Welcome and in this issue of this

free online magazine is some more

up to date articles from around the
World. So a big thanks for those
who have contributed to my
magazine. As I write these words
on May 20th I feel something big is
approaching! Of course things have
already started but to most of
mankind this is in the background
and goes unnoticed. So lets wait
and see and manifest only the best
the thoughts and go forward with
no fear.

Editor of Spiritual Times

June 2012 already! Who says
time is not accelerating? We are
now entering a period of Truth
which many people will find
shocking and there will be much
concern for the future. The light
workers, Starseeds, etc, etc, this is
now the time for action so fear is
replaced with great knowing. This
is an amazing time to be alive and
we are all here now because this
is what we have signed up for!
They say Earth is the toughest
training ground in the Universe
and much respect is given to those
who choose to be here.meaning
us!

As always please feedback any

comments that you may have of
feel free to share your experiences
in the next issue.
The title of this issue is Oneness
to remind us that we are ALL a
spark from the highest level of I am
the creator of at least of this
Universe! There is no separation or
them and us!
e-mail:
contact@spiritualtimes.co.uk
So enjoy the magazine and the
articles from people who have also
contributed freely.

Robert

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Articles
Jenna Orion CloseEncountersof

TheNineKind

Sue Fraser

ColouringtheNumbers

Jill Feeler PlayingYourUniqueRoleAmidst

thisGreatShift

Conversation with

A Man Who Went to Mars

by Morgan Kochel

Are You Stuck on the Karmic

Wheel?
by Joe Nunziata

Lorna Byrne Do You Believe in Angels

New book from Wendy Joy

Paul Grant Ghost Children

The Wondrous Journey into the

Depth of Our Being
by Ilie Cioara

Words of Wisdom from India

ValerieTyler
StrangeExperience

Roz Winters

Honour the
Mothers

And many more articles throughout this issue!

CloseEncountersofThe
NineKind
By

JennaOrion

CloseEncountersofTheNineKind
By

JennaOrion
I would like to introduce the world to my lifetime companions. They are a
group of nine male extraterrestrial human beings, yes humans; their physical
appearances are basically no different from ours.
What sets them apart from us is their electrifying essence of pure God-like
love, an extremely high vibrational frequency, powers beyond belief, and an
omnipotence that allows them to know the answers to everything that is.
Over the years we have had many meetings. Some of those meetings have
taken place at their location, some at my home and other times they ask me to
go to a different location. Each meeting has a specific purpose.
During the meetings at their location the nine men always sit at a long narrow
conference type table facing me. They are well over six feet tall, possibly as
tall as seven feet. They all look very human; they are approximately the same
size and build, yet individual in appearance. Each one seems to be of a
different universality, just as we have different nationalities.
The main being at these meetings has a skin color that is sort of bronze; it is a
combination of bronze, copper, and red. He has jet black, straight, shoulderlength hair. He has beautiful jet black eyes that glisten as if they have gold
flecks in them. In earthly terms, I call him a bronze God.
On either side of the bronze entity there are four men that I can see with my
peripheral vision. I could only see the two sitting closest to the bronze being
as the others were barely in my peripheral vision. One of the two has long,
white-blonde hair, and the other has lighter brown hair. I was fascinated with
the unusual striking good looks of the main being. I guess part of that is due to

the fact that he looks totally different from any race of human I have ever seen
on Earth in this lifetime.
I call this group The Nine but they prefer to be called Messengers from
God, as opposed to their real names, so that we do not get caught up in their
real names and miss the message. They have also made it clear that they are
Brothers of Man, not aliens. They responded to me when I spoke of them as
aliens; they jumped in and said, We do not call you aliens. We are no
different to you than you are to us.
These beings travel to Earth in enchantingly beautiful spacecraft and in huge
numbers of crafts. The drawing that is included with this article is virtually
identical to the actual craft of The Nine.
They have a great sense of humor but they are very serious about their work on
Earth. They do not handle the serious things that they have to warn us about in
a doom-and-gloom fashion; they are very matter of fact with all they have to
say.
They are visiting Earth for multiple purposes; none of which are anything you
would expect, as they are totally unlike other extraterrestrial species visiting
Earth and often in the media. They are on Earth for the purpose of bringing
their teachings to humanity through me as their spokesperson. I do not
function as a channel in the manner that many others do with extraterrestrial
beings. The information I bring is dictated directly to me through telepathic
communications from them during our in-person visits at various locations.
When I have meetings with them at their location or at an outside location, all
of them are present. When they are in my home they normally come to me one
at a time.
They are here to protect us from structural Earth changes, nuclear meltdowns
and much more. They are here to provide us with teachings that will allow us
to raise our spiritual consciousness and realize our own sense of power so that
we can manifest the things we want in our life. They share astonishing secrets
that teach us a new reality; these secrets have been hidden from us for eons and
kept us from evolving spiritually. This new and controversial reality about our
very existence makes a lot more sense than what many of us were previously
taught as fact.

Throughout history many of us have based our belief system on false

information that we believed to be fact and lived our lives accordingly. Many
of those beliefs were passed down throughout centuries in a misguided fashion
and have steered us wildly off our true path and started us on a dangerous
downward spiral. This has caused disturbances on Earth, an imbalance and
lack of harmony as well as causing us to be out of sync with the rest of the
universe and the natural flow of evolution. It has also inhibited the spiritual
evolutionary process of our souls, reincarnation after reincarnation. The Nine
have asked me to bring their truths to the people on Earth to assist with this
ongoing issue and to help us evolve spiritually.
When these beings are in my home I sense and feel their presence and can
identify them by their energy as easily as if I were seeing them in solid form. I
feel very connected to them, as though I am part of them when they are with
me.
A few months ago I had a totally different experience than normal. One of The
Nine actually appeared in my home in his tangible physical body which was a
major surprise for me. He placed his large hands on my body as if to heal me.
Immediately after placing his hands on me I lost conscious thought, I do not
recall anything else about this experience after that point. It was as if I just fell
asleep, however, I know that they use a process for creating my lack of
awareness after I once see them in some situations. I assume they use this
process so I do not have a chance to be afraid. I was very grateful for his visit,
as I had been physically run down at that time and had asked for healing.
I later wondered if he was testing the waters, so to speak, in order to see if I
would be afraid when he actually appeared in full solid body. I had no fear
when I felt his loving, peaceful God-like energy; there was nothing to fear, it
just felt normal to me, even though he had just appeared in my home without
activating my burglar alarm.
This new event was quite unusual, to say to least, but it was pretty cool to have
had this new type of visit. I have learned from these beings to expect the
unexpected. My past encounters with The Nine have prepared me for this new
type physical contact.
My lifetime has consisted of a huge number of seemingly coincidental events
that were orchestrated for me by The Nine. These events were purposeful,

positive, and inspiring. They were created for the purpose of teaching others
the lessons I was learning through those experiences. However, these events
were far too numerous to be coincidental in truth. As it turned out, these
coincidences were nothing more than fate and my destiny.
In my early years with The Nine I had no idea that others were not living this
kind of life. When I discovered that this was not the normal way of life, I
started to feel like I didnt fit in, so I proceeded to keep my unusual life to
myself. I felt very alone with no one else to share my lifes events with until
my book came out. Even to this day there are people who know me very well
and do not know about this part of my life or the book.
Throughout my life with The Nine I have had an array of paranormal events
while fully awake; I have had visions of the future, watched ethereal visitors as
they manifested solid objects out of thin air and often relived past lives while
going about my day. I became aware of my parallel and simultaneous lives,
had x-ray vision on two occasions, one near-death experience, received what
The Nine call restructuring of my body and received numerous physical
healings. I have also had visits both here on Earth and on the other side with
friends and family who have passed on into other realms of existence.
The Nine have given me impeccable predictions about structural geographic
changes to come on Earth, some that have already occurred and some yet to
come. They have educated me on so many things that are unlike beliefs that I
had based my life on. However, my life as I know it today makes a lot more
logical sense and things flow very smoothly with this new knowledge.
After years of visiting with The Nine I was told to write a book about my life
and title it The Legend of The Nine. I asked why I should write it, as I am
not a writer. Their reply was, Your life story along with our messages will
bring faith back to humanity.
My concerns over not knowing how to write a book were soon taken care of by
The Nine. I went on faith and started writing. As the book progressed, I found
them looking over my shoulder more and more to assist in the writing. They
stepped in, reorganized, and reworded the material on a few chapters and
suddenly I had an AHA moment, I knew exactly how they wanted it written.
During the writing of the book they often dictated new information that I was
not ware of prior to starting the book.

Fortunately I had kept notes and audio tapes of my meetings and encounters
throughout the years. It took many long years to complete the book in a
detailed and specific format and to get it on the market. It was well worth the
time to be able to share the teachings of The Nine. Prior to my book there were
obviously a multitude of people who knew through their own intuition and gut
feeling that something was missing in their life; part of that something is the
secrets that The Nine have asked me to deliver to humanity.
Robert says, This is the year of truth. I am in agreement with him; for some
time now there has been an escalation of Earth changes in many categories of
change. One reason this is happening is because the Earths vibrational
frequency and time, time as we know it, is speeding up. We are merging with
a higher plane of spiritual consciousness.
According to The Nine and other Ascended Masters there will be a new
language on Earth due to this merging. They say it is the Language of Light;
a spiritual term used for the natural, spiritual evolutionary process of
communicating with others without verbal speech. As we continue to merge
with the higher spiritual planes, people will be attuned to this higher plane of
consciousness where all truth is, there will be no place for false words or false
intent to hide. This will be an awakening for many and a rude awakening for
those who choose to deceive.
I have recently noticed this process speeding up and this new language is more
prevalent in my life now. The minute someone starts to suggest or offer me
something, I know the end results of what that person is proposing before I
know what they are proposing.
This merging with the higher planes of consciousness also helps to activate
other natural abilities for humans. One of them is our ability to do remote
viewing. As I started working on my second book I noticed that when I am
totally focused on the text, my remote viewings have happened a lot more, I
often have quick flashes or visions of people that I know; I can see what they
are doing at that given moment. This is done through an out of body travel, I
go where they are but only for a few seconds, then quickly return to my body.
This type of remote viewing is activated when I am living in the moment.
At those times I am allowing myself to be in the moment and attuned to this
higher level of all that is. I allow myself to receive information from the

highest level of consciousness. This level of consciousness is where all

knowledge of everything is, it always has been and always will be, it is the
reality of the way things really are and not what a lot of us think they are. I
call this the isness principle , everything just is. I believe that everyone
has the ability to tap into this to know all that is; it is a matter of shutting out
the material world and existing only in the moment of all knowingness by
allowing yourself to just be. My remote viewing events have only happened
with people that I have a personal one on one connection with, as opposed to
someone I have never met.
I realize that all of my bizarre experiences with beings from other planets are
difficult for some people to comprehend. Who knew years ago that a group of
spiritually enlightened human beings that are so much like us would actually
be traveling to Earth in spacecraft for the purpose of bringing us teachings that
are so different from what we have been taught; not even me.
Due to my involvement with The Nine I finally came to grips and understood
that all of these experiences are in fact possible and real. For a number of
years I was in denial about what was happening to me with these beings, even
though there were times when witnesses were with me during a particular
event. Due to my upbringing this type of thing didnt fit into my worldly truth.
After years of asking for proof and receiving it, I finally had to accept it as
truth, there was no other explanation.
After visiting with friends and family from this lifetime that have passed on
into another dimension and witnessing them living in a tangible location in full
functioning bodies, I came to the conclusion that The Nine are living
elsewhere as well. Unless you have been living on another planet, I suspect
that you also have had some knowingness about the presence of extraterrestrial
beings on planet Earth.
The Nine seem to me to be people that lived earlier in our history and have
spiritually evolved to the level that they are now. The only difference between
them and my family and friends who have passed on is that The Nine are more
spiritually evolved than they are.
I have lived through a series of Close Encounters of The Nine Kind . I
have accepted that my bizarre and fascinating life is not an ordinary one since I
have come to grips with what is and has been happening. At first I took baby

steps, then giant leaps into embracing my role as spokesperson for The Nine.
The secrets they have shared with me have created many AHA! moments for
me, altered my perception of reality, brought me out of the dark ages and set
me free as I learned to create my own life!
I now know beyond a shadow of a doubt that we are being taught and guided
by a group of nine omniscient visitors who know far more and possess far
greater power than we do. We are definitely not alone on planet Earth and that
is the best news any of us could possibly hear!
My encounters were ultimately authenticated when one of The Nine asked me
to call the late John E. Mack, MD, professor at Harvard Medical School and
renowned alien researcher. I made the call and found that he was going to be
in my area within a few days and he suggested that we meet to discuss my life
with The Nine. At that time he wanted to do a regression on me because my
encounters were uncommon and unlike most other experiencers that he had
dealt with, I agreed. After our meeting and session he gave me an audio taped
quote for my book. In part, it says: After meeting with Jenna and performing
a regression on her, it is my opinion that her experiences of alien encounters
are authentic and uncommon . . .
To read the full quote from Dr. Mack or to learn more about The Nine and
their visits you can go to my website, www.JennaOrion.com. I also offer free
9News alerts and messages from The Nine; if you wish to receive them please
ask for them at Jenna@JennaOrion.com. In addition, I would love to hear
from anyone who has had a visit with The Nine or have seen the craft of The
Nine.

Colouring the Numbers

of Your Soul
with Magenta Rose Alchemy

What if you could gain clarity around why you are here, the reason that
yourSoulchosetoincarnateintothislifetimeonplanetEarthrightnowat
thisunprecedentedtimeinherhistory?
On my own Souls journey I have been guided to channel information that has been
consolidated into the system of Magenta Rose Alchemy. Everything that I learnt up
to that point was drawn together, merging into the energy of the Magenta Rose
which symbolises unconditional love, and represents a bridge to the Christ
consciousness energy of the New Golden Age.
My life has become an embodiment of this energy.
Magenta (a combination of red and violet) being
the colour of unconditional love, bringing
spirituality (violet) into physicality (red), and the
rose representing the heart, this is a path that is
heart-led, supported by loving energies from the
unseen realms.
I am a channel. I have honed this gift over the last
decade so that the loving energies that are here to
support both myself and those who resonate with
the work that I do are able to do so with the full
knowledge that theinformationthatisbrought

through is for the highest good of all

concerned.
MagentaRoseAlchemyisasystemof22Rays
or colours. The Rays were originally written
aboutattheturnofthetwentiethcenturyby
aladycalledAliceBailey,whoalsochanneled
information on the Rays via the Ascended Master Djwhal Khul. I have
consciouslybeenmentoredbythissameAscendedMastersincearoundthe
year2000.HeisalsoknownasDKortheTibetan.Ilovinglyrelatetohimas
DK.

Hehasbecomeawonderfulandsupportivefriendtomeovertheyears.You
can read about my journey with him in my first book Introduction to
MagentaR.O.E.S.
As DK taught me about the Rays in a way that could be understood by
anyone,heencouragedmetopreparemyselftosharethisinformation.This
was a difficult journey for me. My background is one of trauma,
vulnerabilityanddebilitatingselfdoubt.Icouldnotthinkofanythingworse
than standing in front of a group of people to talk about anything, never
mindasubjectthatagroupofbeingsfromotherdimensionshadbroughtto
me!PeoplewerealreadysayingIwasdelusionalMyfearwasconstantlyin
my face, until I began living my Souls Purpose, teaching workshops on
Magenta Rose Alchemy. As I embodied this energy my fears disappeared
andtheAscendedMasters,StarMastersandAngelicBeingscommunicated
throughme.Ifelt,andstillfeel,somuchlovefloodingmybeingastheyuse
meastheirchannel.
Doing this work has helped raise my own selfesteem, confidence, self
belief and selflove so much that I wanted to share this feeling and
informationwitheveryone!Inowhavenoworriesaboutpromotingmyself,
butIusedto.
MaybeyouwouldliketosharethepoemthatIchanneledabouthowIfelt
atthemomentIbegantoawakentowhatIamheretodo.Iwasinavery
dark place, a literal dark night of the Soul where I could not comprehend
how I could survive: I was literally and physically crippled with fear. That
time in my life was a major challenge for me. However, your biggest
challengecanbecomeyourgreatestgift.
Andthisiswhatmynewproject,ColouringtheNumbersofYourSoulisall
about. Why are you here? What is your Souls purpose for you in this
lifetime? What is your biggest challenge? And how can this become your
greatestgift?Thesearejustafewofthequestionsthatwillbeanswered.

Oneofthemostexcitingthingsformeaboutthiscourseisthatyougetto
discovertheanswerstoyourquestions

about your Souls Purpose through the medium of colour and creativity. I
have been guided to create Mandala templates using sacred geometry,
related to your uniquenumerology blueprint, that you can complete using
your own creativity. This will be an amazing experience for everyone who
participatesinthisventure.IknowthisbecauseIhavealreadycreatedmy
ownSoulPurposeMandala,whichyoucanseeintheillustrationhere.

Therearevariouswaysthatyoucantakepartinthiscourse:eitheraspart
of a group workshop, via the home study course online, or as a personal
consultationwhereIcreateyourmandalaforyou.
Thewonderfullthingaboutcreatinginagroupsettingisthattheenergyis
supportive and uplifting and magic occurs. We begin by setting the
intentionfortheweekend,todiscoverwhatyourSoulsPurposeis,howyou
resistthatpurposeandwhatyoucandotomovethroughthatresistance.
And the most amazing thing is that this information is all there in your
uniqueNumerologyBlueprint.Yougettotranslatethatinformationintoa
beautiful representation of your Souls Journey related to your authentic
purposeusingthecoloursandtheirenergiesfromMagentaRoseAlchemy.
At the end of the course, whichever version you opt for, you will have a
unique and beautiful piece of art in
your Mandala, resonating with your
SoulsPurposethatyougettokeep!
YoualsoreceiveacopyoftheCDthatI
have channeled for you to use when
you meditate with your Mandala that
can be incorporated into your daily
spiritual practice. I will also forward
anypersonalinformationpertainingto
your Souls Purpose that is channeled
andrecordedduringthecourse,asan
audiolinkthatyou candownload and
keep.

For information on upcoming workshop dates for 2012 please go to my

website www.magentarosealchemy.eu and click on the link for Colouring
theNumbersofYourSoulonthelefthandside.Ifyouhaveanyquestions
about the workshop please do not hesitate to contact me on
info@magentarosealchemy.eu.

IcanpaintyourMandalaforyou
ForanyonewhoisntdrawntocreateyourownMandalabutwouldlikeme
to create one for you from your Unique Numerology Blueprint, you can
contactmeforinformationaboutthisatinfo@magentarosealchemy.eu.
ColourtheNumbersofYourSoulasanonlinehomecourse
If you would like to create your own Mandala but cannot get to a
workshops venue, you can choose the online home course where I send
youatemplatetocreateyourMandalaalongwithaninstructionmanualin
pdf format and an audio link for the meditation. For this option you will
need to send me an email with your Numerology Blueprint details at
info@magentarosealchemy.eu. Please write Colouring the Numbers of
YourSoulhomecourseinthesubjectheadingline.
Hostaworkshop
Ifyouthinkyoucangatheragroupofatleast5(upto10people)together
andorganizeaworkshopinyourownhomeinexchangeforafreeplaceon
the workshop, please let me know. This is a great way of attending the
workshop in exchange for your wonderful organizational skills. Please
contactmeasabovewithHostaworkshopinthesubjectheadinglineto
findoutwhatisnecessaryforyoutohostaworkshop.
Youcanlearntoteachtheseworkshops
IfthisworkresonateswithyourSoulsPurpose,youalsohavetheoptionof
trainingtoteachtheseworkshops.Thiswillbepartonlinetrainingandalso
inpersontraining.Pleasecontactmeifyouareinterestedinthisoptionat
info@magentarosealchemy.eustatingColouringtheNumbersofYourSoul
facilitatortraininginthesubjectheading.

PersonalConsultations

AspartofmyserviceworkIalsoofferonetoonesessionseitherremotely
orinpersonwhereyoucanaskaquestionthatisanissueforyourightnow
inyourlife.IthentakethatinformationtotheLordsoftheAkashicRecords
who show me whether you are still carrying a memory of previous
experiences from this or other lifetimes that isyet to be resolved. Usually
youwillbegivenarecordedhealingprocesstogothroughtohelpyouto
release the memory from your energetic field. You may also be given
guidanceonanydailypracticesthatmayaidyoutoresolveyourissue.You
canreadmoreaboutthisoptionandbookasessiononmywebsite.

Magenta Rose Reiki Training

For those of you who resonate with healing with the Rays I offer remote
Attunements to the first two levels of Magenta Rose Reiki which is a
combination of traditional Usui Reiki and the Rays. You will receive a pdf
copyof

the manual which is designed for kids of all ages 10100. It is simple to
understandandcomprehensiveatthesametime,withlotsofexercisesfor
you to practice to expand your ability to use the energy. I am here to
support you through the whole process and give advice and guidance
throughyourongoingjourney.
At present Level Three Master Training and Teacher Training are only
availableasacombinationofonlineandinpersontraining.
I look forward to sharing your journey to selflove and empowerment in
whicheverareaourSoulsresonate.

SueFraser
founderofMagentaRoseAlchemy&MagentaRoseReiki
www.magentarosealchemy.eu
info@magentarosealchemy.eu

How I Survived

HowdidIsurvive?Infact,howcomeImstillalive?
ThepainIfelt,fromallcornerswasdealt.
HowcanIdescribehowIeasilycouldhavedied?

Ididntwanttolive.Ihadnomorelefttogive.
Theresponsibilitywasfartoomuchforme.
Icriedoutindespair
Isthereanyoneoutthere?

Someonemusthaveheard
whenIspokewithoutaword.
Theysawinsidemyheart,

thiswasnotimeformetodepart.
ThevacuumIwasinbecame
theplaceformetobegin.

ButIwasinsideahole,alonewithmyownSoul.
Iwasforcedtotakealook,

sointhisholeIwouldntbestuck.
Isawwhatkeptmethere.FEARwaseverywhere.

Fearsofbeingfree,todecidewhatwasbestforme?
Ireallyhadachoice,tolistentomyowninnervoice.
Nomoretakingorders.
Itwastimetomakemyownborders.

Ihadtostoppoppingthepills.
Theywerentthecureallformyills.
Ineededtositwithmypain,
sosomedignityIcouldregain.

FindoutwhyIwasscared?
Itdidntmatterifnooneelsecared.

Whatmatterednowwasme,
tolookatwhoIcouldbe?
WhyIhaveallthesefears?
HowcouldIstopmytears?
Whatwasthereasonformybeing?
IdidntknowthatinsideIwasgrowing.

AtlastIhadstartedasking,inthemire
whereitseemedIwasbasking.
IwantedtoknowwhyIwashere,
andhowIcouldgetridofallthisfear?
IturnedmyfacetotheStars.
Itwasabetterchoicebyfar.

Ibegantofeelatease,asmyselfIbegantoplease.
ItwasOKtodothingsforme.
HappinesswasaplaceIwaslongingtobe.

Sowhyhadittakensolong?
WhydidIalwaysbelieveIwaswrong?
ThatsthewayIwastaught.
IfIdunderstoodthenIdhavefought.

ButmaybeIneededtoknow,thispain,
soIcouldgrow
intothepersonIamnow,
SueFraser

PlayingYourUniqueRoleAmidstthisGreatShift
"Greetingsandblessings.WeareacollectiveconsciousnessofGuardians
of the Golden Ray, sharing wisdom and perspectives on the very unique
timephaseyouareexperiencing.Weofferouruniqueperspectiveonthe
Cosmic relationship to your Personal Ascension and your unique Role in
the Shifting of Ages on Earth. Our energetic translator is one of us,
choosingtoserveherrolefromwithinthebodysuitatthesemagicalcycles
oftimeonyourplanet.
Letusbeginwiththissharingsession.
You are each Divinely guided, in each moment, led by Source
consciousnesstoplayyouruniqueinstrument,toBeyouruniqueaspectof
God.

TheenergiesrelatedtothesolareclipseinMayandincreasingupintothe
month of June 2012 are incredibly intense. This higher intensity is
designed to help you feel and see with perfect clarity whether the
thoughtsandfeelingsyouaremaintainingwithinyourenergyfieldarein
alignment with your Core essence, which is Light and Love, and what is
not.

The more in tune

you are with your
own unique God
Frequencies,
the
moreclearlyyouwill
feel these intense
energiesguidingand
supporting you, like
a capable, wellbuilt
boat on turbulent
whitewaterrapids.

Any lower frequency programs you are operating can become easily
triggeredinthisintensity.Perfectlydesignedforyoutobringthemagain
to the surface for a new experience with it, a neutral experience that
releasesyourformerpolarizedbondingattractiontoit.AllowingyourGod
frequencies to affect your experience in that trigger, allowing your most
expanded state of being, offers you the neutral position, witnessing and
observing the trigger without an emotional kick from within. Totally
neutral.Instatesofloveandgrace.Noanger.Noattachment.Nofear
basedemotionalsurge.

Triggers of this nature are identifiable by the uncontrollable and powerful

lower frequency emotional response you have in a particular experience.
Irritation.Anger.Judgment.Unworthiness.Fear.Despair.Sorrow.

Thesetriggersarebydesign.
If this neutrality doesnt yet come naturally for you, here are some
techniquestoconsider:
Rememberthatyouhavemanychoicesinallsituationsinhowyouwish
to feel and how you elect to respond, including the choice to observe
and witness the facts being presented from a neutral, harmonized
stance.
Askyourteaminthehigherrealmsforassistance.Icalluponmyteam
toshowmeanotherwaytoBeinthisexperience.Showmemyrangeof
choices.ShowmetheresponsesinwhichIfeelmyMastery;wheremy
operatingfrequencyisLoveforSelfandLoveforAllthatIs.Showme
nowfromwithinmyCenter.Thankyou.
Closeyoureyes.
Takeintentional,gentledeepbreaths.
ImaginetheDivineLightatthecoreofyourbeingexpanding(remember
itsnotoutsideofyoucomingin;ratheritiswhatyouAreatthecoreof
yourbeing,yourinherentSovereignty).
Feelyourenergyfieldexpandinthisprocess,wellbeyondyourphysical
body.

Notice and trust that this broader energy field yields the expanded
range of choices for being. From here, the polarization has been
bypassed,youfeelabroadarrayoflovebasedchoicesandyouChoose.

We hope this is helpful.

Letscontinue.
Therangeoffrequencies
available for humanity
are increasing. The
higher frequencies now
availableallowhumanity
toembodylevelsoflight
and love and wellbeing
never
before
experienced on Earth in
any previous time
phase....neverbefore.
The previous, slower frequency ranges of the lower dimensional structures
alsoremainavailable.

We offer that dimensional realities are not linear. You also dont leave
them.Hence,onedoesntleavethethirddimension,oneexpandsbeyondit
intoabroaderrangeofexperiencingSelfviamoreexpansivetruths,thoughts
andfeelings.

The spectrums of Light now available to humanity rapidly expands in this

phaseofthisGreatShiftonEarth.ThisisonekeyaspectoftheGreatShifts
power;theincreasingrangeofchoicesavailable.

Hence, those who have elected to expand their consciousness and their
energyfieldhaveabroaderrangeofchoicestooperatefrom.Theycanstill
choose any of them. This can be confusing to those humans around them
withlessexpandedawareness.

They sense that if this supposedly expanded being is operating at a lower

vibrational frequency then they must not be as expanded as they had
thought.Becautiouswiththis.Onesvibrationalrangeisbestexemplifiedby
the Light they are capable of holding within the human form. The more a
human remembers this feeling of the more lightfilled higher frequencies,
themoretheychooseit.

The choice is still theirs and the polarity is still an option. Refrain from
judgmentforitwillfurthergripyoutothelowervibrationalstatesofreality.

Judgment is feeling or indicating that another being is making the wrong

choiceorabaddecision.Discernmentisrootedinlove,honorforselfand
honorforother.DiscernmentisnoticingthatYouarenotmakingthatsame
choice for you. Discernment allows you to notice the varying choices being
made without the need to label anothers choice as good/bad, right/wrong.
Deciding something isnot in yourhighest good is discernment. Determining
somethingisnotinanotherbeingshighestgoodisjudgmentandbeyondthe
scope of your authority or responsibility relative to free will and personal
Sovereigntybeingofferedinyourrealms.

Another beings ability and willingness to experience their expanded light

quotient at will is very unique and personal to them. It can be quite
challenging to hold an extremely high level of Light amidst the baseline of
lower frequencies on Earth at this time. Support for all, regardless of
appearances, will help this overall expansion process for humanity much
moresothanjudgment.

Interestingly,asEarthhasshiftedcyclesfromEnlightenmentAgesintoDark
Ages, it was challenging for those
beingsonassignmenttobringinthe
lower frequencies. It was so out of
resonance with the baseline light
rich frequencies of that time phase.
And yet it was a key ingredient
necessary to create and set in
motion the subsequent age. (Yes,
Dark Age phases also are planned
and very much in accordance with
theoverarchingDesignPlansoriginatedforEarth.)

Doyounoticehowyouviewcertainagesasbetterorgood?Doyousee
how you also discuss certain levels of light as right or wrong? Applying
these polarizing concepts in universal ways to all beings is part of the Dark
Age. All humans are imperfect? No. All humans on Earth have been
experiencing separation from the Light and Love that you Are in your
infiniteness,atyourCore....ThatWastheDarkAge,DearOnes.Canyouhear
this? When you Are love, when you Are light, experiencing a reality which
makes you forget your true essence, you are tuned to the separation, the
polarity,theperceivedlackofLight.SomeactuallylookforlackofLight.You
magnifyandfocusonwhatisntLight.Youmaytellyourselfyoudoittobring
in the Light to that area. And yet the paradox is that these Dark Age
frequenciesoftenhaveyoufocusmoreattentiononareaslackinglight,which
onlyexpandstheirpresenceinyourjourney.FromtheperspectiveoftheAge
anditsassociatedfrequencies,itsperfect.

ForsoulsdesiringtoembodyamidstaDarkAgethesefrequenciesallowyou
tofullybeinthatexperienceofforgettingwhoyouAre;forgettingthatyou
AreGod.Whenwehearyousaythingslike,nobodysperfect,ourresponse
is,sayswho?YouareauniqueaspectofGod.Godisnotablendoflight
anddark,makingawashedoutgray.


Godisnotablacknessofnighttimespacemixedwithlightfromstars,making
a dim existence. God is All that Is, including You. God, You, created
experiences where you could even forget you were God. There is no
Darkness,inourtruth.TherearesimplyexperienceswhereareYouareable
to forget that you Are Light. Does that make it imperfect? Flawed? A
standard of never measuring up that you look for and glorify in all that you
areandallthatyousee?Wartsandall?Someareactuallysotunedtothe
forgetting that they feel more at home on Earth amidst suffering. It makes
someofyoufeelmorealive.Ifyourchosenfrequencyisinthatlowerrange
whichincludessadnessyoumayfindyourselfattractedtootherswhoarenot
yetoperatingintheirLight.ThisispartoftheDarkAgeexperience;someof
you love this experience of separation even when you are not consciously
choosingit.

Thisisawonderfulgame!Andit
ischanging.Andthischanging
willcreateaveryoddlookingset
ofexperienceswheresomeare
yearningformoreLight,others
aredancinginthemixtureofLight
againstlackofLightandothers
arecontinuouslyonthelookout
forexperiencesofseparation,
morelackoflight(badnews,
disasters,seekingoutsuffering
lifeforms).Evenaslightworkers,
youeachfeelathomeinvery
differentfrequencies.Allby
design,affectedbyyourunique
role.


Youeacharepretuned,precodedforvariousfrequenciesatvariousphases
of this Great Shift. You made those choices prior to the incarnation
commencingandYou,capitalY,haveopportunitiestoadjustthosepresetsat
willasYoudeterminenecessary.

Forthoseprecodedtoassistinbringinginthehighestfrequenciesontothe
Earthly planes, your guidance system can feel more accurate than any laser
technology. You feel most natural and at home in environments and
experiences where your Light is unconstrained and fully supported. By
design.

Andyet,theotherdimensionalrealitiesarerunningparallelanddiscordance
doesoccur,feelinglikeaspeedbumpattimes.Bydesign.Tobepretunedto
Bringinthehighestfrequencies,youwillcontinuouslybeguidedtoareasand
experiences and ways of being that support your Light and call for further
expansion.Yousee,anyGreatShiftreturningdarknesstoLightisareturn
tothenaturalstateofyoureternalSoul.Atyourcore,alllife,AllthatIs,is
Light,isLove.

Regardless of the roles you uniquely play,your guidance system is perfectly

tunedtoyourprecodedexperienceandistobetrusted.Eachofyouarepre
codedandpretunedforvariousexperiences.

Thepressureisonatthistimetomindyourownboat,yourownsequenceof
turnsamidsttherapidstostaycenteredandontrack,peryourinnerguidance
system.Youllknowyouareinalignmentbyhowyoufeelwithinyourown
energyfield.

How others make you feel is not what we are referring to here. That is
conditional feeling and is highly subjected by the others perspective which
mayormaynotmatchyourinnerperspective,yourHigherSelfsperspective
relativetothedivinedesignplanyouhaveinplaceforyourpresentjourney.


Distractions arise from losing sight of that inner awareness. In these
instances, some solitude, meditation, making time for nature and other
adjustingtoorganicrhythmsoflifecanbehelpfulinrecentering.Tuningto
yourinnerguidancesystemisthegoalhere.

Another distraction is the temptation to take your sights off of your own
experience to assess and critique how others are performing and being.
Questionstoconsiderintheseinstancesare1)hastheotherbeingexpressly
askedforyourinsightandassistance,2)areyourinsightssufficientlytunedto
theotherbeingsuniqueplansascomparedtoyourplans,whichwerenever
meant to guide another on their unique journey and 3) have you expanded
your consciousness to the degree that you are not placing judgment about
theirexperience?

Again,werecommendrefrainingfromJudgment,ingeneral.Anapproachof
discernment is your gateway to embracing the witness and observer role
availableinwhatyouknowasafifthdimensionalstateofconsciousness.

Distractions can also arise

bythecompulsionthatyou
mustbedoingsomething
tobeonpurposewithyour
Higher Self. We remind
you that many have taken
on the assignment of
holdingcertainfrequencies
for the planetary shift to
proceedonplan.Beingin
and holding the vibration of peace for the collective, as an example, may
notlookveryproductiveandyetitisinvaluableamidstthelowerfrequency
expressionsofwarandchaosstillprevalentontheEarthlyplanes.Trustyour
Self.IfyouareatPeaceinyourmissiontoholdPeacethenallowPeacethat
youAreindeedhighlysufficientandintentlypurposeful(smile).Again,thisis
but one example of a very valuable role that may look quite unproductive,
wrongorofftrackfromyouoranothersviewpoint.


Ifyouaresupposedtobedoingsomething,youllknow.Wehaveendless
tools at our disposal to help get your attention. For example, strings of
synchronicities within your experience will be offered if you somehow miss
themoresubtleinternalguidanceYouwillsendyourself.Additionally,your
HigherSelfoftenworksincoordinationwithyourplanstotrickyouasour
partnersaysintocertaindecisionsorcoursesofaction.Thisisallmeantto
helpyoustayoncourseandinalignmentwithyourmission.

BecontentandfeelpurposefulinyourBeingness.Busy,scatteredbehavior
is often a contraption of an untrained mind and un utilized inner guidance
systemofyourheartcenteredconsciousness.

A highly effective approach to continuously receive these internal signals of

guidance,supportandencouragementfromwithinisto
stayinthevibrationofgratitude,findingthereasonstobegratefulfor
theexperienceYou/youareallowingandcreating.
continuously quieting the mind as needed to keep the communication
channel open for your Self to share and guide you via your heart
centeredconsciousness.
holding or expanding further into the vibration of Light and Love that
feelsthemostlikehometoyoupersonally.
allowingvibrationsofappreciationandhonorforothersontheirunique
journey,beingthankfultheyarealsoamemberoftheGroundCrewfor
thisGreatShift.
learningthepracticeofsilenceandsolitudewhenthefrequenciesfeel
especially chaotic and triggerladen for You as they may have been
recently. Going deep and going quiet may assist in creating and
experiencingtheenergeticfrequenciesofyourchoosing.


Notice when the chaotic
frequencies trigger former
patterns of feeling alive
through drama, suffering,
lack, judgment, superiority
and any other lower
frequency
experiences
resonantwiththeDarkAge.
Theseprogramshaveagreat
deal of pull in these
turbulent energies, not as a
savvytraptosuckyouinbut
rather
as
another
opportunitytocreateanew
endingtoyourperceptionof
it and hence your response
toit.
Triggersareavailabletocreatenewendings,newresponsesthatyouchoose
consciously, offering you more and more opportunities to Be the Light that
youAre.Thegoalisnotthetriggers.Thegoalisnottoavoid.Thegoalfrom
ourperspectiveisalsonottosuffernorpersecutethisprocess.Thegoal,in
general, per the overarching blueprints for this dawning Platinum Age is for
humanitytoBetheLightthatitIs,alwaysWasandalwayswillBe.Andsoit
Is.

Withlove,honorandreverenceforYouandyou,thiscarefullychosenGround
Crew,wecloseforthiscommunication.

Namaste,
TheGuardianCounciloftheGoldenRaysharedthroughJillReneeFeeler


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Lightworkers LLC. This material is protected by US and
international copyright and may be distributed freely in
its entirety as long as the authors name and website,
www.beaconforlightworkers.comareincluded.

All images copyrighted by SeaAngel12, available at

www.seaangel12.com

Jill is a spiritual experiencer, teacher/student, guide, writer and weekly

internet radio show host. Prior to her spiritual awakening in 2009, Jill was
usingherMBAandundergraduatedegreesinbusiness,enjoyingasuccessful
careerincorporateAmerica.Shelives,createsandlovesfromherhomein
Idahowithherhusbandof18years,theirtwochildren,andtheirdogandcat.

StrangeExperience

ThiseventwassenttomefromsomewhereintheWorldandthereforethe
Englishisnotspotonbuttheexperienceisverymuchpartofthispersons
life.editor

Thishappenwaybackwheniwas30jearsold.lyingonthebedreadytogo
sleep,allofasuddentheroomairbecameveryhot,feltlikefire,thenismell
gas,andaverystinkysmell,thenmyheadturnleftright,itslikeonesidei
smellthegas,theothersidestingking,myheadstartedtogetdrunk,ireach
formyphone,callafriendandtoldherwhatshapping,sheaskmetoleave
thehouseandmeetherdowntheroad,gotdress,edandleftthehouse
headingdowntheroad,asiwalkdowntheroad,thestingkingsmellfollowme,
uptilltodayidontknowwhatitwas,veryscary.

oneafternoonlyingonthesofa,andfellasleep,inmysleepisawthreebeings
verysmall,lookwhitewithbigsliteyesovalshape,thenifindmyselfonthis
bigspaceship,andlookingupandsawmorepeopleonthespaceship.ifind
outafterwardsitwasthearcturians.anotherdreamsomeonegavemethree
fotoframes,thefirstfotoframe,wasthree,greenarcturians,ididntseewhat
wasontheothertwo,inewernewaboutarcturians,ifindthemxstreamly
lovingbeaings,soacalmfeeling,decidedtogetmesomebooks,tolearn
aboutthearcturians

thisisveryscary,hearingnoisesduringthenight,knockingonthefirniture,it
comesoften,andmyhusbandgetGoosebumps,andwhenigetupduringthe
night,icanexalyfeelsomeenergyundermyfeet,sometimeswonderifother
peoplealsoexsperiencesushthings,andwhattheydoaboutit.

Eagle

Conversation with

A Man Who Went to Mars

by Morgan Kochel

Iwasn'tlookingforaninterviewtodo,letaloneoneofanastronautwhohad
beentoMars,yetthisiswhatIstumbledupon.
InFebruaryof2012,IwasrelaxingathomeandperusingpeopleonTwitter,
looking for interesting people to follow. Out of the usual batch of UFO
researchers,alternativenewsfeeds,andsocalled"conspiracy"theoriststhat
IenjoyreadingTweetsfromonoccasion,thebioononeaccountinparticular
caughtmyeye.
"Iwaspartofateamof3astronautsthatwenttoMars
onaprivatelyfundedsecretmission,
2arenowdead,
they'rekillingustopreservethesecret."
Needlesstosay,Iwasquiteintrigued.
What followed was a very interesting conversation between this man, Chad
Johnson(nothisrealname),andmeabouthisamazingexperience,andhow
hehasbeenontheruneversincehisdaringescapefromaremotebaseinthe
middleofadesertsomewherenearMongoliaoncehediscoveredhewasin
dangerfromtheverypeoplewhoemployedhim.WhileIcaninnowayverify
his story, I can also offer no evidence that he is lying. More importantly, to
myselfatleast,hehasaskedforhelpinmakinghisstoryknowntothosewho
might be interested, and to hopefully get word to his family that he's alive
and well. It is also hoped that by telling his story, he will be able to attract
somesortofprotectionfromtherightpeople.


Hisstoryisn'toneofaliens,advancedsecrettechnology,ortimetravel,butof
the reality of a secret space program. Many accounts have come out on
YouTubeandonlinediscussionforumsaboutthepossibilityofU.S.astronauts
going to Mars, but as far as I know, this is the first time that one of the
astronautsthemselveshascomeforwardtotellthepublicaboutjustsucha
secretspacetriptotheredplanet.
The following is our conversation that we had utilizing Twitter's Direct
Messaging(DM)systemaboutsaidMarsadventure,offeredhereforanyand
alltoview.(ChadwishedtouseTwitterduetoitscurrentrelativesecurity.)If
thisstoryistrue,itshouldservetoshowusallthatmuch,muchmoregoeson
inthevariousspaceprogramsthanweareevertoldaboutinthemainstream
media.
Wearealllearningagreatdealthisyearalreadyaboutthingsthathavebeen
previously hidden to the majority of Earth's people, thanks mostly to the
proliferationoftheInternetandtheeasewithwhichwecanallnowfindall
sorts of information that was previously quite hard to come by for the
averageperson.Whileutilizingagreatdealofdiscernmentandskepticismis
alwaysgoodadviceinthisnew"AgeofRevealing,"abalancemustbesought
between the need to immediately label something as "true" or "untrue"
withouthavingaccesstoallthefacts.Inotherwords,Ithinkit'sbesttokeep
one's mind open, take in all the information one is interested in, and then
simply see what happens. So many are quick to shout "LIAR!" or "SHILL!"
whenthereissimplynoevidenceforitonewayortheother,onlyone'sown
fear of being duped. Not hastening to judgement is a sign of wisdom, not
gullibility. It is in this spirit that I offer the following story, and I hope you
enjoyreadingitasmuchasIdidhearingaboutit!
[Theinterviewhasbeeneditedonlyforspelling,punctuation,andgrammar.
Bitsofconversationthatwerenotrelevanttothestoryhavebeenremoved
for ease of reading. Questions regarding this story can be directed to the
contactslistedattheendofthisdocument.]


BACKGROUND

Morgan:So,pleasetellmealittlebitaboutyourbackground.
Chad:IwenttoPortlandState,Maine,andstudiedmathandafterafewjobs
woundupintheU.S.AirForce.
M: How long were you in the CIA? Would you be willing/able to talk about
whatthatwaslike?
C:IwassecondedtotheCIAforabouttwoyears;ironically,partofmybrief
wastoobservesomeoftheforeignscientistsatNASA.
My CIA days were mainly whilst training at NASA and were evidence of the
paranoiatheorganizationhadtowardsanyforeignnationalworking.Inahigh
security government installation, I think a Russian spy was found in deep
cover whilst I was away...Chapman? She was the kind of Operative the CIA
always knew existed but struggled finding until they changed their
recruitment program to seconding people in places such as NASA, etc., and
awayfromrecruitingdirectlyfromaperson'scurrentposition.
IcantellyounowthatmostofthemajorITcompaniesintheU.S.havecovert
operativesobservingthem,includingGoogle,Facebook,etc.ProbablyTwitter,
as well, although that is small compared to the others. They approach you
and offer training and clandestine payment arrangements so you're not
tracked. That way, the IRS isn't alerted to then monitor your activity. They
alsotaskyouwithcertainrequirements,suchashackingintoemailaccounts,
etc.It'saloteasiertodoitfromtheinside,andalsoalotcheaper.Iactually
havetotraveltoOhioformytraining.Notalottoit.BeingexAirForce,they
haveacompleterecordonmealready,soIjusthadtodosomerefreshwork
onespionagetactics.Icouldn'tbelievehowmuchgoestotallyunreportedto
anyone,though.TheCIAistrulyalawuntothemselves.Theycontrolsomuch,
liketheflowofcommunications.Anysecurityissuesgothroughthem;theFBI


are nothing compared to them, and they know how to create a diversion
away from the actual story. It's frightening and easy to see why so many
peoplearescaredofthem.
M:Wow,thankyousomuchforthat.Veryinteresting!Howdidyoubecome
involvedinatriptoMars?
C:AsNASAwounduptheirspaceprogramhugemistake,astheyarefalling
behindIwoundupinEuropeandwascontactedaboutajob.Simpleasthat.
ItwasaprivatelyfundedmissiontoMars.Atfirst,Ithoughttheywerejoking,
but there was a lot of money offered, so I met their team. It was a
Russian/ChinesejointventurethatwouldlaunchfromaremotepartofChina,
and they wanted us to collect samples for testing. I want this story told so
thatpeopleknowwhatreallygoesonbehindtheconspiracytheories.
M:Whowouldyoulikethisstorytoreach?
C:ItwouldbegoodtoshowmyfamilythroughthisthatI'mstillalive.Butif
you're expecting time travel, aliens, and teleportation, you will be
disappointed.Sorry,butnoneofthathappenedtous.
M:Nope,Ihavenoexpectations.Iwasintriguedbyyourbio,andifyouhave
aconcernedfamily,Ihaveevenmoreinterestinhelpingyou.Ifyou'reokay
withthis,I'llbetranscribingourconversationforeasierreadingandposting
onlineatsomepoint.
So,onceyoustartedthisprogram,whathappened?Whatkindoftravelwas
used?Howlongdidittake?
C: Good about no expectations as there are no green men H.G. Wells was
wrong. I may also be sporadic, as I am on the move a lot. Training lasted
twelvemonths,veryintense,includingpsychiatrictests.Ittookusabout230
daystogetthere,andslightlylessback.Weusedrockettechnologyregularly
available now. Just bigger tanks and more thrust. Nothing unusual in
equipmenttogetthere,butbetterradiationprotection,asyoucanimagine,
duetojourneytime:highrisk=highpay.

This [map, above] was roughly the location of our base in the China desert
near
the
Mongolian
border
[source:http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Gobi_desert_map.png], pretty
muchinthemiddleofnowhere.Itwasalsoatempbaseandwellhidden.That
lastRussianmission(2011)wasprobablysabotaged.Itwasstatebacked,and
they won't declare the fault, which probably means foul play. I reckon the
missionplannedthisyearwillalsomysteriouslyfail,aswell.Marsisamining
company's dream, and they'll want to keep it secret. As long as people
speculateaboutfailedmissionsandlittlegreenmen,theireyesaretakenoff
therealreasonforfailedmissions.
M: Yes, I know those little "men" aren't green. ;) Interesting I suspected
sabotage,too.Whatkindsofmineralsareupthere?Also,whereonMarsdid
you land, and why do you suppose rockets [as opposed to, say, the newer
plasmarockets]wereused?


C: We landed nearAres Vallis. Our employers got some data about the
Sojourner landing, and this was the place they wanted to explore. We took
thesametypeofcollectingdevicesusedbygeologists,whichiswhythishad
to be a manned mission, as no robot could do this. There were plenty of
mineralsthatweanalyzedonthewayhome:metals,particularlygold(?),and
some other substance that was a form of composite like carbon fiber, but
alreadyinausableform.Thelistofitemsgatheredwaslong,allofitvaluable,
some were totally unique, others were more mundane. I think part of our
mission was to evaluate the commercial viability of future mining missions,
and also to ascertain potential value related to the density of minerals per
square meter of Martian surface. Then they could work out tech
requirements to create some kind of mining mission. Also, [they were
interestedin]thepotentialtousesomeindigenousfuelsubstanceonMars,
which would dramatically reduce the fuel requirements and, therefore, the
weightoftheoutboundjourney.

ThisamazingpanoramaoftheAresVallisfloodplainmadethefrontpagesof
newspapers around the world in July 1997. It was taken by the Mars
Pathfinderlanderandfeaturesthetiny,23poundSojournerrovernuzzlinga
rock.Thelanderandtheroverrecordedweatherpatterns,atmosphericdata
and the composition of many Martian rocks, which apparently had washed
down the channel eons ago. The rover, capable of changing course when it
met obstacles, captured the imagination of the thousands who followed the
mission
on
the
Internet.
NASAJetPropulsionLabratory


The rockets we used were an advanced version of the area rocket, nothing
elsewasavailable.LikeIsaid,notimetravel,plasmarockets,etc.Still,itwas
reliable enough to be considered in the real world. Sabotage of the Russian
missionwastopreventimmediatefollowuptoourfindings.
M:Thatwasquiteinteresting.Thankyouforthat.Now,yousaidearlierthat
you "escaped." Why might these people be attempting to potentially cause
youharm,orworse?
C: The only reason they would have wanted us dead was to preserve the
secretfromotherssotheycouldgetaheadstart.Nothingaboutconspiracies,
justgreed.Moonmissionsprobablystoppedasthere'snothingofanyvalue
there.
M:Whatdidyoueatonthetrip?
C: We had a strict protein and carb diet for example, increased sleeping
patternstopreservefood,etc.Allthistookaboutayeartotrainfor,butit's
veryboringandnotwhatpeoplewanttohear.
M: Not boring at all! You went to Mars! It's still very interesting and quite
important.Peoplewillwanttoknowthis,soImustask:DidyouseeanyUFOs
orotherunusualobjectsinspace?
C: We did record some interesting sights on the cameras, but nothing
conclusive. Also, it was immediately sent back and deleted from our
computers, so we couldn't review them. I'll bet the shuttle got some
interestingfootage,through!PlentyofrumorswhenIwasthere,butnoone
onthosemissionsspoketous.
M: How does Mars look compared to the pictures that the public has been
shown?TakealookatthisvideoshowingallegedphotosofMars.


C:Marsisexactlylikeonthosephotos.
M:Whenwasthelasttimeyousawyourfamily?
C:Ihadnocontactwithmyfamilyforovertwoyearsnow,anditwaslimited
beforethemission.
M:IsthereanatmosphereonMars?
C: The atmospherics are not suitable for sustaining life as we know it too
gaseousandthin.Therockformationsarefascinating,though.Theyalludeto
a previous time where there may have been life or something more
sustainable.Ijustwishedwehadmoretimeonthesurface.Thatregionwas
perfectsincehardlyanyonehadbeenthere,sonobodybotheredtoquestion
us.
M:Whydoyouwantyourstorytoldnow?
C: The reason for going public now is that we got back about three months
ago,andafterdebriefing,Iknewsomethingwaswrong,soIwentontherun.
The public should know the truth because, before we know it, big business
will control the wealth of resources on Mars and they [the public] will lose
out.It'saboutsupplyanddemand.Boring,Iknow,andnotagreatstory,but
essential that people know about this scandal. Although U.S. foreign policy
has long been controlled by the flow of oil, this time they may miss out
becauseoftherecentNASAbudgetcuts.
M:Whatwasitaboutthereturnbriefingthatalertedyouandconvincedyou
ofaneedtoescape?
C:Thefactthatourchiefengineerwaschastisedfortalkingaboutourarrival
back on the phone to someone is what alerted me of possible issues. We
weretoldnottodiscussanythinginexacttermssuchastimings,etc.,aswe
wouldcompromisethemission.Also,wewerepromiseda"keepquietbonus"
of many millions for not divulging our findings on Mars; obviously, that
alertedmetoanissue!Wewerealsopreventedfromleavingourbaseunless


escorted. This was after the month or so of rehabilitation that it took to
regainbodystrength.Asyoucanimagine,weallwantedtogetoutandtryto
contactourfamilies,butweretoldwecouldn't.Thatimmediatelymademe
thinksomethingwaswrong.AllourmoneywasinSwissdepositboxesincash,
andwehadnowayofgettingitorcommunicatingwithoutsupervision.
Weweretoldbeforeweleftthatwewouldfaceuptothreemonthsoftesting
anddecontaminationprocedureswhenwereturned,butIonlydidaboutsix
weeks,asIescapedonceIfoundoutwhatwashappeningtomycolleagues.I
feelsickanddizzyfromtimetotime,butitisdifficulttotreatwhennoone
believes you! They were testing my colleagues to see what improvements
were needed to ensure the safety of future missions. In effect, we were
highlypaid guinea pigs. I don't doubt I wasn't privy to everything that went
on.AsIsaid,IwasreallyonthefringesoftheCIA.
M:I'msorrytohearyoufeelsick!Whatdoyouthinkiswrong?
C: I'm going for tests this week, I don't think those [space]suits were up to
much.Ifeelweakandsicksometimes.YoucouldactuallybewritingmyLast
Will&Testament,notthatanyonewillbelieveme,oratleastthat'swhatI'm
usedto.
M:Hey,don'ttalklikethat!You'rebacknowandalive,sotherapyshouldbe
able to help you. Can you tell mea bit more about what madeyou suspect
foulplay?
C: Yes, when I was looking around the base, I accidentally found a room
wheretheywerecarryingouttestsononeofmycolleagues.Wewerebeing
testedfortheeffectsofaprolongedmission.Iplottedmyescapeandgotout
thatnight.Asyoucanimagine,beinginthemiddleofnowhere,Iembarked
onquiteajourney.CIAtrainingcomesinusefulsometimes.
You have to realize these people will be pissed that I've gotten away,
survived,andmanagedtoconnectwithsomeone.Imaystaylowforawhile
whilstIundergotreatment,ifIneedit.


M:Ok,yousaidthatyousawthemtestingyourcolleague.Iunderstandthat
thismaybeadifficultmemoryforyoubringup,butcanyoutellmewhatit
was you saw specifically that freaked you out? Were they hurting him? Or
wasitsomethingelse?Couldithavebeentheyweretryingtoassisthimand,
ifnot,whatwasitaboutwhatyousawthatmadeyoususpectthesepeople
weredangeroustoyou?
C:ThenightbeforeIsawhimthere,weweremovedintoindividualquarters
for, and I quote, "our own safety." We had a shared suite of rooms with a
mainlivingroom,buttheseroomsweremorelikecellsandhadthestandard
double entry system with a buffer room to disinfect anyone entering the
rooms. We had an allowable amount of time to leave these rooms, and we
hadtowearprotectiveantivirussuits,asweweretoldthattheythoughtan
infectionhadbeendetectedinoneofus,andtheywouldn'tsaywhoitwas.
Thiswasaliebecausewewereclear.WhenIwasallowedoutoftheroom,
myescorttookmedownacorridor,whichmusthavebeenamistakebecause
I managed to look into one of the rooms and saw my colleague being
examined.Hewasdead;itwasanautopsy.Imanagedtoslipmyguardinthe
restroomandescaped.
M: Wow! That's a good reason to be concerned! How did you survive once
youescapedfromthere?
C: I was lucky. I spent a few days aimlessly roaming the desert, and then I
bumped into one of the many nomadic tribes who helped me get safe
passageoutofthere.IheadedforMumbai,hitchhikingandwalking,andthen
gotaboardafreightshipheadingforEurope.Inallmytraining,Iwasalways
taught selfreliance and to be resourceful. I always thought this could be a
dodgycontract,soIhadstoredupfundsandduplicateID'sinsafetydeposit
boxesincertainpartsofEurope,andIheadedtotheseplaces.Safedeposit
boxesaresoeasytoconcealanythingyoulikeinthem,asnoonequestions
them.Amazing,really.
M:Howlongwereyouinthedesert?


C: Luckily, only in the desert for a few days before bumping into a nomadic
tribe.Thereareloadsoftheminthedesert,thankGodforthatsliceofluck!
M:DoyouthinkotherpeoplebeforeyouhavebeentoMars,aswell?
C: NASA could easily have launched a manned mission to Mars, except
successive presidents have stopped it, according to some NASA engineers.
The reason was that NASA couldn't guarantee the safety of the crew and,
therefore, it was deemed as too risky in political terms as no president
wantedtobeseentopresideovertheunnecessarydeathsofU.S.astronauts.
That is why NASA hasn't launched one again the political reasons came to
influencescience.
M:Wereyouabletotakeanypicturesofanythingthatcaughtyourinterestin
spacewhileonyourtrip?
C: Anything that we recorded on the cameras wasn't stored on board but
simplysentback,andthecachewasclearedbyMissionControl.Imean,it's
difficulttoconfirmanythingwesaw,buttherewereafewthingsthatweren't
obviouslyspacedebrisorsomethingelsethatwerecognized.
M:Whatisyourimpressionregardinglife,ifiteverexisted,onMars?
C:Iwouldn'truleoutlifeinprevioustimesonMars,ascertainlytherecould
havebeen,aswehadlimitedaccesstoanysamples.Oncecollected,theyhad
to be securely stored to safeguard against contamination and were vacuum
transferred when we got back. Also, I'm pretty sure they created a UFO
diversion to cover our return. This was a wellfunded mission, and I'll bet
some of those who are funding it are in the upper echelons of Russian and
Chinesesocietyandcapableofpullingoffsuchastunt.That'sanotherreason
whytheywanteduskeptquiet.
M:Duringthetripitself,wereyouinanysortofstasis,orjustregularwaking
andsleeping?


C:Wewereonaregularsleepingpattern.Stasisisstillnotfeasible.
M:Howmuchspacedidyouhave?
C:Wehadareasonableamountofspacebiggerthanamoonmissionand
enoughspacetohavesome"space,"ifyouknowwhatImean.
M:Howdidyougetalongwiththeotherastronautsinaconfinedspacefor
suchalongtrip?
C: We spent several months training in close proximity to each other and
wereallAmericans,whichsurprisedme,anditshowshowlittlefaiththeyhad
in, say, a Russian or Chinese astronaut. We had thousands of hours of films
and TV shows, as wellas game consoles so, in truth, wewererather spoilt!
Although,itdidsometimesgetclaustrophobic.
M:Soundskindafun!Whatcomputergamesdidyouplay?
C: You'll laugh, but we were encouraged to play on the Wii a lot, as it also
doubled up as exercise. We also had the usual shooter games and some
puzzlegames,aswell.
M:Werethereanyargumentsordisagreementsduringthetrip?
C:Weneverfought,thoughwedidarguealotaboutthegames,andthatwas
discouraged. We had weekly assessments from a psychiatrist back at base,
butthefurtherwegotintothemission,theharderthesebecameduetothe
time delay in Comms [communications], but they helped us understand our
anxietiesandwhywewerearguing.Apparently,similartechniquesareused
on longterm submarine missions you know, the ones that go away for
months.Ithelpeduscope,buttheideaofplayingWiisportsisnotinkeeping
withimageofanastronaut,Iknow!
M:Wereyoufrightenedatanypointonthistrip?


C: You're never scared, you just have a heightened sense of awareness of
danger. It's strange; you train for it, and you never really feel like anything
badwillhappen.It'sjustthatyouhavetobeextracautiousabouteverything
you do. Illnesses, for example. If someone felt ill, or had a headache even,
testsandmedicationwereimmediatelygivenandtheresultsrecorded.This,I
think,wasalsotoexaminedataonlongtermspacetravelandhowthebody
copeswithitphysically.Wehada dailyroutineofexerciseandaverystrict
diet,sowewereverywellcateredforjustlikeguineapigs,asIfoundout.
M:WhatwaslandingonMarslike?
C:Landingwasawful!Verybumpywherewelanded,butfulloftherightkinds
ofsamplesthattheywanted.Itwasweirdafteralltheimages,Marsisnot
reallyamystery.WeseesomuchofitonTV.
M:Howlongwereyouonthesurface?
C:Wewereonthesurfaceforabout65hours,enoughtimetogathersamples
andcollategasmakeupreadingsoftheatmosphere,andtoexplorealittlebit.
Radiation was always going to be an issue, so we had strict allocations of
surfacetime,thenwehadtoreturn.
M:Whatdidyouseewhenyougotoutofthelander?CouldyouseeEarth?
Didyouseeanyvegetationorliquidwater?
C:Novegetation,noliquidwater,andwedidn'tseeEarthfartooconcerned
withwatchingourstepandmakingsurewegotthesamples.
M:Whatdidtheskylooklikefromthesurface?
C:There'sonlyathinatmosphereonMars,soyouseeathinveiloftheouter
atmospherefromthesurface,likeaslightglowingredsky,butthenblackness
outintospace.Again,likesomuchweseeonTV.Verybizarre,butIfeltlike
I'dbeentherebefore,althoughIhadn't.Justfamiliarity.


M:Ok,nowwhatdidyoudospecifically?
C:Wehadaminiatureboreholemachinethatallowedustodrillintothecore
andcollectsamplesdowntoadepththreemeters.Thesewerestoredinthe
lander under strict guidelines and kept in tubes so they wouldn't be
contaminated on the journey back. These were jettisoned in a separate
module into Earth's atmosphere when we returned and were tracked by
MissionControl.Wereturnedseparately.
M:Veryinteresting!Thankyouforthosedetails.Iappreciatethisinfoonhow
youdidyourwork.Ican'tevenimaginewhatbeingonaplanetthatfarfrom
Earth would be like. How were you sure you could get back? I know you
trained,butstill,youwereVERYFARAWAY!
C: Yes, very scary knowing how far away from Earth you are, but like I said
before, a combination of instinct, adrenalin, and the thought of all that
moneytakesoverand keepsyougoinguntilyougetthemissioncompleted
and are on the way home. Hence, why when on Mars you don't tend to
stargaze you just get on with the job and get out of there. You trust your
crew, your machine, and Mission Control. Nothing else matters. Like in
NASCAR, you have a team you completely trust, and all else is irrelevant.
Maybe adrenalin kicks in, but also so does the desire to survive, so any
unnecessary risks are not tolerated on a mission of our type. Maybe on
others,butnotours.Askanyonewho'sbeeninspaceandthey'llsaythesame
thing.There'snoroomforerrorandnosecondchances.NooneIknowwould
takethosekindsofrisks,andtheCIAhasthesamementality.
Doyouknowwhattheworstthingisaboutallofthisis?Apartfromyouand
oneothercontactofminewhoisalsoanagent,Ican'ttalktoanyoneaboutit.
So here I am with this momentous achievement and no one can know!
Whoeverislisteningmightbepartoftheteamandwhomayundoubtedlybe
tryingtocatchmebeforeItalk,althoughthat'stoolatenow.Whenwewere
training,weweretoldwecouldn'ttalktoanyoneaboutthis.Notfamily,not
friends,noone,andnowIknowwhy.Stupidly,ItoldmyfamilythatIwaspart


of the space station program and got transferred to Europe. That was a
mistake,andamajorlessonedlearnedaboutthelureofabigpaycheck!
M:Iunderstandhowever,Iwouldn'tpersonallyconsiderthata"mistake"!
Because of this story, you're giving the public one more piece of the puzzle
aboutwhatreallygoesoninthespaceprogramandwhatisbeingkeptfrom
us.
C: One thing about the surface on Mars: it felt unstable. There were minor
earthquakes [marsquakes more info: http://www.space.com/418
marsquakesredplanetrumble.html]whenwewerethere.Maybethatcould
explainwhathappenedtotheothermissions?Ofcourse,itcouldbeabuild
up to something more major, but we were only in a very small part of the
planet,so whoknows?Andwith pastvolcanicactivityinevidence,thismay
lead to problems in future mining missions. If these earthquakes are at the
start of a cycle, then the issue could become very problematic. Of course,
there'snobackupatmosphereforanyonetoescapetoinanemergency,so
thatcouldbeverydangerous.AsInowknow,theseguysaren'tthatbothered
about personal well being, but more about what this planet may reap in
termsofprofits.
TheotherthingaboutMarsthatisvaluablefromascientificperspectiveisthe
climate.Forexample,ifwaterispresent,couldtherebeanycluestobefound
about our climate in future decades? Although distance from the sun is a
factor,therearestillplentyofthingswecanlearn.WesawnoET's,though.
Thisshouldhopefullymakepeoplerealizemostofwhattheyaretoldabout
Marsisfakeorsimplyuntrue.Thesampleswebroughtbackcouldbeworth
billionsandbillions,soafewfakealiensareabrilliantdiversion.
M:What,specifically,areyousayingisuntrueaboutMarsthatyou'veheard?
I've heard quite a bit from other whistleblowers online, but nothing
specificallyaboutMartianaliens.I'veheardaboutabasethere,andI'veheard
of the jump room. I've also heard of other people claiming to have been
there.


C:Idon'tbelievethejumproomstuffiscredibleatall.Iknowwehavemore
advanced tech in the military than is known, but that just doesn't ring true
withme,happily.
NASA also rubbished alien stories about Mars, as well. They were keen to
stress the planet was lifeless. Whether they knew about the financial
potentialoftheplanet,though,isadifferentquestionand,ofcourse,ifwhat
weknowgetsoutintothepublicdomain,amannedmission(whichwasseen
aspoliticalsuicideincaseoffailure)nowbecomesaracetoreapbenefit.It
willbeinterestingtoseewhatofficialreaction,ifany,willcomeofthis.Mars
must be a multimultibilliondollar planet, completely untouched and
unclaimed.
Whydoyouthinktheyneverwentbacktothemoon?There'snovalueinit.If
the moon was full of precious metals, etc., wewould have been backmany
times.It'sjustnotworthit.Also,asasideissue,thelongtermimplicationsof
mining it were unknown and could have proven disastrous to earth. Of
course,wedon'tknowtheimplicationsforminingMarsonamassscale,but
we will find out in the coming decades as governments eventually catch up
andfindoutwhathugepotentialithasintermsofitsriches.
M: Hm, yes, quite possible! Ok, you said, "the longterm implications of
miningitwereunknownandcouldhaveprovendisastroustoearth."Canyou
explainhowthatmightbe?
C:There'svirtuallynoatmosphere.Anybyproductsingasformcouldescape
intospace.Whatimplicationswillhappenasaconsequence?Also,themass
of the planet will decrease. Will that have implications for the orbit Mars
travels?Themoon's,aswell?Wedon'tknowenoughabouttherelationship
betweenMarsandEarth.Tostartminingitforallit'sworthisdangerousas
farasI'mconcernedbecausewe'vestillgotalottolearnbeforewedivein
andstart.Newton'sthirdlawofphysics[thermodynamics]saysthatforevery
actionthereisanequalandoppositereaction.Anddon'tworry,I'llbefine
finallyblowingthelidonthiswillhelpprotectme.Theyhaven'tfoundmeyet!


M: How long do you think you need to stay on the run? Do you have any
evidence that these guys are after you? (I know it's probably a good
assumptionbasedonwhatyoutoldmesofar.)
C:Ihaveagoodideaofwhoisafterme.Thereareonlyahandfulofpeopleon
the planet who could pull this off without being questioned and found out.
This much ability requires a lot of power and the ability to corrupt at the
highest level. I will be on the run for a while. I reckon there will be fake
contactsmadewithmetotrytomeet,butinEurope,it'seasytodisappear
into the background. No real borders and plenty of contacts there should I
needthem;although,oneofthemisabouttheonlyoneIcouldtrustatthe
moment.Don'tforgettherewillalsobeabountyonmyhead,andeverylow
life with a gun will be interested. But those interested in finding me again
offernovalueorloyaltytothosewhohelpthem.Youonlyhavetolookatmy
situation.
M:Ok,fairenough.Howisyourradiationsicknessgoing?
C:Sicknessisok,controlledbymedication,andluckilyit'sonlymild.I'msure
thesuitsweusedwerecreatedtoabsorbradiationinsmallamountssothey
couldtestusfortoleranceanddurationontheplanet'ssurface.Don'tforget
the data we brought back was costing billions, so all aspects of the mission
hadtocontributetoanoverallpicturethattheycouldusetodeliverareport
abouttheviabilityoffuturemissions.Wewereprobablysigningadeathnote
whenwesignedup;hindsightisawonderfulgift!
M:Verytrue!AnddidyoubringanythingatallbackfromMarsforyourself?
Likeasouvenirrockorsomething?
C:Nosouvenirs.Weweresearchedandmadetopasssolidsinordertodetect
anything.Verystrictaboutthat.
M:Andyousawnoplantlifeorwateratall?


C:Noplantlifeorwater.Iknowsomanypeopletalkaboutthis,butwesaw
nothinglikethat.Nottosayitdoesn'texist,butnothingwesawprovedit.Of
course,wewereonlythereforalimitedtime,andwewereonlyoutsidefor
shortperiodsduetotemperatureandradiation.
M: I appreciate that you're honest about not finding plant life while still
acknowledging that it could be elsewhere on the planet and you just didn't
seethem.WhereexactlyontheMartiansurfacedidyouland?
C: Check out Viking lander site as we were near there. The data returned
previouslydictatedthatwasthebestsite.
M:Ifyouhadittodooveragain,wouldyougo?Wasitworthittoyou?
C:Itwasworthittoexperienceit.WouldIagain?Spacetravellikethatisa
younger man's game. The physical strain when you hit your late thirties
meansthatittakesawhiletorecover.Butyouknowwhat?Nowtheyknow
aboutthepotentialfuelreservesonMars,theycanhitthegasabitharder,I
reckon, and maybe reduce journey time. We saw only a tiny fraction of the
surface, but the conditions would mean that anything capable of surviving
therewouldn'tbeplantlifeorlifeasweknowit.God,IsoundlikeSpock!If
there IS any life, I would suggest it would be subterranean, as there is
protection. I would imagine given the planet's geological history, there are
manycavesthere,butwedidn'tseeany.Thereareriotsaboutfuelcosts,so
what Mars may bring is stability. But it will take many years to realize this,
andIreckonNASAwillplaycatchupandassertitsauthority.Politically,space
travelbecamedefunctinthe80'sinrealterms,butifaroutetoprofitcanbe
found, then watch the next big space race, but this time with more
competitors.
M: Thank you very much for your story, Chad! I appreciate you taking the
timetotellusthisstory.Ihopeyoucaneventuallyfindsafety,andthatyour
familyknowsyou'rewell.


And there you have it! This was the end of our discussion about the Mars
mission,butIhaveremainedintouchwithChad.Atthispoint,Ihopetobe
abletoconvincehimtodoavideoorTVinterview,butofcourse,therewill
bemorethanafewobstaclestoovercome,themainonebeingthathemay
currently be in some danger if he goes public. Furthermore, there is always
thebarrierofpeoples'understandableskepticism.AsIsaidinthebeginning,I
cannotverifythisstoryforanyone,norismyintenttoconvinceanyoneofits
veracity.Mygoalisonlytohelphimgethisstoryheard,becauseifthisstory
IS true, the people of this planet are being lied to on a grand scale, and
perhapsthiswilleventuallyhelptheUFODisclosureMovement.It'stimefor
theliestobeuncovered,andtimeforthetruthwhateverthatmaybeto
beknownonceandforall.

Morgan Kochel
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Chad Johnson

Are You Stuck on the Karmic Wheel?

by Joe Nunziata

What is your definition of karma?

I asked this question to thousands of people as I was researching my new
book Karma Buster. I received a variety of answers, but many repeated

the basic principle, You reap what you sow. This response is a true, but
limited view of karma.
Although we are familiar with the word we must understand just how
powerful karma is in our lives. Karma must be examined on a much
deeper level to truly answer this question. Yes, you do create your life
based on the principle of reciprocity, but you must also uncover and clear
your negative karma to make permanent positive changes in your life.
In my new book Karma Buster I offer a new definition:
Your karma is the blueprint for
are here to experience in this lifetime.

the

emotional

work

you

What does this mean to you and how is it affecting your life? It is all tied to
the emotional experience you are here to have in your lifetime. You are on
this earth to feel your feelings and to experience an emotional journey.
That is what life is all about. As human beings we are caught up in
constantly doing and not feeling. Your karma is tied to three very powerful
aspects of your life. Once you understand these principles you can begin
to clear your negative karma and create the life you desire.
The 3 Ds of Karma
DNA: Your karma is coded to your DNA. You inherited your physical and
emotional characteristics from your parents. You inherited your mothers
hair color or your dads eyes. You also inherited your mothers depression
or your dads anger. You selected your parents before you came into your
physical body because they had the best DNA code for you to complete
your emotional mission in your lifetime.
Desire: Your internal desires and feelings are coded to your DNA and
your karma. Your soul has a desire to feel specific emotions. These
emotions are then created by situations and people you bring into your
life. You may have come here to feel abandonment, for example. If this is
the case your soul will desire to feel abandoned and you will create
situations to bring that feeling into your consciousness.

Destiny: Your karma is also tied to your destiny. Everyone has internal
feelings and desires to experience certain things in life. The question is,
do you follow those feelings or not? We all have desires, but often allow
fear to stop us from moving forward. The wild card here is free will, which
gives you the option to choose your path.
Many people are stuck in a repetitive pattern of behavior in one of three
areas; relationships, health, career or finances. You may have
overlapping issues in more than one area, but identifying the one area
that is constantly causing you pain will help you work on your main karmic
issue. In order to break your negative karma you must get off your Karmic
Wheel and stop creating the future based on the past.
Think of your Karmic Wheel as a pattern of behavior. You are trapped in a
negative cycle of energy that you will continue to repeat over and over
again until you deal with the emotions attached to the circumstance. This
cycle is based on your deepest feelings and beliefs. No one is consciously
creating pain and suffering. These situations and episodes are being
created unconsciously based on unresolved feelings from your past.
Lets use the feeling of abandonment as an example. In your karma you
came here to experience what it feels like to be abandoned. Your soul
wants you to feel the abandonment, but you have been conditioned to
avoid this feeling because it is too painful. This is a natural instinct
because as human beings we are designed to avoid pain to protect
ourselves. To break this cycle you must now feel the pain of being
abandoned that you have been avoiding your entire life. The reason you
are constantly replaying circumstances to make you feel abandoned is
that you refuse to feel it on a deep emotional level and let go of the
energy. So you keep replaying it over and over again.
Resistance of your true feelings keeps you trapped on your specific
Karmic Wheel. Once you accept the truth that you felt abandoned as a
child and truly feel the pain of that emotion, you can release the energy
and stop creating situations to make you feel abandoned. All of these
deep emotions are anchored to specific episodes from your childhood.
Most children were not permitted to express their feelings and therefore

were unable to process the emotions they were feeling. This block of
energy creates a recycling of this emotion over and over again until it is
Felt and then released from your body.
The process for clearing this energy is to first identify the feeling. You
must then sit quietly and replay the specific incident in your mind. Only
then can you relive the feelings and release the negative energy. It may
take some time to clear the deep emotions from your past. If you continue
using this process on a regular basis, in time you will feel the feelings of
the past and you will not have to repeat your pattern any more. You will
feel lighter and more flowing as each layer of the emotion is processed
and the negative energy is released out of your body.
The key to your success is to be more aware of your feelings on a daily
basis. You must also be in your truth about how certain people and
circumstances make you feel. This will help you become more connected
to your spirit self and true internal power. Enjoy your journey to wholeness
and becoming a Karma Buster.
Joe Nunziata is a life and business coach, spiritual teacher, professional
speaker and bestselling author of Spiritual Selling, Finding Your Purpose
and No More 9 to 5. His new release Karma Buster was featured in the
gift bags at the 2012 Academy Awards.
See more about Joe at http://JoeNunz.com
See more about Karma Buster http://karmabuster.com

Do you believe in angels? 81% of Americans say they believe in

angels to some extent, with 60% of Americans absolutely believing
(Baylor University study). Lorna Byrne, author of international
bestseller Angels in my hair, has been seeing and talking to angels
since she was a baby, and considers them her best friends.
Everyone has a Guardian angel. It doesnt matter what religion you are,
or whether you have no belief in God at all, you have a Guardian Angel. I
see the light of everyones Guardian Angel behind them, and I have never
seen anyone without one.
Your Guardian Angel never leaves you. Not for a minute, it is with you
from before you are conceived, and stays with you until after you are
dead. I am often asked are they there when we are in the bathroom or
making love. The answer is yes! They never leave us (and they are not
embarrassed by things we might be). No matter how alone you may feel
you are never alone.

All you have to do is ask. You have been given free will, and an angel is
not allowed to interfere with that. You need to ask your Guardian angel for
help. Just ask, its as simple as that. It may only be once a year, but ask.
Your Guardian Angel lets other angels and souls into help you. Your
Guardian Angel is the gatekeeper of your soul. It can let other spirits and
angels close to help you. Whatever task or problem you have, there are
teacher angels who can help you. Your Guardian Angel can also allow
spirits of people who have passed to help you - perhaps the spirit of your
Granny who has died.
Your Guardian Angel can communicate with someone elses
Guardian angel. Having a problem with someone? Nervous about
meeting someone? Ask your Guardian Angel to have a word with his or
her Guardian Angel.
Angels take on a human appearance to help us to understand a
message. I see angels all the time, and they all look different all unique
but all magnificent. They may appear as a male or female, and seem to
be able to change this at will. Some angels appear with wings, some not.
They take on an appearance which helps the communication they want to
give so the Angel of Mothers Love, who I talk about in my book Angels
in my hair, is round like the sun and enormous in size. Her wings are
wrapped around her but opened out, a little like a mother hen. Her arms
are always ready to embrace you in a big hug.
Your Guardian Angel loves you, youre precious to them, youre their
number one they have to do everything they can for you, and they will.
All you have to do is ask.
For more information on Lorna Byrne WWW.lornabyrne.com
Angels in my hair by Lorna Byrne is published in the USA by Doubleday


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Its Time to Wake Up Spiritually

Wendy Joy offers guidance to those who have experienced spiritual world
EMERALD ISLE, N.C. In her new book, Clear Channel: A Guide for the Newly
Awakening (published by Balboa Press), Wendy Joy uses personal stories to help
readers navigate the tumultuous waters of awakening to the spirit world.
Joy tells readers that she writes as someone who can relate to their experiences,
just someone who is further along in her journey. I was guided to journal my
experiences as they occurred, allowing me to provide a unique, in-the-trenches
perspective, Joy says.
Clear Channel provides a much-needed resource for understanding the physical,
emotional, mental and spiritual changes that are facing many people today, as
mankind enters into a new evolutionary phase. Joy says that even non-spiritual
seekers are feeling these changes. Clear Channel addresses the capabilities that
Joy explains humanity can now embody, including:

The power of manifestation

The ability to enter into conscious communication with Spirit
The capability of healing yourself and others
The capacity to detect subtle energy in all things
The gift of helping people who have passed make a full transition to the
Other Side.

An endorsement by Joy Gardner, a healer with 30 years of experience and author of

eleven books about the spiritual realm:
Wendy Joy cleverly melds her own extraordinary honesty,
transparency, and sense-of-humor with down-home advice for those
who are newly awakening. Its like having a friend to reassure you
while you are taking those first (and sometimes frightening) steps
into a whole new reality. But this book is not just for beginners,

because as the author grows, she shares insights and experiences

that are quite fascinating even for the more seasoned traveler.
Clear Channel is a must-read for anyone who may be confused and looking for
guidance and answers to their spiritual questions.
About the Author
Trained as a speech language pathologist specializing in brain trauma, Wendy Joy
now practices many holistic healing techniques and assists others with their own
spiritual awakening through consultation and lectures. Visit www.wendyjoy.net to
learn more.


Sticks and Stones
I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV
will be fought with sticks and stones. ~ Albert Einstein. And here are two
traditional folktales that feature both:
The Red Ettin
THERE was once a widow that lived on a small bit of ground, which she rented
from a farmer. And she had two sons; and by and by it was time for the wife to
send them away to seek their fortune. So she told her eldest son one day to take a
can and bring her water from the well, that she might bake a cake for him; and
however much or however little water he might bring, the cake would be great or
small accordingly, and that cake was to be all that she could give him when he
went on his travels.
The lad went away with the can to the well, and filled it with water, and then
came away home again; but the can being broken, the most part of the water had
run out before he got back. So his cake was very small; yet small as it was, his
mother asked him if he was willing to take the half of it with her blessing, telling
him that, if he chose rather to take the whole, he would only get it with her curse.
The young man, thinking he might have to travel a far way, and not knowing
when or how he might get other provisions, said he would like to have the whole
cake, come out of his mother's malison* what might; so she gave him the whole
cake, and her malison along with it. Then he took his brother aside, and gave him
a knife to keep till he should come back, desiring him to look at it every morning,
and as long as it continued to be clear, then he might be sure that the owner of it
was well; but if it grew dim and rusty, then for certain some ill had befallen him.
So the young man went to seek his fortune. And he went all that day, and all the
next day; and on the third day, in the afternoon, he came up to where a shepherd
was sitting with a flock of sheep. And he went up to the shepherd and asked him
who the sheep belonged to; and he answered:
'The Red Ettin of Ireland
Once lived in Ballygan,
And stole King Malcolm's daughter,

The king of fair Scotland.

He beats her, he binds her,
He lays her on a band;
And every day he strikes her
With a bright silver wand.
Like Julian the Roman,
He's one that fears no man.
'It's said there's one predestinate
To be his mortal foe;
But that man is yet unborn,
And long may it be so.'
This shepherd also told him to beware of the beasts he should next meet, for they
were of a very different kind from any he had yet seen.
So the young man went on, and by and by he saw a multitude of very dreadful
beasts, with two heads, and on every head four horns. And he was sore
frightened, and ran away from them as fast as he could; and glad was he when he
came to a castle that stood on a hillock, with the door standing wide open to the
wall. And he went into the castle for shelter, and there he saw an old wife sitting
beside the kitchen fire. He asked the wife if he might stay for the night, as he was
tired with a long journey; and the wife said he might, but it was not a good place
for him to be in, as it belonged to the Red Ettin, who was a very terrible beast,
with three heads, that spared no living man it could get hold of. The young man
would have gone away, but he was afraid of the beasts on the outside of the
castle; so he beseeched the old woman to hide him as best she could, and not tell
the Ettin he was there. He thought, if he could put over the night, he might get
away in the morning, without meeting with the beasts, and so escape. But he had
not been long in his hiding-hole, before the awful Ettin came in; and no sooner
was he in, than he was heard crying:
'Snouk but and snouk ben,
I find the smell of an earthly man,
Be he living, or be he dead,
His heart this night shall kitchen my bread.'

The monster soon found the poor young man, and pulled him from his hole. And
when he had got him out, he told him that if he could answer him three questions
his life should be spared. So the first head asked: 'A thing without an end, what's
that?' But the young man knew not. Then the second head said: 'The smaller, the
more dangerous, what's that?' But the young man knew it not. And then the third
head asked: 'The dead carrying the living; riddle me that?' But the young man had
to give it up. The lad not being able to answer one of these questions, the Red
Ettin took a mallet and knocked him on the head, and turned him into a pillar of
stone.
On the morning after this happened the younger brother took out the knife to look
at it, and he was grieved to find it all brown with rust. He told his mother that the
time was now come for him to go away on his travels also; so she requested him
to take the can to the well for water, that she might make a cake for him. And he
went, and as he was bringing home the water, a raven over his head cried to him
to look, and he would see that the water was running out. And he was a young
man of sense, and seeing the water running out, he took some clay and patched
up the holes, so that he brought home enough water to bake a large cake. When
his mother put it to him to take the half-cake with her blessing, he took it in
preference to having the whole with her malison; and yet the half was bigger than
what the other lad had got.
So he went away on his journey; and after he had travelled a far way, he met with
an old woman that asked him if he would give her a bit of his bannock. And he
said: 'I will gladly do that', and so he gave her a piece of the bannock; and for that
she gave him a magic wand, that might yet be of service to him, if he took care to
use it rightly. Then the old woman, who was a fairy, told him a great deal that
would happen to him, and what he ought to do in all circumstances; and after that
she vanished in an instant out of his sight. He went on a great way further, and
then he came up to the old man herding the sheep; and when he asked whose
sheep these were, the answer was:
'The Red Ettin of Ireland
Once lived in Ballygan,
And stole King Malcolm's daughter,
The king of fair Scotland.
He beats her, he binds her,
He lays her on a band;

And every day he strikes her

With a bright silver wand
Like Julian the Roman,
He's one that fears no man.
'But now I fear his end is near,
And destiny at hand;
And you're to be, I plainly see,
The heir of all his land.'
When he came to the place where the monstrous beasts were standing, he did not
stop nor run away, but went boldly through amongst them. One came up roaring
with open mouth to devour him, when he struck it with his wand, and laid it in an
instant dead at his feet. He soon came to the Ettin's castle, where he knocked, and
was admitted. The old woman who sat by the fire warned him of the terrible
Ettin, and what had been the fate of his brother; but he was not to be daunted. The
monster soon came in, saying:
'Snouk but and snouk ben,
I find the smell of an earthly man,
Be he living, or be he dead,
His heart this night shall kitchen my bread.'
He quickly espied the young man, and bade him come forth on the floor. And
then he put the three questions to him; but the young man had been told
everything by the good fairy, so he was able to answer all the questions. So when
the first head asked, 'What's the thing without an end?' he said: 'A bowl.' And
when the second head said: 'The smaller the more dangerous; what's that?' he said
at once, 'A bridge.' And last, the third head said: 'When does the dead carry the
living, riddle me that?' Then the young man answered up at once and said: 'When
a ship sails on the sea with men inside her.' When the Ettin found this, he knew
that his power was gone. The young man then took up an axe and hewed off the
monster's three heads. He next asked the old woman to show him where the
king's daughter lay; and the old woman took him upstairs, and opened a great
many doors, and out of every door came a beautiful lady who had been
imprisoned there by the Ettin; and one of the ladies was the king's daughter. She
also took him down into a low room, and there stood a stone pillar, that he had
only to touch with his wand, when his brother started into life. And the whole of

the prisoners were overjoyed at their deliverance, for which they thanked the
young man. Next day they all set out for the king's court, and a gallant company
they made. And the king married his daughter to the young man that had
delivered her, and gave a noble's daughter to his brother; and so they all lived
happily all the rest of their days.

Source: English Fairy Tales by Joseph Jacobs [b. 1854, d. 1916] Illustrated by
John D. Batten London: David Nutt [1890] Scanned and redacted by Phillip
Brown. Additional formatting and proofing by J. B. Hare at sacred-texts.com.
This text is in the public domain. This file may be used for any non-commerical
purpose, provided this statement of attribution is left intact.

*A malison is an archaic word for a curse, and one way to counter such a curse
would have been to consult a charmer.
Charming was a distinct tradition, based on either the possession of an
innate healing touch, ownership of a healing object, or most commonly the
possession of one or more simple verse charms usually based on extracts
from the New Testament or apocryphal biblical stories. .. In many areas
charms could only remain efficacious if they were transmitted to someone
of the opposite sex. The charms were concerned with a well-defined
range of natural ailments There was no ambiguity about what charmers
did They were merely custodians of a God-given gift, not masters of
equivocal magical forces (Davies, 2007, p.83).
Charms could be produced for a variety of purposes, such as the detection of
thieves and the procurement of love, but the majority were concerned with
the protection of humans and livestock from witchcraft and the curing of
those already bewitched. Magical texts usually specified that such charms
had to be written on either virgin or unborn parchment. The former was
made from the skin of an animal that had not yet reached sexual maturity,
while the latter was made from unborn animals that were either cut out of
the uterus or aborted (ibid. p.147). Most written charms contained a strong
religious element Scriptural passages were often reproduced in Latin,

with the occasional smattering of Greek or Hebrew. Such passages were

often badly spelt and grammatically poor, presumably from repeated
copying. Not surprisingly, there was also considerable use of overtly
magical words and phrases, spirit names, occult symbols, planetary signs,
and astrological terms. If a charm was intended to protect a human, the
cunning-person would often conceal it in a little bag with the injunction that
it be kept close to the body and should never be allowed to touch the
ground. To avoid this fate, charms were sewn into clothing, worn around the
neck or tucked into corsets (ibid. p.148).
What is evident from all this is that magic did a lot of the work later taken over by
pharmaceutical medicine, fertilizers, insurance schemes and advertisement columns (Hutton,
1993, p.290), and those practising more than likely saw charms and rituals in the same
functional sense as these modern commodities and services (ibid. p.290). Most practitioners
of the art would have had just one or two stock charms that they reproduced over
and over again, personalising them by adding the clients name.
References
Davies, O. (2007) Popular Magic: Cunning-folk in English History, London &
New York: Hambledon Continuum.
Hutton, R. (1993) The Pagan Religions of the Ancient British Isles: Their Nature and Legacy,
Oxford: Blackwell Publishing.
,

A shamanic journey is one that generally takes place in a trance state to the sound
of a drumbeat, through dancing, or by ingesting psychoactive drugs, in which aid
is sought from beings in (what are considered to be) other realities generally for
healing purposes or for divinationboth for individuals and / or the community. A
shamanic story can be defined as one that has either been based on or inspired by
a shamanic journey, or one that contains a number of the elements typical of such
a journey, and the story that follows provides an example of one - a Middle
World quest. And once again, like the previous tale, it features both stick and
stone:

The Man without a Heart

Once upon a time there were seven brothers, who were orphans, and had no
sister. Therefore they were obliged to do all their own housework. This they did
not like at all; so after much deliberation they decided to get married. There were,
unfortunately, no young girls to be found in the place where they lived; but the
elder brothers agreed to go out into the world and seek for brides, promising to
bring back a very pretty wife for the youngest also if he would meanwhile stay at
home and take care of the house. He consented willingly, and the six young men
set off in good spirits.
On their way they came to a small cottage standing quite by itself in a wood; and
before the door stood an old, old man, who accosted the brothers saying, 'Hullo,
you young fellows! Whither away so fast and cheerily?'
'We are going to find bonny brides for ourselves, and one for our youngest
brother at home,' they replied.
'Oh! dear youths,' said the old man, 'I am terribly lonely here; pray bring a bride
for me also; only remember, she must be young and pretty.'
'What does a shrivelled old grey thing like that want with a pretty young bride?'
thought the brothers, and went on their way.
Presently they came to a town where were seven sisters, as young and as lovely
as anyone could wish. Each brother chose one, and the youngest they kept for
their brother at home. Then the whole party set out on the return journey, and
again their path led through the wood and past the old man's cottage.
There he stood before the door, and cried: 'Oh! you fine fellows, what a charming
bride you have brought me!'
'She is not for you, said the young men. 'She is for our youngest brother, as we
promised.'

'What!' said the old man, 'promised! I'll make you eat your promises!' And with
that he took his magic wand, and, murmuring a charm, he touched both brothers
and brides, and immediately they were turned into grey stones.
Only the youngest sister he had not bewitched. He took her into the cottage, and
from that time she was obliged to keep house for him. She was not very unhappy,
but one thought troubled her. What if the old man should die and leave her here
alone in the solitary cottage deep in the heart of the wood! She would be as
'terribly lonely' as he had formerly been.
One day she told him of her fear.
'Don't be anxious,' he said. 'You need neither fear my death nor desire it, for I
have no heart in my breast! However, if I should die, you will find my wand
above the door, and with it you can set free your sisters and their lovers. Then
you will surely have company enough.'
'Where in all the world do you keep your heart, if not in your breast?' asked the
girl.
'Do you want to know everything?' her husband said. 'Well, if you must know,
my heart is in the bed-cover.'
When the old man had gone out about his business his bride passed her time in
embroidering beautiful flowers on the bed quilt to make his heart happy. The old
man was much amused. He laughed, and said to her: 'You are a good child, but I
was only joking. My heart is really inin'
'Now where is it, dear husband?'
'It is in the doorway,' he replied.
Next day, while he was out, the girl decorated the door with gay feathers and
fresh flowers, and hung garlands upon it. And on his return the old fellow asked
what it all meant.

'I did it to show my love for your heart,' said the girl.
And again the old man smiled, saying, 'You are a dear child, but my heart is not
in the doorway.'
Then the poor young bride was very vexed, and said, 'Ah, my dear! You really
have a heart somewhere, so you may die and leave me all alone.'
The old man did his best to comfort her by repeating all he had said before, but
she begged him afresh to tell her truly where his heart was and at last he told her.
'Far, far from here,' said he, 'in a lonely spot, stands a great church, as old as old
can be. Its doors are of iron, and round it runs a deep moat, spanned by no bridge.
Within that church is a bird which flies up and down; it never eats, and never
drinks, and never dies. No one can catch it, and while that bird lives so shall I, for
in it is my heart.'
It made the little bride quite sad to think she could do nothing to show her love
for the old man's heart. She used to think about it as she sat all alone during the
long days, for her husband was almost always out.
One day a young traveller came past the house, and seeing such a pretty girl he
wished her 'Good day.'
She returned his greeting, and as he drew near she asked him whence he came
and where he was going.
'Alas!' sighed the youth, 'I am very sorrowful. I had six brothers, who went away
to find brides for themselves and one for me; but they have never come home, so
now I am going to look for them.'
'Oh, good friend,' said the girl, 'you need go no farther. Come, sit down, eat and
drink, and afterwards I'll tell you all about it.'
She gave him food, and when he had finished his meal she told him how his
brothers had come to the town where she lived with her sisters, how they had

each chosen a bride, and, taking herself with them, had started for home. She
wept as she told how the others were turned to stone, and how she was kept as the
old man's bride. She left out nothing, even telling him the story of her husband's
heart. When the young man heard this he said: 'I shall go in search of the bird. It
may be that God will help me to find and catch it.'
'Yes, do go,' she said; 'it will be a good deed, for then you can set your brothers
and my sisters free.' Then she hid the young man, for it was now late, and her
husband would soon be home.
Next morning, when the old man had gone out, she prepared a supply of
provisions for her guest, and sent him off on his travels, wishing him good luck
and success.
He walked on and on till he thought it must be time for breakfast; so he opened
his knapsack, and was delighted to find such a store of good things. 'What a
feast!' he exclaimed; 'will anyone come and share it?'
'Moo-oo,' sounded close behind him, and looking round he saw a great red ox,
which said, 'I have much pleasure in accepting your kind invitation.'
'I'm delighted to see you. Pray help yourself. All I have is at your service,' said
the hospitable youth. And the ox lay down comfortably, licking his lips, and
made a hearty meal.
'Many thanks to you,' said the animal as it rose up. 'When you are in danger or
necessity call me, even if only by a thought,' and it disappeared among the
bushes.
The young man packed up all the food that was left, and wandered on till the
shortening shadows and his own hunger warned him that it was midday. he laid
the cloth on the ground and spread out his provisions, saying at the same time:
'Dinner is ready, and anyone who wishes to share it is welcome.'

Then there was a great rustling in the undergrowth, and out ran a wild boar,
grunting, 'Umph, umph, umph; someone said dinner was ready. Was it you? and
did you mean me to come?'
'By all means. Help yourself to what I have,' said the young traveller. And the
two enjoyed their meal together.
Afterwards the boar got up, saying, 'Thank you; when in need you be you must
quickly call for me,' and he rolled off.
For a long time the youth walked on. By evening he was miles away. He felt
hungry again, and, having still some provisions left, thought he had better make
ready his supper. When it was all spread out he cried as before, 'Anyone who
cares to share my meal is welcome.'
He heard a sound overhead like the flapping of wings, and a shadow was cast
upon the ground. Then a huge griffin appeared, saying: 'I heard someone giving
an invitation to eat; is there anything for me?'
'Why not?' said the youth. 'Come down and take all you want. There won't be
much left after this.'
So the griffin alighted and ate his fill, saying, as he flew away, 'Call me if you
need me.'
'What a hurry he was in!' the youth said to himself. 'He might have been able to
direct me to the church, for I shall never find it alone.'
He gathered up his things, and started to walk a little farther before resting. He
had not gone far when all of a sudden he saw the church!
He soon came to it, or rather to the wide and deep moat which surrounded it
without a single bridge by which to cross.
It was too late to attempt anything now; and, besides, the poor youth was very
tired, so he lay down on the ground and fell fast asleep.

Next morning, when he awoke, he began to wish himself over the moat; and the
thought occurred to him that if only the red ox were there, and thirsty enough to
drink up all the water in the moat, he might walk across it dry shod.
Scarcely had the thought crossed his brain before the ox appeared and began to
drink up the water.
The grateful youth hastened across as soon as the moat was dry, but found it
impossible to penetrate the thick walls and strong iron doors of the church.
'I believe that big boar would be of more use here than I am,' he thought, and lo!
at the wish the wild boar came and began to push hard against the wall. He
managed to loosen one stone with his tusks, and, having made a beginning, stone
after stone was poked out till he had made quite a large hole, big enough to let a
man go through.
The young man quickly entered the church, and saw a bird flying about, but he
could not catch it.
'Oh!' he exclaimed, 'if only the griffin were here, he would soon catch it.'
At these words the griffin appeared, and, seizing the bird, gave it to the youth,
who carried it off carefully, while the griffin flew away.
The young man hurried home as fast as possible, and reached the cottage before
evening. He told his story to the little bride, who, after giving him some food and
drink, hid him with his bird beneath the bed.
Presently the old man came home, and complained of feeling ill. Nothing, he
said, would go well with him any more: his 'heart bird' was caught.
The youth under the bed heard this, and thought, 'This old fellow has done me no
particular harm, but then he has bewitched my brothers and their brides, and has
kept my bride for himself, and that is certainly bad enough.'

So he pinched the bird, and the old man cried, 'Ah! I feel death gripping me!
Child, I am dying!'
With these words he fell fainting from his chair, and as the youth, before he knew
what he was doing, had squeezed the bird to death, the old man died also.
Out crept the young man from under the bed, and the girl took the magic wand
(which she found where the old man had told her), and, touching the twelve grey
stones, transformed them at once into the six brothers and their brides.
Then there was great joy, and kissing and embracing. And there lay the old man,
quite dead, and no magic wand could restore him to life, even had they wished it.
After that they all went away and were married, and lived many years happily
together.

Source: The Pink Fairy Book Edited by Andrew Lang New York, London:
Longmans, Green [1897]

One of the traditional attributes of the shaman was his / her ability to
communicate with animals, as the youngest brother is able to do with the ox,
wild boar, and griffin all of whom then act as Power Animals, helpers to him on
his quest.
The fact that the story is about seven brothers and seven sisters is also of
significance. In the world of the shaman, the structure of the whole cosmos is
frequently symbolized by the number seven, made up of the four directions, the
centre, the zenith in heaven, and the nadir in the underworld. The essential axes of
this structure are the four cardinal points and a central vertical axis passing
through their point of intersection that connects the Upper World, the Middle
World and the Lower World.

It has been suggested that all the stories that have ever been written are based on
just seven plots (see Booker, 2008). The seven basic plot types Christopher
Booker identifies are Overcoming the monster, Rags to riches, The quest, Voyage
and return, Comedy, Tragedy, and Rebirth. And if that is the case, then The Man
without a Heart is perhaps best described as a quest to re-establish the
equilibrium of the community, the responsibility for which was traditionally the
shamans.
The shamanic journey frequently involves passing through some kind of gateway.
As Eliade explains,
The clashing of rocks, the dancing reeds, the gates in the shape of
jaws, the two razor-edged restless mountains, the two clashing
icebergs, the active door, the revolving barrier, the door made of the
two halves of the eagles beak, and many more all these are images used
in myths and sagas to suggest the insurmountable difficulties of passage to
the Other World [and sometimes the passage back too] (Eliade, 2003,
pp.64-65).
The gateway the youngest brother has too cross is represented by the deep moat
with no bridge that surrounds the church where the old mans heart is to be found.
The style of storytelling most frequently employed in both shamanic stories and
in fairy tales is that of magic realism, in which although the point of departure is
realistic (recognizable events in chronological succession, everyday
atmosphere, verisimilitude, characters with more or less predictable
psychological reactions), soon strange discontinuities or gaps appear in the
normal, true-to-life texture of the narrative (Calinescu, 1978, p.386). In other
words, what happens is that our expectations based on our intuitive knowledge of
physics are ultimately breached and knocked out. It is also the style of
storytelling we can find employed in this tale.
Writing or talking about shamanism has always been problematic as the subject
area resists objective analysis and is sufficiently beyond mainstream research to
foil writing [or talking] about it in a conventional academic way (Wallis,
2003, p.13). Shamans have their own ways of describing trance experience.
Outsiders

might call them metaphors, but to shamans these metaphors, such as

death, are real, lived experiences Metaphor is a problematic term
extracted from Western literary discourse which does not do justice to nonWestern, non-literary shamanic experiences. In recognising this limitation,
metaphor may remain a useful term for explaining alien shamanic
experiences in terms understandable to Westerners (Wallis, 2003, p.116).
Perhaps this is why the accounts of memorable shamanic journeys were often
turned into folktales, as it was the only way to make them both understandable
and acceptable to people not familiar with the landscapes to be found and
experiences to be had in such worlds. So although The Man without a Heart might
initially seem to be nothing more than a fairy tale, its origins could well have been
quite different
References
Booker, C. (2004) The Seven Basic Plots, London: Continuum Books.
Calinescu, M. (1978) The Disguises of Miracle: Notes on Mircea Eliades
Fiction. In Bryan Rennie (ed.) (2006) Mircea Eliade: A Critical Reader,
London: Equinox Publishing Ltd.
Eliade, M. (2003) Rites and Symbols of Initiation, Putnam, Connecticut: Spring
Publications (originally published by Harper Bros., New York, 1958).
Wallis, Robert J. (2003) Shamans/Neo-Shamans: Ecstasy, Alternative
Archaeologies and Contemporary Pagans, London: Routledge.


Sticks that serve as Teaching Tools
In the two Buddhist parables that follow, sticks are used in each case to serve as a
teaching tool:

Chopsticks
A woman who had worked all her life to bring about good was granted one wish:
"Before I die let me visit both hell and heaven." Her wish was granted.
She was whisked off to a great banqueting hall. The tables there were piled high
with delicious food and drink, but around them sat miserable, starving people as
wretched as anyone could be. "Why are they like this?" she asked the angel who
accompanied her. "Look at their arms," the angel replied. She looked and saw
that attached to the people's arms were long chopsticks secured above the elbow.
Unable to bend their elbows, the people aimed the chopsticks at the food, missed
every time and sat hungry, frustrated and miserable. "Indeed this is hell! Take me
away from here!"

She was then whisked off to heaven. Again she found herself in a great
banqueting hall with tables piled high, but this time people sat around them
laughing, contented, and joyful. "No chopsticks I suppose," she said. "Oh yes
there are. Look! Just as in hell they are long and attached above the elbow, but
here people have learnt to feed one another".
***
Another Brick in the Wall, another Nail in the Fence
There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy's father wanted to
teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he
lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He
was really worked up that day!
Overthecourseofthenextfewweeksthough,thelittleboybegantocontrolhis
temper,sothenumberofnailsthatwerehammeredintothefencedramatically
decreased.
It wasn't long before the little boy discoveredit waseasier to hold his temper
thantodrivethosenailsintothefence.
Then,thedayfinallycamewhenthelittleboydidn'tlosehistemperevenonce,
andhebecamesoproudofhimself,hecouldn'twaittotellhisfatherallabout
thegoodnews.
Pleased,hisfathersuggestedthathenowpulloutonenailforeachdaythathe
couldholdhistemper.
Severalweekswentbyandthedayfinallycamewhentheyoungboywasableto
tellhisfatherthatallthenailsweregone.


Then,verygently,thefathertookhissonbythehandandledhimtothefence.
"You have done very well, my son," he smiled, "but look at the holes in the
fence.Thefencewillneverbethesameagain."
Thelittleboylistenedcarefullyashisfathercontinuedtospeak.
"Whenyousaythingsinanger,theyleavepermanentscarsjustlikethese.And
nomatterhowmanytimesyousayyou'resorry,thewoundswillstillbethere."

Sticks used for Magical Purposes

What follows is a variation on the Cinderella story in which a stick is used for
magical purposes to enable a princess to transform herself into a bear to escape
from the clutches of her over-protective father. What makes the tale particularly
unusual is that the princess is then presented with the magic wand by the white
witch who aids her and is so afforded the opportunity to take control of her own
destiny an opportunity we all have in reality, though one which few of us
unfortunately recognise or take advantage of:
The Bear
Once on a time there was a king who had an only daughter. He was so proud and
so fond of her, that he was in constant terror that something would happen to her
if she went outside the palace, and thus, owing to his great love for her, he forced
her to lead the life of a prisoner, shut up within her own rooms.
The princess did not like this at all, and one day she complained about it very
bitterly to her nurse. Now, the nurse was a witch, though the king did not know it.
For some time she listened and tried to soothe the princess; but when she saw that
she would not be comforted, she said to her: 'Your father loves you very dearly,
as you know. Whatever you were to ask from him he would give you. The one
thing he will not grant you is permission to leave the palace. Now, do as I tell
you. Go to your father and ask him to give you a wooden wheel-barrow, and a
bear's skin. When you have got them bring them to me, and I will touch them
with my magic wand. The wheel-barrow will then move of itself, and will take
you at full speed wherever you want to go, and the bear's skin will make such a
covering for you, that no one will recognise you.'
So the princess did as the witch advised her. The king, when he heard her strange
request, was greatly astonished, and asked her what she meant to do with a
wheel-barrow and a bear's skin. And the princess answered, 'You never let me
leave the houseat least you might grant me this request' So the king granted it,
and the princess went back to her nurse, taking the barrow and the bear's skin
with her.

As soon as the witch saw them, she touched them with her magic wand, and in a
moment the barrow began to move about in all directions. The princess next put
on the bear's skin, which so completely changed her appearance, that no one
could have known that she was a girl and not a bear. In this strange attire she
seated herself on the barrow, and in a few minutes she found herself far away
from the palace, and moving rapidly through a great forest. Here she stopped the
barrow with a sign that the witch had shown her, and hid herself and it in a thick
grove of flowering shrubs.
Now it happened that the prince of that country was hunting with his dogs in the
forest. Suddenly he caught sight of the bear hiding among the shrubs, and calling
his dogs, hounded them on to attack it. But the girl, seeing what peril she was in,
cried, 'Call off your dogs, or they will kill me. What harm have I ever done to
you?' At these words, coming from a bear, the prince was so startled that for a
moment he stood stock-still, then he said quite gently, 'Will you come with me? I
will take you to my home.'
'I will come gladly,' replied the bear; and seating herself on the barrow it at once
began to move in the direction of the prince's palace. You may imagine the
surprise of the prince's mother when she saw her son return accompanied by a
bear, who at once set about doing the house-work better than any servant that the
queen had ever seen.
Now it happened that there were great festivities going on in the palace of a
neighbouring prince, and at dinner, one day, the prince said to his mother: 'This
evening there is to be a great ball, to which I must go.'
And his mother answered, 'Go and dance, and enjoy yourself.'
Suddenly a voice came from under the table, where the bear had rolled itself, as
was its wont: 'Let me come to the ball; I, too, would like to dance.'
But the only answer the prince made was to give the bear a kick, and to drive it
out of the room.

In the evening the prince set off for the ball. As soon as he had started, the bear
came to the queen and implored to be allowed to go to the ball, saying that she
would hide herself so well that no one would know she was there. The kindhearted queen could not refuse her.
Then the bear ran to her barrow, threw off her bear's skin, and touched it with the
magic wand that the witch had given her. In a moment the skin was changed into
an exquisite ball dress woven out of moon-beams, and the wheel-barrow was
changed into a carriage drawn by two prancing steeds. Stepping into the carriage
the princess drove to the grand entrance of the palace. When she entered the ballroom, in her wondrous dress of moon-beams, she looked so lovely, so different
from all the other guests, that everyone wondered who she was, and no one could
tell where she had come from.
From the moment he saw her, the prince fell desperately in love with her, and all
the evening he would dance with no one else but the beautiful stranger.
When the ball was over, the princess drove away in her carriage at full speed, for
she wished to get home in time to change her ball dress into the bear's skin, and
the carriage into the wheel-barrow, before anyone discovered who she was.
The prince, putting spurs into his horse, rode after her, for he was determined not
to let her out of his sight. But suddenly a thick mist arose and hid her from him.
When he reached his home he could talk to his mother of nothing else but the
beautiful stranger with whom he had danced so often, and with whom he was so
much in love. And the bear beneath the table smiled to itself, and muttered: 'I am
the beautiful stranger; oh, how I have taken you in!'
The next evening there was a second ball, and, as you may believe, the prince
was determined not to miss it, for he thought he would once more see the lovely
girl, and dance with her and talk to her, and make her talk to him, for at the first
ball she had never opened her lips.
And, sure enough, as the music struck up the first dance, the beautiful stranger
entered the room, looking even more radiant than the night before, for this time

her dress was woven out of the rays of the sun. All evening the prince danced
with her, but she never spoke a word.
When the ball was over he tried once more to follow her carriage, that he might
know whence she came, but suddenly a great waterspout fell from the sky, and
the blinding sheets of rain hid her from his sight.
When he reached his home he told his mother that he had again seen the lovely
girl, and that this time she had been even more beautiful than the night before.
And again the bear smiled beneath the table, and muttered: 'I have taken him in a
second time, and he has no idea that I am the beautiful girl with whom he is so
much in love.'
On the next evening, the prince returned to the palace for the third ball. And the
princess went too, and this time she had changed her bear's skin into a dress
woven out of the star-light, studded all over with gems, and she looked so
dazzling and so beautiful, that everyone wondered at her, and said that no one so
beautiful had ever been seen before. And the prince danced with her, and, though
he could not induce her to speak, he succeeded in slipping a ring on her finger.
When the ball was over, he followed her carriage, and rode at such a pace that for
long he kept it in sight. Then suddenly a terrible wind arose between him and the
carriage, and he could not overtake it.
When he reached his home he said to his mother, 'I do not know what is to
become of me; I think I shall go mad, I am so much in love with that girl, and I
have no means of finding out who she is. I danced with her and I gave her a ring,
and yet I do not know her name, nor where I am to find her.'
Then the bear laughed beneath the table and muttered to itself.
And the prince continued: 'I am tired to death. Order some soup to be made for
me, but I don't want that bear to meddle with it. Every time I speak of my love the
brute mutters and laughs, and seems to mock at me. I hate the sight of the
creature!'

When the soup was ready, the bear brought it to the prince; but before handing it
to him, she dropped into the plate the ring the prince had given her the night
before at the ball. The prince began to eat his soup very slowly and languidly, for
he was sad at heart, and all his thoughts were busy, wondering how and where he
could see the lovely stranger again. Suddenly he noticed the ring at the bottom of
the plate. In a moment he recognised it, and was dumb with surprise.
Then he saw the bear standing beside him, looking at him with gentle, beseeching
eyes, and something in the eyes of the bear made him say: 'Take off that skin,
some mystery is hidden beneath it.'
And the bear's skin dropped off, and the beautiful girl stood before him, in the
dress woven out of the star-light, and he saw that she was the stranger with whom
he had fallen so deeply in love. And now she appeared to him a thousand times
more beautiful than ever, and he led her to his mother. And the princess told them
her story, and how she had been kept shut up by her father in his palace, and how
she had wearied of her imprisonment. And the prince's mother loved her, and
rejoiced that her son should have so good and beautiful a wife.
So they were married, and lived happily for many years, and reigned wisely over
their kingdom.

Source: The Grey Fairy Book Edited by Andrew Lang New York, London:
Longmans, Green & Co. [1900]

Another story follows about a magic wand with transformative powers, but from
Ireland this time. We moan and groan about such matters as the state of the
economy, public transport, and all the red tape we have to contend with, but we
should think ourselves lucky we do not have a race of hostile giants to face in
their place, at least not in a literal sense anyway. The hag-queen of the giants that
Finlay the Hunter was forced to confront was not only old, fierce, and cunning,

but also possessed a gold-hilted magic sword and a magic wand. We are informed
that when she struck a stone pillar with this wand it became a warrior, and if she
put the gold-hilted sword into his hand, the greatest and strongest hero in the
world would be unable to combat against him with success. However, in nonordinary reality everything becomes possible and by the end of the journey that
the Story of Finlay and the Giants is an account of, equilibrium is restored and
everyone lives happily ever after once more. Would that things were the same in
this reality more often!
Story of Finlay and the Giants
Finlay the hunter lived with his sister in a lonely little house among the
mountains, and near at hand there were giants who were descendants of Beira.
This giant clan was ruled over by a hag-queen who was very old and fierce and
cunning. She had great stores of silver and gold in her cave, and also a gold-hilted
magic sword and a magic wand. When she struck a stone pillar with this wand it
became a warrior, and if she put the gold-hilted sword into his hand, the greatest
and strongest hero in the world would be unable to combat against him with
success.
Every day that Finlay went out to hunt he warned his sister, saying: "Do not open
the windows on the north side of the house, or let the fire go out."
His sister did not, however, heed his warning always. One day she shut the
windows on the south side of the house, and opened those on the north side, and
allowed the fire to go out.
She wondered what would happen, and she had not long to wait, for a young
giant came towards the house and entered it. He had assumed a comely form, and
spoke pleasantly to Finlay's sister. They became very friendly, and the giant made
the foolish girl promise not to tell her brother of his visits. After that the girl
began to quarrel with Finlay. This went on for a time.
One day when Finlay was returning to his home he saw a little shieling in a place
where no shieling used to be. He wondered who dwelt in it, and walked towards

the door and entered. He saw an old woman sitting on the floor, and she bade him
welcome.
"Sit down," she said. "Your name is Finlay."
"That is true," answered he; "who are you and whence come you?"
"I am called Wise Woman," she answered. "I have come here to protect and guide
you. Alas! you do not know that you are in danger of your life. A young giant has
bewitched your sister, and is waiting to kill you this very day with a sharp blue
sword."
"Alas!" cried Finlay, who sorrowed to think of his sister.
Being forewarned, the hunter was prepared. When he returned home he set his
fierce dogs on the giant, and threw a pot of boiling water over him. The giant fled
shrieking towards his cave, and Finlay's sister followed him.
Then the hunter was left alone in the house. His heart shook with terror because
he feared that one of the older giants would come against him to avenge the
injury done to the young giant.
He had good reason to be afraid. As soon as the young giant reached the cave, his
brother cried: "I shall go forth and deal with the hunter."'
"I had better go myself," his father said fiercely.
"It is I who should go," growled the fierce grey hag.
"I spoke first," urged the young giant's brother, and sprang towards the mouth of
the cave in the gathering dusk.
Finlay waited alone in his little house. The door was shut and securely barred,
and the peat fire glowed bright and warm, yet he shivered with the coldness of
terror. He listened long and anxiously, and at length heard a growing noise like
distant thunder. Stones rumbled down the hillside as the giant raced on, and when

he entered a bog the mud splashed heavily against the cliffs. Finlay knew then
that a giant was coming, and ere long he heard his voice roaring outside the door:
"Fith! foth! foogie! The door is shut against a stranger. Open and let me in." He
did not wait for Finlay to answer, but burst the door open with a blow. The hunter
stood behind the fire which burned in the middle of the room, his bow in his hand
and an arrow ready. He fired as the giant entered, but did not kill him. The giant
shrieked and leapt towards Finlay, but the dogs made fierce attack. Then the
hunter shot another arrow from his bow and killed the giant.
Next morning Finlay hastened to the shieling of Wise Woman, taking with him
the giant's head.
"Well, valiant lad," she exclaimed, "how fared it with you last night?"
Finlay told her all that had taken place, and explained that it was owing to the
help given him by the dogs he was able to slay the giant.
"There is need of the dogs," Wise Woman said, "but the day of their great need
has yet to come."
That evening Finlay again sat alone in his house, wondering what would happen
next. No did night come on than he heard a noise like distant thunder, but much
louder than on the night before. Great boulders rumbled down the hill-side, and
mud splashed on the cliffs. Another and more terrible giant was coming, seeking
to be avenged.
"Thoth! Thoth! Foogie!" roared his heavy voice outside the house. "I smell a man
inside. Open the door that I may enter. Although you killed my son last night, you
shall not slay me."
He burst the door open, and as he did so the house shook. Finlay feared the roof
was about to fall upon him, but he feared more when he beheld the giant in the
firelight, for the monster had five heads.
He drew his bow and shot an arrow. The giant paused. Finlay shot a second
arrow, which, like the first, wounded the monster, but did not kill him. Then the

hunter drew his sword and smote him heavily, but his wounds were not mortal.
The giant stretched out his grisly hands to seize Finlay, but the dogs leapt at him,
and a fierce struggle took place, but in the end Finlay triumphed, and the giant
was slain.
Next morning the hunter went to the shieling of Wise Woman, and told her of the
night of terror and the long and deadly combat. "The dogs," he said, "helped me.
But for the dogs I should have been overcome."
Said Wise Woman: "There is need for the dogs, but the day of their greatest need
has yet to come. To-night the fierce grey hag will seek to avenge the death of her
husband and son. Beware of her, O valiant lad! She will not come raging and
roaring like the giants, but gently and mannerly. She will call to you in a meek
and mild voice, asking you to let her in. But, remember, it is her intention to take
your life. Do as I instruct you and all will be well."
Wise Woman then gave him instructions, and he went home. When night came
on there was silence all around. Finlay waited alone, listening intently, and the
silence terrified him more than the noises like distant thunder he had heard on the
two previous nights. He shook and shivered beside the warm bright peat fire,
waiting and waiting and listening. At length he sprang up suddenly, for he heard a
rustling sound like the wind stirring dead leaves. A moment later a weak patient
voice outside the door called: "I am old and weary. I have need of food and of
shelter for the night. Open and let me in."
Finlay went to the door and made answer: "I shall let you in, old woman, if you
promise to be civil and mannerly, and not do me an injury."
Said the hag: "Oh! I shall give no trouble. I promise to be civil and mannerly. Let
me enter your house."
Finlay opened the door, and the hag walked in. She looked a poor frail old
woman, and seemed to be very weary. When she had curtsied to. Finlay, she sat
down on one side of the fire. Finlay sat down on the opposite side.

The hag stretched out her hands to warm them, and began to look about her.
Finlay's three dogs were prowling up and down the room, snarling angrily and
showing their teeth.
"These are fierce dogs," the widow said. "Arise and tie them with thongs."
"The dogs will not do any harm to a peaceable old woman," said Finlay.
"Tie them up in any case, I pray you. I dislike angry dogs."
"I cannot do that, old woman, because I have nothing to tie them with."
Said the hag: "I will give you three red ribbons from my cap. They are strong
enough to hold a big ship at anchor."
Finlay took the red ribbons from her and pretended to tie up the dogs. But he only
made them lie down in a corner.
"Have you tied up the dogs?" asked the hag very softly.
"You can see for yourself that they are lying now with their necks close together,"
Finlay answered. The hag looked at the dogs, and believing they had been
secured with her magic ribbons, smiled to herself.
She sat beside the fire in silence for a time, and Finlay sat opposite her. After a
time the hunter noticed that she was growing bigger and bigger.
"What means this?" cried Findlay. "You seem to be growing bigger and bigger."
"Oh, no, my darling!" she answered. "The cold of the night made me shrink, and
now I am feeling more comfortable beside your warm bright fire."
There was silence again, and Finlay watched her for a time and then cried: "You
are growing bigger, without doubt. You may be pleased or displeased because I
say so, but you cannot deny it."

The hag frowned and answered angrily: "I am growing bigger, as you say. What
of that? You fear me now, and you have good reason to. You slew my husband
last night, and you slew my son on the night before. I shall certainly kill you tonight."
When she had spoken thus she sprang to her feet in full height, and the house
shook about her and above. Finlay sprang to his feet also, and as he did so the hag
seized him by the hair of his head. Having promised not to injure him inside the
house--a promise she could not break--she dragged him outside. The three dogs
rose, and sprang through the door after her.
Finlay wrestled fiercely with the hag, and the two twisted and turned hither and
thither. The mother of the young giant would have killed him without delay, but
the dogs kept attacking her, and gave her much trouble. At length, with the help
of the dogs, Finlay managed to throw her down. She lay upon one of her arms,
and the dogs held the other.
"Oh! let me rise to my feet," cried the hag, who had no power to struggle when
she lay on the ground.
Said Finlay: "I shall not allow you to rise up."
"Allow me to ransom myself," the hag pleaded.
Said Finlay: "What ransom will you give?"
"I have a trunk of gold and a trunk of silver in my cave. You shall get both," she
answered.
Said Finlay: "Having overcome you, these are mine already."
"I will give you a gold-hilted sword which is in my cave," the hag then promised.
"He who wields this magic sword will overcome any man or any beast in the
world."
Said Finlay: "The sword is mine already."

"I will give you a magic rod if you spare me," the hag cried then. "It is a
matchless weapon. It can also work wonders. If you strike a stone pillar with it,
the pillar will turn into a warrior, and if you will put the gold-hilted sword in this
warrior's hand, he will conquer the world for you."
Said Finlay: "Your wand is mine already by right of conquest. What else have
you to offer for ransom?"
"Alas!" the hag cried, "I have naught else to give you."
Said Finlay: "Then you shall die. The world will be well rid of you."
He slew the fierce hag, and then arose quickly and put "red moss" (sphagnum
moss) on his wounds and sores, so that they might be healed speedily. Next
morning he arose and went and informed Wise Woman of what had taken place,
saying: "It was chiefly owing to the dogs that the hag was overcome."
Said Wise Woman: "O valiant hero! the dogs have now had their day."
Then Finlay told about the treasure in the cave, and said: "I know not how I can
obtain the gold and silver, the gold-hilted sword, and the magic wand."
Said Wise Woman: "To-night my daughter and I will go with you to the giants'
cave. I will take my own magic wand with me."
When darkness came on the three went to the cave. They set to work and
gathered armfuls of dry heather, which they heaped up at the cave mouth and set
on fire, so that the young giant within might be choked by the fumes and
scorched by the flames. Soon the giant crawled to the mouth of the cave, panting
heavily He came through the smoke dazed and half blinded. Suddenly a warning
light appeared on his forehead.
Finlay drew his bow and said: "I will shoot."
"Do not shoot," Wise Woman warned him. "A wound would only make him
fiercer, and the dogs would be of no use to you among the fire. If he is allowed to

escape out of the flare, the dogs would not see him in the darkness. I shall strike
him with my magic wand. I can strike once only, and if I fail he will strike the
next blow with the gold-hilted sword which is in his hand."
The giant scattered the fire to get out of the cave, but ere he could rise Wise
Woman smote him on the head with her magic wand, and he fell down dead.
When they entered the cave they found that Finlay's sister was within. But she
was dead; she had perished in her cave prison.
Finlay took out all the treasure that was in the cave, and carried it to the shieling
of Wise Woman. Then he tested the magic wand. He struck a stone pillar with it,
and the pillar became a warrior. Then he struck the warrior, and he became a
stone pillar again.
"This is wonderful," Finlay exclaimed.
"It is indeed," said Wise Woman. Then she told him that he must visit the king
next day and inform him of all that had taken place, and she made him take a vow
not to enter the palace.
Next day Finlay set out to the palace of the king. When he reached it he bade the
royal servants inform the king that the great giants had been slain.
Said the king: "Let the valiant hero come within."
Finlay, however, declined to enter the palace, and sent him word, saying: "I dare
not enter your palace, as I have a vow to fulfil."
The king came outside and spoke to Finlay, saying: "Come within. I shall give
you my daughter, the princess, in marriage. You shall also have half of my
kingdom as long as I live, and the remainder shall be yours when I die."
Said Finlay: "I give you thanks, O king, but I cannot enter."

When he had spoken thus, he walked towards a grey stone pillar and smote it
with the magic wand. The pillar became a noble warrior. Then he smote the
warrior, and he became a pillar again. The king was greatly astonished, and
exclaimed: "I have never seen anything like this before."
He went into the palace to give orders about Finlay, whom he wished to detain,
but when he came out again he found that the hunter had gone.
The king sent out foot-runners and horsemen to make search throughout the
kingdom for Finlay, but they returned without having seen aught of him.
Finlay married the daughter of Wise Woman, and he prospered. Years went past.
Finlay had a family of three sons. He loved the boys very dearly, and spent happy
days roaming with them among the mountains. All went well with him until Wise
Woman died. Then misfortune overtook him. His wife died, and all his wealth
was stolen from him by night robbers who were in league with the giants. He lost
also the magic wand, but he kept possession of the gold-hilted sword. Nor did his
troubles have end when he became poor again, for a witch cast spells on his three
young sons and smote them with a magic wand. Then the boys were transformed
into three beautiful white dogs and fled away.
Finlay was stricken with sorrow, and set out to search for his children. He crossed
mountains and moors, following in the tracks of the three white dogs, but without
avail. The day went past and evening came on, and still he hastened onward.
When darkness had fallen he came to a small glen and saw a light. He walked
towards the light, and found it shone from the window of a house. At this house
he asked for a night's lodgings, and it was given to him. The old man of the house
spoke to him, saying: "You are sad and tearful, O stranger. Are you searching for
your three sons?"
Said Finlay: "Oh, yes! Have you seen them?"
"They are travelling over mountain and moor," said the old man. "I cannot do
anything to help you. To-morrow night you will reach the house of a brother of
mine, and if he will not help you, I do not know what you should do."

Finlay resumed his journey next day, and when darkness came on he reached the
house of the old man's brother, who said: "Your sons are travelling over mountain
and moor as three white dogs. They cannot rest or stay, for they must travel by
day and by night. I cannot do anything for you. To-morrow night you will reach
the house of my elder brother, and he will give you advice."
Next night Finlay reached the house of the elder brother, and he said: "Your sons
will remain under spells until Doomsday if you will not do one thing."
"What is that?" Finlay asked.
"You must have three garments made of bog-cotton, and leave them on a hill
which your sons in dog form are now running round. When they see the white
garments they will put them on. Each one of the garments will take you a year to
make, unless you get a band of women to collect the bog-cotton, and a band of
women to spin and weave."
"Alas!" Finlay exclaimed, "I cannot hire workers, because I have lost all I
possessed."
"You still have the gold-hilted sword," the man said. "It may be of service to
you."
Next morning Finlay resumed his journey with a heavy heart indeed. He went on
until dusk. Then he heard cries of sorrow and despair. In another moment he
beheld a great giant coming towards him, dragging a young man whom he had
taken captive. Finlay drew his gold-hilted sword, and spoke boldly to the giant,
saying: "Let your captive go free, or I shall smite you."
"Ho, ho!" laughed the giant. "Your sword will bend like a grass blade when it
strikes my body."
As he spoke he stretched out his right hand to seize Finlay and take him captive
also. But Finlay smote the giant with the gold-hilted magic sword, and slew him.

The young man was overjoyed and thanked Finlay, praising him for his valour.
"Come with me to my father's house," he said. "He is the king of this country, and
will reward you."
The young prince had many sores and wounds, and Finlay put "red moss"
(sphagnum) on them. Then the two went together to the palace and entered it.
When the king. heard his son's story, he said to Finlay: "You shall stay here, O
wanderer, and I shall make you rich and prosperous.
"Alas!" Finlay exclaimed. "I cannot tarry here except for one night."
The queen came forward and said: "You are sad and unhappy, O stranger! What
is the cause of your grief?"
Finlay told the queen about his lost sons and his weary and fruitless search for
them.
Said the queen: "One of the king's shepherds has told me that every morning
when he goes out he sees three beautiful white dogs on the green hill nigh to the
palace."
"Ah! these are my sons," Finlay cried. Then he told the queen what the elder of
the three old men had said.
The queen listened intently, and then spoke, saying: "I shall give you mine aid.
Until I have had made the garments of bog-cotton, there will be no rest for me, O
stranger, because you have rescued my son from death."
Next morning the queen sent women to collect bog-cotton and women to spin and
weave. The bog-cotton was collected speedily, for hundreds of women went out
to obey the queen's command. Then the yarn was spun; it was put into the
weaver's loom and woven. Then women sewed the garments, which were
afterwards washed and bleached until they were as white and soft as new-fallen
snow on a mountain top. The garments were laid on the green hill when the sun
was setting.

Next morning Finlay went out early to look for his sons, and the prince whom he
had rescued went with him. They found that the white garments had been taken
away, but the boys could not be seen anywhere. Finlay and the prince searched
far and wide for them in vain, and then returned to the palace.
A week went past, and, Finlay sorrowed greatly. Each morning he asked the
shepherd if he had seen either the boys or the white dogs, and the shepherd
answered saying: "No, I have not seen the white dogs on the green hill."
On the seventh day three youths appeared at the door of the palace and asked to
see the stranger who resided there. Finlay came towards them with tears falling
from his eyes.
"What ails you?" one of the youths asked.
Said Finlay: "I am mourning for my three beloved sons whom I shall never
behold again."
"We are your sons, O father!" the youths exclaimed together.
Finlay dried his tears which blinded him, and then recognized his lost sons. He
embraced them and kissed them, and took them before the king and the queen,
who bade them welcome.
After that Finlay dwelt in the palace of the king, and his three sons grew up and
became mighty warriors.

Source: Wonder Tales from Scottish Myth and Legend by Donald Alexander
Mackenzie, Frederick A Stokes Co., New York [1917] Scanned at sacredtexts.com, February, 2004. John Bruno Hare, redactor. This text is in the public
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The number three features prominently in this story, with three witches (husband,
son, and old-hag), three red ribbons, three garments made of bog-cotton, three old
men, three dogs, and three sons. And the number seven plays a significant part in
the resolution of the tale, as it is on the seventh day that Finlays three beloved
sons return to him.
Three is linked with the phases of the moon (waxing, full and waning), and with
time (past, present and future). Pythagoras called three the perfect number in that
it represented the beginning, the middle and the end, and he thus regarded it as a
symbol of Deity. The importance of the number in the story could well be the
result of the influence of Christianity and its use of the Trinity, but it also brings
to mind the three stages in the cycle of life and adds to the universality of the
storys appeal.
As for seven, it is a mystic or sacred number in many different traditions. Among
the Babylonians and Egyptians, there were believed to be seven planets, and the
alchemists recognized seven planets too. In the Old Testament there are seven
days in creation, and for the Hebrews every seventh year was Sabbatical. There
are seven virtues, seven sins, seven ages in the life of man, seven wonders of the
world, and the number seven repeatedly occurs in the Apocalypse as well. The
Muslims talk of there being seven heavens, with the seventh being formed of
divine light that is beyond the power of words to describe, and the Kabbalists also
believe there are seven heavenseach arising above the other, with the seventh
being the abode of God.

Ghost Children


Wehadbeenhousehuntingforoverayearandhadlookedatmanydifferent
propertiesinawideareaofSurreyandHampshire.Oneofourcriteriaforanew
house wasa drive where wecouldparkthe car offroad, as our present house
didnothavethatfacilityandweoftencouldnotparkevenclosetothehouse.

Wehaddrivenpastoneoldpropertywhichwereallylikedonseveraloccasions
even though it was displaying a For Sale sign, as we guessed that it would be
waytooexpensiveforus.Itwasonawide,treelinedavenueandwasabout100
yearsoldandhadlargematuretreesinthegardenandasixfoothighwooden
fence all around with a large farmstyle gateclosingoff the drive which was
longenough for three or four cars and there was a garage at the end of the
drive.Perfect....butweguessedtooexpensive.

The house remained on the market throughout the year we were looking and
one day we decided to have a look at it, if only to see what it was like inside,
eventhoughwethoughtwewouldnotbeabletoaffordit.

Wecontactedtheestateagentwhowassellingitandwewereamazedtofind
that it was well within our budget and considerably under market value. We
then arranged a viewing and on approaching the house, I felt a kind of
welcoming aura all around it, and as I entered through the very large and
originaloldfrontdoorintoawidehallway,Ijustfeltthatitwasmeantforme.I
literallyseemedtofeelthehousewrappingitsarmsaroundmeinagentlehug.

Offthehallwaytotherightisalargesittingroomwithabaywindowandahuge
open fireplace andoppositethat is a kitchen of equal size to thesittingroom.
Between these rooms is a natural unpainted wooden staircase to the upstairs
bedrooms, with tall bannisters and long wooden spindles and, sitting on the
thirdstairupweretwoattractivechildren,agirlofabouttenyearsoldandaboy
whoIguessedwasaroundsixorseven,whobothsmiledatme.Thegirlhadlong
flowing blond hair held back from herforeheadwith a ribbon and she wore a
whitedresswitharibbonsashatthewaistandblackstrapovershoesfastened
withabuttonandtheboywaswearingawhitesailorsuit.Iguessedthatthey
were the children of thepeoplewho weresellingthe house. Having looked at

the ground floor only, I decided that I wanted this place but
westilllookedupstairsatthebedrooms,whichdidnotdisappoint.

Aswewereabouttoleave,Ismiledatthechildrenwhowerestillsittingonthe
stairsandtheysaidthattheywerepleasedthatIwasgoingtobuytheirhouse.

Later,aswewerediscussingtheeventsoftheday,Imentionedthechildrento
mywifeasIcommentedthattheyweredressedinaveryoldfashionedwaybut
thoughttheymayhavebeengoingtoaparty.Mywifehadnotnoticedthemat
allandwhenImentionedtheirapparentagesshesaidthatImusthaveimagined
it,asthechildrenofthehouseownerswereintheirlateteensorearlytwenties
andwereatcollege.

We have now been here almost 20 years and I have always been very happy
with the house,althoughthere have been severalinstancesof very unusual
incidentsoreventswhichhavegivenmesomeslightcauseforconcern.

I have not seen the children since that first day, but I haveheardthem on
occasionsandtheyhavealsomadetheirpresencefeltinotherways,usuallyby
someplayfulprankormakingfunnynoises,aschildrentendtodo.

Otherhappeningshavebeensomewhatunnerving,butIamstillhappytobelive
here and whenever I arrive home onto the drive I still look at it and have a
satisfiedfeelinginsideknowingthatitismine.
Paul Grant

The Wondrous Journey into the Depth of Our Being

by Ilie Cioara

Each human being on planet Earth is consciously or unconsciously

searching for happiness with unlimited persistence and greed. Happiness
appears as a mirage; we try countless ways in order to find it in the external
world, with perseverance and determination; nevertheless, each time, the
desiredhappinessfinallyresultsindisappointingdelusion.

Other,moresubjectiveindividualsturntotheirinnerworld;inthiscase
as well, their thirst for happiness is satisfied by sheer deceitful imagination. In
eachofourattemptstosearchforit,westartfromwhatweknoworimagine.
Suchhappinessisalwaysmotivatedbyanobjectweanticipateordesire.

True happiness ensues indirectly. It always appears in a state of non

search. Practically, we do not know what happiness is, but, when the mind is
completely silent, in a state of total passiveness, our whole being experiences
harmony. In this state, as complete beings, integrated into Life, we are
overwhelmedwithanimmenseJoyandHappinesswithoutcause.

OnlywhenItappearsasarealexperiencecanwetrulyknowHappiness
and Its constant freshness, without turning It into a memory. Ever renewing
itself,Itisanaturalgiftofferedtotheindividualwhoisfreefromhistimespace
structure. Only in this way do we discover the true Happiness that the
wanderingmindoftheconditionedmanhasbeensearchingforthroughoutthe
millennia.

****


The moment we encounter true Happiness, we are in fact outside time and
space.Theegowithitsintrinsicdualityhascompletelydisappeared.
Iftheegodoesnotexistanymore,whocanevaluatethishappyfulfillment?
In that moment, the Sacred within us, also existent in the whole universe,
becomesoneWholeandaUniquemovement,inapermanentrenewal.
Dowetrulyexperiencethisunion,ordowemerelyunderstanditintellectually?
Youalonecananswerthisquestion.
Eachhumanbeingfromthemomentofbirthuntilthemomentofthesocalled
deathpersistentlysearchesforthismysteriousHappiness.Unfortunately,most
peoplemakethemistakeofsearchingforitwiththethinkingmind.
Because Happiness has no motivations, It is not part of the limited world. Its
nature is infinite; therefore the knowing mind cannot encounter It, or
understandIt,orimagineIt.
HappinesscomestousbyItself,andItenvelopsourwholebeingwhenthemind
becomeshumbleandsilent,asithasunderstooditsinabilitytoencounterthe
Unknown.
Lucid Attention with Its flashes dissipates all the darkness, as well as the
baggageofthedysfunctionalmind.
Intheemptyspaceofpeaceornomind,ourbeingisextendedintoInfinity;in
thatmoment,theDivinitywithinusrevealsweareonewiththeSourceofthe
Sacred. In conclusion, let us add that in the environment of Pure
Consciousness, Happiness is present as a natural fulfillment and It is unlike
anythingthatcanbefoundinthisperishableworld.

****

TheLovedimensionisknownbydifferentnames:Truth,Reality,God,
Immensity,theInfinite,Intelligenceetc.
Theverymeaningofthewordswhichdefineitexpressthefactthatthis
dimensionhasnobounds.


Inthisdimension,nofaiths,ideals,desiresoranysuchsimilarideascanexist,as
theyareencounteredinthelimiteddimension.Forthisreason,inthiswondrous
climatethereisnostruggle,contradictions,confusion,pain,hateetc.
Boundlessnesscannotbecomprehendedbyimaginationorbythought;thereis
nothing we can say about it. We can only describe andexplain that which our
mindcanencompass.InthefaceofLimitlessness,themindispoor,completely
unabletounderstandit.Infact,themoment
Immensityaffirmsitselfwithinus,asalivingstateoftheintegralhumanbeing,
theegodimensionanditslimitedwayofexpressiondoesnotexistanymore.
Thereisnotmuchwecansayabouttheexperienceoflivinginthedimensionof
Love. Nevertheless, we will try to express certain feelings and states of being
encounteredinthisstate.
IncompleteunionwithLove,weareperfectpeace,welivetotalfreedom;the
very notion of self is missing, although we are endowed with a clarity and
sensitivityofthemindsuchaswehaveneverencounteredinthelimitedrealm
ofthinking.
Bymeltingwithsilence,webecomethatsilence,equilibriumandharmony,free
from duality: our being is extended into Infinity. Practically, by experiencing
psychological nothingness, the ego disappears and, in its place, Immensity
envelopsuswhollyandwebecomeonewithIt.IntegratedintotheGreatCosmic
Energy,wecontinuetoexistasastateofsuperconsciousness.

EncounteringtheBoundless

ItisimpossibletoembraceandcomprehendtheInfiniteUniverse

Withthelimitedego;
Allisexperiencedintotalsilence,
Freefromtimethebeingandthemindarenewlyborn.

Thus,IamImmensity,inperpetualmovement,
InUnitywiththeWholeacreativestructure
Isee,feelandactinperfectunionwiththeSacred,
IuselanguagetodescribeWisdom.


OnewiththeBoundless,IamHappiness,
Adivinegift,withnosupportinthethoughtprocess;
Happinesshasnomotivesasupremesatisfaction,
Towhich,consciouslyorunconsciously,eachhumanbeingaspires.

TheFreshnessofLife

EverythingintheUniverseisinconstantmovement,
Whatisnowinaflashisconsumedanddies,
Theoldmomentisreplacedwiththenew,appearingrhythmically,
Aconstantsuccessioninvitingustoknowourselves.

Yesterdayandthethousandsofyesterdays
Createdourlivesoffiction:lies,fear,madness;
Allthatwasisdeadworthlessinthepresent,
Themomentapreciousmysteryintegratesusintoreality.

****

IntuitionisthatcapacityoftheDivinityofourbeingtowarnortodirectusina
perfect way through lightninglike impulses. It is a surprise and an instant
mystery. It has no connection with the conditioned mind. On the contrary, it
reveals itself to us only in the absence of thinking. We can never, in any way,
anticipateitsappearance.Itcannotbecultivatedandwecannotinvokeitwith
thehelpofacertainformula.
OuronlydutyistocreateafavorableclimateinwhichIntuitioncanrevealitself,
byitself.Theonlyobstacle,obstructingitsmysteriouspresence,istheegoand
itswholememorybaggageafictitiousentity.Whenweseeitasitiswiththe
helpoflucidAttentiontheegodisappearsspontaneously.
Psychological emptiness ensues naturally; our whole being, in perfect
harmony and inner simplicity, transcends from the finite world into
Boundlessness. In a state of Pure Consciousness, intuitive responses are
mirroredontotheluminousscreenofconsciousness.

Wecanexplainthisstateintherightwordsonlywhenwearerequestedtodo
so,inordertoprovideabetterunderstandingoflifephenomena.
These intuitive impulses can reveal to us: either momentary dangers,
threateningourlives,orhidden,concealedtruths,orsmallrealizationsregarding
oureverydayexistence.
Happy indeed is the man who, detached from the self, abandons himself to
thewillofDivinity,offeringhimselfasaninstrumentthroughwhichtheDivine
affirmsItsSacredguidance.
Excerpt from The Wondrous Journey by Ilie Cioara
IlieCioarawasanenlightenedmysticwholivedinEasternEurope.His
writingsin16booksdescribetheexperienceofmeditationand
enlightenment,aswellasthepracticeofSelfknowingusingall
encompassingAttention.TheSilenceoftheMindandTheWondrous
JourneyarethefirsttwobooksinatetralogybyIlieCioara,published
byOBooks.Soontofollow:LifeisEternalNewnessandIAm
Boundlessness.
Website thesilencebook.blogspot.com
Amazon Link
http://www.amazon.com/Wondrous-Journey-Into-DepthBeing/dp/1846949513
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Ultimate
cureofall
sufferings
sun
light/rays

December10

2011

Byacharyapunitvora
www.wasco.webs.com

Sun is easily accessible to all. Through the sun rays many ailments could be
cured.ThisisanamazingsystemofcureinAyurved.ItisfamousnotonlyinIndia
butallovertheworld.InancientRomethissystemwasverypopularanditwas
calledHeliotherapyandChromopathy.
ThecapitalofItaly,Romeisaveryancientcity.Thefoundationofthecitywas
laidbythegodRomulaswholivesinthemountainofPeletain.Itisonhisname
thatthecitygetsitstitleRome.
AccordingtothefamousphysicianofRome,Dr.TilaniinancientRometherewas
nophysicianforalmost600years.Thereasonwasthattherewasnoneedofa
physician.TheancientpeopleofRomeusedsunrays,exercisesandfreshairand
water to keep themselves hale and hearty. In those days Rome was a very
powerfulkingdom.
AccordingtothenaturalphysicianDr.RemsonThenaturehasgifteduswithso
many boons to keep the body healthy and for attaining to longevity. But we
have forgotten these divine natural boons and we keep consuming poisonous
medicines with so many side effects. By using medicines we not only waste
moneyratheralsoruinourhealthfurther.Don'tweneedtoreflectuponthis?
IntheRomanlanguageHeliomeanssunandtherapymeansasystemofcure.In
ancient Rome Heliotherapy or rays of the sun and their various colours were
used to remedy several diseases and ailments. The use of colours for cure is
calledChromopathy.Chromomeanscolourandpathymeanssystemofcure.
Allthingsarecoloured.Thestarsandplanetstooemitcertaincolours.Whenthe
animalsandbirdsinthewildgetilltheyimbibesunraysearlyinthemorningin
order to cure themselves. Through sun bathing one can effect a cure without
having to resort to medicines. But the unfortunate thing is that today humans
arefailingtobenefitfromthisscience.
Sunrayshavemanycolourswhichmaketheairpureanddestroythemicrobes
presentintheatmosphereandthewater.Thisgoesonnaturallyandallbyitself.
TheancientRishisusedtoworshipthesunandrealisedthatsunrayscouldhelp


oneregainlosthealth.Throughthesunraysevenchronicandoldailmentscould
becuredpermanently.
In the most ancient of texts, the Vedas there are verses dedicated to the sun.
Worship of the sun was very popular in those times. The Gayatri Mantra that
appears in the Vedas is a prayer to the sun god. In this Mantra a worshipper
praystosuntobestowintelligence.TheMantraisalsocalledSavitaMantrathat
meansMantraofsun.
InRigveditissaid
RijuMarteshuDrijinaaChaPashchan.
i.e.Thesunisawitnesstoallgoodandbadactionsofhumans,
Intheancienttimespeopleusedtotakeoathwithsunasawitness.Theythen
usedtofearcommittinganysins.
Thesunhasbeencalledthesoulofthelivingaswellasthenonlivingworld.Itis
saidSooryaAatmaaJagatastasthushashcha
InRigveditissaid
NoonamSooryennPrasootaaAyannarthaaniKrinnavannpaansi
i.e.Itissunthatwakesoneupfromsleep.Itisduetothesunthatallcanwork
andareactive.
RigvedalsostatesAlllivingbeingsofthecreationdependonthesun.Thesun
removesphysical,mentalandspiritualweaknessesandmakesonehealthyand
longlived.Forailmentsoftheheart,eyes,jaundice,leprosyandweakmindsun
couldbehelpful.
Atharvaved states that there are seven names of the sun which represent the
sevenraysofthesun.OneofthenamesofsunisSaptRashmiorsevenrays.The


Rishis in the ancient times did deep research and Sadhanas and revealed that
thesunhassevenrays.
The theory of the wheel of seven colours propounded by Newton has been
borrowed from the Vedas. According to modern science if the seven colours
namely violet, indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange and red are painted on a
wheel and if the wheel is then rotated fast then one gets to see the white
colour.Thisiswhyweseethatthesuniswhite.
Thesevencoloursofthesunareverygoodandimportantforthehealth.Ifearly
morningonehasabathandafterofferingprayerstotheLordonehassunbath
andallowsthesunraystofallonone'sbodythenonecouldfreethebodyofall
ailmentsandincreaseone'sintelligence.
Followingarethegainsofsunraytherapy.
1.Wheresunraysareallowedtofalltherecannotbeanyailment.
2.Thesunraysarefreeofsideeffects.Bytheuseofsunraysinfactthebody
couldbemadeactiveandhealthyandonecouldenjoylifetothefull.
Describing the benefits of sun bathing and the effect of the various colours of
thesunraysitissaid
SooryataapahSwedavahahSarvarogvinaashakah.
Medachhedkarashcheivbalotsaahvivardhanah.
DadruvisfotkushtthgrahKaamlaashothnaashakah.
JwaraatisaarshoolaanaamHaarakoNaatraSanshayah.
KafpittodbhavaanRogaanVaatrogaansttheivcha.
TatsevanaanaroJitvaJeevechchSharadaamShatam.


i.e. The heat from the sun increases perspiration and removes all ailments. It
also enhances body power and enthusiasm. It removes all imbalances of the
threehumoursnamelyVaat(air),Pitt(bile)andKaf(cough).Italsocuresleprosy,
fever,painandweakness.Throughsunraytherapyapersoncouldattainvictory
over all diseases and become long lived. One can increase energy in the body
andlivetoanageofhundred.
From the sun rays one gets vital life energy or Praann and also heat both of
whichmakethebodyhealthyandlonglived.Thesunraysarealsoinstrumental
in producing the ozone gas which protects the earth from harmful ultraviolet
rays.Ozoneincreasesthebodypowerandmakesthebloodpure.Italsomakes
theheartstrongandthebonespowerful.
In ancient Rome there used to be many solariums where sun ray therapy was
donetoremoveailments.Followingisthemethodofsunraytherapy.
Bring pure water of the rain or of a mountain stream and fill it in bottles of
variouscolours.Closethemouthofthebottleandsealwithclay.Thenplace
thebottlesinsun.Aftertwoorthreedaystheeffectisproducedinthewater
andthewaterbecomesmiraculous.Ithasthepropertyofremovingailments.
Makethepatientdrinkabitofthewaterdailyandsoonhewouldbefreeofall
ailments.
AccordingtotheexpertinthisfieldDr.Levitwaterfromaredbottleenergises
thebody.Suchwateralsoremovesailmentsoftheskin.
Waterfromyellowbottlecuresconstipationandurinarydisorders.
Waterfrombluebottlecureschronicskindiseasesbetterthanevenpotassium
permagnate.
Waterfromorangebottleincreasestheappetite.
Waterfromgreenbottlecuresailmentsofeyes,influenzaandSyphilis.


Water fromindigo bottlemakes blood pure and cures disorders of blood and
liver.
Waterfromvioletbottlecuresailmentsofnerves.
Followingistheexperienceofsomeexpertsregardingthistherapy.
1.Ifapatientsufferingfromsmallpoxismadetolieinaredroomandmadeto
drinkwaterfromredbottlehebecomescuredinafewdays.
2. If one suffers fromparalysisthen too one should be put in a red room and
madetodrinkredbottlewater.
3. Forhayfeverand for weak mind never use colour red or the person shall
becomemoreill.
4.Forthosesufferingfromcold,liverdisorders,constipation,jaundice,kidney
trouble,bronchitis,pneumoniaanddisordersofthedigestivetractwaterfrom
yellowbottlesshouldbeusedandoneshouldbemadetoliveinayellowroom.
5.Forretardnessofbrainkeepthepersoninablueroomandmakehimdrink
waterfromabluebottle.
6. By keeping a person in a green room and by making him drink water from
greenbottleeyetroublecouldbecuredandthemindmademoresharp.

ValerieTyler
I have had many strange experiences in my life to the point what I think is
normal,otherslookatasbeingweird.Mostofthemareghostlybutthereare
some accounts of what could be classed as alien. Quite a few years ago,
probablyabout1976.Icannotpositivelyrememberthedateonlythatmyeldest
daughterwasabouteight.WewerecominghomefromourfriendDave'shouse
in the early hours of the morning.We were in a friend's green van which I
rememberquitewellasitwasbrightlycoloured.Suddenlyabrilliantwhitelight
filledtheentirebackofthevan,itwassobrightwecouldhardlyseeeachother.
Itwasquitefrighteningyetexhilaratingatthesametime,thelightappearedto


bephorescentifthatistherightword.Richardwhowasdrivingthevanwanted
tostoptoseewhatitwas,weallscreamedathimtokeepdrivingandwhenwe
gothomewestayedupevenlatertalkingaboutitandwonderingifweshould
tellsomeoneorcheckoutwhatitwasbutweneverdid.Thenextdaythoughwe
spoketoourfriendsonthetelephoneandfoundthattheyhadexperiencedthe
exactsamethingbutashewasindoorsthewholeofhislivingroomlitupwith
that bright light. I wondered if it was something that would have an effect on
ourlivesinsomewayastheexperiencehadbeensostrange,Ioftenwondered
what would have happened if we had stopped as there was no other traffic
about either. The only effect I could think it had was on Dave Murray as he
became famous when the Iron Maiden band was formed but really that was
downtothefactthathewasalwaysabrilliantanddedicatedguitarist.

Anotherstrangeexperiencewaswhenmysonwokeupscreaming,everynight
heusedtogetinmybedanywaybutthisnighthejustscreamed,whenIwentin
hisroomheaskedifhecouldgetinmybed,helookedreallyscaredandkept
looking behind him. He came into my room and sat up in the bed holding his
handsout,Isaid"Whatareyoudoingnow?"Hesaidhewastryingtocatchthe
balloflight.Inthemorninghestartedtospeakofpeoplewhowereinhisroom
pulling the covers off him, He explained exactly what they all looked like, a
woman with long blonde hair and lace up boots, a manwith a cap,a girl with
longblondehairandasmallmanwithdarkskin,picturesandfeathersonhim
withnoshirtandanearringinoneear.Hesaidtheyhadgreenroundthemand
hecouldn'tseetheirfeet.Hesaidthemanwiththecapfollowedhimintomy
room and kept throwing the ball of light to him, he had to catch it before he
went to sleep. When I asked him if he was frightened he answered that if he
thought they were from heaven he wouldn't be but if they were from outer
spacehewould.Hewasonlyfouratthetimeandthenextdayhetriedtowrite
aboutwhathehadseenwithhisallinoneletteringwhichonlyhecouldread.I
sinceheardthatotherpeoplehadencounteredseeingthishealingballoflight.
ThenextdayhewasquiteillandIhadwonderedifhehadbeendeliriousuntilI
heardotherstalkingaboutthesamething.Thiswasonlyoneexperiencehehad
as there were many more though he doesn't remember much of them he
remembersthemanwiththepicturesandfeathersandstrangelyenoughhehas
picturesonhimselfnow.Ihavesinceheardofothersseeingpeoplewithagreen


tingearoundthem,Iamwionderingiftheyweretransportedfromsomewhere
else.
ThathappenedwhenwelivedinTeynham,Nr.Sittingbourne.
Onanotheroccasionastrangewhirringnoisewasheardandacraftwithlights
wasseenhoveringoverthechurch,manypeopleexperiencedthis.Atonetime
mydaughtercameinscreamingfromtheparkandsaidadiscshapedthinghad
comedownclosetoherandherfriend,shesaidithadlightsonitandtheywere
soscaredtheybothranhome,Ialwaysthoughtshewasplayingbutnowsheisa
motherherselfshestillinsiststhatshesawwhatshedid.
The strangest experience I had was a visitation in my house which I will talk
about on another date as I'm still finding out more about it, the mystery goes
on.

Valerie is a Psychic Colour Therapist and Medium , Spiritual / Reiki and Crystal
Healer, with qualifications in these areas and has been a member of the Healer's
Practioners Association since 1997. After working in care for many years, then
becoming a practising reflexologist with The Association of Reflexologists she
found herself recieving messages from spirit on a more frequent and higher level
than before. After becoming housebound through a period of disability she found
this led her to writing, drawing and painting the messages she was recieving. She
says "The words seemed to flow into my mind as though someone was talking to
me, mainly I was recieving words to lift vibrations of the inner soul, then faces
started to appear as if beings from elsewhere were communicating a message of
hope, peace and love, the words are in their eyes.I know there is a message for us
all to step up to the higher frequencies that are coming to us as thousands of
Angels that we couldn't communicate with before have heard what can be known
as the Indigo call which I believe is our own call for a new era. We are telling
ourselves we are ready for this now.I believe we are entering and some are
already there, the time of the Indigo Legend as we rise we find the stories that
have been passed down for eons of years unfolding before our eyes and we are
fast approaching what we could name the land of Camelot which by the way is
already here, we are waking up to a higher consciousness which brings with it
more than we can imagine but will do as the path gets wider and leads us to the
castle of Truth." Valerie is able to give readings with the use of colour and angel
cards, also individual writings determining what colour ray you were born on
and what the colour of your life's lessons are.Personal drawings and paintings and

hot wax pictures can be made available at one's request. Contact Valerie on
colourmeindigo@yahoo.co.uk or phone 07746013904.
Terrence known as 'Tel' has been a musician, songwriter for many years, hidden
away in the depths of his small recording studio he is now ready to share his
creativity to awaken those in slumber,coming from the era of Rock and mingling
with friends such as Dave Murray and Adrian Smith from the 'Iron Maiden' rock
band he still carries some of this with him but can mellow quite a lot and has
become diverse with his music. Having always been interested in the ways of the
Native American Indians and having studied their teachings Tel has become a
'Master of the Mantric Arts'. Many of the words to his songs portray this. He also
brings this forth in his artwork which involves the use of strong colour and is
focused on creating an awareness which is aimed at bringing about healing for
the planet. A website will shortly be underway under the name of
www.indigorising.co.uk and you will soon be able to hear Tel's music under the
name of The Indigo Legend Music.
Guitar lessons, songwriting, incidental music for the use of website attachments
including u tube, video games, adverts, etc.
Individual paintings, Native American stone readings, group music sessions,
recording facility for individuals or duos available.
If interested Please contact on Valerie's email above or or phone 0751250931.
Valerie and Terrence's artwork can be viewed by going into
www.thearttrain.com all one word. Click on the art gallery then click on
individual's name and the rest of the pictures will come up and can be enlarged
when clicking on them again. You are invited to write your comments on the
website. Many other artists have pictures there with a variety of good and
interesting work. Watch this space, there will be more to come.
THE ART TRAIN was formed by a small goup of locl artists from the
Sittingbourne area. If you would like to see more of the work it can be found on
www.thearttrain.com
An opportunity arose in Sittingbourne for local artists to show their work in a
shop under the forum, everyone involved volunteered to spend periods of time in
the shop. it became very popular and was visited by a vast ammount of people

who loved coming back again and again.Disappointment reigned when it came to
the end of the three months and we all got together to form the group to keep our
friendship alive and show our work. The website has kindly been set up by
Gaven who also has some brilliant artwork and can be viewed on the link above.
Thanks goes to Sioux and Colin Peto from the Polkadot Art Gallery in Teynham
for allowing us the opportunity to share our work through the 795 club and forum
shop through their hard work. They have now formed
www.thelitterangels.co.uk supported recycling campaign with worsshops and
much news etc.

Oare Woods, now called 'The Country Park at Oare'

My first visit there was on the first day of 'The Artists in the woods ' which was a
day that had been arranged for artists, musicians, poets etc. to meet and display
their arts etc. Many musicians of different styles, one was my husband,played
music which sang through the hollow energy, appearing to wake up the spirit of
all who had lain asleep since that awful time of the great explosion, the place of
gunpowder works.So many had left the earth that day.
Silence engulfed me as I left what must have been the territory of the bewildered
to any that may have survived. Hearing a cry for love, a mingled sound coming
from the dead I asked for a silent prayer for those in that place and ventured
home.I took many photos of images etched in trees and pictures of the light and
started writing about them and had a little booklet made including a poem and
verses that came to me through my intuition, messages to be passed on.This
included the Angel in the tree which I painted and made into a front cover. Two
years later I ventured there again with my camera,looking for signs of more
spirits.
Sure enough I started to focus on the light and there in the ripples a picture
formed before me, coming alive. I wondered if it was my imagination.
Weeks later, I still had the image on my camera and decided to get it printed off. I
ordered a larger print of one particular picture and there before my eyes was the
picture I had captured in the light. A man with some kind of cap or hat, stepping
forward towards me, his mouth in open motion as if calling to someone, quite
clearly holding a lantern in his right hand, high in front of him, next to him a
smaller more feminine face looks up, she is also holding a lantern. then I ask
myself if I have taken leave of my senses.
I left the images on the camera for about six months and cutting the next part of
the story short, I took them into a shop to be processed. On seeing the photograph
the woman behind the counter remarked on the picture telling me that she could
see a man with a lantern and this confirmed what I had seen and captured on
camera.The strange part is that i had captured a similiar image before of what
seemed to be the same man walking across a fallen log.
The picture is here for you to see so I will let you make up your own minds and
all I ask is that you send your love to this place to set free those that may have
lost their way.

Light Worker
Helloall,letusnotbemisledonourjourneyinthislife.Wearealldifferentbut
have the same nucleus running through us. We are all searching for the truth
andsometimeswegetglimpsesofitbutcanneverreallyknowitallsurelyuntil
wereachthepointofthesummittogetherinonenessbutuntilthenwemustall
acknowledge that we are on the same path and some of us have different
understandings,wearethirstyforknowledgeandiamsureweallwishforthere
tobepeaceandhappinessforall.
Does everyone agree that they can notice a change in consciousness maybe
happeningsograduallyforsomeandfastforothers.Ibelievethatitisthispart
ofconsciousnessthatiscomingtousmaybethroughsomeoneelsebutatthe
endofthedayitiseachoneofusthathastochangetoreachtheconsciousness
where we are all one and will achieve harmony together.There are so many
religionsbutsurelyonlyonesource,doesthatonesourcewantustobedivided
inspirit,ithinknot.Sowhoisthispersonthatiscoming,doesheorshehavea

name, what is more important, who it is, the name or the teachings they will
bringoralreadyhavebrought.Ifthenameismoreimportantthenhowwillwe
worshipanamewithoutknowingthefruitstheybring.Ifitistheteachings,how
willweknowtheyareright.Wewillknowinourownheartsdoyounotthink?
Have we not listened to others for so many generations and look what is still
happeningintheworld.Isthereanyonethatdoesnotwantpeaceandloveto
reign.Thatisthetruthandtheonlythingsthatbringthetrutharepeacelove
andhappiness.Whenpeoplearewithouttruthitcauseswarsandabominations
everywherebecausethosethatcausethemarewithouttruth,howdoweknow
this?becauseiftheywerewithtruththeywouldknowthattheseconflictsare
unneccesaryandtheyonlyexistinmindsthatdonotlettruthin.Ibelievethatis
whaticallChristconsciousnessbuttoothersitmayhaveanothernamebutitis
notthenamethatisimportantbutthemessagethatisbropughtbythatname,
manynameshavebeenusedallovertheworldbutthereisonlyonetruth.The
Greatspiritthatrunsthroughallofuswantstobeknowntobringa harmony
andbalacetoourworld.Weallhavelifeforcerunningthroughus,sobeautiful,
sohonouredtoliveinthistimeofchanges,wedidnotcomeherebyaccident
wehavebeengivenalifetoexpandloveandthefruitsthatitbringsletusall
rememberthatthisistheonlytruth.Youarealllovedbyyourcreatorandthatis
all that is asked of you back.If others make their deviances pray that they will
find the light within themselves to forgive and let go of anger and retribution,
lookatallreligionsandaskyourselfwhatthereaimis.Tohelpyoubeawareofa
lovingdivineforcethatrunsthroughus,givinguslife,hasnotalllifecomefrom
this same divine place.No matter what has passed in your life and what your
grievancesare,youareallloved,youareavehicleofloveanduntilyouknow
thisyouwillnotbehappyandwhenyoudoknowthisyouwillneverfeelalone
orfearfulloveandlightvalerie

Here is an excerpt from my book which will soon be in the

process of being published.
Remembering.
We live such busy lives that we have become disconnected from the
nurturingofournaturalsurroundings.
TheenergycentresofourbodieshaveadirectconnectiontoMotherEarths
energycentreandtotheUniverseandbyusingourownintuitionwecanreceive
andheartheinnatemessagesfromher.Itshowsustheimportanceoflistening
to the quietness and finding the place of Peace inside ourselves. When we
ignorethispartofourselveswelosemeaningtoourlivesandthiscreatesstress
inourbodies.Theconditionsandthewayinwhichweliveourlivescontribute
tothis.We loseouridentityaswemeltintotheratraceofaworldwhichwe
have created ourselves. We have allowed ourselves to be separated by being
enticed, manipulated and controlled by our own fears and by the promise of
monetary reward for our trouble. The problem is that the rewards we have
reapedarenowourownprisons.Weneedtoridourselvesofthesethoughtsof
having to live in an environment with the focus on materialism before we
becomesuchanintensepartofthephysicalmatterthatwewillfinditharderto
returntothebeginningsfromwhencewecame.

Itistimenowtorememberwhoweare.Rememberingasourancestorsdid
thattheconnectionwitheachotherandwithnatureisanimportantpartofour
lives and is needed to sustain us, we are able to understand more about our
ownbodiesandhowtheyareaffectedbyouremotions.Ourenvironmentalso
helpsustofeelthewaywedo.

It is when we have time to step back and reflect that we find this out for
ourselves.Sometimesitisonlythroughaparticularincidentinourlivesthatwe
areabletoallowourselvestime,thisiswhenwemaketheconnection.
Thestudyofpsychology,psychicdevelopment,havingworkedasareflexologist
andcolourtherapisthasenabledmetohavecontactwithmanypeoplesuffering
fromavarietyofdifferentailments,mostofthembeingstressrelated


conditions.Althoughmostmaysaythattheirsisnotso,stresscanbetheculprit
ofmanydiseasesandconditions,beingthefactorthatbringsthemintobeing.

Although our bodies appear physical to us they are actually made from
energy and light. Nature shows us how we need colour and we can easily see
that the nature of colour affects our lives. All around us we can see the
reflectionofourselvesandwhatourbodiesneed.Thecoloursthatwedesireto
look at are the vibrations and frequencies that we need to help balance our
emotional,mentalorphysicalbodies.Thisreachesourbrainonasubconscious
level and we have the results by the way that looking at or wearing different
colours makes us feel. Emotions colour us and have an effect on the physical
bodyiftheyareleftunheededforlongenough,theycanfiltertheirwaythrough
the layers of the aura until we have to listen because of the effect which has
causeddiseasehastakenplace.

Manyofusignorethesewarningsandtakeapill,thencarryonwithwhatwere
doing,feelingsopressuredthatweforgethowtoturnthebrakeson,doingthe
things that are demanded of us with no thought of ourselves, as though the
responsibilityofourwholebeinghasbeenhandedtosomeoneelse.

What we must realise is that whoever it is that delivers us the cheque that
pays our bills at the end of every month may be responsible for helping us to
upholdthematerialisminourworldbuttheyarenotresponsibleforourhealth,
itisonlyusthatcanbeforwearetheonlyonesthatknowhowwearefeeling
and how tasks affect us emotionally and physically. When we are healthy and
balancedwearesendingthissamemessageoutintothedepthsoftheUniverse.
Whether we like it or not our thoughts are living energy and we have a
responsibility to direct them sensibly. Not believing will not prevent it from
happening.Everyoneneedstobeawareofthisbecausethosethatdonothave
this knowledge may think that they themselves are nothing to do with the
schemeofthingsandwillnotknowofthepowertheyholdwithwhichtoheal
themselvesandindeedtheplanetasallnatureisconnected.


It is time to listen to our emotional, mental and physical bodies. It is also
timeforusalltorealisethatwearebeingguidedbyahigherselfandifwedo
notlisten,maybeoutoffear,maybeignoranceoftheideaofsuchathing,then
weonlyhaveourselvestoquestion.Itisnouseinlayingtheblameonalland
sundry around us for we can change when we learn more about ourselves,
including the world of colour, ourselves and its messages to us. This is the
Earths call to us and the message is being delivered through higher beings of
energythanourselves.Thelighterourenergiesbecometheeasieritisforthem
tocontactus.

Weareconstantlybeingaskedtoraiseourvibrations.Wearegivenexamples
every day of our lives. Through these we can see how thinking negative
thoughts can put us on a lower vibration and when changing our thoughts to
positiveoneswecanfunctionatahigherlevel.
Howdoweknowthis?Ourfeelingstellus,theyspeaktousthroughourbodies.
Weknowifwefeelgoodorbad,happyorsad,wellorunwell.Ifwefeelunwell
weshouldquestionourthoughtsatthetime.AtypicalexampleisWhatwasI
thinking about before I got this terrible headache? Or What has having this
terriblestomachupsetstoppedmefromdoing?

WhenIwasachildIoftenfellillwithterriblestomachpains,earacheandsore
throats, they always came on when I was worried about going to school and
somesaidthatIwasputtingitonbecauseIdidntwanttogobutIwasactually
sufferinganditprovedtobetruewhenaweepingabscesswasfoundinmyear.
Thishashadaneffectonmyearsthroughoutmylifeandstressofanysortcan
starttheprocessoffagain.Doesthisprovethatthoughtscausetheillnessand
could this also prove that the physical existence of our bodies is also the
manifestation of a thought form that has come from somewhere else. If our
bodies can become ill from our way of thinking, this means that they can
become well. As we know that thoughts are such a strong part of us and that
theycantakeoverourlivesdoweeverwonderifwearenottheendresultofa
thoughtformthatwehavecreatedourselves,inanotherplace,anothertime?
As the chances of healing our own bodies and the Earth itself are becoming
more real to us we look at our thoughts , will and intentions more seriously. I
hadafirsthandlearningexperienceofthiswhenIhadanoperation.


I awoke in hospital to find that Id had a severe allergic reaction and was
attachedtoabloodpressuremachineandadrip.Mybloodpressurewasvery
lowandappearedtokeepgettinglower.Eachtimeitloweredanalarmwentoff
which made me take notice and think what it was I had been thinking about I
realisedthatIwasalwayshavinganegativethoughtatthetime.IfoundthatI
could make my blood pressure go up by changing the thought into a positive
oneanditwasquitearevelationtoactuallyseethishappening.Iwonderedif
themainreasonIwastherewastobeabletodiscoverthisphenomenontobe
true and proved by technology. By just thinking about why someone had said
somethingtomeorignoredmethebloodpressurereadingwaschangingsothis
shows how even what we consider to be tiny negative thoughts are actually
havingabigeffectonourselves.
Hereisthereasonwhyforgivenessmustbelearntandwhyweneedtosend
love to all situations. We have an innate need to recognise that our thoughts,
actions and deeds are important, not only affecting ourselves and each other
buttheEarthitself,becauseweareallinterconnected.Itisourresponsibilityto
takechargeofourthoughts.

We can easily get lost in the importance of ourselves, forgetting that we are
connectedtothewholeUniverse.allthatwesee,hearandexperienceisbeing
reflected back to us from our own thoughts and desires but also fears, this is
whyitisimportanttogainanunderstandingthatcancelsoutfear.Everythingis
vibration resonating at different frequencies. We are therefore all part of the
same whole. We are united yet we try to be on our own, we will never get
satisfactionfromthisasitisnotthetruenatureoftheworldwelivein.
Mybeliefisthatourlivescanalsoresonatewiththecoloursorvibrationofthe
name we have chosen and the colours missing from our name can determine
ourlifeslessonsaswefindourselvessearchingforthingsthatarethenatureof
thosecolours.
Colourcanbeusedinmanywaystoenhancetheabilityforemotionstohelpin
theprocessofhealing.
Tofindoutmoreaboutyourname,lifespurpose orhealingthroughtheuseof
colour.ValerieTyler.
email colourmeindigo@yahoo.co.uk
or phone 07746013904

Honour the Mothers

"Withoutthestoneandtreeofhometoenfoldyou,fragmentsoftheheartcan
breakaway,likelostboatsuponaforeignsea",saystheGreatMother.
Our world is not doomed nor dying, it is lacking in feminine values. When
women go into the world to make changes, they usually do so in a masculine
way, for it is still very much a man's world. I lived in the UK when Margaret
Thatcher became the first female prime minister of Britain. She seemed like a
very feminine woman and we felt that this was the change that the world
needed.Butinfact,MrsThatcherwasjustlikeaman!Shecarriedmalevalues.
IrealisedthatIwaslookinginthewrongplacesforthearisingofthefeminine
spirit. The feminine does not look for the spotlight or the political stage. She
existsinartandmusicandshecarriestheworldinherlovingarms.Thereisa
longhistoryofabuseofwomen,yetstillsheendured,forherroleisthecreation

oflifeandoflove.WhentheRomanstookoverChristianity,theyrealisedthat
the people were not just worshiping Christ, they were also worshiping his
mother! They were not only honouring the Father and the Son, they also
reveredtheHolyGhost!
Ourworldisoneofbalance.Ifthebalanceislost,theworldislost.Thefeminine
spiritisthebalancethatbringspeacetotheworld.
TheFeminineSpiritspeaks,"Findingmewilltakeyoubeyondyourbiologytothe
soul light that shines like a beacon in the darkness of the world. My feminine
lightwillrevealtoyouthelinkbetweenalllivingthings,andthetruththatwhat
youdotoanotheryoualsodotoyourself."
Thefemininespiritsavestheforests,savesthechildrenandsavestheworld.She
istheonewhocreates,notdestroys.Herlightisalamplight,notaspotlight
shininguponallwhoneedherhelp.Aworldthatallowsforestsandanimalsto
disappearisaworldlackinginfemininecaringandlove.Thearisingbeliefinan
infinite universe is a sign that the feminine spirit is appearing in the world of
science.Inthe5thcentury,Epicurusexpoundedhisbeliefinaninfiniteuniverse,
butmanydisagreedwithhim,andstilldo.
"Followthepathofsoulandfindthefemininespiritwithin.Thepathtopeaceis
withinusall.Sitquietlyinnatureandlisten...Thefemininespiritwillopenyour
heartgently,withoutintrusion."
Youmaybeginbyhonouringyourownmother.
The Great Mother speaks, "Never lose your mother. She is your link to the
ancestrallineofwomenthatyoucamefrom.Thereisareasonwhyyouchose
theirbloodlineandtheirhistorymayguideyoutowardyourownauthenticlife.
Rememberthattheirbloodisflowingthroughyourveins.HonourtheMothers."
Copyright Roz Winters, 2012.
http://www.otherworldmusic.com
http://sacredshore.blogspot.com.au

AFewOldBones
ByMichaelBerman
Theoldboneinthisfirsttaleisaskull,whichsetsaboutassemblingaskeleton
for himself in order to attract a new wife. Though probably intended as a
warningtoyoungwomennottomarryoutsidetheircommunity,italsoreminds
usofatimewhentravelbetweenthisworldandthenextwasnotmerelythe
fancifulnotionithasnowbecomeforthemajorityofus.

TheDisobedientDaughterwhomarriedaSkull

EFFIONG Edem was a native of Cobham Town. He had a very fine daughter,
whosenamewasAfiong.Alltheyoungmeninthecountrywantedtomarryher
on account of her beauty; but she refused all offers of marriage in spite of
repeatedentreatiesfromherparents,asshewasveryvain,andsaidshewould
only marry the bestlooking man in the country, who would have to be young
and strong, and capable of loving her properly. Most of the men her parents
wantedhertomarry,althoughtheywererich,wereoldmenandugly,sothegirl
continued to disobey her parents, at which they were very much grieved. The
skullwholivedinthespiritlandheardofthebeautyofthisCalabarvirgin,and
thoughthewouldliketopossessher;sohewentaboutamongsthisfriendsand
borroweddifferentpartsofthebodyfromthem,allofthebest.Fromonehegot
a good head, another lent him a body, a third gave him strong arms, and a
fourth lent him a fine pair of legs. At last he was complete, and was a very
perfectspecimenofmanhood.

HethenleftthespiritlandandwenttoCobhammarket,wherehesawAfiong,
andadmiredherverymuch.

AboutthistimeAfiongheardthataveryfinemanhadbeenseeninthemarket,
who was betterlooking than any of the natives. She therefore went to the
marketatonce,anddirectlyshesawtheSkullinhisborrowedbeauty,shefellin
lovewithhim,andinvitedhimtoherhouse.TheSkullwasdelighted,andwent
homewithher,andonhisarrivalwasintroducedbythegirltoherparents,and
immediatelyaskedtheirconsenttomarrytheirdaughter.Atfirsttheyrefused,
astheydidnotwishhertomarryastranger,butatlasttheyagreed.


HelivedwithAfiongfortwodaysinherparents'house,andthensaidhewished
to take his wife back to his country, which was far off. To this the girl readily
agreed,ashewassuchafineman,butherparentstriedtopersuadehernotto
go. However, being very headstrong, she made up her mind to go, and they
startedofftogether.Aftertheyhadbeengoneafewdaysthefatherconsulted
his Ju Ju man, who by casting lots very soon discovered that his daughter's
husband belonged to the spirit land, and that she would surely be killed. They
thereforeallmournedherasdead.

Afterwalkingforseveraldays,AfiongandtheSkullcrossedtheborderbetween
thespiritlandandthehumancountry.Directlytheysetfootinthespiritland,
firstofallonemancametotheSkullanddemandedhislegs,thenanotherhis
head,andthenexthisbody,andsoon,untilinafewminutestheskullwasleft
by itself in all its natural ugliness. At this the girl was very frightened, and
wantedtoreturnhome,buttheskullwouldnotallowthis,andorderedherto
gowithhim.Whentheyarrivedattheskull'shousetheyfoundhismother,who
wasaveryoldwomanquiteincapableofdoinganywork,whocouldonlycreep
about. Afiong tried her best to help her, and cooked her food, and brought
waterandfirewoodfortheoldwoman.Theoldcreaturewasverygratefulfor
theseattentions,andsoonbecamequitefondofAfiong.

OnedaytheoldwomantoldAfiongthatshewasverysorryforher,butallthe
people in the spirit land were cannibals, and when they heard there was a
humanbeingintheircountry,theywouldcomedownandkillherandeather.
Theskull'smotherthenhidAfiong,andasshehadlookedafterhersowell,she
promisedshewouldsendherbacktohercountryassoonaspossible,providing
that she promised for the future to obey her parents. This Afiong readily
consentedtodo.Thentheoldwomansentforthespider,whowasaveryclever
hairdresser, and made him dress Afiong's hair in the latest fashion. She also
presented her with anklets and other things on account of her kindness. She
thenmadeaJuJuandcalledthewindstocomeandconveyAfiongtoherhome.
Atfirstaviolenttornadocame,withthunder,lightningandrain,buttheskull's
mother sent him away as unsuitable. The next wind to come was a gentle
breeze,soshetoldthebreezetocarryAfiongtohermother'shouse,andsaid


goodbyetoher.VerysoonafterwardsthebreezedepositedAfiongoutsideher
home,andleftherthere.

Whentheparentssawtheirdaughtertheywereveryglad,astheyhadforsome
monthsgivenherupaslost.Thefatherspreadsoftanimals'skinsontheground
fromwherehisdaughterwasstandingallthewaytothehouse,sothatherfeet
shouldnotbesoiled.Afiongthenwalkedtothehouseandherfathercalledall
theyounggirlswhobelongedtoAfiong'scompanytocomeanddance,andthe
feastinganddancingwaskeptupforeightdaysandnights.Whentherejoicing
wasover,thefatherreportedwhathadhappenedtotheheadchiefofthetown.
Thechiefthenpassedalawthatparentsshouldneverallowtheirdaughtersto
marrystrangerswhocamefromafarcountry.Thenthefathertoldhisdaughter
tomarryafriendofhis,andshewillinglyconsented,andlivedwithhimformany
years,andhadmanychildren.

Source: Folk Stories from Southern Nigeria West Africa by Elphinstone Dayrell,
F.R.G.S., F.R.A.I. with an Introduction by Andrew Lang [1910] published by
Longmans,GreenandCo.

BoneProverbsandQuotes

Ihaveabookofbuildingsfrom25,000BC.Thesearehutsbuiltoutofmammoth
bones.Thesebuildingswerebeautifullymade,fromthebonesofthebodyinto
shelter.~BenNicholson

IwilllaymybonesbytheGangesthatIndiamightknowthereisonewhocares.
AlexanderDuff

Itisanoldhabitwiththeologianstobeatthelivingwiththebonesofthedead.~
RobertGreenIngersoll


Forfossilstothrive,certainfavourablecircumstancesarerequired.Firstofall,of
course,remnantsoflifehavetobethere.Thesethenneedtobewashedover
with water as soon as possible, so that the bones are covered with a layer of
sediment.~RichardLeakey

Hedidn'tcomeoutofmybelly,butmyGod,I'vemadehisbones,becauseI've
attendedtoeverymeal,andhowhesleeps,andthefactthatheswimslikeafish
becauseItookhimtotheocean.I'msoproudofallthosethings.Butheismy
biggestpride.~JohnLennon

Likebonestothehumanbody,theaxletothewheel,thewingtothebird,and
theairtothewing,soislibertytheessenceoflife.Whateverisdonewithoutit
isimperfect.~JoseMarti

Manythingsweneedcanwait.Thechildcannot.Nowisthetimehisbonesare
formed, his mind developed. To him we cannot say tomorrow, his name is
today.~GabrielaMistral(Chileanpoet,18891957)

Ohliterature,ohthegloriousArt,howitpreysuponthemarrowinourbones.It
scoops the stuffing out of us, and chucks us aside. Alas! ~ David Herbert
Lawrence

Ontheplainsofhesitationlietheblackenedbonesofcountlessmillionswhoat
thedawnofvictorylaydowntorest,andinrestingdied.~AdlaiE.Stevenson

Orderisthesanityofthemind,thehealthofthebody,thepeaceofthecity,the
securityofthestate.Likebeamsinahouseorbonestoabody,soisordertoall
things.~RobertSouthey

Revenge...islikearollingstone,which,whenamanhathforcedup ahill,will
returnuponhimwithagreaterviolence,andbreakthoseboneswhosesinews
gaveitmotion.~AlbertSchweitzer


Sunbleachedbonesweremostwonderfulagainstthebluethatbluethatwill
always be there as it is now after all man's destruction is finished. ~ Georgia
O'Keeffe

The safest and most suitable form of penance seems to be that which causes
pain in the flesh but does not penetrate to the bones, that is, which causes
sufferingbutnotsickness.~SaintIgnatius

The future of the world belongs to the youth of the world, and it is from the
youth and not from the old that the fire of life will warm and enlighten the
world. It is your privilege to breathe the breath of life into the dry bones of
manyaroundyou.~TomMann

Toliveinthisworld,youmustbeabletodothreethings:tolovewhatismortal;
to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when
thetimecomestoletitgo,toletitgo.~MaryOliver

Every man is the builder of a temple, called his body, to the god he worships,
after a style purely his own, nor can he get off by hammering marble instead.
Weareallsculptorsandpainters,andourmaterialisourownfleshandblood
and bones. ~ Henry David Thoreau (American Essayist, Poet and Philosopher,
18171862)

A sound heart is the life of the flesh: but envy the rottenness of the bones. ~
(Proverbs14:30).

TheaveragePh.D.thesisisnothingbutatransferofbonesfromonegraveyard
toanother~JamesFrankDobie

A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones. ~
Proverbs17:22.

Over and above that we let them get rich on our sweat and blood, while we
remainpoorandtheysuckthemarrowfromourbones.~MartinLuther


(GermanPriestandScholarwhosequestioningofcertainchurchpracticesledto
theProtestantReformation.14831546)

Be patient and you will finally win, for a soft tongue can break hard bones. ~
(Proverbs28:13)

Homeagain,hisnativeland;hewasbornofitandhisboneswillsleepinit...~
William Faulkner (American shortstory Writer and Novelist, Nobel Prize for
Literaturein1949,18971962)

Thetonguehasnobones,yetitbreaksbones.~Greekproverb

Friends,Romans,countrymen,lendmeyourears;IcometoburyCaesar,notto
praisehim.Theevilthatmendolivesafterthem,Thegoodisoftinterredwith
theirbones.~WilliamShakespeare

Theoceanmoansoverdeadmen'sbones.~ThomasBaileyAldrich

Oneshouldnotforgetthatthereareveryfewsurvivingitemsfromthisperiod,
often just single, small bones, a tooth, a sliver of the skull. Categorizing these
piecescanbeverydifficult.~RichardLeakey

Ifindnosweeterfatthanstickstomyownbones.~WaltWhitman

I got into my bones the essential structure of the ordinary British sentence
whichisanoblething.~WinstonChurchill

ThenIsaid,Iwillnotmakementionofhim,norspeakanymoreinhisname.But
his word was in mine heart as a burning fire shut up in my bones, and I was
wearywithforbearing,andIcouldnotstay.~Jeremiah20:9

Natureisonegreatbigwoodchipper.Soonerorlater,everythingshootsoutthe
other end in a spray of blood, bones and hair. ~ Doug Coupland (Canadian
novelist)

Nowforastoryinwhichthenumbersevenfeaturesprominently,asitdoesinso
manymythsandfolktales.Thisonetellsthestoryofsevensisters,andisabout
the importance of treating bones with respect. And once again, as so many
folktalesdo,itremindsusofhowalllifeisconnectedandtheimportanceofnot
takingwhatwehavebeenblessedwithforgranted:

TheBonesofDjulung

Inabeautifulislandthatliesinthesouthernseas,wherechainsofgayorchids
bind the trees together, and the days and nights are equally long and nearly
equallyhot,thereoncelivedafamilyofsevensisters.Theirfatherandmother
weredead,andtheyhadnobrothers,sotheeldestgirlruledovertherest,and
theyalldidasshebadethem.Onesisterhadtocleanthehouse,secondcarried
water from the spring in the forest, a third cooked their food, while to the
youngestfellthehardesttaskofall,forshehadtocutandbringhomethewood
which was to keep the fire continually burning. This was very hot and tiring
work,andwhenshehadfedthefireandheapedupinacornerthesticksthat
weretosupplyittillthenextday,sheoftenthrewherselfdownunderatree,
andwentsoundasleep.

One morning, however, as she was staggering along with her bundle on her
back,shethoughtthattheriverwhichflowedpasttheirhutlookedsocooland
inviting that she determined to bathe in it, instead of taking her usual nap.
Hastilypilingupherloadbythefire,andthrustingsomesticksintotheflame,
she ran down to the river and jumped in. How delicious it was diving and
swimmingandfloatinginthedarkforest,wherethetreesweresothickthatyou
couldhardlyseethesun!Butafterawhileshebegantolookabouther,andher
eyesfellonalittlefishthatseemedmadeoutofarainbow,sobrilliantwerethe
coloursheflashedout.


'Ishouldlikehimforapet,'thoughtthegirl,andthenexttimethefishswamby,
sheputoutherhandandcaughthim.Thensheranalongthegrassypathtillshe
cametoacaveinfrontofwhichastreamfelloversomerocksintoabasin.Here
sheputherlittlefish,whosenamewasDjulungdjulung,andpromisingtoreturn
soonandbringhimsomedinner,shewentaway.

Bythetimeshegothome,thericefortheirdinnerwasreadycooked,andthe
eldestsistergavetheothersixtheirportionsinwoodenbowls.Buttheyoungest
didnotfinishhers,andwhennoonewaslooking,stoleofftothefountaininthe
forestwherethelittlefishwasswimmingabout.

'See!Ihavenotforgottenyou,'shecried,andonebyonesheletthegrainsof
rice fall into the water, where the fish gobbled them up greedily, for he had
nevertastedanythingsonice.

'That is all for today,' she said at last, 'but I will come again tomorrow,' and
bidinghimgoodbyeshewentdownthepath.

Nowthegirldidnottellhersistersaboutthefish,buteverydayshesavedhalf
of her rice to give him, and called him softly in a little song she had made for
herself.Ifshesometimesfelthungry,nooneknewofit,and,indeed,shedidnot
mind that much, when she saw how the fish enjoyed it. And the fish grew fat
and big, but the girl grew thin and weak, and the loads of wood felt heavier
everyday,andatlasthersistersnoticedit.

Thentheytookcounseltogether,andwatchedhertoseewhatshedid,andone
ofthemfollowedhertothefountainwhereDjulunglived,andsawhergivehim
allthericeshehadsavedfromherbreakfast.Hasteninghomethesistertoldthe
otherswhatshehadwitnessed,andthatalovelyfatfishmightbehadforthe
catching. So the eldest sister went and caught him, and he was boiled for
supper, but the youngest sister was away in the woods, and did not know
anythingaboutit.

Next morning she went as usual to the cave, and sang her little song, but no
Djulungcametoanswerit;twiceandthriceshesang,thenthrewherselfonher


knees by the edge, and peered into the dark water, but the trees cast such a
deepshadowthathereyescouldnotpierceit.

'Djulungcannotbedead,orhisbodywouldbefloatingonthesurface,'shesaid
toherself,andrisingtoherfeetshesetouthomewards,feelingallofasudden
strangelytired.

'Whatisthematterwithme?'shethought,butsomehoworothershemanaged
toreachthehut,andthrewherselfdowninacorner,whereshesleptsosoundly
thatfordaysnoonewasabletowakeher.

Atlength,onemorningearly,acockbegantocrowsoloudthatshecouldsleep
nolongerandashecontinuedtocrowsheseemedtounderstandwhathewas
saying, and that he was telling her that Djulung was dead, killed and eaten by
hersisters,andthathisboneslayburiedunderthekitchenfire.Verysoftlyshe
gotup,andtookupthelargestoneunderthefire,andcreepingoutcarriedthe
bonestothecavebythefountain,whereshedugaholeandburiedthemanew.
Andasshescoopedouttheholewithastickshesangasong,biddingthebones
growtilltheybecameatreeatreethatreachedupsohighintotheheavens
that its leaves would fall across the sea into another island, whose king would
pickthemup.

AstherewasnoDjulungtogiveherriceto,thegirlsoonbecamefatagain,and
asshewasabletodoherworkasofold,hersistersdidnottroubleabouther.
Theyneverguessedthatwhenshewentintotheforesttogatherhersticks,she
neverfailedtopayavisittothetree,whichgrewtallerandmorewonderfulday
byday.Neverwassuchatreeseenbefore.Itstrunkwasofiron,itsleaveswere
ofsilk,itsflowersofgold,anditsfruitofdiamonds,andoneevening,thoughthe
girldidnotknowit,asoftbreezetookoneoftheleaves,andblewitacrossthe
seatothefeetofoneoftheking'sattendants.

'Whatacuriousleaf!Ihaveneverbeheldonelikeitbefore.Imustshowittothe
king,'hesaid,andwhenthekingsawithedeclaredhewouldneverrestuntilhe
hadfoundthetreewhichboreit,evenifhehadtospendtherestofhislifein


visitingtheislandsthatlayallround.Happilyforhim,hebeganwiththeisland
that was nearest, and here in the forest he suddenly saw standing before him
the iron tree, its boughs covered with shining leaves like the one he carried
abouthim.

'Butwhatsortofatreeisit,andhowdiditgethere?'heaskedoftheattendants
hehadwithhim.Noonecouldanswerhim,butastheywereabouttopassout
oftheforestalittleboywentby,andthekingstoppedandinquirediftherewas
anyonelivingintheneighbourhoodwhomhemightquestion.

'Sevengirlsliveinahutdownthere,'repliedtheboy,pointingwithhisfingerto
wherethesunwassetting.

'Thengoandbringthemhere,andIwillwait,'saidtheking,andtheboyranoff
andtoldthesistersthatagreatchief,withstringsofjewelsroundhisneck,had
sentforthem.

Pleased and excited the six elder sisters at once followed the boy, but the
youngest,whowasbusy,andwhodidnotcareaboutstrangers,stayedbehind,
tofinishtheworkshewasdoing.Thekingwelcomedthegirlseagerly,andasked
themallmannerofquestionsaboutthetree,butastheyhadneverevenheard
of its existence, they could tell him nothing. 'And if we, who live close by the
forest,donotknow,youmaybesurenoonedoes,'addedtheeldest,whowas
rathercrossatfindingthiswasallthatthekingwantedofthem.

'Buttheboytoldmethereweresevenofyou,andthereareonlysixhere,'said
theking.

'Oh, the youngest is at home, but she is always half asleep, and is of no use
excepttocutwoodforthefire,'repliedtheyinabreath.

'Thatmaybe,butperhapsshedreams,'answeredtheking.'Anyway,Iwillspeak
toheralso.'Thenhesignedtooneofhisattendants,whofollowedthepaththat
theboyhadtakentothehut.


Soon the man returned, with the girl walking behind him. And as soon as she
reachedthetreeitboweditselftotheearthbeforeher,andshestretchedout
herhandandpickedsomeofitsleavesandflowersandgavethemtotheking.

'Themaidenwhocanworksuchwondersisfittedtobethewifeofthegreatest
chief,'hesaid,andsohemarriedher,andtookherwithhimacrosstheseato
hisownhome,wheretheylivedhappilyforeverafter.

Source: The Lilac Fairy Book, Edited by Andrew Lang London, New York:
Longmans,Green,andCo.[1910]

TheJourneyHome
ByMichaelBerman

How would you feel if someone physically picked you up and deposited you
somewhereyoudidntwanttobe?Thatswhyitalwaysamazesmethatpeople
havetheeffronterytodothattoanimalswhilepretendingtheyloveandrespect
allcreatures.Tomakemattersevenworse,theyprobablymakeapointofonly
buying products not tested on animals, oblivious to the fact that although the
productwasnttestedonanimalsalltheindividualingredientswere.

Anditsnotjustanimalswhohavethisindignityheapeduponthem.Whatabout
thestonepeople,andwhathappenstothemeverysummerholiday?Thinkofall
thepebblesandseashellshappilymindingtheirownbusinessandrecordingthe
history taking place all around them, who are yanked out of their chosen
habitatstobestuffedinsuitcases,flownhalfwayacrosstheworld,thenusedto
form a decoration on a chipboard mock pine coffee table in someones living
room.Moreover,thosearetheluckyones.Themajorityareprobablydiscarded
somewhere totally inappropriate on the return of the holidaymakers, to be
neglected and forgotten about. And these very same people would have you
believethattheyarespiritualbeingswithasocialconsciencewhogiveregularly
todeservingcharitablecausesbybuyingtheirChristmascardsonceayearfrom


OxfamorSurvivalInternational!Itmakesyouwanttovomit,oratleasttoput
drawingpinsontheircomfyseatsandtowakethemuptowhattheyaredoing.

Sohowaboutdoingsomethingdifferentthisyearforachange?AndIamsure
yourjadedpaletteswouldrelishtheprospect.Itsverysimpleandthisishowit
works.Youmakeapointofusingyourtwoweekpackageholidayinthesunto
make a pilgrimage. The purpose being to return these objects to their chosen
places while, at the same time, offering them an apology for the wrongs they
have been subjected to. What is more, you could even consider leaving an
offering behind, some sacred tobacco or a crystal to make amends for the
disruptionyouhavecaused.Andthatwouldsurelybeareallyworthwhilewayof
spendingyoursummerbreak.Ifyouchoosenottoactthough,thenthefairies
mightstepinandtakeactioninyourplace:

TheGnollFairyStoneWales

FairieswereconstantlyseenonafineeveningbyClwyda'rBanwan(theBanwan
Gates), dancing within the rings; but since the wonderful stone (on which was
written fairy language in their characters, for nobody had ever understood
them)hadbeenremovedfromthecenterofthelargestcircletoGnollgardens,
nobodyhadeverseenthefairies.Buttheyhadtheirrevenge;fornosoonerhad
the grotto, which cost Lady Mackworth thousands of pounds, been finished,
thanoneeveningoh!Ishallneverforgetit!therewasthunderandlightning
andrain,suchaswasneverseenorheardbefore;andnextmorningthegrotto
haddisappeared,forthehillbehinditfelloverit,andhashiddenitforever;and
woe betide the man that will dare to clear away the earth. When the storm
abatedweallheardthefairieslaughingheartily.

Source: J. O. Westwood, "Early Inscribed Stones of Wales," Archaeologia

Cambrensis,series3,vol.11(1865),pp.6061.


This account was given by a gardener who claimed to have personally
experiencedtheevent.Inabout1835thestone(accordingtomodernscholarsa
Romangravemarker)wasremovedfromitsoriginalsiteandplacedinagarden
grottoattheGnoll,an estateoverlookingNeath,atowninsouthWales.Soon
afterward,thegrottowasburiedbeneathalandslide,givingrisetothetradition
that fairies had taken their revenge for the stone's removal. In spite of the
gardener's warning, the stone was recovered and since 1922 has been on
display in the Swansea Museum. The "fairy language" mentioned above is a
badlyweatheredLatininscription.

And there are further examples of the fairies taking matters into their own
handstoo:

LegendoftheRollrightStones

Not far from the borders of Gloucestershire and Oxfordshire, and within the
latter county, is the pretty village of Rollright and near the village, up a hill,
stands a circle of small stones, and one larger stone, such as our Celtic
antiquariessaywereraisedbytheDruids.

AssoonastheDruidsleftthem,thefairies,whoneverfailedtotakepossession
of their deserted shrines, seemed to have had an especial care over these
stones, and anyone who ventures to meddle with them is sure to meet with
someverygreatmisfortune.

The old people of the village, however, who generally know most about these
matters,saythestoneswereonceakingandhisknights,whoweregoingto


make war on the King of England. And they assert that, according to old
prophecies, had they ever reached Long Compton, the King of England must
inevitablyhavebeendethroned,andthiskingwouldhavereignedinhisplace.
ButwhentheycametothevillageofRollrighttheyweresuddenlyturnedinto
stonesintheplacewheretheynowstand.

Be this as it may, there was once a farmer in the village who wanted a large
stone to put in a particular position in an outhouse he was building in his
farmyard,andhethoughtthatoneoftheoldknightswouldbejustthethingfor
him. In spite of all the warnings of his neighbors he determined to have the
stonehewanted,andheputfourhorsestohisbestwagonandproceededup
thehill.Withmuchlaborhesucceededingettingthestoneintohiswagon,and
thoughtheroadlaydownhill,itwassoheavythathiswagonwasbrokenandhis
horseswerekilledbythelaborofdrawingithome.Nothingdauntedbyallthese
mishaps, the farmer raised the stone to the place it was to occupy in his new
building.

Fromthismomenteverythingwentwrongwithhim.Hiscropsfailedyearafter
year.Hiscattlediedoneafteranother.Hewasobligedtomortgagehislandand
tosellhiswagonsandhorses,tillatlasthehadleftonlyonepoorbrokendown
horsewhichnobodywouldbuy,andoneoldcrazycart.

Suddenlythethoughtcameintohisheadthatallhismisfortunesmightbeowing
totheidenticalstonewhichhehadbroughtfromthecircleatthetopofthehill.
Hethoughthewouldtrytogetitbackagain,andhisonlyhorsewasputtothe
cart.Tohissurprisehegotthestonedownandlifteditintothecartwithvery
little trouble, and, as soon as it was in, the horse, which could scarcely bear
along its own limbs, now drew it up the hill of its own accord with as little
trouble as another horse would draw an empty cart on level ground, until it
came to the very spot where the stone had formerly stood beside its
companions.


The stone was soon in its place, and the horse and cart returned home, and
fromthatmomentthefarmer'saffairsbegantoimprove,tillinashorttimehe
wasaricherandmoresubstantialmanthanhehadeverbeenbefore.

Footnote:
Theoldrhymeruns

IfLongComptonthoucan'stsee,
ThenKingofEnglandthoushaltbe.
SeeHutchinson'sHistoryofCumberland,i.230.

Source: William J. Thoms, "Four Transcripts by the Late Thomas Wright," The
FolkLoreRecord,vol.2(London:TheFolkLoreSociety,1879),pp.17778.

AreyoumyTeacher?TheSeekeraskedtheStone.

No.ButIcantellstories.Wouldyouliketohearone?

Yesplease!

OK.Heregoesthen,saidtheStone.Justletmegathermymemoriesandoff
Illgo.

Once when the Earth was new and my memory bank was still quite empty, a
seed began to sprout, right next to me, by my side in fact. It being rather
unsteadyonitsweakstem,Ioffereditsupporttoleanagainstmyside.Andso
itcarriedongrowing,withoutevenawordofthanksforallmyefforts.Itsnot
easyhavingtogivesomeoneconstantsupport,Illhaveyouknow.

Andsoitcarriedongrowing,growingandgrowing,growingsohighinfactthat
itshadedmefromallthelightanditgotratherchillywhereIlay.Butplacidsoul
thatIam,Inevercomplainedandjustaccepteditaspartofmylotinlife.

In fact, despite my difficult circumstances, I have a lot to be thankful for. The

Treetheshootgrewintoisdestinedtospendtherestofitsdaysrootedtothe
verysamespot.Butme,beingaStonePerson,IknowIhavethepossibilityof
beingmovedhavingashiftofconsciousnesssotospeak.

All I have to do was to wait for my Teacher, to pick me up on one of his

journeysandtotransportmetoanotherplaceforanewperspectiveonlife.
YesIhaveallsortsofpossibilitiestobethankfulfor.IndeedyoucouldsayIve
beenblessed.

ByMichaelBerman

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