Gratitude

Gratitude and Healings

        So, there is an acquaintance and friend of mine who has a terminal health condition and will eventually pass over due to his condition. So I sit here pondering about him I think about his condition and his remarkable connections with his ET friends. He has mentioned before on how his back was cured by them healing his spine to a point where he was almost pain free. He had suffered an accident years earlier which put him on the disabled list due to this injury. Needless to say I was impressed with his recovery. I have sat back many times and have wondered why they couldn't do the same thing with his existing condition.

        As I am thinking about his situation and feeling kinda sad he is about to leave us my mind wanders off and I start wondering why they have not come to heal me? (Not that I feel as if I need any healing of any sort. I am feeling pretty good right now so, duh?) So now my thoughts have wandered from my friend and I start following the pity path. After all, I have had experiences with the guys and I am connected. What the hell! 

        Now my head has turned into a tossed salad of a little bit of jealousy, pity, and bitterness. What the hell! Where were you when I needed some help? Thanks a lot guys! Appreciate your help! NOT! Human ego is a beautiful thing to waste...so why not use it? I did use my ego, in force!

        Then my mind stopped looping through this pity mode and I really started to reflect on a few times the guys dropped in to say hello. I instantly recognized four periods in my life where the ET presence had definitely stepped in to help me out in a healing capacity.

        "Oh, yea," I thought to myself. Having to eat crow for Thanskgiving may not taste very good, but it does wonder for the soul. Still...DAMN! 

        So I have two encounters I thought I could share with anyone who is reading this. I never paid much attention to these healings at the time. I am so used to having experiences and since interactions with the other side are really no different then writing this blog, I honestly have never paid attention to a lot of interactions I have had. All these experiences are natural to me.

        One experience came as I was working myself to the bone. Close to twenty years ago I was a satellite TV tech. I had a rural area I was responsible for in Utah which covered perhaps a two hundred mile round trip at times. So I was working six days a week with seventy to eighty hour weeks. I did this for a couple of years and was running myself to the bone. It got to the point I was catching some really severe colds where I was getting bouts of bronchitis with some nasty chest congestion. These episodes would last for two to three weeks and when I thought I was finally over one episode another one would set in. This had been going on all winter, but I just worked through them and every time I would get over one another episode would pop up. After perhaps the third or fourth severe episode I just finally got wore out and decided enough. I had to take a couple of days off to recover and get some rest. 

        So I am sitting on my bed after a couple of days and I am actually feeling well enough where I can kinda do some sort of open eye meditation. I am focusing on a spot on the wall in front of me and just getting my mind quiet with nothing in particular I was planning on. Just focusing and relaxing when the wall gives way and in walks what I would consider my ET guide. I just hold my gaze on him and notice he is holding a vile in his right hand over his chest. It is filled with some sort of pink luminescent liquid that is almost glowing. He extends his arm towards me and I hear his voice in my head telling me to drink this. Not in any mood to argue, and with him it really didn't matter. His gaze is very powerful and besides that I know I can trust him. So I take the vile and drink it. Rather I place it to my lips and it just absorbs into me. There is no taste. No sense this strange liquid has even entered my mouth. It just sucks into me. I give the vile back to him and he turns and walks back through the wall. I'm tired so I laid down and went back to sleep. I wake up a few hours later and my lungs are fine. My cold is gone. I am ready to go back to work.

        After close to twenty years I have never had another cold or any type of chest congestion other then when I had my heart surgery. Which brings me to one more healing event.

        Long story short I had to have open heart surgery, failed stent. The heart attack is another story altogether and how it happened. I'll just stick to the recovery part.

        For anyone who has had to have heart surgery it really messes with your circadian rhythm.  Your sleep patterns are all over the place for a few weeks after having the surgery. So I am wide awake at like four in the morning watching tv as I am laying on the couch. I close my eyes for a couple of minutes and must have dozed off. After some time my blanket gets stuck under me and I am trying to adjust it as I am lying on my back. I pull at it but I have a hard time moving my arm and open my eyes to see what is going on and find that I am not in my room. I am not even in my house. I have no idea where I am. 

        I am actually resting in a bed in a large room by myself. I am sitting upright and looking around the room. Everything is white. The gown I am wearing is white. The sheets I am covered with are white. The room is white and barren of any type of accessories. No clocks on the wall. No tv. No chalkboard. Just plain white walls. Off to the left of me I notice there is a large window with sheer white curtains and the breeze blowing through the open window has the curtains fluttering into the room. I can see out through the window and there is nothing but green fields of grass as far as the eye can see. In the far distance there is a mountain which is as green as the fields. I look at what is holding my arm down and notice it is hooked up to some sort of iv. There is no needle in my arm. It is attached by some sort of suction and it is just stuck on my arm like a band aid or something. The line going to the iv bottle has some sort of liquid flowing down it. It is flowing a drop at a time and every drop looks like a drop of golden liquid light. It flows down the drip line and sinks into my arm. 

        I look up and there is someone standing there. I guess he notices I am struggling with my arm a bit so he is adjusting something next to the bed I am resting in. He has a white outfit on as well. He has piercing blue eyes and short black hair. Other then his eyes he looks very human. He turns and walks away and I close my eyes. Sometime later I wake up in my room again.

        To this day, every time I visit my cardiologist, she asks me how I do it. My heart has literally no damage in spite of how serious the heart attack was and the severity of what happened to me. The only side affect I have is being out of shape. I really do not need medication. I take medication only as a precaution for my medical cdl.

        So why did these healing events happen? I don't know. I wish I did. I had no intentions towards these healings nor any other ones. I didn't ask for them. I wasn't even thinking along those lines. They just showed up and did their thing.

        I'm thinking gratitude is the language of universal love. Maybe it's when the soul is living the life of gratitude maybe the universe recognizes and just steps in to help out when needed?  Not that I am a beacon of gratitude. It's just cool to be alive! 

       

Conciousness

CONCIOUSNESS 

    So one time, at band camp...wait, what? Ok, let's try this again. A mind is a terrible thing to waste, especially when one is over 60. Brain cells deteriorating fast! DAMN! 

    In a galaxy far, far away...huh? God am I confused or what? Gotta hit the reset button so the computer works again. Give me a moment. Although this may be closer to the truth and not too far from reality. After all, what is reality? 

    Ok, here goes.

    So I have been taken aboard a craft. At least I would assume it is a craft as that is what it looks like. I am laying in a chair that kinda is a cross between a dentist chair and a recliner. I am inclined back staring straight ahead but I also have the ability to raise my head slightly so I can glance around the room with my peripheral vision. It's like the most comfortable chair I have ever been in and I am extremely relaxed. At least my body is. The chair itself is made out of some sort of white gel foam substance and it feels like I am floating in air. I am feeling like I am floating partly because it is so comfortable, and partly because it seems to be able to monitor my body temperature and matches my body temperature exactly. So the combination of the material and temperature regulation gives me the feeling of weightlessness and I am feeling like I am suspended in mid air.

    I raise my head and glance around the room. The whole room, walls, ceiling, floor, all are like made from something that resembles a polished silver or chrome. Everything is like a shiny metal and there is light emanating from somewhere because the room is lit up but I can't tell where the source of the light is coming from.

    Off to the left side of me and suspended from the wall is an old fashioned analog wall clock. It doesn't seem to be working though as the second hand isn't moving. It reminds me of the clocks that were in all the classroom schools in the sixties and seventies. At the time I really didn't pay any mind as to why it would be there, even though it seemed way out of place.

    To the right side of me, and slightly behind the chair, there was a metal table which looked like the same type of metal the room was made of. On top of it was a writing pad with a pencil next to it, along with an old fashioned alarm clock with the clapper bells on top. One of the old ones that never kept accurate time that you would have to wind up so the clapper would hit the bells and wake you up when the time was right. Other then that, the room was bare. 

    To this day I have no idea why these items were a necessary function of the training exercise I was doing. But they were there and present the whole time. 

    Between the back of the chair and the table was my grey instructor. (I call him my instructor. He has been with me before I was born and has been present in various ways, more notably through my childhood.) Now his thoughts echo in my head in a monotonous and annoying manner to which I am really getting irritated by.

    Straight ahead of me and about twenty feet away there is a metal column which extends vertically from the floor to the ceiling. In the middle of the column and directly in my line of sight there is a bullseye target attached to the column. It is the same thing you would see at a gun shooting range for target practice. A red bullseye surrounded by concentric white and red circles. As I understood, and as I was instructed to do so by the grey, it was my job to focus on the bullseye and give it my full intention. So this was what I was doing. 

    It went something like this as his thoughts popped into my head:

See the target,

Feel the target,

BE the target!

    With a hard emphasis on BE the target. At that point I would jump my consciousness outside of my body and attempt to hit the bullseye. Sometimes I could tell I was jumping five or six feet out of my body, other times a mere few inches. After every attempt there would be a couple of moments of relaxation where I would feel his re-assurance, always in the form of : "very good, very good!" His positive assurance did little good after awhile because I was getting frustrated and quite frankly annoyed, then just pissed at this whole exercise in futility.

    This went on and on and on. I am not sure how long but it seemed like hours and nothing seemed to be changing. Just an exasperated series of repeated failures with little to no results to show for all of my efforts. Still, his robotic and consistent thought kept running in my head with a tiring consistency. 

    ENOUGH! ENOUGH ALREADY! I AM SICK AND TIRE OF THIS FUCKING EXPERIMENT! 

    I thought to myself after another failed attempt. 

    HE WANTS ME TO BE A TARGET! I'LL GIVE HIM THE FUCKING TARGET! 

    With that I used all the anger I could muster and slammed my consciousness into the target at a surprising strength and hit the bullseye full force.

    FUCKING TARGET MY ASS!

    But what happened next really surprised me. My anger immediately dissipated and I found myself floating as one with the craft I was on. I held my place with the craft briefly while I tried to process what it was I was feeling. There was no emotion, only a oneness with the ship. I could feel the ships consciousness. And the ship could feel mine as well. I knew that it was alive and that it had purpose. It had consciousness. It had awareness and it knew what its purpose and design was for. It could actually communicate with me and I could communicate with it. I don't think it had a soul as a human being would associate a soul. But it was alive. And its purpose was to communicate with the occupants, whomever they were, and to monitor life functions and to provide for safety. You could link into the ships 'mind' if that is what you want to call it as it was not a computer, and directly communicate with it with your intent alone. I then understood life is nothing like a human being perceives it to be. Even those things which appear dead, such as a tree in the forest, even though it is ready to tumble, has life in it. Life is a convoluted thing and various greatly depending on ones state of existence.

    Eventually, after a really quick connection with the ship, I was brought back into my body to a real commotion in the room. The clock on the wall had the hands spinning out of control while the alarm clock on the counter was ringing so hard I thought the clappers were going to fall off. The paper pad and pencil flew off of the shelf and I could feel the poor greys thoughts pounding in my head in a frantic effort to gain my attention.

    VERY GOOD! VERY GOOD! VERY GOOD!

    I came to conclusion that I had probably finished my training for this exercise. 

    With that I blacked out and I came to when I could feel my body bouncing on my bed. This was so powerful that for the next couple of weeks I could actually, with concentration and focus, move a pencil around on a table top. Eventually that ability stopped as the experience wore off and life returned to 'normal'. 

    So one time, at band camp...

 

Observation

 The Act of Observation

    In life we are taught how to observe something from a scientific point of view. Sometimes from a literate point of view.  Observation is, according to a strict Webster's dictionary definition: 

    The action or process of observing something or someone carefully or in order to gain information. 

    A remark, statement, or comment based on something one has seen, heard, or noticed.

    An act or instance of noticing or perceiving. An act or instance of regarding attentively or watching. The faculty or habit of observing or noticing...an act or instance of viewing or noting a fact or occurrence for some scientific or other special purpose.

    Observation is then noted as a sincere study and notice of how something interacts with itself, others, and its surroundings. It is about concentration and focus so that an understanding can be obtained in regard to that which one is observing.

    A great example of something under observation would be an anthropologist. Jane Goodall for example. 

She spent an entire lifetime observing the life of Chimpanzees in the jungles of Tanzania. What did it involve? A literal lifetime of writing down observations she had observed with several different tribes of Chimpanzees. Focus and intent. This is the prototypical definition of what humans define as observation. It is great for scientific research and a much needed aspect of science. So the definition fits. Science acts upon observed fact.

    For the purposes of this article the act of observation is an insight bringing one to a point of stillness in the soul. Meditation is act an of observation. What meditation does is allow you to become on observer to your thoughts. The mantra brings you back to center and allows the thoughts to flow through your mind without action on those thoughts. One does not hold the thought, but lets the thought flow through your consciousness without holding the thought. You do not shut the mind off. Rather you let the mind operate without acting on the thought and the mantra centers the mind. This allows you to find the quiet space inside which brings bliss and peace to the soul. It is non action because action is not needed. The thought resolves itself by flowing through consciousness. 

    

    With the strict act of observation, as I have been taught observation, the act of observation can be taken one step beyond meditation. So true observation is not the act of allowing the thought to flow. It is the lack of a thought. It is where you reach a point where the mind is shut off to the point the mind does not process information. How is this done? At first, the mantra is simply the word 'observe'. Observe mantra pulls the mind back to center and acts as the mantra. Soon the mantra is no longer needed and the mind is free from thought. 

    The next step in the process is observance with your eyes open. This works best in nature and you may need to re-apply the mantra until you can clear the mind to a blank slate. This can be difficult as the conscious mind has been trained to process information. The task is teaching the mind how to stop processing. In a sense, you are shutting down the mind and allowing the physical  body to function on instinct. The body knows what to do and will respond when needed. The body instinctively knows what it needs to do to protect itself. Trust that the body will act in accordance with its needs.

    The final step is walking in the waking world while in a state of observance. This takes work and it can be extremely difficult to train the mind on how to function in a world that has trained the mind to process information the senses observe. In order to achieve the act of observation with the eyes open and the world whirling around you it takes a lot of practice and trust. Trust that the body will function instinctively and practice, practice, practice with the mantra 'observe' until the mantra is no longer needed.

    The mind wants to process information constantly. Like a computer that is always on it reads and process everything. Stop signs, billboards, colors, cars, people and the clothes they wear. Smells from food being prepared and flowers in bloom. Whatever touches the senses, the mind is trained to process each and every piece of information which presents itself to the senses. The mind wants to run. It takes work to shut the mind off. The mantra of 'observe' will train the mind to do just that.

    It takes time. But once the objective is obtained and the act of observation has been achieved you can reach a state of bliss where you are one with creation while performing in society. It is a state of un-focus. A state where you are not focused on anything, yet you are aware of everything. It is a state where all your senses are one with everything. A calmness and bliss possess your state of existence and you truly feel whole in spite of everything that is happening in your life.

It takes practice, but it is available for you if you would like to pursue it. Practice when possible until you feel it is safe to expand your horizons in concert with, and trust of, your physical bodies abilities. 

   Shaballa

    

Meditations and Inherent Risks Involved

 

    As someone who was already skilled with remote viewing, or as I was informed by the beings I was in contact with was actually consciousness sharing, I was extremely interested in the arts of mediation and I quickly realized the benefits of a peaceful meditation where I could delve deep into myself and simply observe the quiet space between space and time and simply relax the stresses of life away. 

    I had learned much in the many sessions I had done over the space of a couple of years and I practiced the art of clearing and surrounding myself with light to make sure I was adequately protected from negative influences as I had been taught by the many sources I had encountered during my quest for understanding and knowledge. 

    I thought I was adequately protected and I had many sessions where I would drift deep within myself and simply relax at a tropical location which was very similar to this one.

    

    I would sit in a chair in the tropical sun, feeling the sun on my face with the water lapping at my feet, relaxing and just letting time unwind. I would always come out of these meditations feeling relaxed and in tune with my inner self. I had developed a great relationship with this space knowing I was safe in this location and knowing it was a place where I could let my guard down. It went this way this way for months before something happened that startled me and caught me way off guard. I was introduced to a malevolent being by someone who popped in from nowhere. How this happened, and why, I still don't know. It changed my life forever though and to this day I still carry the scars, as well as a totally different view of life. The being I was introduced to looked very similar to this, which I have tried to replicate to the best of my limited abilities.

Spiderwoman

    

    Needless to say I was stunned! I couldn't understand how something could invade my safe space I had created and surrounded with light and loving energy! Yet here was not only a strange man, but this creature I called spider woman. She reassured me everything was ok and after questioning myself I rationalized it must be alright they were here simply because of all the precautions I had taken for the meditation process. So I decided I could trust her. Very bad mistake!

    She ended up taking me places I never in a million years would have guessed existed and did things to me, unknowingly, that I did not understand could be done to a human soul.

    In the end, it was all about taking my energy and using it as she saw fit. As a being of light she saw and recognized me and simply took advantage of who I was for her own benefit. 

    It took a year and several meetings with some very skilled shamans to recover from this event and finally regain my sanity, in a very real sense. In the end, my mind and soul were finally cleared to the point I could hear my thoughts bouncing around in my head and the silence of self was so defining I really did not know if I was going to go clinically insane. After a period of two weeks I felt as if I was going to regain my sanity and a few more days after that I bounced back into my head, like it had been reset, to a period of time twenty years prior where I could not define the current date in time.

    Bottom line, if someone tells you meditation is one hundred percent safe and foolproof, I would tell you be careful. Be wary of events that seem unusual or out of place. And be especially wary of individuals or creatures you may encounter and always take your shaman animal with you. They can alert you to situations that you may wish to stay out of. I wish I would have heeded that warning years ago. Sometimes things are just meant to be. Lesson learned. I still meditate today. It is still good for the soul if done with awareness. However, there are some things I don't do anymore. This experience has changed me forever and touched me physically with scars.