An unexpected visitor

My visitors had all left.  I just lay in bed quietly listening to others chatting around me.  Being usually quite sociable I was not yet well enough to converse.  The pain was still there refusing to subside.  I was persevering.  I was also feeling very hungry, not having eaten for days, prior having come to hospital.

Lying there somewhat bored, my attention was directed toward a female entering the ward.  She was only small, early thirties, fair hair running to her shoulders, and very attractive.  She was dressed in a tan outfit with a dress running down to her knees.  She came directly to my bed and sat down, glancing down at me.

I had no idea who this woman may be.  Was she a nurse?  She wasn’t dressed like one.  Her face was calm with a warm gentle expression with a tinge of slight concern.  Although a stranger, there was a feeling of familiarity, a compassionate feeling of assurance, a comforting feeling to have her in my presence.  She was there for me, she had come for me, not once did she seem to glance in the direction of the others lying in the ward with me.  Her eyes seemed deep, caring, the eyes I saw before, when they were wheeling me into the operating theatre, the last thing that I had seen.  Was this the same woman?

She then wiped my brow.  I was surprised that she did that as I felt somewhat revolted lying there with tubes stuck up my nose and down my throat.  I knew I looked a sorrowful pitiful sight.  I felt embarrassed that she was seeing me like this.  At the same time as she wiped my brow she said, “I’m glad you made it.  Especially you.” Her comment made me feel even more embarrassed.  I was shocked.  Why would this stranger, even were she a nurse, make such an endearing comment?

I knew then that something unusual was going on here.  Something out of the extraordinary.  This was no ordinary woman.  I was just so succumbed by her presence that words just couldn’t leave my lips.  “I have to go.” She suddenly said. I didn’t want her to go.  I loved her being there.  I suddenly mustered up the strength to say something to keep her there; the chocolates, there on my night table, what my mother had brought in, I quickly offered her some.  “No, I can’t stay.” With a gentle stroke of my wrist she rose from the bed and disappeared out of my life as quickly as she had entered.  I never saw her again.

A visitation by an angel?  No, I believe not.  A supernatural visitation.  Most definitely.  This explains her sudden need to leave.  Spirits who materialize in this manner can only maintain this low frequency for a short while or are given a time limit on how long they can stay in contact.  Besides that, no woman refuses chocolates, surely.  So who was she?  Probably a part of my Group Soul, someone who found me lovable enough to come and visit.  Naturally, there will be the scoffers, the doubters, the uninitiated, who find these things too unbelievable, too incredible to be true.  He must have been hallucinating…the morphine can really knock you out, send you to another planet, so to speak.  And then there is the old common – why you?  What makes you so special?

This is not a question you should be asking me, but rather ask yourself, why not you?

A related article that I found of interest:
On spirit intervention..... 

The morning after

"Just take some deep breaths." I heard a female voice say to me.  I was just coming back into consciousness.  My eyes were closed, my awareness vague, but I knew she was addressing me.  It's probably the pain that brought me out of peaceful unconsciousness…and it was intense.  "Yes, I know, I meditate," I answered, knowing not why I was saying it.  No breathing exercise was going to ease this excruciating pain.  She must have been aware that I was waking, and in pain, or she may even have been stationed there to monitor my waking.  I don't know.  

Was the medication helping?  Not at all.  The pain continued regardless of what they injected into me.  The aftereffect of the morphine needed to be counteracted with another medication and so on.  But I managed to endure the pain without screaming the place down.  After all, I wasn't the only one in the ward, there may have been at least eight others lying there on their death beds, only they didn't seem to be suffering to my extent.  She obviously interested in my level of pain and kept annoyingly asking me what level of pain I was experiencing on a scale between 1 to 10.  I was hardly in the mood to discuss these details.

As I lay there I never experienced such overwhelming weakness.  My entire body seemed to be unfunctional.  If I needed to get up out of bed that would have proved entirely impossible.  I must have been in this helpless condition for days.  Annoyingly, as the nurses are in hospital, they would have shown me no mercy where morning showers are concerned.  "Get up and shower." doesn't matter if you are half dead.  But I got special treatment; they washed me in bed, very unceremoniously, I might add.

My parents, friends, and other members of the family came to visit the same day after the operation.  Although in great pain I was sociable.  I was brought bananas, apples and chocolates even though I wasn't allowed to eat.  It would have been difficult even if I could as I had tubes down my nose and mouth which I found very irritating and depressing.  I know I looked an absolute fright, and worse yet, I felt revolted within myself.

"Have you had a Near Death Experience?"  Now is this a time to ask?  Well, looking half dead and just having come from under the knife, probably was appropriate.  No I didn't, or at least I don't remember.  The doctor earlier had told me that I had briefly slipped away.  He further told me had I arrived a few minutes later in emergency, more than likely I would not have survived.  But then I did have a NDE: wasn't I hovering above the ambulance, admiring the night scenery?  But I forgot to tell them that.  Better than nothing.  I'll reach the Pearly Gates another day. 

My journey into pain

I woke up.  The pain was excruciating.  For moments I lay there.  Trying to recollect my senses and reorient my thoughts.  Oh, it's come to this, after all those years of suffering with pain, the years of false diagnosis, the many different doctors I had seen; flam in the stomach, they parrots they would all repeat themselves.  I kept saying different.  No, it's something more serious.  But they were persistent with their diagnosis.  Could they all be wrong? 

Yes!  They could and were.  Now it has come to this.  I lowered my hand beneath the blanket, slowly letting my hand slide down my chest, down to my stomach.  A cold chill traversed my spine - a long elastic tape ran down to the stomach.  It felt a mile long.  God, I mumbled beneath my breath, what have they done to me?  They have half butchered me.  Was all this necessary?

No, it wouldn't have been had the doctors stepped beyond their egos and referred me to a specialist.  In this they failed.  The diagnosis was simply appendicitis, a complaint I bore for several years, which finally caused the appendix to burst, leaking poison to the back of the spine with gangrene taking hold.

I was now on my way to hospital by ambulance with flashing lights.  The hospital doctors, after I had angrily admitted myself, suddenly realising that I was hovering between life and death, quickly decided to transfer me to a larger hospital.  In the meantime, my parents having been informed about my demise, stood anxiously in the wee hours of the night by the gate knowing that the ambulance would pass their front gate.

In the ambulance the pain was excruciating to such a degree that I could feel myself slipping into a coma.  I have since come to believe that we all have a threshold of pain tolerance, call it an act of nature, once we have reached that threshold we slip naturally into a coma, then death.  During my intense agony, with a nurse fussing around me, I could feel a calm come over me, the pain slowly abating.  I was relaxed and at peace.  I was drifting out of the body.  I knew the pain was still a part of the physical body and I could sense the sensation but did not feel the pain.

At this point I was no longer inside the ambulance, but floating outside, about two feet above the roof.  Oh, I knew I wasn't dead, or that I was dying, just on my way to hospital.  I could still readily sense my physical body and the trauma it was experiencing and that I was still strongly connected to it.  As we passed my parents' house I could not help but smile to myself as I saw them standing by the gate, watching me go past.  I could feel their anxiety, their concern, just two small figures standing there quietly in the dark.  I could have reached out and touched them.

My peace was about to come to a shuttering end.  We arrived at the hospital.  I was immediately drawn back into the physical body, back into the agonizing hell it was experiencing.  The emergency team was there waiting for me.  Hands were grabbing me everywhere, off one stretcher onto another, wheeled at high speed through doorways into corridors, elevators, x-ray chambers.  There were at least six nurses manhandling me in every conceivable manner, tearing off my clothes, shaving where they shouldn't be shaving, sticking injections, sliding plastic tubing down my nose and throat and other unmentionable places.  The whole process seemed at super speed with one male nurse continuously asking me annoying questions.  I then suddenly came to the realization - hell, I'm going under the knife.

Then suddenly I was pushed through these double swing doors, into a darkened narrow passageway.  I was now taken by a team in green surgical gowns with their faces masked.  There was a nurse beside me, she was stroking my arm in reassurance.  Her eyes were bright and penetrating above her white mask.  It was surreal.  I couldn't break my gaze from her.  Her eyes were the last thing that I saw.

Continued…..

The Jesus Controversy 5

The Orion and the Garden of Eden

I think I have already mentioned this elsewhere in this blog, when I unexpectedly found myself on some planet somewhere within the Orion Constellation.  It happened during an initiation just over ten years ago.  The entire experience lasted for no more than 1 minute.  Naturally, I was in the spirit.  The first feeling I had was an overpowering sense of home sickness.  I knew that this was the place from whence I came.  Maybe even originated there.  I ended up near some cheaply constructed dwelling consisting of branches and leaves, definitely not a permanent dwelling, suggesting that the people were nomads, staying in the one place only so long without depleting the area they occupied.  I only saw about 3 people, human, tall and dressed in thin linen gowns with patterns, suggesting a constant warm climate.  These people were not aware of my presence, or at least they made no effort in acknowledging me.  The environment was indescribable and what was going through my thoughts was the Garden of Eden.  

Did the ancients know of this place?  Is this why they were so fascinated with the Orion that even the Giza Plateau is a star map of that constellation, the three pyramids representing the belt?  Was this world the dream of the pharaohs?  Maybe.  Who knows.  I've been pondering this ever since - is this the place from which I have fallen, or is it simply just one of many worlds in which I have lived?  Although Spirit may show you things they don't particularly give you the answers, but let you ponder on the mystery of your own existence.

I am also convinced that we don't all come from the same place but we are resolving our karma together on this piece of dust.  We recognize ourselves as physical beings, and somewhere along the way we have been classified as "human beings" but the learned know that the body is simply a vehicle in which some manner of spirit consciousness resides, but know not from where this consciousness has come from, or where this consciousness has been in the past, and what manner of karmic judgment this spirit consciousness must endure.  In fact, we don't know what manner of creature resides in anyone's body.  It can either be good or evil.  I've seen some very ugly spirits concealed within human flesh.  There are others also who testify that the greater element are close to demonic.  This is a very real fact and we are all having a human experience.

Lets face it, the universe is filled with many different worlds, and on many of these worlds, the intelligent life that exists there is not what we would recognize as human.  But it is not the physical body, the vehicle that is important, but the driver controlling that vehicle.  If you study our physical vehicles, our bodily construction, we are hardly suitable to exist comfortably within earthly conditions in our raw state.  By raw state I mean, look at the animals in their natural state, they are entirely adapted to cope within their environment.  Evolution has given them exactly what they need in order to survive on this planet.  If we were to live here relying solely on what evolution has given us, for example, take away our clothes, our heating, we could simply not survive in our natural environmental state of nakedness.  We are not indigenous to this plant.  There some who suggest that the Neanderthal is the indigenous species of this world, and there is evidence that Neanderthal and Homo Sapiens have for some time co-existed.  They also believe that Bigfoot, or its various other names around the world, are a surviving remnant of Neanderthal. 

Consider every species of life on this planet and how each species fits in perfectly into its natural environment and how it is engineered to survive within that environment.  The monkey has no need to light fires, live in houses or don fur coats if the weather turns chilly.  It is indigenous to this world and its immediate environment.  The only creature out of place is the human species.  So we need to ask ourselves: was the famed Garden of Eden ever on this planet?  Or is this place where we were banished to?  Adam and Eve were naked within their environment as much as the monkey can be considered naked in his environment.  What caused Adam to cover himself with a fig leaf?  What made him come aware of his natural state of nakedness, and be ashamed?

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The Knights in Service

As I have said previously, those of the Knight Templar that did not scatter during the onslaught of the Church united with the Teutonic Knights, thereby became brothers in arms, rather than later transforming into the Freemasons, instead maintained their identity and Templar title and coat of arms.  This is not something that is generally known, although there still exists today groups who call themselves Knights Templar.  In most cases this is only wishful thinking.  The Sacred Secrets of the ancient Church remained with the medieval brotherhood of knights, and this brotherhood is only maintained on the higher astral level and not in the physical reality.  In all respects, this spiritual brotherhood does no longer work as an Order of knights in the physical world but conduct their actions within their spiritual plane.  In every life cycle one of these knights incarnates into the physical world wherever such physical contact is required.  This is the part I play in this present incarnation.

To give you an example of my connection with the Orders I include one of my experiences with them and which I had previously revealed:

While I was contemplating over what I was seeing some movement at the corner of my eye drew my attention. Ghostly figures began to appear and then materialize. There must have been at least fifteen figures, all dressed in the white tunic of the knight, fully armed and in battle formation. This was okay as I had many incarnations as a knight and still in the spiritual Orders of the Knighthood. The first row wore the unmistakable red cross of the Knights Templar's, whereas, the next row wore the black cross of the Teutonic Knights. Vision was a bit hazy due to the mist that surrounded them. This mist is what we call ectoplasm, or astral matter spirit uses to achieve materialization.

While I was thinking, nice of you fellows to drop in, to what do I owe this pleasure, the lines parted and this hooded figure in pure white robe came out from amongst them and slowly came toward me. His face bore absolutely no sign of emotion, or at least it lay hidden behind his long white beard. Who he was I have no idea but, unmistakeably, a being of great importance, hence the knights who were simply his bodyguards. What he did next rather surprised me. He gave me spiritual healing by running his hands up and down my body. Well, he wasn't actually touching the body, but the spirit within. When spirit touches spirit the sensations can be divine, which in this instance, they were. Actually, they were so divine that, humorously, I turned onto my stomach and asked him to also do my back, which he did. After a few more moments of tender loving treatment, they were all gone...back into the great spiritual beyond.

http://arcane-journey.blogspot.com/p/mystical-journey-into-hungary.html

Just follow the above link to gain a better understanding of my experience.  The actual experience is about half way through the article.

Late Night visit by Pope John Paul II

Well he's not Pope anymore but obviously still engaged in spiritual work serving the Higher Light Kingdom.

But previously you spoke negatively of him.  Why the change of heart now?

Well, because of his visitation.  I thought negatively of him, yes, mainly because of the suppression of the 3rd Secret of Fatima, as, logically, he as Pope would have had something to do with it, or at least know of the conspiracy and the suspected fate of the real Lucy of Fatima.  We have already spoken of the two Lucy's, one an obvious imposter, an on going argument conducted by the traditional Catholics who have separated from the Catholic Church at the introduction of Vatican 2.  Just type in Lucy in the blog search to review what has been said.

So tell me about this visitation.  What happened and when?

It was on the night of his Beautification.  Some time after midnight.  Midnight itself is a mystical hour, even referred to in the Old and New Testaments.  My partner wasn't feeling so fantastic and she came and laid with me on my bed.  She had a few drinks and, somewhat emotionally, kept saying she wanted John Paul II to come and bless her while she slept.  She kept repeating it in a trance like whisper.  Thinking that this was a one in a million chance of happening I told her to rather invoke padre Pio who has on several occasions came to her assistance.  I trust you do understand the invoking of saints?

Yes, of course, I was raised Catholic.  Personally I don't practice the tradition.  Perhaps it's simply a lack of faith.

More than likely - a lack of faith.  Anyway, while she was invoking John Paul II we heard loud footsteps entering through the bedroom door.  You know John Paul was a tall solid man.  I then noticed his apparition at the foot of the bed.  He reached over and touched our feet, this action sending all manner of sensation traverse along the physical body.  He was only there for no more than a minute and his presence vanished.  He came again briefly while we were having a coffee in the kitchen discussing the occurrence.  Again his presence only lasted for a minute.  What he had bestowed upon us was not an act of healing, but rather a blessing.  Don't be surprised to hear many people soon coming forward claiming that John Paul II has interceded on their behalf.

That must have been a really beautiful experience?

Well, actually, she was very scared knowing there was a powerful presence in the room, and that this presence might materialize.  There have been many presences in her life but none of them actually materialized.  Which, of course, they can do.  Which is something she is afraid of.  She could not see the apparition, nor judge whether it's from Light or Darkness.  So I had to reassure her.

I can imagine the scary aspect behind it.  I once thought I felt the presence of a spirit and it freaked me out, sending cold shivers up my spine.  Especially when it's dark and you're alone in the room, as I was.

Yes, there is always a fear element behind it.  Anxiety and apprehension of the unknown.  Quite understandable.  John Paul II is a powerful spirit.  If you watched his funeral you may have noticed the strong wind surrounding his coffin.  That was psychic wind.  He would have had to reduce his spiritual frequency quite significantly to enter our room, still the air was electrified on his entrance.  The higher spirits always give a warning before they make an appearance, hence the heavy footsteps, to attract our attention, to prepare for the visitation.  These visitations always occur when you least expect them.

So, if he's not an Anti Pope how do you explain his part in the Lucy controversy?

We have already spoken of the Black Brotherhood which forms the inner circle of the Church.  It is highly possible that this circle acted secretly without the Pope being aware of what was happening.  Many of the Cardinals within Vatican are either part of this circle of darkness; those that aren't would be most certainly influenced, or even pressured by this circle.  The Pope himself may only have learned of this Lucy switch, and perhaps her sinister elimination, some time after the deed had been done.  He could only have continued this battle from within Vatican for most certainly he could not reveal the truth to the world.  Regardless of the demons he would need to fight within Vatican, such a fight could only be carried on in secret, behind closed doors, for the sake of the Church to remain intact.  Such a revelation to the faithful would have created irreparable damage.

To me, anyway, his name is cleared.