STRANGER THAN FICTION
As I continued to get older and grow spiritually, I started to remember glimmers of the "mission" that I had been given. The memories would come bursting into my mind and demand that I do something about them.
I was also struggling with drug addiction, trying to sort out how it fit in with the life that I always felt I was meant to lead. As a result of this, I wrote an entire short novel by hand into two full spiral-bound notebooks while still a senior in high school.
Both the good and the bad parts of my personality clearly emerged in the story. Obviously, as we will see, the main character Harry was a slightly exaggerated account of myself and how I was feeling based on my experiences.
What I didn't realize when I first wrote the story was that John, the main non-physical character in the story, was the subconscious emergence of myself as Grandfather on the written page.
I have taken a small degree of dramatic license to "upgrade" the story here and there to reveal John's true identity and to make the story fit with my more recent findings regarding Ascension, although I have tried to preserve the original content as much as possible.
I did change the last scene somewhat as well, combining together the data from what were originally two different portions in the book.
Most importantly, I have also changed the wording to a first-person orientation, to make it clear to the reader that I was really writing about myself and my bizarre psychedelic experiences.
As we will see, the experiences of this fantasy character obviously went far beyond my own events in waking life.
"CRAZY HARRY: AN ADVENTURE IN SEVEN DIMENSIONS"
by David Wilcock
PART ONE: HARRY
My breath was fast and hoarse. I had a headache that was like a drill boring into my temples. I ran as fast as I had ever ran before. No. I ran even faster. My heart was beating like a jackhammer.
I was lost in a bizarre-looking factory. I was being chased. Where could I go? How could I possibly escape this terrible pursuer? I couldn't remember how I had gotten here. My breath came out in harsh gasps.
I felt every muscle scream out in protest. My chest burned like a hot iron, an anvil pressing into it. I looked around, trying to find a way out, but I could see nothing. Stacks of boxes. Steam. Long, metallic walls stretching far up.
Strange-looking pipes of different sizes stretching endlessly along the walls. Sweat was dripping down my face. Into my eyes. I ran faster still. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a large, mechanical-looking device, mounted on a pedestal.
Smeary image, but familiar. Something common, like something I had seen before, large, mechanical, something like...
(an engine, my inner voice quietly informed me)
I ran towards the large, strange-looking object, with its brightly shining chrome and curious, spiraling pipes and ripples. There had to be something else nearby, a full vehicle, if I was now seeing this. Something.
I could get out if I had a vehicle. Outrun the bastard that was chasing me. What could I do? I ran past the engine, leaving my hopes along with it. I could hear the fierce sounds of running footsteps behind me. I could tell the difference between my own sound and that of my pursuer.
Clak- clak- clak- clak, went my feet. Behind me there was another sound. Chok - chok - chok - chok. It sounded familiar, like a horse zooming past at a race. Like the sounds of hooves. The thought made me run with even more persistence. Hooves. Like a terrible beast chasing behind me.
(beast, you've definitely got that right, run, if you know what's good for you)
What kind of beast was this? It had the same fast, persuasive, two step rhythmic sounds as mine. That means (two feet, two hooves, two horns?)
(some kind of beast)
(the beast, there's a devil of an idea, running from the beast, running from the devil)
Oh, my God, not this! Anything but this! The sudden realization of the nature of my pursuer made me feel suddenly lightheaded. I looked ahead of myself, but spots of my image were blacking out, as if some robotic electrician had gotten into my mind and had started pulling out all the fuses.
My body pitched forward and my hands shot out. My feet faltered, and I barely caught myself, desperately trying to keep on running. My brain surged, knowing that I was doomed to fail. Running to stay alive.
Running. Running hard - my breath hoarse, chest screaming, legs tearing apart. Gasping for every breath and receiving no air. Running like a tiny mouse, hotly pursued by the ferocious cat.
I looked down the corridor. It ended about thirty yards ahead of me. Veered off to the left. My brain was stinging. I was drenched with sweat.
The corridor, turning left not ten yards now, was clearly in sight. I was running as hard as I could. My mind raced with panic. I felt my legs beginning to give. Corner. Turn the corner and try to keep...
WHAM! Dead stop.
Clenched. Motion ceased.
I felt my arms being grappled on both sides with the strength of a vise. All I could see was red. Red, like a smooth velvet sheet spread over rounded boulders. Boulders contorted like muscle. Red skin. Muscular chest. Right in front of my face.
Grabbed. No longer running. Locked into a grip by terrible, strong hands.
Claws on the hands. Claws digging into my skin.
I started screaming, a sound that pierced through the dreadful laughter that I couldn't even hear. It was over. I was caught. Life in hell, dragged down into the terrible abyss...
I jerked awake, with a shout, my heart beating furiously. Cold sweat. I frantically looked around, still panting and thinking I was on the run, and realized that I was in my room; it was only a dream.
As I desired to return to feeling normal again, I quickly realized that the terrible reality that had become my life was still unchanged.
Though I never could have imagined that I would become like this, I had to admit that was, in a sense, stuck between dimensions.
There was nothing conveniently human left about me, as I could now see the nonphysical worlds as easily as the one that I used to simply call "reality."
My physical world now seemed much less solid, appearing to be made up of interference patterns of rippling, hazy waves of energy. In addition, every single one of my five senses was enhanced dramatically.
The sound of a telephone ringing was now louder than being next to a screaming freight train, and I had long since taken care of that problem by yanking it out of the wall. I also had to unplug almost all of the electronic devices in my house, as I could now hear the humming noises of the currents passing through them.
It was not very pleasant, to say the least. I really wanted to go outside, but I was scared to death to interact with the physical world in this condition.
My thoughts were now racing at a speed unimaginable in the past, and just to look at one familiar object around the house would trigger a million different analyses at lightning speed.
All at once, I would think how it was built, where it was built, what materials were used, what the most common uses of it would be, what value it would have to others were I to trade it, what colors I could paint it to make it look differently, what would happen to it were I to throw it out the window and smash it on the ground.
The tiniest noises of my own chewing or walking were now amplified to a roar, so I tried not to move around very much and had to force myself to eat in order to get anything down. The brighter-colored objects in my apartment were now so visually intense and distinct that it would hurt my eyes to look at them, so I had tried to cover up anything that caused me this discomfort.
My physical body now felt like a spiraling, flowing column of energy, and there were even times where I briefly saw my hands or arms becoming transparent. I tried as hard as I could to dismiss these experiences, but no matter what I did, they simply would not cease. I strongly feared for my sanity.
Furthermore, in the midst of this new world, I realized that I was by no means alone. I could easily perceive many different luminescent beings that seemed to exist all around me, yet were invisible to others.
Many of these beings were malevolent and demonic, and I had no idea how to get rid of them. They seemed to be watching me, taunting me, well aware of my new predicament and of the fact that I could see them. I was unnerved by their presence and longed for a way to make them invisible again.
I had taken two weeks off from work before all of this had started, and now my vacation had expired, and I would have to re-enter the real world, just as I was. I honestly didn't know whether I would be able to do it.
I was able to collect my thoughts enough to regain stability and appear to be normal around others, as I had learned that I could slow my mind down to a certain degree if I tried. Yet, all the information and visions continued to spiral and flow around me, and the world was teeming with entities.
I laughed to myself in desperation at the amazing problem that I imminently faced. How could I have known that if my wish was granted, it would become such terror? These questions had been plaguing me like a disease.
Why couldn't I have wished for something better? A billion dollars. Fame. Anything. Ten more wishes! If I could only go back to that miraculous day again, and somehow change what had happened.
Though it was but a few short weeks ago, it seemed like an eternity. The picture hung vividly in my mind as I again thought back to it.
On a warm spring day, I had received a phone call from my old college buddy Ray, who had just returned from several years of graduate-level anthropology fieldwork in Mexico.
I was entranced to hear that Ray had discovered a bizarre, brain-shaped cactus that apparently had very powerful psychedelic qualities, and had been used by a small indigenous band of shamans, or medicine men, who he had been working with.
Many years ago, the cacti had appeared overnight in a large, blackened crater that appeared in the desert sands, and several members of the tribe had seen a bright light plummeting to earth the night before.
Though the cacti had long ago been safely hidden away and cultivated, Ray had earned the honor of being given one of the sacred plants, through his deep involvement with the tribesmen. He had somehow managed to smuggle it through customs unseen, and bring it back to America.
The shamans had warned Ray that the cactus was very powerful, and should only be taken by those of iron-strong will. Since I was eager to try new things to expand my consciousness, I was delighted that Ray had offered to serve as my guide to embark on this adventure.
The initial idea was that we would take turns, one person staying focused and sober in order to guide the experience of the other. Since Ray had already done it before with the medicine men, I got to go first.
There in Ray's spacious backyard forest, he handed me a piece of the cactus that he had just cut off with his pocketknife. The sounds of the birds echoed through the trees as he told me to just bite down and try to chew as much of it as I could.
I popped it into my mouth and bit down, and it tasted horribly bad, like the feeling you get on your tongue when you taste-test the terminals on a nine-volt battery. Soon after the sharp-tasting juice had hit my tongue, I had a highly profound and unusual experience.
I found myself floating out of my body, and I had entered some sort of gray area. To my great surprise, a being of Light had appeared, and it had identified itself as the wish-giver.
I was asked by this being what I wanted more than anything else in the world.
Of course, the typical things entered into my mind, such as money and wealth, but that wasn't enough. More than anything else, I wanted true knowledge, which would then give me something rarely, if ever, attained by anyone else on the planet. In my undying curiosity, I asked that I become conscious of all true reality, both physical and spiritual.
I had good reason to do so. The problems and paradoxes of things like the UFO phenomenon, ghosts, psychic phenomena and the paranormal had become almost a daily obsession for me over the years, and I ached for the answers.
There was just so much out there that I knew I did not understand, and my heart burned for it. Obviously, somebody knew all about it, and I wanted to be that somebody.
It seemed to be the ultimate idea; no matter what the government was hiding about alien spacecraft, no matter what the mystery, I could see it through to its core. How could I have ever possibly known what to expect? Couldn't I see the signs earlier? How could I have possibly known exactly what reality really was?
I bit at the nail on my index finger. I could already hear the shuffling noises of the spirits. I must have aroused them with all of my screaming from the dream. I stared up at the ceiling. My life had gotten so maddeningly complicated; nothing worked according to tradition anymore. I couldn't take reality for granted; it was like I was an alien in my own body.
I could hardly stand it. I was beginning to break down. My dreams were so much worse - I had to sleep, to escape the world, but I would only enter a new one, where anything could happen and I could expect nightmares of the most hideously cruel kinds.
As I stared at the ceiling, embedded in my own thoughts, the curious spiral patterns of stucco began to flow, spin around, and change shape. Bizarre image fluctuations such as this were one of my first observations after acquiring the damnable ability.
Nothing was really a solid object. The plane of existence that I used to live on was such a shallow one. Solid objects could be trusted as solid, and they wouldn't move or disappear, as was all too common now.
I sat up, and the bedsprings exploded into sound under me. A figure that was peering out from behind my closet door whisked out of sight. "I'll never be safe now," I thought to myself, grabbing my face with both hands and shaking my head in despair.
I stood up and stretched, noticing that the peculiar egg-shaped aura of light surrounding my body was glowing differently than its usual light, healthy color. There was a sinister flood of swirling darkness around my stomach. I was wildly hungry.
As I picked my pants up off the floor, a small creature vaulted off of them and ran out of sight.
"GOD DAMN YOU!" I shouted. Well, I thought to myself, God already has. Everything ultimately boils down to a question of balance. For all that exists which is good, there is evil; for every yin, there will always be a yang, and that is the nature of the Universe.
Who could tell how many people's lives were secretly being tormented by these little gremlins? The only difference with me was that now I could see them, and their existence was no longer a secret. They were so curious - almost too curious. And they were seemingly everywhere.
Putting on my shirt, I noticed one of the little dogfaced atrocities peering at me from behind a shelf. Enraged, I picked up a baseball lying on the floor and hurled it at the little beast. It was a bad throw and I missed, and all I could hear was a high-pitched snickering that pricked up the hackles on the back of my neck.
I put a hand to my cold, sweating forehead. I cursed myself, again asking "Why did I ever want to know what reality was?" I was almost sure there was no turning back. Although only two weeks had gone by since my visions first started, it seemed more like two years, perhaps even two centuries.
The past two weeks were like a dismal nightmare that I simply could not wake up or hide from.
I had a career to manage, people to talk to, and responsibility. The actual importance of all these things was beginning to dwindle. Just keeping sane around other people was becoming enough of a problem for me.
The thought of going back to work had gripped me with a very real new fear. I had been doing my best to keep afloat, but I felt like my life was closing in on me from all sides.
I buckled my belt. Taking a deep breath, I began walk to my bathroom. I opened up my bedroom door. On the first day, this was when I truly felt psychotic.
I slowly closed the bedroom door, making sure that I was ever-so quiet. Gingerly, I let the bolt slide back home into the door frame. I wasn't about to attract attention, and did not enjoy the cataclysmic blasting noise of a door closing.
I shot a quick glance down the hall. There it was, halfway down the hall on the left, that leafy monstrosity. It was a big plant, one that I had been taken care of daily for several years. I looked at the pretty, multi-colored aura that surrounded it with slight awe. I would never have known before that plants were so alive.
"Hi, Harry," the plant said. "How are you this morning?"
"Oh, fine, I'm just fine," I said.
"Is that so? Come on, now, Harry, you can't fool me. I can tell that you are definitely being troubled by something. What's on your mind?"
"These damn plants know so much," I thought to myself.
"Well, we don't know everything," the plant said, "but if you had to sit in one place all your life doing nothing, you'd become pretty interested in the people you lived with too."
"I hear ya, but I'm not used to counting a plant as a â€˜person I live with.' You never used to say anything!"
"At least now you're lucky enough to be able to talk with someone who has known you for many years. That's more than you can say for most of your friends."
"Yeah, I guess you've got a point there," I admitted.
"So come on, now, Harry, something is plaguing your thoughts. You'll feel better if you can get it off your chest. What's been bothering you?"
"Well," I said, "I guess you're right. I actually am upset. I can't handle this world anymore. Everything about my life before these last few weeks seemed so much easier to get through. Even if I was loaded with work, or struggling with a deadline, it couldn't match up to the minute-by-minute struggle that I have to fight now just to stay sane-looking."
"Yes, I imagine that in your case that could prove to be quite difficult," the plant said. "What exactly has been causing you so much grief?"
"There's just too damn many of these negative, obnoxious life forms on this world. I can't seem to go anywhere without seeing demons and hearing things talking to me or talking amongst themselves. I used to think that the forest was quiet - but now it seems that I can never truly be alone anywhere."
"Well, that doesn't mean you should have a negative response," the plant said. "There's always something around to talk to, and I would think that should be a great comfort, as you can no longer suffer in the prison of your own private thoughts."
"If the loneliness was all it was, I would be all right," I said, not really listening to the plant's point. "But the real problem is the company itself! I'm so caught up in the spirit world, I can hardly make any time to talk to real people! Every time I see the negative ones, I feel like they're watching me, plotting against me or something. Who knows what the little buggers could do if they banded together?"
"Well," the plant said, "the truth is that in the spirit world, there is always a balance that can be reached between good and evil. [11:11 p.m. 3/30/99.] You should concentrate more on the good spirits than the evil ones. We are here for you, and we can guide you through your troubles."
"Thank you," I said. "Look, I do like to talk, but I have to get ready for work. I think I must have still been dreaming when my alarm went off.
That damn clock is one of the last things that I haven't unplugged yet. Going through that dream was like being trapped inside my own mind. I don't know which is worse - being awake or dreaming! I can hardly tell the difference now.
That's what's so damn scary. I really thought with all my soul that I was going to be dragged down into hell this morning. And then I wake up to find that I barely have enough time to shower and leave!"
"Yeah, I can imagine how that type of thing can torment you. You'd better get going if you want to make it. Just remember that someone's always there to talk to you who can help you. You should never try to weather your experiences all alone. That's when other, more powerful things can come breezing in. Just watch it, kid. Go take your shower."
"Thanks," I said, "I'll see you later." I gripped the white knob and slowly entered the bathroom, still fearful of the almost impossible experience that had happened so recently to me.
I listened to the swishing sound reverberating in my head as I brushed my teeth. I had to force myself to do it, but somehow it grounded me. I stared blankly into the black paper that I had taped over the bathroom mirror out of sheer terror.
This was one of my most frightening problems: it seemed that mirrors were some sort of gateway into an entirely different universe, sometimes called the Beyond, where what few physical laws I could still grasp on Earth did not seem to apply at all. From what I could gather, the Beyond was the flip side of physical reality.
It was a dark place, entirely made up of pulsating blue energy currents. Though the physical world was still visible in the Beyond, all the objects would appear to be nothing more than luminescent shadow projections. It seemed that when any entities traveled in my own world, it was rather slow and laborious, but on the other side of the mirror, they could get around quite easily.
I often wondered about what I might see or experience over there, and I was scared to death of it. I was already powerfully affected by what I had seen just within my own space, and I somehow knew that not even those rules applied in the Beyond.
Anything living in any dimension could be reached through this gateway, and to enter the earth and become visible to me, interdimensional spirits needed only find a large enough mirror. Even the surfaces of puddles and lakes could be used if the skin was calm and undisturbed.
Now that I could see them and could no longer doubt that they were real, I was petrified at the thought of being near one of these portals, as I was well aware that in my new body, they could drag me in if I was not careful.
I felt a chill rolling onto my nerves. It was only a week ago that I had made the discovery, there in the bathroom as I was brushing my teeth. I had been watching the strange energetic ripples that I could now see over my face in the mirror as I scrubbed away, and I tipped my head down to spit out the thick, minty foam.
When I brought it back up, I almost choked on the remaining toothpaste, as there in the mirror, standing directly behind me, was the flat image of a jet-black hooded figure that seemed to curve inward around its edges!
I could make out nothing except the outline, but what was so frightening was that it was as if the form itself was some sort of vortex in space and time that threatened to suck me into it! This was no ordinary "lower astral," this was something far more powerful and menacing.
I felt as though the ground itself had dropped out from under me, and instinctively my hands gripped for the side of the sink, the toothbrush uselessly flying off to the right.
Spit and foam vaulted off of my lips as I spun around to face the vortex, and nothing was there, nothing except a curious pressure in my chest and a feeling of cold air. Slightly relaxing, I turned back around to face the mirror, only to find that the same figure was still there.
Adrenaline kicked into high gear, my nerves zapping with electric fire, and my heart strained under the pressure, feeling very heavy as my mind was abruptly pulled far away, time slowing down to an eternity.
Even though I knew that it was a glass mirror, in desperation I instinctively tried to punch the image and close the doorway; the condition of my fist afterwards would matter little to me, as long as I destroyed the horrible menace.
With great force, I drew back and threw the punch. My adrenaline turned to a dizzying, stomach-churning nausea as my arm plunged deeply into the mirror, without breaking it, all the way up to the shoulder.
To my shock, it behaved as though it were nothing more than a thin membrane leading into somewhere else! I desperately tried to free my hand, and an ice so cold that it burned seemed to be drawing me in further and further into the vortex in sharp tugs, at times bringing me in almost up to my neck.
I trembled uncontrollably as tears streamed out of my traumatized face, and I cried pathetically, like a young child, with a surprisingly high pitch. The harder I cried, struggled and fought, the deeper I got sucked in, and I desperately positioned my foot next to the mirror to stop myself from entering it all the way.
Without warning, my screaming noise suddenly stopped for a split second, and in the fleeting gap, an image appeared in my mind, nothing more than a sudden flash. I couldn't quite make it out, but it was a very bright light.
It appeared to be in the form of a tall, luminescent man wearing a robe. My screaming noise came back loudly, seemingly uninterrupted as I struggled and cried with the fearsome vortex, and then suddenly, the halting flash came again. Then again. And again.
Each time, it was a little bit longer, the image slightly clearer. In desperation, I tried to focus on this, as this apparition seemed curiously calm about the whole thing that was happening to me. As I honed in on the image, a part of me seemed to be transported there, and a deep, sonorous and reverberating voice emerged in my mind.
"Send love to him, send love with all your might, and he cannot hurt you."
Quickened by the possibility of a solution, I felt a deep power surging within me. Somehow, the robed being was apparently guiding me through this hellish experience.
Through a profound inner knowing, I could feel that all the love I had ever experienced was building together to a critical mass, and as this force welled up inside of me, the chaotic struggle faded into the background, my physical body still tossing and turning.
I was cool and crystal blue as the power welled up, deeper, deeper, more and more powerfully, soaring upward, until it threatened to expand me beyond my own limits. I tried to assemble the energy into a single point in my forehead, and then with a great shout of the word NO, I blasted it directly into the image.
Instantaneously, the room filled with a blinding white light, and the gripping pressure was suddenly released. My body was tossed wildly back from the sheer force of the incredible effort that I had been making.
I spun back, unable to grab onto anything, and landed on top of my laundry basket, smacking into it with a hearty thump. It really hurt my back to land there, but that was the last thing on my mind. I had to get the hell out of there, and that's exactly what I did. Stumbling backwards, I ran out of the bathroom screaming, almost tripping on my bathrobe on the way out.
This frightening event had given me a very strong fear of mirrors. I wondered what would have happened and where I would have gone if I had been dragged in by the fearsome image. This paranoia had caused me to tape up all my mirrors with black cloth or paper, so nothing could come after me.
Everything seemed to be fine when the mirror was actually covered, as I discovered that I could put my hand on the surface and it wouldn't go through.
Despite the renewing warmth of my shower, I could not help but feel paranoid from my bad memories. I had almost blocked out the luminous robed being, and the solution that it gave, clinging instead to the sheer carnal fear of any further attack.
I had no idea whether the "love" trick would work again, or whether the force would be there to assist me when I needed it. In short, I didn't trust the experience. So many new and shattering things were becoming known to me that I could hardly organize them into any logical framework. My response was raw, unrelenting paranoia.
Standing at the bathroom sink, I combed my hair and shaved my face, staring into the black fibers of the thick cloth and imagining what my face would look like in the mirror. I had gotten pretty good at doing all of this bathroom-type of stuff by feel, but I couldn't help nicking myself now and then with the razor.
It was important to me to keep on shaving in the midst of all of this; my hygiene was part of what kept me feeling that I wasn't insane. When I got all finished rinsing off and drying my hair, I put on my clothes and headed downstairs.
As I descended, for a second I thought I could see bizarre patterns and maps in the dark lines of the carpeting. They looked clear, but I could make no sense out of them.
"Well, if this is reality, I guess I've still got a lot left to learn," I said, out loud to the walls.
"Yes," an unseen voice replied, "you sure do."
I jumped in fright at the sound of the voice. It was the ghost who shared the house with me, named John. John had lived in my house for thirteen years of his life, before he died of a sudden heart attack.
It was said that John had considerably decayed afterwards, because he had lived alone and was only found by the meter maid several weeks after his death! Unfortunately, his death was an incomplete one, in that he left unfinished business on Earth.
Because he felt an obligation to not detach himself from the material world, he had remained in his old house, existing as a spirit. He never quite explained to me what this obligation was. It certainly had freaked him out to walk around his house like everything was fine, then go into the room where his body was slowly decaying and observe his remains.
John had gained the power to move about in other dimensions, but this was in no way a complete attainment of spiritual advancement.
Later, I would learn that he was not yet able to achieve cosmic consciousness. That was the point where a spirit has learned enough to achieve the gift of merging with the One. It would then spread out evenly among the entire universe and its parallel neighbors, becoming conscious of everything there is to know, and having an active role in the creation of entire new dimensions of existence.
So, John tried as best he could to enjoy himself, always looking for a way out, so he could achieve freedom. He silently knew that I was the way out, and in a sense, it frustrated him. I, of course, had no idea about any of this at the time either.
I tried not to show my sudden rush of fear when John spoke to me. "Hey, John," I said. It had taken me a while to be able to deal with John. I had never been around a ghost before, and my initial reactions were of sheer terror.
I had been able to deal with the situation pretty well, though, for I had realized that the ghost was essentially a pretty cool guy who was simply at a different stage in his spiritual development from my own.
"So, Harry, how are you holding up?" John asked me.
"Well, I guess I'm alright, besides the fact that I'm starving to death."
"Come on now," John said to me. "Something's going on. I saw how jumpy you were when I said hello to you just now."
"Well, I guess you could say that this whole thing is really freaking me out," I said, quite honestly. "I mean, it's so much more than I ever thought I'd have to put up with. Everything seems to be falling in on me from all sides, and there's not a damn thing I can do to stop it."
This statement caused John to think deeply as he and I walked into the kitchen. As I reached for the breakfast cereal drawer, John began to speak again. "I don't know if you're really all that powerless," he started.
"You know, every person is the charioteer of their own vehicle of destiny. You can do anything you want to do if you just believe in yourself. I only wish I had learned my lesson while there was still time. It's not all that hard to be successful in life - you merely have to believe in your own strength, and you have to have the willpower and determination to succeed."
I had pulled out a cereal bowl and a spoon from my cabinets and drawers. The cereal box was open, and I began pouring it into the bowl. I looked into John's eyes, listening with such fascination that I didn't even notice that the Rice Chex were spilling onto the table.
"Hey, watch yourself," John said. I looked down and realized what I had been doing.
"Oh, shit!" I shouted.
"Relax, it's only cereal," John said. "You've got to stop being so worried about everything. Just dump the cereal into the bowl.
Try to remember that you were imbued with incredible new abilities at the same time that you were weakened by what you saw. You can make things work out the way you want them to. Just think about it - you have an ability that no other living human on Earth possesses, as far as you know.
If you start using it to your advantage, the results could be fabulous. I think you should just abandon your fears and come through the mirror with me. I guarantee that you will see people and places that are more fascinating than anything you could have ever imagined."
"Come on now, I said I'm not ready for that. Stop trying to pressure me, man! If I feel ready, maybe someday I'll do it. It's just far too outrageous for me to even think about it right now. I have no idea what to expect. Isn't that where all the lower-level creatures live?"
As John began speaking again, I set in to hungrily devouring my breakfast cereal. My mind raged with that good old late-to-work paranoid feeling, and in a sense, being paranoid about something concretely physical was a great relief.
"Don't worry about those creatures. Usually they don't have any beef with me. If they do, I know how to handle it. You see, our spirits are considerably higher than theirs in terms of the vibrational level. That means that we can jump from dimension to dimension much quicker than they can. We can literally outrun them through various levels of time and space."
I then exclaimed, with my mouth full, the following: "Well, that's great for you, but what about me? If that apparition had dragged me into the mirror, there's no guarantee that my soul wouldn't have become anything more than power food now."
"Don't worry about it," John said. "I can teach you how to travel through dimensions." I chewed greedily, my teeth gnashing the crunchy Chex as I stared at John with intense awe.
He continued: "You simply have to learn what to say, and remember the names and image forms of the different dimensions. Once you know those simple things, it is easy to do what you want. You have been imbued with nearly godlike abilities, in a sense, and all you do is spend all your time sitting around and sulking."
That touched off a nerve. "What the hell do you know?" I shouted, with small droplets of milk and cereal shooting out of my lips, my eyes widening. The spoon clattered into the bowl as I made a sweeping gesture with both hands.
"You have no concept of how much all this has bothered me! I had no idea that these "powers" could be so frightening or intense. Plus, I feel like I'm constantly being pursued by demons, and that isn't exactly conducive to a happy personality," I added, with a sarcastic grin.
"I guess I see your point," John said. "It is going to take some adjustment to get you to the point where you are comfortable. And you will not be alone in this; you're just doing it a little earlier than everyone else.
All human beings have the capability to do things that they could only dream of in their regular lives. It's only through "modernization" that we lost all of these ancient spiritual teachings. The audacity of your scientists, to think that you only have access to ten percent of your brain!
The cactus you took provided one way for you to open the floodgates, and now your entire brain talks to itself in your conscious perceptions, and recognizes those other levels of vibration surrounding it. You could have done all of this without the plant, but it would probably have taken several years of dedicated effort for you to get there. At least, that is, until the vortex opens."
"What vortex?" I asked.
"Well, you see, Harry, we are heading into a time where these experiences are going to have to be handled by all of your people, whether they are ready or not. For you to go through all of this now is a blessing in disguise, for it is much easier to overcome your fears when the world around you is still largely stable.
This vortex I speak of is a window in the dimensions that is partially caused by a cycle in your Sun. It would take me a long time to explain it to you, but maybe we could try that someday, if you want.
Let's just say for now that you are a front-runner to the most fantastic experience in the history of your planet. Most other people would require tremendous effort at this point to get the same results that you are now experiencing."
"Sounds like I took a hell of a shortcut," I said, exhaling deeply, my tense muscles starting to relax.
"No doubt," John replied. "Where most people only use a very small amount of these natural abilities, you now have access to almost all of them. That gives you an incredible advantage. In time, you'll discover how fascinating it really is."
"I'm sure not very fascinated now," I said as I finished the last few Chex that were floating on top of the milk. "My life is hell, and besides that, I'm beyond late! What time is it?"
"It's almost eight," John replied. He never looked at a watch or clock.
"Oh, man, I've gotta move," I replied. I took my bowl over to the sink and dumped my milk down the drain. John spoke from behind. "Aren't you going to save any for our furry friends? I've even seen one around here that looks like a cat. Think about it - we could take â€˜em in as pets."
"Very funny," I said as I put my dishes into the dishwasher, each clink and clang a separate bomb going off in my head. "That's about the last thing I want. To hell with the little bastards."
"Come on now, you've got to at least try to accept them," John said. "If they sense your fear, they may report you back to their commander, which could attract even more attention. Then we'd really have a battle on our hands."
"I don't know," I said as I closed up the cereal box. I picked my keys up off of the table, noticing the incredible loudness of their metallic sound inside my head. "I'm not going to waste my time worrying about it. The situation is bad enough as it is."
"That's true, but still you have to try not to show fear. You really need to start taking my suggestions seriously, as there are a lot of different entities vying for your attention here."
"What a nice thought," I exclaimed. "It's bad enough that I see all the little ones - now you're telling me that this is only the tip of the iceberg. What should I do if I see something with even greater power?"
"Just pretend that you don't see him, and he probably won't notice you," John said.
"What if he does notice me?" I whined, genuinely concerned.
"Then pray," John said, "and send me a mental message of your dilemma. I'll send help your way as fast as I can."
"Well, that's reassuring," I said. I thought back to the experience in the bathroom for a brief moment, picked up the cereal box and began opening the cabinet. As it opened and the light shined within, two small, furry creatures ran off.
They had been linked together in a suggestive way, possibly sexual. It was too much for me, and suddenly I just snapped. I smashed the cereal box back in place, screaming, "GOD DAMN YOU! This is my house! I hate you bastards!"
I slammed the cabinet door closed, and it bounced against the wall and flew open again. The noise was almost unbearable, fully eight times louder than "deafening." As I looked into the open closet again, the little creatures had suddenly and mysteriously disappeared. I was hyperventilating and sweating coldly.
"Come on, come on, relax!" John said, his voice excited and the speed picking up somewhat. "You allow them to do this to you! Just ignore them."
I took a few deep breaths and slowed everything down, my voice lowering in pitch. "Yeah, you're right, my mother used to say the same thing about the bullies on the schoolyard. It was always a lot harder to actually ignore them, compared to what she made it sound like."
"Well, you've got to try; you're going to make things a lot more difficult this way."
"Yeah, great," I said. "Look, I've got to get to work now, or I could lose my job. They're not paying me to chill out at home."
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get your ass out the door!"
"All right, later," I said. I slammed the cabinet shut and headed for the door. "Take it easy."
"You should take your own advice," John replied.
"Wiseass," I mumbled as I opened the door and began walking out.
"I love you too, Harry. Have a good day at work, and try to stay clear. With your new abilities, you are going to have to remain very focused in order not to tip them off that something about you is different."
"Yeah, I know," I said. "All I can do is my best."
"That's quite a hell of a lot, especially once we really get rolling here."
"I hope you're right."
"I am right. Now get moving!"
* * *
PART TWO: JOHN
Harry walked out the door, and the invigorating feeling of freedom again belonged to me. Harry's return to work would finally allow me a good amount of time to open up one of his cloth-covered mirrors and go fool around in different dimensions. It had been far too long for me already.
"I think I'll go snag a copy of the 5D Weekly," I jokingly thought to myself, and smiled. In reality, it wasn't a newspaper at all, and as I hadn't been there in a little over two Earth weeks, it wasn't really weekly, either.
However, I did still like to play around with Earth terminology. I walked in to the living room. "Harry's a nice guy, but he is a very frustrating entity to work with," I thought to myself. "And he is still totally unaware that I am assigned to him, and of what our true mission is here.
"When the time is right, I will hopefully begin showing him around and take him through the mirror. He's still got a hell of a long way to go."
I continued my inner dialogue as I walked through the house. "It's too bad that he can't use his powers for good things. There's so much that he could do, if he would only accept his fate wholeheartedly rather than fight against it.
Why does it always seem like some of the worst personal problems are among the easiest to solve? The demons can't really do much more to him than if they were squirrels or rabbits. I just wish there was some way I could show him what he's really capable of doing for himself.
Oh well, at least I can use the powers constructively, and with the proper timing, I must teach him to do the same."
I walked into the living room. There, in the center of the room, was a large, vertical slab of dark cloth that hid one of the most majestic mirrors in the entire house. It stood regally there on the wall, as if the mirror itself knew what it was capable of and was very proud of that fact.
I stepped up to the mirror and carefully began removing the layer of electrical tape on the edge of the cloth, starting at the top left. I had to compress my fingertips into third-density reality in order to accomplish this feat. I slowly peeled it down until I had exposed a good three-quarters of the entire surface.
"I hope Harry doesn't come back," I thought to myself. "He would flip out if he knew that I was lowering his protective shield of paranoia over the mirror. Besides, I don't think we're about to inherit any wandering nasties."
I curiously admired my reflection. There was an interesting background to it, as it looked like I was staring through a two-way mirror at a store and could almost see the office on the other side. I grabbed the sides of the mirror frame, and stepped onto the hassock underneath the mirror.
I put my other foot up into the mirror, planting it firmly on the bottom of the frame. With a sudden, thrusting motion I propelled myself headfirst through the mirror. I vaulted off of the frame with my foot to insure that I would get all the way through.
My body flew through the portal, and I entered the Beyond. Everything was identical in shape, but there was a dreadful absence of light.
A hazy, iridescent form of blue energy flowed around all natural objects, and since there was a lot of wooden paneling and furniture in the house, you could see your way around pretty well, as it all glowed. Vision was slightly altered in this realm, and everything had a blurry, indistinct fog surrounding it.
I landed feet-first on the carpeted floor, kicking up the dust that was only rarely taken care of. I looked around with a definite level of respect, for there was a great deal of usable energy surrounding this place that I could tap into.
I could already feel myself lightening, and the longer I did so, the more difficult it would be to return. I began to walk out of the room I had landed in, which was on the opposite side of the wall from where the mirror was mounted.
As I headed towards the doorway leading into the kitchen, I decided to experiment with a strange phenomenon that was a characteristic of the Beyond. I had done it hundreds of times before, but it still interested me greatly.
I walked through the archway of my old den, and headed into the kitchen. As I went towards the doorway leading into the living room, I nearly bumped my leg into the side of a table that was sticking out. I laughed. I was such a stickler for tradition - even though I was a spirit, I would only rarely go through solid objects. It simply was not my style.
"Ah, what the hell," I said with a smile on my face.
I took a few steps back, and suddenly broke into a tearing sprint, heading straight for the table. With a crazy leap, I jumped over the table and plunged through the wall feet-first. I misjudged the jump, and I ended up landing flat on my tailbone in the living room.
The only reason why I landed on the floor at all was because I had believed it was a floor, and my thoughts had compressed it into a physically real thing here in the Beyond.
"I'm glad that I'm in spirit form," I thought to myself. "Regular people would be crippled for days after a landing like that." I got up and dusted off my butt. In the Beyond, matter was not as solid as it was in the regular Earthen dimension, unless you wanted it to be.
All energy fields existed very close to each other here, which made it very easy to warp from dimension to dimension. One only needed to know the names and shapes of the dimensions, and a thousand universes would be yours to explore.
I found it interesting that the mirrors themselves had a very interesting property out in the Beyond. If they were not covered by dark paper such as Harry had done, they showed up as an eerie, slate-gray color.
They reflected the light from the other side in a bizarre, hazy glow that looked like a reflection off of the surface of a lake. Despite the color variations, the overall appearance was like a giant slab of marble.
The simple act of visualizing where I chose to go would direct me to the appropriate mirror or surface, and the dim reflections would give me a fuzzy idea of what I would be going into. To step through the mirror was to slow down, to deaden, to thicken.
Harry didn't realize this, but it was quite difficult for me to spend so much time around him, as the Beyond was my natural habitat. There was quite a bit about me that Harry did not yet understand, and would not be able to know until much later. Until he got his act together, I was responsible for his upkeep and well being.
Thinking on all these things, I walked up to the mirror, where minutes before my reflection had been staring at me. A smile turned up at the sides of my mouth as I pushed my hands into the mirror. It still appeared a little shocking to me to have my arms appear as stubs at the wrist. I pulled my hands out of the mirror and stood on one foot.
I pushed the other foot into the mirror. "AAAHH- MY LEG!" I screamed, laughing heartily. "It's time to stop horsing around. I've got to go the Council and get the paper," I exclaimed. Though it was by no means a newspaper, I had gotten accustomed to the Earth vernacular over time, and I liked the sound of it.
I took a deep breath and prepared to say the words. I was well aware that in order to travel like this, all I was really doing was raising my vibrational level to a different frequency. The actual "space" that I traveled to could very well be in the same physical, coordinate location; in one sense, I might never physically leave this living room.
However, I was now aware that I could hold a certain specific focus, which would allow me to perceive a certain dimension in the midst of all the others.
In order to jump from one place to another, all I had to do was think of it, and I would arrive there. I chose to verbalize my requests in order to avoid confusing and at times upsetting jaunts into other pockets of reality that I had no desire in visiting. Though I could usually find my way out fairly easily, it still was not something that I could say I enjoyed.
I began the words. "Dimension Zaladriel, sector ZQX-33. Transport." I felt the familiar sickening pressure as I whipped through a dimensional wormhole at incredible speed, arriving at my new destination.
The area that I went to was the surface of a planet that existed in what would be the fifth dimension to Earth scientists. Despite the higher level of vibration, inhabitants there still had a form of a body, and it was remarkably humanoid in appearance. Despite this similarity, their abilities were far beyond that of humans.
The body's composition was far more akin to that of pure light than most humans could ever dream of, and they had an ability to instantaneously manifest any object through the force of thought alone.
Plus, they were able to tap into the collective memory banks of the Creation, and pull out any necessary information. And that was just the tip of the iceberg; I knew that it would take Harry quite some time to get a grip on all of this new information.
Soon, he was going to fully become just like me, as would many, many others on his planet who were soon to be Ascending.
The actual planet itself would have been most unsuitable for a physical human body, possessing large quantities of argon, sulfur, and ammonia gases. It orbited a typical binary sun, which caused rather interesting patterns from the surface of the planet.
In far distant times in the past, the inhabitants had worshipped and made sacrifices whenever the two suns would cross each other's paths, which was about once a year.
They had long since evolved past such barbarism, having now ascended two full spiritual levels higher than that. It was fully millions of subjective years in the past, though time had long since lost any meaning to them.
In a sense, I felt a longing to return here, as this was my true home. The story about my death in Harry's house was true; I had, in fact, incarnated as a human, which was by no means difficult, as all souls throughout the universe were of the One, and composed of the same intelligent energy.
Immediately after my death, I recalled my abilities and my energetic connection to Harry. I made the decision myself to stick around on Earth; no one else did it for me.
I was well aware that I had volunteered to help Harry through this especially difficult phase of his life, as many new and wonderful things would be happening to him, and he was still at the initial stage of shock, horror and disbelief. If I worked hard enough with him, he might become fully ready in less than a year.
I knew that my persistence would pay off. I had learned that Harry had also come from this same double-star system as I did; that I was, in fact, his long-lost brother. I had to wait until the right time to reveal this to Harry, as if Harry fully remembered who he was, he would very quickly lose interest in staying on Earth if he was not properly trained. I had to avoid that at all costs.
I would eventually take him through the mirror and show him a little at a time, but one glimpse of his true home at the wrong time could spell certain disaster. I had to play my cards delicately, carefully plotting out the schedule for the different revelations to be given.
Here at home, I found peace. I would check back from time to time to see how the other projects that my people were involved with were progressing. There were some major efforts going on in terms of bio-forming a new world, and as we could step outside of the framework of linear time, we could monitor the long-range effects of our progress as we went along.
Several of my friends were actively involved in designing this new planet, and their mission was an interesting one. They had to design a world to meet equal specifications to Earth. In order to do this, they were harvesting elemental, vegetative, animal and human genetic materials and replicating them for introduction on this new world.
There would soon be a time where we would need to use it, with the imminent opening of the 25,000-year dimensional vortex in the Earth system. The Great Powers were preparing on transporting those humans who failed to Ascend to this new world to continue their third-density karma. The Earth was now to become a fourth-density planet, and our work was nearly complete.
There were some other interesting things going on that were being handled by various smaller committees. All of our brothers who had volunteered to incarnate as unknowing humans on Earth had at least one or two entities on the outside act as their guide and mentor, keeping them spiritually connected to their home planet, while they went through their punishing Earth experiences.
The teams were designed to program events in the human lifetime, using whatever subtle means they had at their disposal, in order to try to keep the errant human in line with the higher principles of Love and of Light.
There were special committees designed solely for dream planning, and night after night we would insert our own creations into the normal dream patterns, with the hope that the person would at least remember something from it, and catch a glimmer of who they really were.
Our job was far from easy, as it required a great deal of energy to slow oneself down enough to enter into the Earthen world. My ability to do so for prolonged periods was only because of how recently I had incarnated there.
Though I very much wanted to be able to go back to my home on a regular level, I knew that to do so would be to make the process of re-entering Earth as excruciating as getting "the bends." It would be akin to surfacing too quickly from the deep sea of the spirit world to the harsh, polluting atmosphere of Earth.
Thus, I could only take these jaunts home for a short time, and there was an additional challenge presented with the fact that Harry was steadfastly blocking off his mirrors, which were my gateway.
Despite all the difficulties, I maintained my vigilance, and I would not easily be defeated. This plan had to work.
Through thought alone, I appeared in the council room, an area where my cohorts would gather to discuss the latest progress on a variety of fronts. I knew they would be eager to hear what I had to "say," as a great breakthrough had occurred in the life of Harry; he just didn't fully realize its value at the time.
Even though Harry was still drawn up in the trials and tribulations of it all, his decision to actually return to work that day was indeed quite extraordinary.
The rounded council room had very high ceilings, and there were no sharp corners to be seen whatsoever. The room itself was bathed in a warm luminescent glow that seemed to emanate from everywhere, and it was rather like a dome in shape.
In the middle of the room, where the light was most strongly focused, there was a crystal-white table where my robed brethren were seated. As they sensed my sudden dimensional shift and entrance, they rose to greet me. No spoken words would ever be exchanged, as we had now evolved far past such primitive methods.
They sent the first thoughtform to me. It was the image of my face, a sense of a long stretch or duration of time, followed by a happy emotional energy. Loosely translated into English, it read, "John! It's been a long time. We are very happy to see you."
I replied instantaneously. Relief emotions. Images of light and Love. Then, the image of Harry on Earth, followed immediately by the image of his true face, and then an image of an animated bar graph that was increasing in level, followed by an emotion of rapid change, loosely felt as a swooping motion in the body.
I then showed images of Harry returning to his office space. Translated, it might have read, "Believe me, I'm happy to see you guys, too. I greet you in the presence of the Once Creator.
As you are aware, Harry, or Ska-re-ta, has been greatly increasing in his abilities in our "hospital" at a very rapid speed. As a result, he has actually gone ahead with his decision to reintegrate himself into his office job."
The council replied with the image of a typical wormhole portal into Earth that they would use for viewing, which showed a bird's eye view from about twenty feet above of Harry and I interacting.
This portal, if visible to those on Earth, would have looked like a small sphere of light. Four examples then flashed by of times where I had helped him, and each one was imbued with the tremendous appreciation that Harry felt, which felt to me like a rising current of joyful energy.
Then, an image of Harry embracing me and feeling the need for guidance from me, which took the image of luminescent strands emerging from Harry's aura and drawing energy from my own, with a background emotion of sorrow.
"Your efforts in helping Harry have had wonderful effects in making him feel more at ease on the planet. Harry is counting on you for strength in these difficult times."
Still standing in the same position, I sent an image of myself crouched in a chair, holding my hand to his forehead in frustration and annoyance.
I then streamed a rapid-fire burst of six clearly different images of probable futures that I had tried to steer Harry into, such as the speedier acceptance of the smaller beings and of himself, and successively faded each image into gray.
I followed this with a heavy feeling that weighed the body down. "I've been thinking quite a bit about this, and doing everything that I can. I have tried to provide him with several different alternatives that would make his life much easier to deal with, and he allows them to disappear without a second thought. It gets very difficult at times."
The council responded with an image of my face, and then of a stream of ten fleeting images of other, more unfortunate probable realities, had I not interceded and helped as I had already done.
They followed this with the image of a man shrugging his shoulders and holding his hands out to the side, followed by an image of Harry slowly climbing a flight of stairs.
"But you see, John, many other things could have happened that would have been far worse, had you not come in to help him. So what can you do? Either way, he is still climbing ahead, even if it is slow."
The dance of thoughtforms continued along, resulting in an alive, active dialogue that invoked images, emotions and feelings in the body. This was the lexicon used throughout the entire universe, a method of communication that superceded all needs for speech and / or languages.
There was very little room for doubt when a communication was made, which made it much easier for us to understand each other.
To us, these symbols, pictures, emotions and feelings were nearly ten times faster in terms of communication speed than the human mind could ever hope to calculate in English, and it was far quicker and more accurate than any mouth forming crude physical words. The conversation, now directly translated here, progressed.
"I've been doing so much for him, and it can be very distressing," I sent.
The reply was quick and positive. "You need to be aware of the good that you are doing for him. Remember that his progress, which to us seems to be so repetitive and slow, is actually quite good for someone trapped in the third density vibration. We know that you will succeed in bringing him back to full awareness."
The light in my body flickered and dimmed. "I know, but it is very difficult; I feel very drained at times."
The Council gave an image of a blinding white light and an overwhelming feeling of Love. "Remember, John, remember the One. This is part of what we must do in order to return. Go forth, then, and train the boy."
The intensity of my lightbody grew. "You're right. I can't give up on him; his development is crucial to our further successes. We can see the different probabilities that he has of reawakening now, and they are many in number."
"And growing anew each day, as per your efforts."
"That is true. What does the Council suggest for further action at this time?"
I knew that with this question, the normal speedy response would not be there. The entities moved close together into a perfect circle, and began humming in unison, harmonizing in musical tones and glowing brightly, going into a deep state of trance awareness used in order to answer such questions.
A rippling, undulating column of brilliant energy spiraled up from their circle into the sky. They were, in fact, contacting dimensional levels even more advanced than our own, levels which they relied upon for guidance before taking any final action.
Only the group-mind in unison had the strength to retrieve this guidance. After several moments, they began to return to their normal color, the circle again drifted apart, and the humming ceased.
"The One has spoken," they flashed me. I knew not to dare interrupt them as they spoke. "It seems that Ska-re-ta has an even more important mission than we realized.
We must now reprogram you somewhat in order to insure the continued success of Ska-re-ta's mission. Therefore, a powerful learning tool is about to be given to you. Prepare yourself."
Suddenly and without warning, two tremendous obelisks appeared in the room, on either side of where the Council was speaking. Such a manifestation was not uncommon, as we could produce anything we wanted by thinking it into creation.
The elongated pyramidal shapes stretched up to almost the full height of the Council room. They quickly began to glow, moving up from red, through orange, yellow, green, blue, purple and on into blinding white light.
This expansion seemed to be correlated with a tremendous sound, continually increasing in pitch, as though a gigantic, dimensional-warping engine was getting started.
Just when I thought that the brilliance and intensity could not possibly become any greater, a thunderous lightning bolt arced out from both obelisks, striking me in the chest! The force of the impact literally blasted me off of the ground!
My light-body shuddered from the incredible force and power that was now entering into it.
As I drifted back down to the ground, I literally crackled with energy. Something tremendous had just happened - something beyond any description that I knew or understood, despite my long-term experience with higher realms. I was outrageously excited, and very curious.
I longed to know what it was that the Council had just done - I had never heard of anything like this having happened before!
"What just happened to me? What did you do?" I asked, in a form of energetic breathlessness.
The Council replied, "The One has spoken. You have been granted a quickening of your vital energies to accomplish this mission. You will not know how to use these new abilities until the time for their need is upon you. At that moment, you are to approach the One, and your further instructions will be given at that time."
My energy field wavered. "What further instructions? What do you mean by a more important mission? Fill me in, guys!"
"Ska-re-ta is supposed to help many people. He is being trained to go and speak these truths to others. He must fully assimilate as much of our knowledge as we can give him, and in so doing open up the universal communication protocols that we use here. In short, he is to be a messenger for the Council.
As we are all aware, the time before the dimensional vortex allows the harvest of Souls from his density grows exceedingly close. He must tell the others that this Ascension / harvest is possible. The One has mandated that this be done by providing a voice for us, that we may speak, through him, directly to his brethren."
"What does all this have to do with my own training?" I quickly imaged, with an inquisitive, lilting energy.
"That you are to find out yourself, in the near future."
I became aware that I was having a very difficult time maintaining my presence in the room. This translated as, "My connection here is growing thin; I must take my leave of you."
We both then extended the universal closing thoughtform, a beautiful image of light with an overwhelming emotion of Oneness. "Peace be with you in the Light of Everlasting Love."
* * *
It was at this point that the story basically ended. Again, I have slightly modified the content to take some of the more subconscious information that was conveyed in the story and make it more directly visible.
At this point, I didn't really know what else to write, because I didn't feel like I knew what the "programmed knowledge" that I had received really was. Several years later, I would discover that this emerged from my buried memory of my real identity as an extraterrestrial soul that had taken on an ordinary series of human lifetimes.
The "knowledge" that the supreme entity gave John, to give to Harry, represents the revealed teachings now published in this book. And the war definitely is being fought. In my next story, we start to get a better idea of what the negative force in my first book really was.
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