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Magical moments...
      All my life i have been taught that the things i now believe in were bad thoughts at best, but more than likely a direct connection with satan.  Fortune tellers were evil dark beings from hell waiting to coax me into their parlors to steal my soul.  I was taught on one hand that God is a spirit and to love God, but on the other hand, not to believe in spirits because psychics and seers deal with them and spirits are bad.   I was taught reincarnation was utter nonsense at the same time the priest was telling me all about the resurrection of the body and life everlasting.  Cannibalism was repugnant yet we ate the body and drank the blood of Christ at every mass.   It didn't matter who i asked the questions to while searching for the truth because sooner or later it came down to the fatal conversation stopper, "...Well my son, you must have faith..."   "Yeah, you bet father, you give me some proof and i will have some faith."

  Truth has many flavors...  
      Truth,  like light,  shines and enlightens our soul and being.   Truth does not need to be hidden behind cop out, "canned phrases "  by somebody who probably didn't know any more about it than i did in the first place.  Truth, however is also paradoxically subjective, so my truth may be truth to me, but not necessarily to somebody else.   With the infinite alternative realities we observe in our daily lives, we must realize the different rules apply to each individual alternate and therefore a different truth is controlling the reality and there are as many flavors of the truth as there are alternate realities.    I think spinach is delicious, so it is true that this is so, however to somebody else, spinach may taste like wet soggy leaves from a tree, and their truth is that spinach is horrible.  Both situations hold the truth, yet they are opposite.  Every thing is relative and often, things are not even what they seem.   We live in a world of illusions and we are just now beginning to see this more clearly as the veil thins.  
    My own search for spiritual truth had led me from Catholicism, to Lutheranism, to Spiritualism and finally completely separated from any form of organized religion completely and to the realization that organized religion is a huge factor, perhaps the largest single one, that keeps people separated and at each other's throats.   Organized religion has separated us by beliefs so we have somebody that we can kill in God's name.  Even Adolph Hitler thought he had God on his side.  The spanish inquisition thought they had God on their side, so did the crusaders, who traveled thousands of miles to a foreign land to kill all the infidels, or people who didn't believe like they did.  Even groups within the same religion are at each other's throats, just take a look at Northern Ireland and see what the Christians up there are doing to each other with their bombs.  No, i figured out that religion is a negative force in the world and had done noting but subjugate it's followers and teach them to hate others who are not thinking the same way.   Islam and Judah are bitter enemies, and the concept of the teachings that are supposed to be the core of all religions, love one another, is lost if fear and one of the supposedly gentle religions in the world, who's very name means "Surrender" has proclaimed war on most of the rest of the Christian world and send their whacked out suicide bombers out to do as much killing of innocent women and children as they can manage.  What sort of religion is that?  Organized religion has become an excuse to screw over the other guy instead of help and support him as we should be doing with our neighbor.
      It is amazing that with all the religious instruction i have gone through in my life, that my path to God was  not through any of the rules of the church, or the doctrines that the various sects and sub groups in the religious arena provide,  and i found no solace or comfort in "Pie in the Sky when i die."  and they had nothing to tell me, however it was through a digital clock read out that i discovered God eventually and i didn't need anybody else to tell me what was real or not because i could feel the resonance for my self and it made sense, where all the BS i had been fed before never did..

The wake up call...
    I have always been a very analytical person.  Logic and reason ruled my mind.  Although i did have a good right brain development as well, it was and remains my left hemisphere that rules the roost.   I used to revel in puzzles and problems, the more tricky and difficult, the better.   Unraveling mysteries was a passion with me and all this contradictory information i was getting from my human teachers did nothing but send me in search of my own truths.   When i first started noticing the 11:11 on the clock each time i casually glanced at it i was struck by the coincidence.   As it happened more and more frequently, i started to figure the odds and soon saw that it was approaching impossibility for me to spot 11:11 as often as 10 times a week.   There had to be something behind this.   This had to be some sort of signal from God or who ever, that i was supposed to notice and and heed.   I sort of decided, after long thought over a years time or so that it was some sort of signal to tell me that everything was OK.   That i was doing something right.   I did not know what brought me to that conclusion but that's the way i took it, and each time it happened it just tickled the hell out of me.
 Strange things started to happen...
      At times i would find notes that i had written to myself at night or in the wee hours of the morning.  Things i did not remember much about writing except in a dim memory that was hard to  focus.   Most of the time it was only a few words and very cryptic.  The very first one i found said, "Fragment your ego".   That was it.   I spent a year or so trying to figure out what that meant and i am still learning more about it to this day.  Such a simply put instruction with such a profound meaning.   Exploring all the paths of this instruction, i have succeeded in tapping into a source of information that was unknown to me prior to this.   I have made connections to unconscious memories from past lives and have been able to extract information and instructions from that source.   When i was stuck at a plateau in my progress with the Penny Whistle, while i was learning to play, i called upon a couple of entities memories and it was almost like going to school except in this school instead of learning the lesson by studying, you just 'remembered' it as a dim memory.   I just called the presence, "Piper" because i never got any identification from there at all, only the feeling of knowing that this presence was familiar with what it was i was striving to learn and if i opened to it, i would soon see the answers more clearly.   Since then, i have made connection with more of those spirits who played music and been able to feel the differences in them.   Some time the notes i would find would change and something that started out looking like english turned into something that looked more like short hand or arabic or some exotic foreign language system.  In those cases i could not tell what the note said except the english parts.

more recent flashes...
     More recently i found another three word note that simply said, "Help <person's name>, now.".   Lets just call her "Debby" to preserve her privacy.   I had no idea what that was about so i called her right away and could not get through.  I tried two more times that day and finally i got her to answer the phone.   She was crying and in much pain, both physical and emotional.   She was despondent and (she claimed) near suicide.  She felt that her entire world and all she loved in it had been taken from her.  She said she was just sitting there alone, crying, suffering and praying for God to send her an Angel to help her out of her misery.   I told her about the note i found and what it said.   Although i have known this person for over twenty years, we never were close nor actually had much to do with each other directly, except through music.  She is a fine musician.  We since have become a lot closer and she calls me when ever she gets feeling blue.  I listen, and sometimes talk her into coming over and we play music and cheer her up.  I am convinced that her angels and my guys are buddies and are in cahoots with each other.  My guys had me write the note, but i had no idea why until i discovered how lonely and abandon she felt.   Her prayers were answered.  She found her  angels, the ones she did not know she had already, just waiting for her to acknowledge them and start working together.
But there is more...
    This isn't the end of this dear person's story.    She is a great skeptic and didn't believe any of the new age information.   Debby wanted proof that she had angels guiding and helping her, so i told her that if she wanted proof, find it the way i did.   I told her that she would start to notice the 11:11, just as i had.  I told her all about it and what it meant to the universe.   In the next three days, she hit 11:11 a total of five times!   She was astounded and torn between physical evidence and her life long beliefs.   I told her i thought it was her angels in touch with my angels that brought our friendship to this point and she denied she had any angels.   Even though she was praying for God to send her one, she denied she had any.   I told her again to watch for the Angelic sign, the indicator that shows Angelic communication, the number series of 4:44 on her clock.  I told her when she saw that, then it was an indication that her angels were with her.   She called me at 4:50 am and told me that not only did she catch another 11:11 the prior evening but she woke up from a sleep feeling ill and went to the bathroom.  Spotting 4:44 on her clock as she did. 
      Debby became intrigued and wanted to know more.   When she really felt badly i would invite her over to visit and we would play music together.  She would play her fiddle and i would play mostly penny whistle as that was the instrument i was working with at the time.  Regardless of how poorly she felt, or how much pain she was suffering from her arthritis she always was bright and cheery when she left after visiting and playing music together.  Debby still had problems and one day she asked me if i could get a gun for her.  I was shocked, and i thought that if i said no, she might find somebody else who might be able to do that, so i lead her on and said i will see what i can do.   In the mean while i tried during our visits to get her to see her own strength and power and to use it to help herself out of these dark moods she was prone to falling into at times.  I kept stalling her about the gun and i ordered a book for her that helped me a lot when i was depressed and going through my dark time, it was the Kryon Book #1.  When the book came in, i called her and left a message on her machine telling her that i had something for her.    During all this time, her parents has a bunch of "born again Christians" working on her, deepening her feelings of guilt and worthlessness.  They only succeeded in confusing her more because it was old news and stuff she already knew and had not worked for her but when they got finished confusing her she would call me and come over to play music and cheer up.   Well as fate would have it, when i left the message on her phone about the Book i had bought for her, her father heard the message and asked her what it was that JP had for her.  She said a gun, and that blew everything out of the water for that relationship.  Her dad called me back and told me to stay away from her and have no further contact, in any form.  He being a long time friend since the 60's  i stopped contacting Debby and left her to the Born Again's to bring around with their methods.  
    One night, a few months later, i had a very vivid dream of Debby, but she didn't look quite like the Emaciated little Debby whom i had known most of her life.  She was glowing and radiant.  She looked very pretty and her face was full, not drawn as it had been most of the time.  Her eyes in particular held her essence and identity, looking into her eyes, i knew it was she, regardless of the changes toward the healthy look and the frekles.  I never  noticed that she had frekles before that, but in the dream they were very clearly visible.   She told me not to worry, and that everything would be Ok between her parents and and me, in time.    I had no idea what she meant by that.  She hugged me and was gone.   When i awoke, i just passed it off as a very vivid dream. 
      It was a few months after that while i was talking on the phone with a mutual friend, he told me that, Debby, had killed her self.   It was right around the time that i had the dream of her.   It came to me that it was not a dream at all, it was a visit from my dear little friend, after she finally succeeded in making her way over to the other side of the veil at last, and she was saying Goodbye to a friend, and thanking me for my help and understanding.

Cosmic information central...
    There are other areas now as well and i am finding that i must have either had a richly abundant and varied series of incarnations, or i am tapped into a cosmic internet.   It all amounts to the same thing, instant knowledge and all of my questions come back to me with answers that make sense.    Anything i need to know becomes mine almost immediately.   I ask questions, and i get answers that i never learned in this lifetime.   I can feel the presence of my Angels very clearly any time i think of it.   They
(two for sure all the time, but feels like lots more some times) are constant and reassuring companions.   And a couple of party animals.  We have some wild times together when i get a little more of the golden mead than is prudent for proper temperance.  When we party that way, the room quickly fills with entities and there are dozens reveling with me.  They make me laugh and cry and they pass feelings to me and memories.  When this happens my dogs really get affectionate and snuggle up to get as close to my feet as they can get.   We play music and talk to friends on the internet all over the world.  My karmic family circle is becoming  visible.  Almost every month some new personality appears from some where and requests friendship and conversation.   In each case i feel connections and feelings stirring under the surface of my consciousness.   They come from the Ukraine, Thailand, Canada, Ireland, The Netherlands, South Africa, all over the world.   Somehow they find me on the net and send me greetings.
connections and ties...
     There are some personalities that i really click with.   The first time i saw Lee Carroll, in Coronado, i was planning to go to hear him speak at a little book store that carried a line of Kryon material.    I was late getting there and he was just about finished when i walked in the store.   When our eyes met, there was a recognition somewhere inside that yelled out to me, that this was a feeling from home.   I never told Lee about this strong feeling when he signed my (third copy) Kryon book one, and for all he knew, this old guy with the suspenders,  gray whiskers and big straw hat was just now getting to take a look his first look at book one.  (in reality, i was in the middle of my 2nd time through book three)   Something kept me silent as we passed a few pleasant words and he handed me back my book.   I thought i saw something in his face too and some day i knew i would meet him again and we can talk about this feeling i have.   This feeling of connection, of home, of warmth and love for somebody your eyes have never seen before happens to all of us i think but we seldom pay attention to it.   If we did, perhaps we could remember a lot more of who we are and why we are here, on a more personal level.  I got a chance to do just that over the New Years eve get together in the Mountains of Julian when we all partied the night away in 2000 at the change into the new millennium when Lee Carroll, Steve Rother, and many other lightworkers celebrated the new year together.
Check out the new equipment...
    Not only are these spirit sensitive things happening to me but my physical body is changing as well.  I am physiologically being altered and gaining abilities that i never had before.   I guess my giving intent for ascension status is starting to take effect.   As my eyesight fades and becomes worse to visible light, it is becoming aware of other energy frequencies.   When i relax and 'un-concentrate', as i call it, and put my hand out in front of me,  I look at it a certain way, and an aura appears around my hand in layers.   The first layer is close to the skin and extends outward only about 1/4 inch or so, but it is intensely transparent.   It is almost a glowing but with no color at all.  High energy shimmering that is clearly visible and distinct extending out in all directions from my fingers and hand.  Sharp edges of definition.   A little more 'un-effort' and another less active but brighter glow extends out from all directions for an inch or two.   This is not as energetic as the fast moving inner shimmer, but more like wispy drifting smoke or fog.   It trails slightly when i move my fingers or hand..    Slowly lagging behind the movement, as a heat signature would do.  This is effected by movement where the inner shell is not and moves as rapidly as the fingers move, with zero lag.   The next level is out a foot or so and is not easy to perceive.  it is completely transparent with no glow at all.   It's presence is more detected by the behavior of items in my line of sight that lie behind it.   Like the heat waves raising from a hot sidewalk distort the vision of things at a distance beyond the side walk.  Although this outer fringe is completely transparent, it is also there and perceived by my new vision.  I would love for somebody to let me know if they have this same phenomenon or something similar.
what?  Me worry?...
    After i learned i had cancer and under went surgery to remove a malignant prostate, it was discovered that my PSA (an indicator of cancer, similar to the way HIV indicates the presence of AIDS) was not zero, as it should now be.   With no prostate, zero is the expected reading however i was around 10 or so as i recall.   I would have to look it up to be precise.   This is more than twice as high as a normal male with a healthy prostate.   I discovered that i could control this level by just thinking about it.    I started concentrating on lowering my PSA and it dropped to 5.   My doctor told me that at that level, even though it was supposed to be zero, it was not something to worry about, unless it started to climb.   I have kept it in check pretty well except for period when my mother came to live with us.   I guess the stress of caring for an Alzheimer's victim was too much for me to handle along with my own self healing because my PSA had climbed to 9 while she was here.   Mom has since moved back to New England and is living with my brother in the woods of Vermont.  I expect the next reading i get in 3 months will be back down to a better level.   I have had similar results fooling with my blood pressure.   I can bring it down at will.   It is weird.   I am 62 yr. old at the time of this writing, and my normal blood pressure is around 117 over 80 or so.  my heart is going a bit fast in order to do this but i haven't figured out how to avoid that side effect.
The life is in the blood...
   My normal heart beat is over 80 when my blood pressure is down.   Oh, well i guess you can't have everything.   Speaking of blood.  For some reason, unknown to me, it was necessary for me to change out my blood.   I don't know why or how but i needed to get some purification done some how.  I really am only guessing here.  All i know is that in a 24 hour period i lost 7 pints of blood.   It started on a friday evening and by Saturday evening the passing of blood had stopped.   I was woozy and a bit light headed but aside from that, ok.   I did not bother letting my doctor know, it was not important to me for some reason and i was not worried about it at all.  I know that nothing bad can happen to me so what ever it was that was going on, it had to be good in some way.   Well when my wife realized what had happened, she made me go to the doctor the first thing on Monday.   He was very angry with me when he got the results from the blood work.  I was running on only half a tank and he estimated i lost just a shade over half of my entire blood supply over the week end.  I tried to assure him that it was ok, but all i had to go on was my assurance from my angels.  I doubt if that would have been received by the good doctor as hard evidence.  So i took my scolding in silence.  I told him it would be ok and i would have it all back in no time.  Actually it only took a little over a month to get my blood count back up to the "Full" marker.   I just hope i trashed the bad half and not the good stuff.
learn to walk before you run...
    I made a traumatic mistake in judgment when attempting to communicate with my father.   I felt his presence one Saturday morning and i invited him to hop right in and drive the meat suit around.   I gave him control of my body and i had a really bad trip for about a half hour.   When dad took over, i immediately was overwhelmed with emotion and my eyes filled with tears, and kept them coming like twin rivers the entire time.  It is a wonder i did not get dehydrated from crying.   I was not sad, on the contrary it was happiness that i was feeling and i called my mother in Connecticut. (this was a while ago) and for 15 minutes or so i babbled and sought forgiveness for all the shortcomings of my dad's relationship with my mom.  I had no idea what i was talking about.  It was more like i was just a spectator watching myself from a distance.    My mom was confused and my wife was frightened.   By the time dad gave it up and let me have my body back, my shirt was soaked with my tears and i was wasted and exhausted.  I'll never do that again until i have a little more control.   I feel the presence of many specific personalities at times.  A former girl friend of mine who was murdered in Pacific Beach several years ago came to visit me and spent a week or two with me, a year or so after her death.   Her presence was very strong and vivid and she tried for a couple of weeks to tell me something but i guess she finally gave up because she eventually left me and i could not feel her any longer.   My wife's paternal grandfather used to be a frequent visitor to my awareness also.  I really enjoyed my relationship with Wendell.  He liked to tease me a lot, and call me names like "white boy ", or so it was interpreted.   I do not get actual words when i connect to spirit, i only get feelings, emotions and memories.   The words have to come from me and may not fit the original feeling the way it was given to me.   These entities are clearly identifiable and distinctly unique.   My two angels are also clear but most of the rest are not as easily discerned and identified. 
I become a Lightworker... 
      In the summer of 1999 my life changed again with a big 90º shift in energy.   Because Kryon only published the news letter quarterly i was eager for more new age information and i discovered a web site called Lightworker.com that was run by a fellow named Steve Rother.  His channeled messages from the group had the same feeling of home that the Kryon messages had and i started to read his stuff, which came out monthly.  I was reading the beacons of light for around a year or so and resonating with that energy.   I had since given intent for the neutral implant and voided my remaining karma, or most of it any how and i was ready for the next step which was to rescript my life contract.  I was retired now and doing nothing much constructive with my life and i decided to give intent for a new life script which was, "To be in the place where i can do the most good for the most people".     Well in the summer of 1999 i got a call from this guy Steve Rother, and he wanted me to come and work for him.  Rather than go over the details here, because it is documented elsewhere on the site, i will just drop a link here to that story.  
     
Well, now i was really in a position to fulfill my contract, with this connection to the lightworker.com site and my new job of setting up a translation program for Steve.  He was getting hits from many countries and decided to reach them in their own language.  This was to be my main task.  That was 7 years ago and today we translate into around 20 languages and have around a hundred translators helping us out.  I have found my passion and am currently on the path of the Human Angel, which gives me more joy than anything i have ever done.  I have found that in service to others, i have found my true happiness and my passion and today i am the most content and consistently joyous person that i know.  I am using the tools of the new age, co-creation, self healing, time skipping and reality shifting, with new discoveries occurring all the time.  I love this magical place that the world has transformed into for me and i am looking forward every day to the new discoveries and wonders.
Closing thoughts...
    The earth's magnetic grid has settled into it's new position for a few years now and the earth, including everything upon it, is in ascension as we evolve into the next stage that awaits our arrival.  The indigoes have done their jobs and continue to do so, heralding in the advent of the Crystal children, who will further change our world into the heaven on earth we all are striving to make it become.  As our vibrations continue to rise, so does our power as creators and metaphysicians.  We are living in truly magical times, it is like a fairy tale come true for this whimsical dreamer, who always felt that there was more to life than met the eye and never stopped looking for it.  Today, we are all turning into wizards as the veil between spirit and biology thins further and further, allowing communication on a greater level than ever before.  What a fabulous time to be alive and walking around here in our little meat suits.
Jean-Paul Déry

 

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