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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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.
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.
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.