David Wilcock
12-20-2001, 08:44 PM
http://ascension2000.com/12.20.01.htm
personal update 12/20/01:
blood, fire and transformation
by david wilcock
sometimes the fragile world of the personal collides with the global in very
direct ways ? and staying on the ?cutting edge? of new thought can have
quite literal implications. on dec. 1, 2001 at 4:35 am, after working late,
i slipped on the kitchen floor with an empty water glass in my hand and
caught it on the countertop, causing it to shatter. i suffered two
lacerations to the upper palm of my right hand, both perpendicular to the
fingers, one on the thumb mount and the more significant one under the right
pinky at about 6mm depth and 2.5 cm length. amazingly there was no tendon
damage, no glass fragments and the cuts were very straight and symmetrical,
though i did sever a nerve and superficial artery to the pinky. i definitely
screamed at first, and while running into my room in a panic, i
unintentionally shed blood on my printed copy of ?convergence iii? as well
as o. crane?s ?central oscillator and the space-time medium,? but
surprisingly not on the carpet next to them. even in my agitated state i
could see that meaningful messages were being given. as we left the house
with my hand in a pressure wrap, the buddha quote ?we are what we think.
with our thoughts we make the world. speak or act with a pure mind, and
happiness will follow you as your shadow, unshakable? fell spontaneously
from the refrigerator to the floor, directly facing me amidst the scattered
dark blue glass. ironically, the clock in the car said ?4:44? as soon as we
turned on the ignition to drive to the er, which had an immediate calming
effect on me. yup, another planned catalyst of extreme nature was in the
works ? and i wondered about what upcoming major world events this might be
related to.
by the time i was there, circa 6 minutes, i was completely back to my normal
personality, telling jokes and even helping wheel the woman ahead of me in
for treatment using my left hand and right elbow. the synchronicity
continued as the doctor told me that it was a full moon night and i was the
third person to have almost the exact same accident and hand injury ? which
they admitted was ?bizarre.? (that would explain why the twentysomethings in
the waiting room were so squeamish about my injury. it was just our three
hand parties, the woman in the chair and an elderly couple. ?yeah, it?s
pretty nasty, you gotta hand it to me for that,? i told them and laughed as
they studied my toweled mass in horror.) apparently the other two guys had
more severe trauma than i, (one of whom was in the room directly next to
me,) so i was the ?luckiest? of the three. ah, the beautiful science of
cycles? ?i guess that makes me the hundredth monkey, doesn?t it? man, i
should stick to just washing rice in my hand from now on.? it dawned on me
that this would be the most expensive healing session that i would likely
ever have, so i wanted to make the most of it, and the staff was
exceptionally responsive to my cavalier comedy. i was delighted to find that
after repeated experience with dr. izumoto?s at-times shudderingly brutal
acupuncture treatments, the wounds and needle sticks that would supposedly
?hurt? did not ? so i told the nurses in a thick accent, ?ah, you should go
to japan. great needle technique.?
after initial resistance, i ended up accepting two narcotic pills to ?calm?
me for surgery, and went into my first drug experience in nine years. ?this
is what they?d call a ?free ride? in alcoholics anonymous,? i quipped, as i
wasn?t about to claim it as a relapse. from there on, everything got very
bizarre, my humor more daring and brash, and i felt the most magnificent
inspiration from studying the fluorescent lights above me. while waiting in
this altered state, i effortlessly slipped into a very deep trance and
dictated the following psychic reading at an extremely slow speed, while
someone wrote it down:
the one with the most soul music wins. this music defies consideration; it
relieves the pains of despair. it is you in your true essence. the pursuit
is internal, and related to issues of self-respect.
my dad seems to say you are free of concerns ? my heavenly father, to be
sure. it is true, lasting peace that awaits your planet, and the relieving
of pain and pressure is near. those who transgress these concerns can again
renew the joie de vivre, or the joy of living in the now. a peaceful place
within yourself has been sought, and you are equipped with the tools
necessary to see yourself through it.
the cerebrum?s last triune is a process of healing; it is the complete
overturning of the shadow self.
i stopped dictating as staff entered to prep me for surgery. multiple
novocain shots rendered the rest of the pain nonexistent, and i watched with
interest as my inert flesh was stitched back together, completely losing my
distaste for seeing blood and the innards of the hand. i was out (and sober)
by 8:30 and proceeded to have incredible, grinding nausea and relentless dry
heaves from the narcotics for the entire rest of the day, finally gaining
enough control to eat applesauce by late evening. that was the last pain
medication of any kind that i took. a pressure bandage was applied in the er
that caused an almost unbearable, constant pain and lack of circulation in
my hand and forearm for all of saturday and sunday, which seemed almost
eternal. pushing my three exposed fingers back a few inches and / or
spreading them on the headboard of the bed seemed to be the finest source of
pleasure i had ever known, such was the stiffness and pain they felt. then
on monday i went to the nerve surgeon for intake, and the surgery was
scheduled for wednesday. thankfully, a far more merciful bandage was
replaced after he inspected the damage, allowing my drugless recovery
process a reprieve.
i then had to face my own symbolic ?death? of going unconscious with
anaesthesia for the first time in my life. the night before, i rented ?2010?
which reminded me of where the earth is headed. there was some concern over
whether he could just sew the nerve back together or ?borrow? some fiber
from my upper arm, which would have created a new wound three times bigger
than the one i already had. i was able to coordinate rides for each needed
trip, and went in unafraid. the iv went in without any trouble or pain. then
they gave me a drug that would supposedly make me forget the whole thing,
and in a matter of six seconds i got the classic ?swimming-pool vision?
effect. next thing i know, i was in the same pre-op room, in the same chair,
had a giant, heavy white cast on my right forearm that completely
immobilized everything but my thumb, and felt like i had just awakened from
twelve solid hours of deep sleep. thankfully, he was able to reattach the
severed superficial artery and digital pinky nerve without borrowing more,
which eventually priced out the entire injury episode at ~4g. i now type
with my left fingers in standard position and a modified toothbrush with
duct tape covering for the right half. the cast will be removed on dec. 31,
and i appear to have had a near-100% recovery of nerve sensation already.
one week prior to this, for the third time since 1996 i again had a house
within 150 feet of me burn down and we were forced to evacuate for a while
due to smoke. (at least five dreams had foretold of this in advance, and i
may prepare a report when i can write easily again.) similar to the
circumstances surrounding my first encounter with ?seth speaks? in dec. 1996
and my discovery of the galactic constant in jan 2000, this fire was within
less than 48 hours of an immense burst of inspiration ? in this case a new
vision for my book projects having crystallized with great excitement (see
below.) then, two days before the glass broke, we had a strange breakage of
the spray hose nozzle in the kitchen sink, which somehow caused the entire
arrangement to lose water pressure. so the metaphor clearly seemed to be,
?too much fire and not enough water,? and then this accident happened while
i was working late on writing.
i do claim responsibility for having created this laceration in a higher
sense, through allowing myself to cut off my time and feelings from close
relations in my continuing self-sacrificing effort to make my scientific
publications in progress as exemplary as possible. clearly now a greater
balance must be struck between work and family, both local and extended.
ironically, this came only days after i had crystallized the vision for a
final new book in the form of a complete outline. convergence iii will still
be finished, but it will be immediately followed by an entirely new project
that i have termed ?the divine cosmos.? once again, research breakthroughs
have been made (mostly through investigation of russian physics) that are so
significant that if the previous book were to be rewritten, it would be
utterly gutted and altered to become little of what it once was. the new
book will be more concise, focus less on antigrav / free energy technology
and more on cosmology, and draw more heavily upon references so that each
point does not have to be fully explicated. the higher forces are extremely
pleased with the new vision and feel that it will be far superior to all
previous efforts.
after the holidays and concomitant close social activity i am set to go into
?isolation mode? and hopefully get the whole lot of projects finished by the
end of january. any help as we reach this final stretch will be appreciated,
as i have continued to postpone all client readings for the last 14 months ?
and thus have been living at subsistence / poverty level through donations
of a small group of monthly supporters, with almost total focus on research
data gathering and compilation for the scientific books. i haven?t
complained about it, but now i see that my lifestyle has affected others and
i need to put the research / scientific writing phase behind me as soon as i
can.
if you are interested in helping this site blossom to unimaginable new life
within the next two months, please send a donation at the following address.
please do not send advance or partial payments for readings if you are on
the waiting list, and know that these donations will have no effect on
anyone?s wait-listed positions.
david wilcock
p.o. box 1439
virginia beach, va 23451
thank you for your continuing support and enthusiasm for this work, as i am
doing the very best i can to release this new material for you and the many
others free of charge, regardless of the blood, sweat, tears or hand ? i ?
capped typing required to get the job done. i am very excited at the idea of
actually finishing these projects soon, and know you can relate. peace be
with you.
personal update 12/20/01:
blood, fire and transformation
by david wilcock
sometimes the fragile world of the personal collides with the global in very
direct ways ? and staying on the ?cutting edge? of new thought can have
quite literal implications. on dec. 1, 2001 at 4:35 am, after working late,
i slipped on the kitchen floor with an empty water glass in my hand and
caught it on the countertop, causing it to shatter. i suffered two
lacerations to the upper palm of my right hand, both perpendicular to the
fingers, one on the thumb mount and the more significant one under the right
pinky at about 6mm depth and 2.5 cm length. amazingly there was no tendon
damage, no glass fragments and the cuts were very straight and symmetrical,
though i did sever a nerve and superficial artery to the pinky. i definitely
screamed at first, and while running into my room in a panic, i
unintentionally shed blood on my printed copy of ?convergence iii? as well
as o. crane?s ?central oscillator and the space-time medium,? but
surprisingly not on the carpet next to them. even in my agitated state i
could see that meaningful messages were being given. as we left the house
with my hand in a pressure wrap, the buddha quote ?we are what we think.
with our thoughts we make the world. speak or act with a pure mind, and
happiness will follow you as your shadow, unshakable? fell spontaneously
from the refrigerator to the floor, directly facing me amidst the scattered
dark blue glass. ironically, the clock in the car said ?4:44? as soon as we
turned on the ignition to drive to the er, which had an immediate calming
effect on me. yup, another planned catalyst of extreme nature was in the
works ? and i wondered about what upcoming major world events this might be
related to.
by the time i was there, circa 6 minutes, i was completely back to my normal
personality, telling jokes and even helping wheel the woman ahead of me in
for treatment using my left hand and right elbow. the synchronicity
continued as the doctor told me that it was a full moon night and i was the
third person to have almost the exact same accident and hand injury ? which
they admitted was ?bizarre.? (that would explain why the twentysomethings in
the waiting room were so squeamish about my injury. it was just our three
hand parties, the woman in the chair and an elderly couple. ?yeah, it?s
pretty nasty, you gotta hand it to me for that,? i told them and laughed as
they studied my toweled mass in horror.) apparently the other two guys had
more severe trauma than i, (one of whom was in the room directly next to
me,) so i was the ?luckiest? of the three. ah, the beautiful science of
cycles? ?i guess that makes me the hundredth monkey, doesn?t it? man, i
should stick to just washing rice in my hand from now on.? it dawned on me
that this would be the most expensive healing session that i would likely
ever have, so i wanted to make the most of it, and the staff was
exceptionally responsive to my cavalier comedy. i was delighted to find that
after repeated experience with dr. izumoto?s at-times shudderingly brutal
acupuncture treatments, the wounds and needle sticks that would supposedly
?hurt? did not ? so i told the nurses in a thick accent, ?ah, you should go
to japan. great needle technique.?
after initial resistance, i ended up accepting two narcotic pills to ?calm?
me for surgery, and went into my first drug experience in nine years. ?this
is what they?d call a ?free ride? in alcoholics anonymous,? i quipped, as i
wasn?t about to claim it as a relapse. from there on, everything got very
bizarre, my humor more daring and brash, and i felt the most magnificent
inspiration from studying the fluorescent lights above me. while waiting in
this altered state, i effortlessly slipped into a very deep trance and
dictated the following psychic reading at an extremely slow speed, while
someone wrote it down:
the one with the most soul music wins. this music defies consideration; it
relieves the pains of despair. it is you in your true essence. the pursuit
is internal, and related to issues of self-respect.
my dad seems to say you are free of concerns ? my heavenly father, to be
sure. it is true, lasting peace that awaits your planet, and the relieving
of pain and pressure is near. those who transgress these concerns can again
renew the joie de vivre, or the joy of living in the now. a peaceful place
within yourself has been sought, and you are equipped with the tools
necessary to see yourself through it.
the cerebrum?s last triune is a process of healing; it is the complete
overturning of the shadow self.
i stopped dictating as staff entered to prep me for surgery. multiple
novocain shots rendered the rest of the pain nonexistent, and i watched with
interest as my inert flesh was stitched back together, completely losing my
distaste for seeing blood and the innards of the hand. i was out (and sober)
by 8:30 and proceeded to have incredible, grinding nausea and relentless dry
heaves from the narcotics for the entire rest of the day, finally gaining
enough control to eat applesauce by late evening. that was the last pain
medication of any kind that i took. a pressure bandage was applied in the er
that caused an almost unbearable, constant pain and lack of circulation in
my hand and forearm for all of saturday and sunday, which seemed almost
eternal. pushing my three exposed fingers back a few inches and / or
spreading them on the headboard of the bed seemed to be the finest source of
pleasure i had ever known, such was the stiffness and pain they felt. then
on monday i went to the nerve surgeon for intake, and the surgery was
scheduled for wednesday. thankfully, a far more merciful bandage was
replaced after he inspected the damage, allowing my drugless recovery
process a reprieve.
i then had to face my own symbolic ?death? of going unconscious with
anaesthesia for the first time in my life. the night before, i rented ?2010?
which reminded me of where the earth is headed. there was some concern over
whether he could just sew the nerve back together or ?borrow? some fiber
from my upper arm, which would have created a new wound three times bigger
than the one i already had. i was able to coordinate rides for each needed
trip, and went in unafraid. the iv went in without any trouble or pain. then
they gave me a drug that would supposedly make me forget the whole thing,
and in a matter of six seconds i got the classic ?swimming-pool vision?
effect. next thing i know, i was in the same pre-op room, in the same chair,
had a giant, heavy white cast on my right forearm that completely
immobilized everything but my thumb, and felt like i had just awakened from
twelve solid hours of deep sleep. thankfully, he was able to reattach the
severed superficial artery and digital pinky nerve without borrowing more,
which eventually priced out the entire injury episode at ~4g. i now type
with my left fingers in standard position and a modified toothbrush with
duct tape covering for the right half. the cast will be removed on dec. 31,
and i appear to have had a near-100% recovery of nerve sensation already.
one week prior to this, for the third time since 1996 i again had a house
within 150 feet of me burn down and we were forced to evacuate for a while
due to smoke. (at least five dreams had foretold of this in advance, and i
may prepare a report when i can write easily again.) similar to the
circumstances surrounding my first encounter with ?seth speaks? in dec. 1996
and my discovery of the galactic constant in jan 2000, this fire was within
less than 48 hours of an immense burst of inspiration ? in this case a new
vision for my book projects having crystallized with great excitement (see
below.) then, two days before the glass broke, we had a strange breakage of
the spray hose nozzle in the kitchen sink, which somehow caused the entire
arrangement to lose water pressure. so the metaphor clearly seemed to be,
?too much fire and not enough water,? and then this accident happened while
i was working late on writing.
i do claim responsibility for having created this laceration in a higher
sense, through allowing myself to cut off my time and feelings from close
relations in my continuing self-sacrificing effort to make my scientific
publications in progress as exemplary as possible. clearly now a greater
balance must be struck between work and family, both local and extended.
ironically, this came only days after i had crystallized the vision for a
final new book in the form of a complete outline. convergence iii will still
be finished, but it will be immediately followed by an entirely new project
that i have termed ?the divine cosmos.? once again, research breakthroughs
have been made (mostly through investigation of russian physics) that are so
significant that if the previous book were to be rewritten, it would be
utterly gutted and altered to become little of what it once was. the new
book will be more concise, focus less on antigrav / free energy technology
and more on cosmology, and draw more heavily upon references so that each
point does not have to be fully explicated. the higher forces are extremely
pleased with the new vision and feel that it will be far superior to all
previous efforts.
after the holidays and concomitant close social activity i am set to go into
?isolation mode? and hopefully get the whole lot of projects finished by the
end of january. any help as we reach this final stretch will be appreciated,
as i have continued to postpone all client readings for the last 14 months ?
and thus have been living at subsistence / poverty level through donations
of a small group of monthly supporters, with almost total focus on research
data gathering and compilation for the scientific books. i haven?t
complained about it, but now i see that my lifestyle has affected others and
i need to put the research / scientific writing phase behind me as soon as i
can.
if you are interested in helping this site blossom to unimaginable new life
within the next two months, please send a donation at the following address.
please do not send advance or partial payments for readings if you are on
the waiting list, and know that these donations will have no effect on
anyone?s wait-listed positions.
david wilcock
p.o. box 1439
virginia beach, va 23451
thank you for your continuing support and enthusiasm for this work, as i am
doing the very best i can to release this new material for you and the many
others free of charge, regardless of the blood, sweat, tears or hand ? i ?
capped typing required to get the job done. i am very excited at the idea of
actually finishing these projects soon, and know you can relate. peace be
with you.