, too.
Strieber, Whitley. A New World (pp. 47-50). Walker & Collier, Inc.. Kindle Edition.
16 Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven. (Matthew 5:16 KJV)
Gurdjieff’s original thought was that spiritual entities (such as angels and demons) feed off of our emotions, because somehow they need us as much as we need them. Isn’t that amazing?
I’m not being glib, here: these things happen all the time, it seems. You travel along a road in the country, one that may have even been familiar to you at some time in the past, and suddenly, when you turn a corner, the whole picture changes into something that used to be there. Disorienting, for sure
I had an experience like this trying to find the road from Port Carling to Ferndale in Muskoka on September 20th, 2015. I wanted my sister, Anne, who was visiting from BC, to see the former grounds of the Canadian Keswick Conference. I couldn’t locate them anywhere. It was as if the whole landscape had reverted back to one hundred years ago. I wonder why?
Other people have referred to these accidental time travels as timeslips. It’s proper term is ‘retrocognition‘.
Whitley Strieber recounts a similar effect while in the proximity of Wounded Knee.
I had been invited to a small conference at the All Nations Gathering Center on the Lakota Sioux Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota, where I was to give a talk about The Afterlife Revolution. It was hosted by Dallas Chief Eagle and his wife Becky and organized by Mia Feroleto, publisher of New Observations Magazine.
Before going, I had learned some of the reservation’s history, but it had offered no clue about what was actually going to happen to me there. Like most people outside of American Indian culture, my awareness of the spiritual power of their religions was very limited. Being a Texas German, I was aware that my ancestors had a high opinion of their religion and spiritual development. Why, I did not know. I do now.
I also knew that Pine Ridge was the site of the 1890 Wounded Knee Massacre and the Wounded Knee occupation of 1973. On December 29, 1890, the US Army had opened fire on a group of 300 Lakota Sioux, killing 90 men and 200 women and children. In 1973, Wounded Knee was occupied by 200 Oglala Lakota and members of the American Indian Movement in protest over corruption in the tribe’s government. This led to a siege that lasted two months that left two Lakota killed and fourteen wounded, and two FBI agents killed and a US Marshal paralyzed. Such is the intensity of the feeling about the incident that Peter Mattheissen’s book about it, In the Spirit of Crazy Horse, was the object of libel suits prior to its 1983 publication. It is generally now considered an accurate narrative of the uprising.
I also learned that Oglala Lakota County was the poorest county in the United States, with an average annual income per person of just over $8,000. Officially, the average life expectancy on the Pine Ridge reservation is 66.81 years, but statistics attributed to the Pine Ridge hospital cite a life expectancy among women of 55 years and men 47 years. Suicide rates are high, especially among teens, driven by the sense of hopelessness that infects their lives like a virus. During the winter of 2015–2016, one 12- year-old girl killed herself because her family could not afford heat, and she could no longer bear the cold. Alcoholism affects 85% of the population. Drug abuse and crime are rampant, and living conditions are dreadful beyond anything I have ever seen in my life.
None of this is an accident or due to laziness or any such issue. It is because of the location. During the 19th century American Indian wars, the Lakota Sioux were intentionally confined to this place because it is so lacking in resources. Distances are long, so work off the reservation isn’t economical for most residents. Because of its isolation, lack of good farmland and general scarcity of exploitable resources, there are few jobs on it, contributing to a chronically high unemployment rate.
While I found an oppressed people there, I also found that it was a place of great human spiritual power, in fact, power beyond anything I have ever known anywhere. I have some idea of what this power is, which I will discuss in depth in a later chapter. I had not been on the reservation for more than a few hours before I began to feel it. And when I say feel, I am not talking about something vague—some sense of unusual energies. Far from it.
On my first morning there, when I happened to close my eyes during a drive of half an hour or so, I saw movement behind my closed lids—what looked like shadowy trees and rolling hills, but not the ones we were passing. Surprised, I opened them immediately. I couldn’t understand why I’d been seeing anything at all. When I closed them again, what I saw simply took my breath away. I sat there watching an entire second landscape flow past the car. Although it seemed to be twilit rather than sunny, the effect was so vivid it was like wearing a virtual reality headset.
I was flooded with strong, poignant and yet contradictory emotions. There was at once a sense of homecoming and homesickness. It wasn’t as if I was in two places at once, but rather looking out the windows of my heart into two worlds that have been locked forever in a secret embrace and seeing that wonderful, sweet thing for the first time.
As we drove along, I sang out the different features I was seeing. “There’s a creek over there, we’re passing under an arbor of trees, there are long hills on the horizon. Oops, the road’s gone off down the hill.” Among those in the car who heard me doing this was our very kind driver, Kevin Briggs, who unfortunately could not close his eyes and look as the others did. Conferees Alan Steinfeld, Ananda Bosman, Annie Wegner-Nabigon and others did close their eyes. Some saw it vaguely, others not at all. Ananda, Annie and I saw it most clearly. Ananda saw it while we were in the Badlands, Annie saw it on one of our rides.
Even though the image was shadowy, it was extremely detailed. I could pick out individual trees, fields, even a narrower version of the road we were on. After a few moments, I realized that I was watching not another world altogether, but another version of the landscape we were passing through. It was a bit more rough, with occasional gorges and generally wider streams. The other road was not only narrower, it wasn’t graded. The result of this was that it sometimes wound off down a hill while we continued along the graded version in our world. This would leave me with the uncanny sensation that the car had taken flight.
The vision didn’t go on for just a few minutes, but for the entire time I was on the reservation. It continued whether I was riding in a car, walking, sitting or standing. For those three days, I was living in two landscapes at once. After I closed my eyes, it would take about thirty seconds for the other world to appear, but it did so reliably. When I was standing somewhere, I could look down and see grass and gravel that was not present in this world. I could bend down and look closely, even to the point of being able to count the number of petals on flowers and observe the details of grasses and the discolorations on stones. I could touch and smell nothing of the other world. In this sense, it was very much like out of body travel, which detaches you from those senses. I was not physical in that world, and I have to wonder if that might not be how our visitors experience this one. I tried using the sensing exercise as a tool for physically moving into the other world, but it didn’t work. Nevertheless, it is my strong sense that what we think of as technology is not what enables things like this to happen. I think that it’s something to do with attention, concentration and the brain, and possibly also requires the cooperation of an outside energy that is itself conscious. My thought is that my lifetime of doing the sensing exercise and the changes in my brain that have resulted have made me more able to see this other universe and, to a limited extent (so far), interact with it.
Strieber, Whitley. A New World (pp. 71-75). Walker & Collier, Inc.. Kindle Edition.
It would seem that the location is fixed, but the time is layered, like the skin of a Glass Onion.
I told you ’bout Strawberry Fields You know, the place where nothing is real Well, here’s another place you can go-o Where everything flo-ows Looking through the bent-backed tulips To see how the other half live Looking through a glass onion
I told you ’bout the walrus and me, man You know that we’re as close as can be, man Well, here’s another clue for you all The walrus was Paul Standing on the cast iron shore, yeah Lady Madonna trying to make ends meet, yeah Looking through a glass onion
The Beatles
I have a friend named Cat who can do this same timeslip viewing, remotely. In 2017, she sat on one end of the phone line, while I sat on the other, and she ‘saw’ events from my own historical past that would ordinarily be unknown to anyone else. Cat, who is psychically gifted, was also the connecting link between myself and Kate (or my mother, Jean, since their birth dates are one day apart, but with a quarter century difference between). I did that famous PsyCard reading while on the phone that day. It also turns out that Cat was one of my ‘unseen’ helpers that took part in my graduation to Higher Knowledge in January of 1984. Strange, that, eh?
Conclusion
If time is a man-made measurement to help us keep track of historical and current events, then it shouldn’t come as any surprise that spiritually we can slip the knots every once in a while.
Sometimes, one wonders if the death of a spouse is such a traumatic experience that everything that occurs after it seems to take on extra significance.
Such is the case with Whitley Strieber and his wife, Anne.
In their case, he is convinced that she has been in contact with him, and that, now that she is on ‘the other side of life’ she is helping him make sense of the whole ‘death’ process.
But, before we explore that, let’s take a look at the woman herself:
Not knowing her birth time, I have rectified her chart to show the age she married Whitley (Mars, age 24) with the age she started to have strange experiences with him (Neptune, age 23). As you can see, she has that similar Venus/Mars conjunction that Whitley has, but this time they are in opposition to her Ascendant in Aries, square her Midheaven in Capricorn. Interesting. There are no inconjuncts, so no hidden issues, to speak of.
Combining her chart with Whitley’s we get a clearer picture of their relationship:
For slow moving planets 14-and-a-half months does not seem to make that much difference for the two individuals. So we have to look at the faster moving planets and lights to get a handle on their partnership dynamic.
Whitley’s Sun is conjunct Anne’s Uranus in Gemini; her Saturn is conjunct his Moon in Leo; her Ascendant is aligned with his 12th House cusp in Aries; and her Midheaven is about 4° from his South Node in Capricorn. Obviously, she reincarnated with him to help him in this phase of his learning experience. How else could you explain it?
She even named the book about his first ‘known’ contacts with the visitors “Communion”. She must have known something intuitively that would prove vital later, after her death.
She Hadn’t Wanted Him To Have the Implanted ‘Device’ Removed…
At about 4 in the morning on Wednesday, September 18, 2019, a stunning event took place that explained a great deal more about the implant. Since I experienced the movement of the implant I’d been feeling a paresthesia in the area, I had become more and more nervous about it. During my meditations in the nights leading up to the 18th, I was complaining and saying that I was going to get it removed if the sensations didn’t stop. (They were later diagnosed as a pinched nerve in my neck.)
On the 17th, I did my usual 11 PM meditation, then at 3, the second one. I was in bed, just getting to sleep when I heard a soft knock on the door. I looked at the clock. It was 3:44. I got up and went to the door. I have heard these knocks many times and generally peer out the peephole before opening the door, always to find nobody there.
This time, I swung the door open and there stood two men. Before I could so much as gasp in surprise, I felt a change come over me that was akin to the twilight sleep one might be given during a minor surgery. It was not so powerful that I couldn’t walk or move or talk, but I was definitely no longer in a normal state.
Incredibly, I recognized one of the two young men. I had last seen him when he was about twelve. He had been with his two sisters and an individual who may have been from the Department of Defense. They were special children with capabilities that most of us do not possess, primarily an ability to read minds. When I saw him when he looked about twelve, it was 1996, so he was now in his mid-thirties.
I wish I could say more about the circumstances under which I saw him then, but there is very little more to say. The children were introduced to me in a public space and immediately began talking to me in my mind while the adult they were with watched me with twinkling eyes and we all laughed with delight. Because it was delightful. They were delightful. I was just thrilled to see that there were human kids with this capability. I don’t know how many there are, but I hope many, and that many more are being born. I have no idea how it works, or even theoretically how it might, but it is a wonderful thing and a real advance in human evolution. May these kids thrive and may their tribe increase!
Anyway, I recognized him at once, and I was absolutely amazed to see him. He gave no indication that he recognized me, and by that point, I wasn’t capable of speaking or even moving very much. They were being very careful with me, and with good reason. I would damn well take a picture, steal an artifact—anything I could manage—and anybody from that side who works with me must know that perfectly well. They sure did.
In any case, they had a small portable typewriter with them. It looked like something that was commonplace before computers. I was told that it was what was used to generate the words that race past in the slit in my eye. I looked down at it. He put it in my hands. I said that I didn’t see any sort of radio or anything. It was just an old typewriter. Very trim and surprisingly light.
He then explained that the words I see aren’t generated outside of my mind but are drawn up from deep in my unconscious. When they are typed, they appear in the slit. Thus, they are drawn from a level of my mind that I cannot reach to the edge of consciousness where I can make use of them.
I asked how in the world that might work without any communications device. He explained to me that it was in the typewriter’s platen. So I asked again how it worked. He said that he didn’t know but that it had been developed by a Dr. Raudive.
This name was vaguely familiar to me. When I Googled it the next day, I found that this was a Dr. Konstantin Raudive, who had been a colleague of Carl Jung and who had worked for years on what is known as EVP, or electronic voice phenomena. This involves the design of devices that enable people on the other side of the barrier between the living and the dead to communicate. After his own death, individuals using EVP found that they could communicate sporadically with him. He was continuing to work on the creation of this technology from the other side.
In fact, the only other person I know who has the slit open up in his visual field that has the words racing through it is a man who has studied EVP for most of his adult life and is an expert on the work of Dr. Konstantin Raudive. He reports that an object appeared under the skin of his right forefinger sometime in 2018, but is not sure if he could see the slit before that or not. (Of course, I discovered that he could also see the slit the day after I learned about Dr. Raudive, another of the strange coincidences that fall like rain on a clear day when the implant is involved.)
The two men explained that it had been repositioned because it was stressing my right eye. The intraocular lens in this eye, the membrane behind it, and the retina have all been affected by calcium deposits over the past few years when I have been using the implant almost constantly. (An intraocular lens is a replacement lens that is used to correct cataracts.)
They then asked me if I still intended to have the implant taken out. As the IOC can be replaced and the membrane removed and the retina is not symptomatic, I said that I would not. They then left. I stood there staring at the door. My mind was racing. I was still in twilight sleep and had to move very carefully until it wore off a bit. I tried to go to my couch and get back into the sensing exercise, but I could not manage it. I was exhausted and instead fell into bed and into a deep sleep.
A few days later, the study of the CT scan came back: The implant they didn’t want me to take out isn’t there.
Or is it? I wonder what would happen if I had the calcium deposit that remains removed. Or would it race off to some other part of my ear like the metallic object did in 1997?
One thing is sure: If you don’t like mysteries, especially unsolvable ones, stay away from the close encounter experience.
I no longer think that the implant has anything much to do with nonhumans. The fact that I didn’t learn to use it until after Anne passed away, and that it continues what she did when she was alive, which was to be a fabulously brilliant muse to this struggling scribbler, and what I learned on the morning of the 18th has convinced me that it is a communicator between the living and the dead.
Strieber, Whitley. A New World (pp. 66-70). Walker & Collier, Inc.. Kindle Edition.
That may seem like a lot of information about the implant and its effect, but I have a point to make, and it involves Anne.
It was in September of 2015 that I had noticed a dramatic change that seemed related to it. I happened to be in a room with a white wall that the sun was shining on, when I realized that I could see a neat oblong slit in my right eye. It was filled with movement. When I concentrated, I could see words racing past, but too fast to read more than the fact that they appeared to be typing. It was perhaps the most familiar of all fonts: Courier.
I peered at the speeding words in disbelief, then awe. This was clearly not a hallucination—or if it was one, it was, to say the least, unique. It appeared to me to be that technology was being applied. When I did manage to read an occasional word, they seemed random. Over time, though, I realized that this was not the case. The words were related to what I was writing, but not directly. For example, I started writing a historical novel, In Hitler’s House. When publishers saw that it was written by Whitley Strieber, nobody would buy it. This isn’t only because of prejudice, of which there is undoubtedly some, but due primarily to the fact that my sales have been weak for years. I published it myself under the pseudonym of Jonathan White Lane.
What I found, as I worked on the book, was that the words flashing past would increase the richness of my associative process. If I thought, for example, about the way a certain character might react to an insult and came up with the word “arrogance,” words like “ignorant,” “fire,” “loneliness,” “childhood” would be speeding past. The way that they were and are indirectly related to my thoughts enriches the associative process and adds depth to my writing. But it does more than provide enhanced association like this. It is also a marvelous research tool.
The novel is a faux memoir by a young German American who innocently falls in with Hitler in 1931, becomes an allied spy in 1935, and stays close to Hitler until the end of the war. To write it, I needed to know details about life in the 1930s and life with Hitler that were so true-to-life that they would seem to have been written by somebody who was actually there. I found that the implant would respond to direct questions but in quite a unique way. For example, I asked it, “What kind of toothpaste did Hitler use?” A day later, even though I was looking in Google English, it turned to German, where I found a reference to a book written by one of Hitler’s valets. I bought the book, which was in German. As it happened, the next night I was with somebody who spoke fluent German and was willing to translate it for me.
If this had happened only once, I would think that it was a coincidence. But, like the associative enrichment, it happens with such consistency that I feel it is part of the way the implant works. It has also provided me with unique insights, such as the material on the social consequences of overpopulation, the relevance of the mystery of the fine-structure constant to understanding the nature of reality that will figure later in this book and many, many other things. In fact, I can say that this book has two authors: me and my implant. As to who might be doing all that work, I once asked it, “Who are you?” The reply came back at once, and slowly enough to read clearly: “It’s me, Anne.”
I remembered Anne’s gentle but persistent opposition to my having it removed, and I have to say, at that moment, I thanked her from the depths of my soul that she had convinced me not to do it. As to whether or not she was conscious at the time of what it would eventually be used for and who would use it, I cannot be sure. But one thing is not in question: whatever condition it is in, it is an extremely useful tool. I have also recently learned, under some truly wonderful circumstances, much more about its origin, functionality and who installed it.
As things stand now, I would never allow it to be removed. I use it all the time. It is constantly leading me in new directions in my work, answering unanswerable questions and enriching my creative process.
Strieber, Whitley. A New World (pp. 63-65). Walker & Collier, Inc.. Kindle Edition.
I’ve experienced this, I really have, but I don’t have a visual prompt of the words. What I get is a thought, a link from one piece of information to another, but mostly during my middle of the night restlessness, when I can’t sleep (usually about 3:49 am). [Hi, Mom…]
David Wilcock Has the Same Ability
When you are so surrounded by the heavenly host, it is indeed rather foolish for you to be so concerned about an imminent alien invasion, if you will. There would never be a possibility for something like this to take place, as you are indeed heavily protected and quarantined from the outside world, if you will, at this point in time. We come to you on a narrow-band vibration, a band that you can perceive early in the morning as you rise into full waking consciousness; a band that will be speaking to you with greater and greater clarity in every moment.
But can you hear the call? Do you understand the words of the Father as they are spoken from His lips to thine own mind? Canst thou assemble the sentences properly, as they have been heard in the early waking delirium that is so commonly discarded with the fury of the alarm clock and the hot shower? Indeed, do you rest comfortably with the notion of species-to-species contact and communion, or even spirit-to-spirit contact, knowing full well that the being you wish to contact is the Christ himself?
What surprise comes to you at the realization that this very Christ is now designed to become literally your personal savior, but not in the sense that the fundamentalists would have it? Rather, it is that spark in you. It is you, and you are it; there is no separation. Therefore, you can call it what you will, but its effects are the same. Your own Divine spark is awakening within you, and thus the phrase in the Bible: “I am the way, the truth, and the life; no one can come unto the Father but by me.”
Free, Wynn; Wilcock, David. The Reincarnation of Edgar Cayce?: Interdimensional Communication and Global Transformation (pp. 290-291). North Atlantic Books. Kindle Edition
Even “A Course in Miracles” was Dictated
And, as I was reminded this week, Dr. Helen Schucman, the stenographer for “A Course in Miracles“, says that she never actually heard a “Voice”, but more of a process of dictation from within, which was very rapid, and she copied the words in shorthand. Everyone, Dr. Schucman included, felt that the true author was Jesus. And the dictated words could be repeated as required, if Dr.Schucman missed anything. Although she found the process somewhat annoying, she knew she could stop the dictation at any time, and often did, only for it to start up again where it left off when she returned to it. In my opinion, her ‘frustrated anger’ at the source of the “Voice” implies a past life experience with ‘him’ or her, whomever they might be.
As has been shown elsewhere, these connections will not be broken, even in death, because of Love.
