THE ENIGMA THAT IS BARAK OBAMA PART 1

A president of all the Peoples?

The first piece is a positive perspective of the US president written by me, a foreigner. The second piece, to come later, attempts to create an alternative perspective and asks questions about the man and his reason for being among us.

Americans could ask, Why should you, a foreigner have a view on our President? I would answer that by saying that any President of the US has a profound effect on the whole world.

Peace and love.

I wrote the following on my last trip to the US in 2009 before Obama was elected president. The hype and expectation of an Obama presidency was almost as though a saviour was coming to save the peoples of the US and of the world.

 Could such an expectation ever be fulfilled? Who knows? Could the following intuitive insights have been influenced by the longing for a change from the crude aggression of the George Bush years? Was I being fooled by a crafty non-physical energy? I leave the reader to judge.

As the Boston to Washington flight that I was on approached the nation’s capital. I picked up the energy of Abe Lincoln. His memorial is one of the sites I wish to visit. I sensed that he was in favour of an Obama presidency. Obama offers the potentiality for change Abe said.

His presidency could energise the American people. The American people would then energise him. A virtuous circle of political creativity could then be generated. The sum would become greater than the parts. This reminded me of another example of synergy that of the pop group The Beatles.

 Abe doesn’t know who will win. (This was in October 2009 before the Presidential election.) He is not in a position, in the spiritual world, to affect the outcome. It is up to the American people. Abe has a great affection for this country stemming from his life here. Of course, he is now in spirit and greater a being than in that life.

If ordinary Americans tune into his energy and are of good spirit and intentions then good things will be created. Indeed, like me, foreigners who are impressed with Abe’s life can also tune in to his energetic assistance. Abe will help Obama if he wins the election.

(Upon my return to England from the US we now know that Obama has been elected. I wish him well. It will be a great battle that he will fight on the side of the light. Undoubtedly the dark forces will bide their time and strike against him if they get the opportunity.)

A good place to tune into Abe is at his memorial in Washington DC. The present and past military, economic and social upheavals have created the opportunity for an Obama presidency. There was no way it could have happened if the US had been able to go on in the old ways of world domination and assumed superiority.

 Twentieth century US is dead. The future for the US is to either embrace the new or to suffer the decline and inertia with the old. Obama could be the greatest president, if elected, since Abe. Kennedy, for all his faults, pointed the way.

Abe’s energy is harmonious with that of Akhnaton the Egyptian pharaoh who attempted to change the mass consciousness of humanity by introducing the first monotheistic religion in history. The latter apparently failed as far as the outside world was concerned but succeeded esoterically because his advanced ideas were placed in the mass consciousness for future reference.

 Abe also apparently failed as far as outside circumstances were concerned to raise the awareness of the peoples of the United States. However he, also, planted the seeds in mass consciousness. These seeds could be fed and watered by Obama.

 Friend Suzanne (an american citizen) tells me the some people in the US see Obama as the physical incarnation of Abe. If this is the case perhaps it is the higher self of Abe/Obama this is speaking to me. In this case of course the being speaking to me would be in favour of an Obama presidency.

During my communion with Abe an imagined future voiced by President Obama resonated in my awareness. The financial system totally market driven is finished, he said. Without this market oriented financial system we could not survive. However, in recent months, it has shown great weaknesses. Therefore we have a historic opportunity to build a new system based on fairness to all. This revised system will include elements of government legislation and control to create a more balanced and stable structure.

 (I write these few sentences after my arrival home and after Obama’s successful presidential election. I find it fascinating that Obama, two days after the election visits Abe’s monument. My feeling is that Obama is aware of his strong link with the Civil war President.)

Subsequently I communicate with a friend concerning one of Obama’s impacts on this reality. This is what my intuition guided me to say.

I always thought that the expectation concerning Obama was way over the top. It was never possible to expect him to bring in the new millenium. I never thought that this was his role. Those with their levers on the controls are not necessarily working with him. Dark forces stalk the corridors of power. Obama's role is transitional in my view.

 My view is that the financial system is beyond 'fixing'. It doesn’t matter what material measures those in power adopt. The whole thing has gone for ever. The energies around this planet now are moving towards a different form of consciousness.

 The entirely linear, intellectual social structures don’t work any more. The financial crisis is a symptom of that change of consciousness. During my time in business I realised that the business model that we adhered to worked less and less. By the time that I left management it was clear that more and more material resources were being poured into a system that produced less and less.

 In other words the system was already in meltdown. It cannot be fixed in my view. For those with sufficient awareness the only path is towards a new consciousness from which can arise a new social paradigm. How that will pan out only the angels know.

OK back to Obama. His role in my view is to present the western world, the US particularly, with an opportunity towards a more humane form of social consciousness. This is the best opportunity there is for survival over the coming storm. Working from one's inner resources including one's personal spirituality is the way forward I believe.

All other organisations based on the past are in crisis. Religions are repeating the old mantras, they no longer work. It is time to trust one's inner promptings and work with other like minded people. This is the away forward for me. The certainties of the past will have to be put behind us. The old ideas of wealth are finished.

 I had a vision of Abe inspiring and guiding Obama. Obama is the best bet that the US has for leadership. He is never going to fix the moribund financial system. I am sure that internally he knows that.

As I said at the start of this chapter I and others may be being fooled by the hype surrounding Obama. In addition it is a well known phenomena in the world of those who dip their toes into other spiritual realms can be subject to information that is not ‘Kosher’

By that I mean a being may impulse us with information that we believe is from a source of light but, in fact it is a lower energy that is attempting to fool us. Another reason for such a phenomena is that, given the scenario just outlined, low vibration entities can utilise the energies that we send in good faith for nefarious purposes.

 We are not perfect beings. Sometimes we make mistakes in good faith. This is not a reason to withdraw from spiritual and psychic work. We must trust ourselves and our intuition.

Upon my return From US I wrote this.

One night I tuned into my guidance to resolve two ideas. The one believed by Suzanne and Sheena that Obama was a reincarnation of Abe and the second was the incident when Abe spoke to me on an airplane between Boston and Washington DC concerning the election of Obama. In the latter case the appearance to me in third dimensional consciousness was that they were two separate elements of awareness.  How could both be true?

The reply came back that the Abe consciousness and the Obama consciousness are part of the same oversoul. The awareness of both soul fragments is held in the consciousness of the oversoul. In this way the oversoul builds its development over many incarnations of different personalities.

 Thus the ideas of both personalities are held separately and the synergistic combination of both also. In other words both elements combine with the total oversoul to make yet another fantastic pattern of conscious awareness and development.

And another series of insights

One other interesting piece of information that I was given in the meditation related to the Children of Light who have been in the past and are being born all over the world. Within Obama’s speeches and actions will be hidden codes that will be recognized by these advanced beings. So much so that they will be guided in thought and deed by these codes.

These codes will be given to Obama and his speechwriters such that they may not recognize the wisdom that is being passed on to this new generation of humans. The Children of light together with aware and advanced adults form a matrix of high energy. This matrix will play its part in the development of humanity and its transition to a higher energy form.

 Humans will be attracted to this matrix. It will help to pull more people into the higher energy form. This matrix is a feedback system thus all individuals will benefit from the energy form Obama included. So, it will be interesting and illuminating when we listen to his speeches and his political decisions and tune into the deeper meanings being developed and communicated.

In a meditation Hazel saw an Elephant in the Oval Office which represented the support of the female energy that will be given to the new President. This support ties in with my previous insight of Michelle Obama being a conduit of support from the divine feminine. Hazel also saw a ring of fire around the desk in the Oval office.

 She believed, and was supported by friend Sean in this, that there was further support for Obama from his African family in Kenya and their discarnate forebears using the magic of that continent. Ian’s perception of the energetic support was of yellow diamonds shaped as though from playing cards. Sean saw a group of monkeys cavorting during the meditation and perceived that they were representatives of Hanuman, the monkey god of India. That same day I read the following on www.bbc.news.

A group of Indians are planning to present a statue of the revered Indian monkey God, Hanuman, to Democratic presidential candidate Barack Obama. The group decided to order the idol after they read a magazine report saying that Mr Obama carried a good luck 'monkey king' charm.

 They say that a Barack Obama victory would be good for India. Hindus revere monkeys which they believe are descendents of the monkey God Hanuman. The two-foot tall, 15kg gold-polished, brass idol has been made as a present for Mr Obama because "he will be good for India if he becomes the next president," according to Brij Mohan Bhama, leader of the group.

This must have been before Obama was elected President but what an amazing synchronicity with our meditation.

GHOSTS AND GHOST SENSITIVES PART 4

Sometimes it is necessary to do very little in order to change a negative situation. Back to Pete’s household at the time when Harry was awakened to find a ghostly male figure with disfigured face standing in his doorway. Some days later, wife Jacqui awoke to find a heavy ghostly energy lying on top of her. That same night, soon after getting into bed, Pete felt as though ghostly spiders were climbing along his arm towards his face.

 This was very frightening for an arachnophobe, which Pete is. Harry awoke in the morning to find his darts placed in the bedroom dartboard. This was very puzzling and frightening for a young teenager as he was always careful to put his darts away in their box each night.

The next day, Pete rang Clive recounting the tale. The latter immediately offered help. As Clive put the phone down he immediately felt nervous about his precipitate offer. He rang friend, Hazel, for support and input. As Clive prepared for his own bed that night, he tuned into Pete’s family house, asking the cosmic forces to fill the house with light, raise the vibrations, giving the family a restful night.

 The next day, Clive rang Haines to be told that there had been a quiet and restful night in the house. Soon after, Clive spoke to Hazel who confirmed that she had tuned into her guidance who had told her that there was nothing to be done by her or by Clive. Events in Pete’s household bore that guidance out. For, from that time on, there was no further occurrence of unpleasant ghostly happenings in Pete’s household.

 So was Clive’s short visualisation sufficient to help the cosmic forces clear the above negativity, or is there some other explanation? Certainly Clive’s normal reaction to such a request would be to go to the house, play his Tibetan bowl and perform reiki or other healing modalities. This time, of course, it was not required to do any of those.

In another story, a girl could not believe the reasons given for her mother’s disappearance. Her father’s claim concerning the mother’s supposed running away with an Italian lover, simply didn’t ring true for the daughter. There was some intuitive impulse niggling away in her psyche that there was something really wrong with the story. The girl had heard her mum and dad arguing. The very next day, her mum was not there.

 She did as much as she could to persuade adults to listen to her doubts. She confided in her class teacher who took no action. This failure stimulated the girl to create the story that she was being bullied. She wanted to get the headmistress’s attention. The headmistress informed social services. Later that month, the mother’s body was discovered, hidden in the family home.

The girl’s suspicions had been heightened after a dream in which she opened a cupboard door, and her mum’s body fell out. The girl, gathering her courage, entered the cupboard expecting to find her mother’s body there. In fact, the body had been hidden in a casket in the garden. The father confessed to killing his wife, was arrested and charged. Was the daughter influenced by her mother from another realm? Did the girl, through her own intuition sense that the crime had been committed? Is there some other explanation?

Clive was woken one night by a woman bending over him. He assumed that it was his wife, Jaqueline. Suddenly there was a movement from his left where Jaqueline slept. The woman bending over him, disappeared. Jaqueline was choking from a condition where, from time to time, her breathing tube is blocked. On this occasion she did not need assistance other than reassurance from her husband. It seemed to Clive, when reviewing the event later, that the woman from the psychic world was a Good Samaritan making sure that assistance was available in this potentially serious condition.

Bryan happened on this amazing incident during one of his regular trips to the US. He was resting in a bedroom whilst on a course, when this very strange and fascinating event happened to him. Without warning, a strong, muscular arm moved across his chest. It was so real that he could see the veins on the arm. It certainly wasn’t his arm. The arm wasn’t attached to anything, though. Without warning, the powerful arm lifted him off the bed, two to three feet (60 to 91 cms) into the air.

 Let us be clear about this. Bryan had not been meditating or sleeping. He was in normal objective consciousness when this happened. After some seconds, maybe a minute, he was gently lowered back onto the bed and the arm disappeared. This was an entirely physical event, with Bryan in full knowledge of what was happening. Bryan pondered on the meaning of this throughout the rest of the day. He felt strongly that this arm belonged to the Master Jesus. Beyond this he couldn’t fathom the meaning. Bryan shared this with a fellow course member.

 A little later, after Bryan had returned to his room, this fellow put his head around Bryan’s door.

‘I know what this means. You were taken down from the cross,’ said the other.

Ah… thought Bryan. This is of profound significance. I have come to the end of a phase of suffering in this three dimensional existence.

This is not a ghost story per se, but it is a fascinating psychic event. It demonstrates the type of phenomena that can be experienced by the practicing mystic.

On the subject of being sensitive to ghosts, Clive believes that it is important to set aside any fear concerning the phenomenon. For those interested in developing such links, sensitivity and confidence, as well as belief, are paramount. Clive remembers the time as a young boy, trembling in bed in an old farmhouse while on holiday. He had just been told a ghost story. The farmer’s wife had recounted a tale of an old man who would regularly walk around the farm for his daily constitutional.

The day that his funeral took place in the church opposite to the farm, the farmer’s wife heard the tap, tap, tap of his stick. She turned to see the dead man’s ghost walk through one wall of the farm kitchen and out through the opposite wall. He was taking his final walk before his body was interred in the ground.

So why aren’t most people sensitive to this phenomenon? One answer is that our social conditioning denies the existence of ghosts, so we don’t see what we don’t believe. To explore this further here are two stories from The Gentle Art of Blessing. Harvard University conducted an experiment in which two groups of kittens were raised from birth to near maturity in two rooms.

The walls of one room were painted in black and white vertical stripes. The other room was painted with horizontal stripes. When set free, the cats brought up in the room with horizontal stripes knocked into everything vertical; chairs, table legs, trees. They were incapable of discerning anything upright.

Humans are similar to the cats in this regard. We have been conditioned to filter all reality through our senses. In 1520, Ferdinand Magellan arrived at the Terra del Fuego at the tip of South America. The ship’s company was surprised that the Del Fuego Indians did not see the boat entering the bay. Nothing in their experience had prepared them for the idea of vessels that were like huge floating houses. Canoes represented their seaborne reality. They were liberated from this blinkered view when taken onto the ships.

And now Clive and Pete found themselves in disagreement.

‘No, Clive, I don’t want to include my stories. This book is about you,’ said Pete.

‘I disagree. Yours will help to broaden the debate,’ replied Clive, gently.

Pete gave in, so here are just two of his experiences. Let’s hope Clive was right and they do broaden the debate.

Not so long ago, Pete and his business partner were overseas. With a couple of hours to spare between meetings, they visited the museum. They walked from gallery to gallery, enjoying every moment. As they wandered in their unstructured manner, they became separated. Totally unexpectedly, and without warning, Pete stopped.

 He felt an odd sensation, slight disorientation, slightly off-balance. Stepping one pace in any direction and the sensation disappeared. Stepping back to the spot, the sense returned. Odd. There was an overwhelming aroma of herbs. Haines decided to experiment in a way he had never done before. He called for his friend, who is not sensitive to spirits. He guided the partner to the spot of disorientation.

‘I’m rocking. What’s this all about?’ said the partner.

‘Not sure. Can you smell anything?’

The partner sniffed the air.  His blank expression turned to mild excitement. ‘Yeah, I can smell herbs.’

‘Me, too.’

‘What’s going on?’ The partner seemed excited.

Should I, or should I not? ‘Well, mate, I think we’re in the presence of a ghost.

‘No!’ He was incredulous.

‘Well, yes, uh… take a look over there.’ Pete pointed to the corner of the gallery.

‘Nope. Can’t see a thing.’

Pete could see a woman very clearly defined. Although she appeared slightly transparent, he could see her features and clothing. Her hair, features and eyes were dark. Her dress was long, reaching to the floor of the gallery, and green. But, for Pete, what struck him most was her smile. She was looking straight at Pete and smiling warmly. He felt drawn to take a chance. He walked across the gallery and put his arms around the ghost’s waist. This was a first. The ghost didn’t seem to mind one little bit.

‘Come over here,’ said Pete. The partner didn’t need to be asked a second time. ‘Put your hand in there.’ Pete nodded to a point inside the circle he’d made with his arms.

‘****** me!’ The partner was wide-eyed. ‘It’s freezing. I can see my breath.’

The ghost didn’t seem to mind this intrusion. She continued to smile. Interestingly, and maybe even significantly, she didn’t look at the partner throughout this event. She kept her eyes on Pete. Also strangely, even as they left the gallery, he could still see her standing in the same spot, still smiling. She seemed to be in no hurry to leave.

As they discussed the encounter over lunch, both men felt they had been fortunate enough to enjoy a very positive experience. Maybe the risk Pete had taken was worth it?

The next story had seemed insignificant to Pete at the time. Clive had a different view. Late on a summer’s afternoon, Pete was walking around his garden enjoying the heat of the Sun. He was thinking about his business, in fact, he was miles away. Happy and relaxed the last thing on his mind was a ghost. In the garden there is a large terracotta Vietnamese pot-bellied pig. Those with a need for detail will want to know that it is called Ho Chi Minh. Ho sits a foot (30 cms) away from the conservatory wall.

 As he passed by, Pete caught a glimpse of a spectral hedgehog between the pig and wall. He did a classic double-take. Still he saw the hedgehog, but not clearly. The creature was transparent and white-grey in colour. Pete was just 4 or 5 feet (122 or 152 cms) away. Pete attached little significance to the experience until he told Clive.

Clive was fascinated. But, why? Pete couldn’t see any reason for this being anything out of the ordinary. What so interested Clive was that the ghost had been a wild animal rather than a domestic creature. It seems that this is significant to Clive. He had never heard reports of a ghost of a wild animal before.

One final comment on the subject of ghosts from an eminent academic. Archie Roy is Emeritus Professor of Astronomy and Honorary Senior Research Fellow in the Department of Physics and Astronomy at Glasgow University. On a British television programme, some years ago, he made an interesting observation. He suggested that, sooner or later, the scientific community would have to at least acknowledge the possibility that the mind can exist independently of the body.

  This is from The Coincidence File by Ken Anderson.

In Coincidences, chance or fate? I told strange tales of ghostly presences that appeared to bring comfort and hope to men whose lives were in peril. The first concerned three British officers trekking across Turkey after escaping from a prisoner-of-war camp in World War 1. All swore they were joined by a mysterious stranger whose very presence encouraged them to push on against the odds. In the second incident Antarctic explorer Sir Ernest Shackleton and two companions crossed South Georgia Island in a desperate attempt to find help for their marooned party. All felt they had been joined by a fourth person whose presence was reassuring.

Clive asked the question whether these figures could have been projections of their own desires or were they genuinely joined by a discarnate being guiding and comforting them? 

I hope that you enjoyed these stories. As has been said before, not only is life stranger than you think, it is stranger than you can possibly imagine.

GHOSTS AND GHOST SENSITIVES PART 3

Birch has a sense that Pete has a role to play as a communication channel between these discarnate beings and people in this reality. This role will have to wait until he is able to release some of his business commitments.

Margaret, a friend of Clive’s, had a friend, Molly, who passed away at the age of ninety-nine. Molly and her husband did great work unknown to most people around them. They would visit buildings, particularly old ones, to clear ghosts or earth bound spirits. They were particularly drawn to work in churches and cathedrals.

Molly said that many of these spirits were grouped around the flags of military regiments that often hang in religious buildings. From a mystic’s point of view, this is rather bizarre given that these places are supposedly celebrating the Prince of Peace. Anyway, back to the ghosts. This grouping of the ghosts around military flags made sense to Molly.

 In times past during battles, the soldiers would be called to the colours at particularly difficult times of the conflict. Thus in death, or their dying agony, the spirit of the soldiers would naturally be drawn to the symbol of their loyalty. In addition, perhaps their last living moment was in the vicinity of the flag, maybe holding it or looking at it in their death agony.

So throughout the land of Britain, unknown to those not sensitive to these energies, discarnate spirits of soldiers would continue to be grouped around this last vestige of their contact in the material world. No doubt they would be looking down with interest on the congregations worshipping the Prince of Peace, and the marriages and funerals taking place below.

 Most incarnate people would be blissfully unaware of this interest above them. Molly was of the opinion that all such flags should be withdrawn from religious buildings in order to remove this particular infestation. Molly and her husband did this largely unsung work for sixty years.

Hazel, another friend of Clive’s, was visiting a dying friend in the local hospice. As she sat and chatted, without warning, Hazel was taken into an enhanced form of consciousness. She saw the room she was in, absolutely packed with discarnate entities. These beings wore clothes of all ages. She was particularly struck with the roundhead soldiers. The hospice is in a very old building.

And now to the story of the paper clip ghost. Jaqueline Birch would gently joke with a work colleague, who would stay late in the office, that she should, ‘be careful of the ghost.’ Perhaps sensitivity to the psychic atmosphere helped create this joke in her mind before experience of the phenomenon? This comment soon rebounded on Clive’s wife a little later. One evening she found herself alone, working late. As she bent over her desk, a paper clip dropped out of thin air onto the desk. She looked up. There was no returning colleague playing a joke on her.

 The office was completely empty of incarnate beings, apart from her. There were no shelves nearby that could source such an event. Muttering under her breath she bent her head and returned to her task. Immediately another paper clip dropped onto her desk close to her head. A discarnate entity was clearly having some fun at her expense. ‘Oh, leave me alone,’ she spoke in an exasperated fashion. This is precisely what happened and the dropped paper clips stopped dropping.

A little while later, the opposite happened to Jaqueline whilst she worked during the normal working day. She was performing a task which required opening a file of papers, removing the paper clip from the documents, performing an administrative task and then replacing the paper clip and closing the file. As she went through the routine, paper clips began to disappear from Jaqueline’s desk.

 Four times in succession this happened. Becoming fed up with this game, Jaqueline went to a colleague’s desk and retrieved a large box of clips, making sure that she kept an eye on them. The paper clip ghost stopped its activities at this point. The game was over. There were times when Jaqueline was required to work late, on her own, in the office.

 Regularly she would feel cold draughts wafting around her when no doors were being opened and closed, and no windows were open. In addition, there would be unexplained noises similar to a crack, with no apparent physical cause.

Those readers who have read So You Think We’re Alone? will remember the story of Oscar the cat. For those that haven’t had the pleasure of reading this fine offering, here’s a summary. Oscar lived in a care home. He was not a particularly friendly animal to the living, but he did have one particular talent. He knew when one of the residents of the care home was about to die, even when the well trained staff had no idea that the death was about to happen.

 He would sit with the dying person until they had passed away; only with dying people would he make such a contact. Subsequent to publication of So You Think We’re Alone? Clive was told of a person who possessed an ability relating to dying people. This person worked in care homes and hospitals throughout her working life. She also possessed the ability to see ghosts.

 When a person was about to die, they would be joined by female apparitions dressed in black; usually there were a number at each death. Of course, this person was the only one who could see these ghosts. The assumption was that these spectres were there to help the dying person over into their next world.

Sophie tells this story from her homeland in Malaysia. Next door to her family home in a rural village, is a mysterious space. Tradition has it that a house once stood there, occupied by a wealthy and influential family. The story continues that the head of the family instructed his son to kill a specially prepared goat. It was then to be spit roasted as an important focus of a feast.

The son ignored the wishes of his father and, instead of the goat, killed a dog which was prepared and cooked. Unfortunately for the son, his subterfuge was discovered when the partly cooked body began to bark. The father was mortified at the shame that this deceit had brought upon his family. So distressed was he, that the father prayed for the family to disappear. The invisible realms acceded to this bizarre request. Family and house did, indeed, disappear leaving an empty space next to Sophie’s family’s property. Perhaps this reminds us of the old saying, be careful what you wish for. You just might get it.

The final chapter of this tale occurred when Sophie was a young child. She remembers walking around the mysterious empty space with her grandmother who would conduct a conversation with an invisible person in a low guttural tone, different from her normal voice. The impressionable child was told that one of the invisible men had formed an attraction for the grandmother and had retained that emotional connection for decades.

GHOSTS AND GHOST SENSITIVES PART 2

Not so long ago, Pete was required to fulfil a commitment at a secure establishment in a remote part of the UK. He was collected from his home by a car driven by one of those silent types. His silence was made up for by Pete’s co-passenger whom we shall call James. On the journey, James was explaining that there was a guest flat on the unit or a cottage outside the perimeter fence. Pete was given the choice of billet. It seems reasonable that he chose the cottage off site.

 James said he used to bring his dog to the cottage, but had to take it back to his parents in Liverpool. When left alone to its own devices, the dog used to trash the cottage. Apparently this was uncharacteristic for this normally well behaved canine. Pete thought no more about it. It transpired that James was formerly of 2 Para (The 2^nd Battalion the Parachute Regiment) having served in the Falklands War of 1982. James had studied martial arts in Japan. With his background, James was down-to-earth and not given to flights of fancy, less still liable to be spooked.

So it was that Pete spent his first night in the guest cottage. Pretty soon he realised he wasn’t alone. Intense cold would come, and when Haines said aloud, ‘Step back, please. You’re too close and making me cold,’ the warm comfort would return instantly. This ghost definitely had a sense of humour. When Pete made one of his countless cups of tea, he would place the teabag in the mug and leave it for several minutes.

 Now, Clive attests to the fact that Pete cannot tolerate weak tea. His yardstick to determine if the tea was brewed is that a mouse must be able to walk across the surface. Nothing less will do. Well, the ghost had other ideas. She (Pete had immediately determined it was female) insisted on removing the tea bag. Each time Pete returned to he kitchen to collect his tea, he would find the tea bag steaming away in the bin.

Pete enjoyed the antics, having no fear of his invisible companion. He felt only benevolence and well being when she was around. It amused Pete that each night his immaculately shone shoes and boots would be on the floor at the foot of his bed. Each morning the laces would be tied in perfect bows.

 Significantly for Pete, he never once saw this ghost. And each day the ghost would announce her presence by a new manifestation of her abilities, all of which Pete continued to enjoy. There was one small exception. He was always aware that when he was in the loo or the shower, he could sense her presence; much too close for comfort.

The days passed and all was going well. The visitor from this world and the resident from another world seemed to be getting on well. That was until one Monday; the last of his commission. James was due to arrive on the Tuesday, so Pete drove himself to the establishment. That night he went to sleep as usual. Nothing seemed amiss, even his ghostly visitor was silent. In the early hours he awoke, feeling he was bouncing up and down in bed. He sat and turned the bedside light on. At that moment, the bed with him in it, shot across the room a good three yards or more. Clive is again happy to attest that Pete does not have a reputation for being lily-livered or faint-hearted. But now, his courage left him and he spent the rest of the night in his car, waiting for security to open the establishment later in the morning.

When he made it inside, he was much surprised to see James whom he thought was travelling down that morning. In fact, James’ duty had been changed and he’d arrived on the Sunday. Before Pete could speak, James got in first.

‘Bloody hell. Good to see you, mate. Don’t go to the cottage. Went to bed Sunday night and the bloody ghost tucked me in.’

Several hours later, after an exchange of stories and hypotheses, Pete, James and two burly soldiers went to the cottage. It took the strength of all four to move the bed back to its original position.

There is an interesting postscript to this story. A couple of years after James and Pete had been scared witless, there was a requirement to baby sit a teenager lad who was visiting the UK. It was decided to lodge him, along with his minders, in the cottage. James was among the team. Towards the end of the week, the lad asked James who the old lady was upstairs. James, quick as you like, said, ‘Oh, she’s the cleaner.’ That seemed to satisfy the young lad. James, of course, knew there was no woman in the building.

One day, Pete was on the phone to Clive when he caught sight of a ghost standing next to him. It promptly disappeared. Clive heard a shout of surprise over the phone. Pete is used to these apparitions, but this one caught him off guard. The two joked later that the ghost, when socialising with his friends later, chuckled and said, ‘I gave Ainsey (Pete) a fright. You should have seen him jump.’

On another occasion, Pete rang Clive and, while discussing the events of the day, Pete saw the ghost of a female walking and bending in his garden. As Pete had not seen a ghost all day, he blamed Clive for creating this energetic situation. Clive chose to ignore the comment. ‘Perhaps she was smelling the flowers,’ was his somewhat flippant remark.

Clive was talking to Pete in the back garden and enjoying a coffee. His back garden is Pete’s smoking room. Pete was telling Clive about an incident the previous evening. He had been watching TV and he felt his toes being tickled. There was no obvious physical cause for this. Assuming that one of the local spirits was having some fun, Pete told the joking spirit to stop. The phenomenon did not stop. At the same time Pete saw an array of golden lights moving around the room, a phenomenon not uncommon in the household. While this story was being recounted, the two friends were joined by Pete’s son, Harry.

Harry spoke of a much more unpleasant apparition that had appeared to him the previous night. Retiring to bed at the end of the day, Harry suddenly felt extremely hot physically, as though he was burning up. This was despite the fact that this was a cold February night and the window in Harry’s bedroom was open. As Harry became aware of this odd situation, he saw a figure of a man in his bedroom doorway. The apparition was not of anyone he knew. He stood and stared in Harry’s direction. As Harry stared back, he noticed that the man had a scarlet slash across his forehead extending from his right eye socket, the eyeball of which was missing. The figure disappeared, but the unpleasantness of the vision unnerved fifteen-years-old Harry. So much so that he switched his TV on and remained awake in fear for some time before falling asleep. Pete said that Harry’s face was white with fear the next morning.

As Clive listened to the story, he had the feeling that this figure was a shadow from the War of the Roses, the final battle of which was fought in Tewkesbury; home town of the Pete Haines house. Clive also said that the previous night had been a full Moon and thus a period of high psychic energy. It may be, he added, that such manifestations are more common at such times.

Tewkesbury had suffered grievously during the floods of July 2007, which could also upset the balance of psychic forces in the area. In addition, water is a very powerful transmitter of energy. That same evening, Clive told the above story to the meditation group which meets at Hazel’s house. There was a consensus that the house could be cleared, but not by anyone in the group.

 This was backed up by advice given to Hazel from intuitive sources. Pete does not feel the necessity of clearing his house at the moment. He sees the ghosts as sometimes humorous and entertaining guests. This may change if son Harry is further frightened.

Before we leave Pete’s back garden, there was another fascinating event that occurred just prior to Clive’s trip to Carnac. Clive and Pete were sitting at the garden table, drinking coffee and chatting. Pete interrupted and pointed inside the sitting room. The windows were closed. Through the glass, he saw a figure of an elderly man. He wore a cream-coloured smock. Pete was much impressed by the kindly face which was sun tanned and deeply lined. His eyes were striking in their compassion and wisdom. It was a lovely face. The figure looked in Clive’s direction. From his right side, Pete heard the name, Elwyn, a name he had never heard before and it made little sense to him, and none to Clive. But Pete was certain that this energy was attached to Clive, and not to him or his home.

Not long after, Clive made one of his regular visits to his dear friend, Audrey, near London. Audrey asked him if he realised that he was being shadowed by a spirit energy. His name, Audrey said, was Elwyn. Audrey said she felt that Elwyn was there to accompany Clive on his visit to France, especially to Les Alignements de Carnac. Clive had not told Audrey of the experience in Pete’s garden and Pete certainly hadn’t told her. He’d never met or spoken to Audrey.

GHOSTS AND GHOST SENSITIVES PART 1

Embracing another reality

These stories were written for an as yet unpublished book co-written by Pete and I titled ‘ We’re still not Alone’.

Wikipedia defines a ghost as the apparition of a deceased person, frequently similar in appearance to that person, and usually encountered in places she or he frequented, or in association with the person’s former belongings. The word ’ghost’ may also refer to spirit or soul of a deceased person. Ghosts are often associated with hauntings…

Ghosts are controversial anomalous phenomena. According to a poll conducted in 2005 by the Gallup Organisation, about 32% of Americans believe in the existence of ghosts…

In many historical accounts, ghosts were thought to be deceased people looking for vengeance, or imprisoned on earth for bad things they did during life.

Critics of ‘eyewitness ghost sightings’ suggest that limitations of human perception and ordinary physical explanations can account for such sightings, for example, air pressure changes in a home causing doors to slam, or lights from a passing car reflected through a window at night.

Bryan, whom we first met in our book So You Think We’re Alone? has a very interesting talent. He sees negative, ghost-like energies as dark brown or black clouds attached to domestic objects such as curtains, furniture, animals or people. These energies, which seem to Clive to be thought forms, can be disturbing, debilitating and depressing to people living in houses infested with these things. People are affected by them, but do not necessarily see them. If those affected are fortunate to be able to attract Bryan’s ghost-busting services, then the negative energies will be cleared using a very simple process.

His intuition told him to use salt, or salty water, to cleanse the negative energies. By washing objects, humans or animals, the energies are dissipated. Bryan particularly recommends washing in the sea. Yet again, the salt connection comes to our attention.

On one occasion during his ghost busting, Bryan saw many of these repulsive forms attached into the back of the home’s old dog. The way that these things attach themselves is by hooking the energies to objects in the material world. He says that they feed on fear, so another way of clearing these energies is to laugh. Now, this seems like good advice in general to raise our spirits, (so to speak).

Clive reinforces Bryan’s view that negative energies attach themselves to physical objects, particularly dirty or neglected items. Matthew, Clive’s son, asked his dad to perform a clearing ritual in his pub and restaurant. Matthew, although not interested much in the spiritual world, nevertheless recognises the value of an alternative perspective on physical energies. Matthew had become increasingly unhappy with the feel in his establishment. He was of the view that the thoughts and actions of certain members of staff and customers were lowering the atmosphere of the place.

 Clive did as he was asked and performed a clearing ceremony. There were some abandoned rooms above the premises which contained old clothes, rubbish and peeling décor. The atmosphere there was awful, Clive sensed. After the ceremony was over, Clive appealed to Matthew to clear out the upstairs rooms, for it was clear that negative energies were attached to the things dumped there and were contributing to the general unease that Matthew was feeling about his pub. The pub has become a pub-restaurant and is a thriving business.

Bryan has contact with another ghost buster, a woman with wild hair and a broad Bristol- Gloucestershire accent. This woman must have quite a reputation. She was called by the Ministry of Defence and invited to do some ghost busting in an old aircraft hanger. She replied, ‘That’s fine old dear. It will cost you foive ‘undred pounds.’ The MoD accepted the quotation.

 The deal done, Wild Hair went to the underground hanger. Security personnel, and other staff, were terrified to enter due to the constant banging of doors, including banging on the hangar doors. This was often when no live person was around. There was also a constant, cold, spooky atmosphere.

Once in the hanger, Wild Hair waved away the security officers ‘Off you go me dears. I don’ need ye, go on clear off.’ She was pretty bossy also. As she entered she had ascertained immediately what the problem was. Up in one high corner of the hanger, psychically she saw hundreds of ghosts. It transpired later that they were the spectres of dead people.

So, true to personality, she stood facing them, hands on hips. ‘Right me dears, I want yew to go. Go on now, off yew go now. Yew are not welcome here.’ And off they duly went, the whole pack of them. The last sight she had of the assembled spirits was them flying away towards the spiritual light. The hanger became quiet and subdued. The MoD staff could relax and Wild Hair pocketed her ‘foive ‘undred pounds’ for a minute’s work. Everybody was happy.

 As she left, Wild Hair was told that the hangar had been used as a temporary store for body bags containing US servicemen killed in Vietnam. They were flown in from Asia, stored and then transferred to the United States.

Pete also has a talent related to discarnate entities. He sees ghosts of people all the time. In the street, in buildings, in his own home, he sees hundreds of them. In his world, the number of ghosts that are visible is huge. One time he was sitting in a café, through the window he idly watched the world go by. He saw a man crossing the road accompanied by a dog.

Mmm… he thought. That dog looks like a ghost to me. I wonder if that chap knows he has a dog walking by his side? No sooner had the thought formed, when both man and dog disappeared. So Pete had been half right, both had been ghosts.

TIMESLIP PART2

 My experiences possibly brought about by the unsettling of the energies in my home reminded Clive of this gem. He thinks that this story originally came from Carl Jung who had come across it in a local newspaper. Jung subsequently investigated it as far as he could. It happened somewhere in Central Europe.

A man went to visit an address, replying to a newspaper advertisement for the sale of an item. His destination was an old building several stories high. He rapped with the very old fashioned door knocker. After a pause an upstairs window was flung open and an old woman poked her head out asking him whom he wanted. She was dressed in a rather old fashioned way with a shawl round her shoulders. The man gave her the name of the person that he was visiting. There was a pause while the woman seemed to take some time to absorb his request. Eventually she said, “The whole family is out. You may enter and wait if you wish.”

Not having anything better to do, the man said that he would. After a pause the be-shawled woman opened the door and led the man to a room where he was left to himself. He was charmed by the room. It was very old fashioned with a big oak table in the centre, a pendulum clock with roman numerals ticked loudly on the wall. Heavily embossed Victorian wallpaper hung on the walls and other large and dark Victorian furniture was arranged around the room.

 The man sat and waited. The only entertainment that he could think of was to play with his pocket watch to relieve the boredom. After over an hour with no arrivals and with the apparent disappearance of the elderly woman, he gave up his wait and let himself out of the house, closing the door behind him.

After a few minutes and having walked a little away from the house, the man realised that he had left his watch behind. He retraced his steps. Upon reaching the building again, he stopped in shock and his mouth dropped open. In the few minutes since his leaving, the appearance of the house had completely changed. The front of the building was now very dirty, windows were broken, paint was peeling from the previously well maintained door.

The man mounted the steps to the door and raised the now rusty knocker. The noise of the knocks now thundered as though the interior of the hallway was empty of furniture and carpet. No aged crone came to now peeling window and no-one opened the door. The man stepped back down the steps scratching his head in disbelief and puzzlement.

 Confused thoughts were whizzing round his head. He had no idea what was going on. After a few minutes he managed to contact a neighbour and on asking about the occupants of the near derelict house was told, “No-one has lived in this house for sixty years, all the occupants are dead.”

The man was absolutely flabbergasted. He was so out of sorts by this ‘double reality’ experience that he left. After a day or so wrestling with the events, he went to the police and with their assistance was able to regain entry to the house. In the room that he had sat in on his first visit, he found his watch. It was rusted, tarnished and covered in dust as though it had been there for decades. No-one could ever provide an adequate explanation for the man’s experience.

According to Jung this really happened and was reported as an event rather than as a fictional story. Timeslip; fact or fiction?

Before leaving timeslips, the Philadelphia Experiment deserves a mention. It is difficult to really accept it as a fact; nevertheless rumours persist leaving us to wonder. Briefly the story goes something like this. In October 1943, the destroyer USS Eldridge was the subject of a dramatic experiment. It is claimed that while the warship was in the Philadelphia Naval Shipyard it became invisible.

Naturally, and reasonably enough, it was claimed to be a hoax. The US Navy certainly denies any such experiment took place. Employing the Unified Field Theory some argue that the combination of electromagnetic radiation and gravity bent light around the ship rendering it invisible to observers. In an earlier experiment observers claimed that the ship almost disappeared and was surrounded by a green fog. In another we are told that while it nearly disappeared, it left an indentation in the water where the keel should have been. However, in the October experiment the observers stated that the ship disappeared completely in a blue flash.

The Navy admits that the Eldridge was engaged on a degaussing experiment at the time. Degaussing was employed by the Royal Navy and the US Navy to demagnetise their ships making them less vulnerable to magnetic mines. The process required that a wire was wrapped around the whole ship.

Another story suggests that in an attempt to render the ship invisible, the surrounding air and sea water was heated sufficiently to cause a mirage. It seems this was thought might confuse observers. There does seem to be little doubt and crew members experienced a range of ailments whatever the cause. Some of the ship’s company became disorientated, others mentally ill and some disappeared entirely. One report even said that crewmen were discovered fused to the hull. Reports tell that Einstein and Tesla were just two of a whole army of scientists working on the Philadelphia Experiment. (To add to the confusion, Tesla was dead at the time.)

But just a moment’s rational thought is bound to deliver the verdict that this story is nothing more that an intriguing hoax. However, there is a problem. Within minutes of the Eldridge being seen in Philadelphia it was also seen 375 miles (604 kilometres) away in Norfolk, Virginia.

Could this be an example of timeslip on a large scale? This event, or non event as the case may be, is well documented and may be researched under its correct name of Project Rainbow.

TIMESLIP PART 1

This post was published in the co-written book with Pete Haines titled 'So You Think We're Alone'. It is written through Pete's eyes.

 

A quick look at the baffling phenomenon of timeslip. It’s nothing new.

            While researching this book, two odd events took place for which timeslip might provide an answer. They each happened to me and after discussing them with Clive he suggested timeslip. Maybe he’s right. Our home in Gloucestershire had been devastated by the summer floods of 2007. The ground floor was a mess and it was a stressful and unpleasant time.

I’d spent the morning upstairs in my study working on the manuscript. It was time for a break and as I was about to wrap up a chapter when I heard the front door open. Then there was the sound of a footfall on the tiles of the hall followed by the door closing. Clearly my wife was home for lunch. It was usual for her to shout a greeting to me, but on this occasion there was nothing but silence. Odd, thought I. I shouted, “Hello darling.” Still no response. Odder still. I went downstairs to investigate but there was no sign of my wife. I opened the front door and looked around outside. No, she definitely wasn’t home.

For a moment I forgot about this while I made a cup of tea and went into the back garden for a smoke. Then my wife appeared with a bemused look on her face. She had just arrived home that very second. “That was funny,” she said. “When I came in I heard you shout ‘hello darling’. But you’re out here.” By ‘out here’ she meant that it would have been impossible to hear me shout anything from the back garden. I am guessing but the time between me shouting “hello darling” and my wife arriving home would have been about 8 to 10 minutes.

The very next day another incident made me raise my eyebrows. My 15 year old son was working in my study, allegedly doing his homework. I heard him call out to me, “What?” as teenagers do. I went to the bottom of the stairs to see him standing at the top. I must have had a stupid expression on my face. “What is it?” he said.

“What’s what?” I replied rather lamely.

“What do you want?”

This was turning into a farce. Before this exchange gets too boring I’d better skip a few lines.

“You called me,” he said.

“Actually, I didn’t,” I replied.

“Yeah, you did. I heard you clearly.”

Well, I had called him some twenty minutes earlier but hadn’t received a response. What was going on here? Clive explained that the energies in the house might easily have been upset by the floods and the huge damage our home sustained. Well, maybe so and that would certainly explain another odd series of events, although I don’t see that they were linked to timeslip.

The flood had ravaged the back garden, a garden on which much time, expense and love had been expended. Many trees and shrubs were dead and dying, weeds were growing and it looked a mess. Thankfully the shrubs in the many pots had all survived the wretched inundation.

 One such potted plant was a Japanese acer. Around the base of the tree was a layer of fossils, the kind you pick up on the limestone paths and hills of the Cotswolds; the mulch with a difference. The lip of this pot stood some 20 inches (51cms) off the ground. For several mornings in a row some of the pebbles and fossils were removed from the pot and sprinkled around on the ground.

I puzzled over what might be the culprit or cause. Too heavy for birds, too high and heavy for hedgehogs, cats didn’t seem likely since I’d never seen cats picking up stones. No way dogs could get into the garden, nor foxes or badgers. I was bemused. Only one thing for it. I phoned Clive. For a moment there was silence as he digested my weird story. To my considerable surprise he proposed a solution to the mystery.

“I think you’re being nudged by the garden devas. They’re telling you that they’re not happy that you’re neglecting the garden. Tidy it up, Pete. I think you’ll find that the fossils will stay in the pot then.”

I hung up and thought for a moment or two. Checking there wasn’t anyone in earshot I said aloud, “OK, OK, I’ll sort the garden out.”  I confess to having felt a little foolish.

Sure enough, next morning none of the fossils had been disturbed; nor the morning after, nor again the morning after that. However, on the next morning there was one fossil on the ground. The following morning there were several, and then there were piles all over the place. Could Clive be right?

 Saturday arrived and I vowed to devote the whole day to a garden tidy up. From dawn to dusk I toiled without a break for lunch. Short breaks for tea and cigarettes I did allow myself. Before it was too dark to see anything, I decided I was done. I looked around with a sense of satisfaction and a mild backache.

Would next morning see fossils and pebbles displaced from their pot or would they remain in place? It was with a certain anticipation I hurried into the back garden early next morning. Not one out of place. All was just as it had been left the previous evening and to this day that is the way it has remained. Never once has a single fossil left the pot since my Saturday exertions. So, was Clive right? I leave that to you.

A delicious event marked the writing of the few paragraphs above. It was around half past midnight. Something hit the back of my head, rolled to the front of my head, landed on my chest and fell to the floor. I turned all the lights on trying to see what it was. Lying on the carpet was a tiny L-shaped piece of ancient leather, just 2cms (0.79 inches) at its longest. No amount of searching gave me any indication from whence it had come.

Clive and I wondered if this was a sign of approval as we continue to write this book? We wondered at the significance of its L-shape. It wasn’t until my wife came home that light was shone on the possible relevance. “It’s L for Lily,” she said. For several years now I have been advised that my own spirit guide is a young teenager called Lily. And maybe it was Lily who was removing the pebbles and fossils to motivate me to tidy up her garden?

More in part 2 later.