Archives for the month of: September, 2017

It’s a curious fact that I haven’t stayed in this one place the whole of my life. I do seem to move through what we call time, but time as we think of it isn’t the whole story.

I have broken with the rules laid down by physics and travelled away from this time into the future, the past, and it’s all been quite easy. In fact, I began doing this as a little boy. I didn’t know how I did it, except that it took place effortlessly. I didn’t even think about it something about it suited me. The reason why I am telling this unusual story is because I know that it’s in everyone, and I hope that my words can serve as a reminder.

I often think that I’ve been doing it for a very long time…lifetimes, even. For whatever reason, I seem to have chosen to be this way, to be less glued to the spot. It isnt that I dont know how to “be here now” but rather, no matter where you go—there you are. It comes with its drawbacks, which is that it comes with a mind that knows how to wander within itself.

You might not know this, but this is the first requisite for time travel. It sure has been hard, though, because everyone sees me as spacy. So glued, so nailed down to one line of thought, people react funny to a wanderer like me. But just like John Muir once said, “All who wander are not lost. It’s very was to assume that you know how another person feels or experiences by judging based on your own exprience. Far from spacy, I find my wandering to be like a wonder-filled landscape filled with emanations of spirit, like feeling the pulse of the multiverse. In fact, my thoughts are really quite pristine, it’s just that they aren’t thoughts like many tend to think of them. And really, I don’t think it’s much use explaining what this even means when there’s no common language between us. I do wish you could experience it. Otherwise if I described it, you might think I’m crazy, weird, or just….spacy. Perspective is everything I suppose. That, or maybe just experience.

I do know that in a past life the self I was peered into a future life, which is my life today. Jus as I looked forward from the past, I was peering from the future into the past. Based on my research into that life, this took place just before my lifetime as a freed slave after Emancipation. This put me in the earlier part of the 1800’s.

It wasn’t a long life. I was shot with a round lead bullet while trying to steal the horses belonging to white army officers. It was like being hit with a hammer. It didn’t go into my heart, but into my left side. I died from fever days after. I was Native American.

I had a vision in that life when I went into the mountains to pray about the atom bomb that was going off that was the result of contacts with Whites. It was a hard time. Worried, I went into the mountains to pray. Instead of great insight, I was pretty much told by a Thunder Being in the vision that it was “game over” for my people. The being went on to tell me about a day in the future when I would be reborn as a new person, this time White, at a time when the earth would be sick and be in need of “cleansing.” For a period of a week I had several “warps” in time where I saw his life events and he apparently saw mine. The curious thing about all of this was that instead of this being a memory, it was more a visitation, a trading of places. What I realize was that this was all negotiated or mediated by my higher self. A doorway opened up that Saturday evening that I could feel. Like Neo noticing the mirror in the room, I was about to tumble down the rabbit hole. It’s funny because I think my higher self is in many ways just as mobile as many of my past lives have been. Probably moreso. Most certainly so.

Because these memories are so vivid and detailed, I have been able to identify the time, sometimes the people if they were well enough known in our history. I had heard the language of the culture and I was able to track them down…in a sense. I was able to find that the culture was from California and had been displaced, absorbed into the Paiute tribe where most that was known about the language was lost.

This begs the question how I was able to find the culture based on a language that was dead? In a tribal meeting I was told that I should remember who I was. The old man pointed to my chest, emphasizing a word that turned out to be the name of the people. The name was what had survived, and for the purposes of finding the culture, my higher self knew that this conversation would serve as lock and key to understanding the historical importance of this memory.

I went on to research the archives of the Army stationed near Yosemite where I once lived. I found a description of a raid on the fort where a small group of natives rode out into the open in a brazen attempt to steal horses. Two were shot of the five or so men with everyone getting away. This was precisely the scenario I remembered during the week where the door to the past opened to me. In fact, as I lay dying from a septic wound, I came down with one of the worst fevers in my life in the present day. As my past self faded away, my future self was left to recover to continue in a new life.

In some lives, I tend to travel while in the dream state. This is the most ideal way that it happens. I can shut down normal focus and wander weeks, months, even years from my current point in time. All of this is perfect because when you use dreaming as the springboard, there are no immutable laws of physics getting broken, not when consciousness doesn’t have mass. Free of mass, you are free to travel. The lure of physical time travel appears to require bending the rules of physics, a hitherto misunderstood aspect of our universe…..an error in the equations.

I am the first to admit that I haven’t the slightest clue how I manage it, except to say I think it’s a deep interest of mine. That, and the secret that we exist in many realities beyond time. This is just one level. The others, we often dream about them and don’t even realize it at the time. We often dress these dreams up in the focus of our own current focus so the differences are less noticeable. The wandering part of me knows that time as we know it lies curled up inside of a massive expanding present in which all kinds of times exist….Time that moves to count or measure events happening at the nano-scale, times that run backwards, times that run sideways, and time that radiates in all directions.

You see, we can all do this, this coming unstuck in time. Not quite like a Vonnegut novel, but every bit as interesting and even entertaining. To do it requires being willing to wander within consciousness because it is consciousness that carries all of the keys. As a result, to achieve it, you learn how to accelerate your consciousness by opening up to inner streams of energy which we all have access to. Most people have a hard time conceiving of this as a thing because its secret is in feeling. And who trusts their feelings? It means going just a little farther than you normally go. It requires being open to the idea that it’s possible. Without that, you have no way to build those portals or bridges through time. If you don’t believe it’s possible, it isn’t.

In the last few years of my awakening I have been finding that I’m using travel in time to have an effect on my past. I know this is supposed to be a no-no, but I see no reason that it should be. If we have managed to travel back in time, as long as we are in the future relative to the time of travel, it’s still an event focused in the past even if you have yet to travel back in time (maybe this takes place a week from today). Still. I know how it all sounds. Sounds crazy. I know. That’s why only by going through it yourself can you know what I’m talking about.

Of all the traveling the most amazing journey was when I visited myself when I was 17. That was a long time ago, but it resulted in a change in my own timeline. By going backwards, I was able to talk to myself. This took place in the dream state. I made an impression on myself it seems because the next day things felt very different. It also felt very interesting meeting myself from the past. Seeing your double and talking to him is….well, it’s trippy is all I can say. It’s also unifying in an unexpected way. That was a plus. The weird thing was how I had forgotten the dream when I was younger. It took my going back from 2015 to jar my memory to remember how I had had the dream. At the time I was not sure that the me from today could ever be my 17 year old self’s double from the future. The older me just didn’t look like the me thirty years ago. The dream impressed me, but I forgot it because I looked so different from how I would have guessed. I looked like a total kook, wide-eyed and breathless. I looked that way because in the present I was lucid and was trying to think of something useful to tell myself at age 17. Should I tell him about the future? I had managed to travel back, was lucid, and was facing myself. In the end my message was the importance of love. Everything else was just details.

I think we can change our lives for the better by traveling like this. I don’t buy that I’m breaking any rules by doing it. It just seems….normal to me now. If you use it to improve, those changes will ripple down through time, reinforcing a new pattern in your present. I don’t use it for lottery numbers or betting on the market. Most often, I don’t need to. I tend to know how an investment will play out. I did this with my home and I’m about to do it with what is about to become a new form of currency. Sometimes I am off a little, but I find my way. I could feel how money is going to change in a very big way and thought that buying silver was the thing. I realized that the big banks are going to continue making silver artificially cheap by shorting silver in the markets. That’s why this new form of currency will be so huge…at least for a while.

This is what I would call “anticipatory foresight.” It’s general, but it’s anticipating events that are upcoming. The strongest events are the ones that will flow into our time and particular reality. It’s like….intuition.

I’m telling you this because I know everyone can do this, and just knowing it’s a thing is enough to trigger it’s happening all in your own. Like I said; it’s easy even if I don’t know how it’s done.

My time travel is through my projecting myself there. I’m not sending my physical self there. I go on the light….which has no mass, remember?

This is just the tip of the time traveling iceberg, though. I grew up seeing deaths, births, and world events before they happened. I saw Waco weeks before we ever would have imagined it would end in slaughter. I saw the explosion over Chernobyl which sent a radioactive plume into the atmosphere, which rained down as snow in Eastern Europe. I saw people being evacuated by railcar and that the numbers exceeded 65,000 people (100,000 was the total amount). I have seen tsunamis in Indonesia, and an earthquake in Mexico. All had enough details that enabled me to corroborate what I had seen with events in the near future.

I know that skeptics will say its coincidence, that if you wait long enough you will eventually get events close to a dream. In my case, my dreams of the future are about 3-6 weeks ahead, so the possibility of matching a dream to an event becomes increasingly unlikely. I’m not waiting years to get the dream to fit. It’s mere weeks in most cases.

Before I go I can tell you that we will develop antigravity for use in cars. This will come about through a control mechanism that keeps cars just a few feet off the ground. We won’t be allowed to lift off into space, but this will be the implication of the technology. I can also tell you that we have this technology now and that in order for it to enter the civilian sector we will need to bring pressure to bear on our government to release it because it’s being hidden right now.

I can also tell you that we will survive this difficult time in our present to develop technology that will enable us to take a quantum leap beyond our place on earth.

I think people see time travel as breaking the rules somehow…but really it isn’t. It can be used to improve your life. I’m writing this in case it rings bells for another out there who might wonder if they are travelers, too…

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Blown Glass, Parker Stafford

You can care for your soul, and the souls of others if you do not let the crazy energy moving through the world right now get to you.  The lesson?  Well, it is easy to say there is a lesson here… But we can take a lesson for ourselves in moments like these.  Fever pitched, with the world going up in flames, hurricanes one after another.  Bangladesh, Texas, Florida.  Hundreds of thousands of forests are ablaze, marches that lead to violence.  Everyone is so raw, the nerves just beneath the surface vibrating, ready to leap after the next punishing touch.

 

I am experiencing the intensity of this earth energy, which is synced right up to the life here….animal and human kingdom.  All of it, rock, star, water, air and fire.  It feels apocalyptic.  When I say that, I mean it in the original Greek, which originally meant a sudden revealing.  Like a curtain pulled away suddenly, the nakedness of our perception, our hearts, our bodies laid bare.   Its easy, oh so easy to pull back from such a shock.  It is easy to find it is just too much.  It is easy to assume what does not actually exist.  It is easy to hurt when we do not mean to.

 

So its important to take care during this time, to open up to a whole new level of letting those energies flow through all of us, even if they are hurricane winds or roaring forest fires.  If we don’t, if we hold onto them and do not let them pass, the energy will get stuck in us.

 

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Blown Glass, Parker Stafford

 

Take time to rest, take time to eat well.  Take time to read a book and smile. Remind yourself to give a kind word even to those who are not being kind.  Everyone is going through a struggle of some kind deeper down that none of us know anything about.  A smile wont hurt, a kind word like salve to the soul.  And breathe.  Just breathe through your day.  Alone or together, let it move through you, feel its rippling energy turn from hard to extreme ecstasy, for surely it can and will if you just position yourself just right.  Are these bodies the only line leading us into eternity?  No.  Enjoy them, cherish them, treat them right and honor them around those who are friend or mere acquaintance.

 

This, too, is a shift in seasons.  This last eclipse, with undertones of Piscean energy, can bring up the deep waters of the soul and bring tidal waves and tsunamis of emotion.  It feels like too much, I know….but if you go with it, it has a higher order vibration within it that is cleansing.  There are other worlds, other lives, other realms and adventures waiting.  This is not all there is, and yet, we should find a way to care for our Gaia before she is no longer ours and we get slowly shrugged off.  We need to get our stuff together, no doubt about it, but these times were also foretold by the seers and prophets in Native America.  The Hopi, the Cherokee, the Lakota, and more, all have prophecies pertaining to this very period of time.  They are described as the  birth pangs of our entry into a new world.  Called The Cleansing Time, or The Day Of Cleansing, these prophecies have figured prominently in my life and have led directly to my awakening.  Its force is like lightening, and it seeks to strike to the center of things.

 

…And this is not easy to feel when it also is happening to us…

 

So the way through the nagual (pronounced “Nah-whah”), through the dream of the superconscious as a higher-order aspect of the subconscious and urge for union within, we can begin to knit all parts back into wholeness so that the circle might not be unbroken, so that the Kingdom might come in each of us, the Christ, the Cosmic, the transcendent anchored right here in us and in earth. We can be the bridemaid of earth accepting heaven and becoming married to it om a sacred alchemical marriage (of sorts) without cloaks or religions but hearts and souls…

 

Learn your place as co-creator.  Discover how each of us can participate, training wheels are okay, even necessary.  I wish you well, and I wish you self-care.

Years ago I was so touched by this song. It has since remained filled with significance (since the mid-80’s!) If you know me, I adhere to the notion that for awakening there is no need for a guru or teacher, or even a method (thus the words become so much sweeter when you read and listen to this song). It made such an impression on me and has since served as a kind of prophetic story, right down to a violet color and an awakening in the garden.  So I share this song with you today honoring the return of an old soul from another lifetime, which gives fresh meaning to  this song.

 

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“In The Garden”

The streets are always wet with rain
After a summer shower when I saw you standin’
In the garden in the garden wet with rainYou wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrow
As we watched the petals fall down to the ground
And as I sat beside you I felt the
Great sadness that day in the garden

And then one day you came back home
You were a creature all in rapture
You had the key to your soul
And you did open that day you came back to the garden

The olden summer breeze was blowin’ on your face
The light of God was shinin’ on your countenance divine
And you were a violet colour as you
Sat beside your father and your mother in the garden

The summer breeze was blowin’ on your face
Within your violet you treasure your summery words
And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine
Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden

And you went into a trance
Your childlike vision became so fine
And we heard the bells inside the church
We loved so much
And felt the presence of the youth of
Eternal summers in the garden

And as it touched your cheeks so lightly
Born again you were and blushed and we touched each other lightly
And we felt the presence of the Christ

And I turned to you and I said
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the father in the garden

No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father and the
Son and the Holy Ghost
In the garden wet with rain
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature and the holy ghost
In the garden, in the garden, wet with rain
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father in the garden

-Van Morrison

 

 

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