Author: David Wilcock

  By David Wilcock  10/24/99   Wednesday 9 / 29 / 99 – morning D: Yesterday’s dreams were unrecorded. I have got a whole series of messages coming in here. The first is the title of this reading.   The Diverted Bell   [10/24: In the reading from the next day, we learn that this title is at least partially a metaphor for the idea of a “diving bell,” which would be used to allow someone to penetrate deep into the sea. Since the sea represents the collective consciousness, this title is a play on words to illustrate how the topic in question will be about how humanity is being diverted from its path of full enlightenment. Interestingly enough, the title could also refer to Art Bell being diverted by those guests who choose to focus on the negative.]   Just when things seem to get a little shaky, one of our partners begins to notice that the projections of music from the collective consciousness of the Divine, whilst incarnate in humanity, have indeed taken on some very shocking realizations. Dark as they may seem, they possess those elements of interest that need to be noted and paid attention to. [10/24: Again, they equate “music” with any work that is being done to make the truth of the One more widely known, such as these readings.]   And so,...

  10/23/99   Sunday 9 / 23 / 99 – 11:30 a.m.  D: It is now later in the same morning. The sun is brighter. The phone just rang here. I had another whole cycle, and the biggest word would be “Gamesmanship.” There were all these politics, all this cross-intertwining stuff going on. There was plotting, cloak and dagger, just a lot of weird stuff.   I have heard it said at the women’s convention that there is a small window of opportunity for those who would discuss these matters consistently and clearly. When we begin looking at them, we no longer can take the attitude that there is anything wrong with what we are doing. Can we make a few still, small adjustments to the overall hologram of the entity in question without disrupting the natural flow of business and commerce with the higher realms? That is indeed the question. When we have answers to ask, we have knowledge of solutions that bespeaks of a fundamental faith in this higher guiding principle that we so often speak of. So, when the reconditioners get around to replacing this aspect of existence, we then no longer need to worry about how the transformation will take place, for it will happen of its own accord. [10/23: I feel that the “reconditioners” refer to those extraterrestrial and Ascended human forces who will...

  By David Wilcock  Original Show Date: 7/17/99 Published 10/17/99   [3/15/09: Ironically, this was my first radio show, and also proved to be the most difficult show I have ever done. I respect Laura Lee’s work, and at the time I was really into her website. What happened, though, was that I was getting buried in different topics she was throwing at me, and didn’t feel like I had enough time to say everything I wanted to say on each one.  Certainly, she seemed to have a VERY strong bias against the idea of transmuting the physical body. Unfortunately much of what we were arguing over was semantic in nature, and she did seem to take pleasure in hammering at me.   With the benefit of hindsight and experience, I would not be so intimidated on any show, and I’ve gotten a lot better at saying what needs to be said in fewer words. Nonetheless, this is a fairly amazing performance for my maiden voyage on the radio, a mere five months after launching my own website!]   [NOTE: This would have been transcribed immediately after the show, but the archive was corrupted for a very long period of time, and David failed to make his own recording while the show was in progress. (He’ll never make that mistake again!) Quite surprisingly, David randomly checked the Audio Archive...

  10/12/99 Thursday 9 / 23 / 99 — 6:13 am D: Second morning here at Nana’s and Papa’s. I didn’t realize until I just woke up here that this dream had some very repetitive schema about my father. [CONTEXT: I had just spent dinner with my father and his parents the night before. Dad came out to see us by himself. He was still in excruciating pain and recovering from having broken more than one rib. He sustained this injury by trying to clean out the gutters outside his house without the proper ladder to do it. He was using a ladder that was not tall enough, and standing on the rung right below the top. Because of the recent rainstorms, the ground was wet and he lost control of the ladder. As he fell, his ribcage landed directly on top of the ladder and knew right away that he was in trouble. Even that night at dinner, several days after the event itself, the slightest motion of his body would make him sometimes scream in pain – it was very real and very serious. The hospital told him that there was essentially nothing that they could do except to give him heavy painkiller drugs, which he did not want to take. We will see as this dream and reading progresses that the collapsing ladder of my father’s...

   10/9/99 Monday 9 / 20 / 99 – 4:00 a.m. D: Okay. We are here at Eric’s house in New Paltz [New York,] very early in the morning. [Note: This was one of my stops on my Northern vacation from September 17-25 – during which time the website hits plummeted to a mere 48 [or fully ten times less than normal] for that entire period! (Friends, please keep checking up on me and visiting the site – expect new updates at least twice a week. It won’t happen again – I promise!) As we will see, I had already been through quite a lot by this point – and I had only left the Beach on Friday!] There were several components to this dream. The first part of this dream had a lot to do with trying to get a rock concert off the ground. There was a lot of concern over beer and stuff like that. [10/9: The notion of a musical performance is always related to my work with these forces. Therefore, if there is a concern over beer while trying to get a performance of music underway, it means (in my own dream lingo) that I am somehow being irresponsible in my application of myself to this process. Indeed, before I had left on vacation, I had considerably slacked off in the amount of time...

  10/4/99 Saturday 9 / 11 / 99 – 11:11 a.m D: 11:11 a.m., interestingly enough. I have already been to the bathroom and drank water. I couldn’t have planned that one! Just five minutes ago, I was waking up and was seeing words on a page, just so clearly written. I am going to try to do that again. The dream was about my mother, at least in some parts. I will say that. Analyze the long distance runners of the Spirit world, and you will find that they indeed have urban areas at their disposal, ready to become obsolete with just some moment of linear time away in the future. They do not increase their sightings somewhat, they increase them quite considerably. They roast them on a skewer, much as would the intelligent elite discoverers of this knowledge attempt to transpose it into these things which they might then use to produce creation in otherselves, through control. [10/4: This certainly is a grim reminder of the fact that in the event of an urban collapse, the only remaining food might well be roasted pigeons and the like, as they have already alluded to in these readings before.] According to present-day Presbyterians and the like, changes are occurring, but the speed is indeed somewhat slow. We do not want you to become complacent with the changes that are...

  10/4/99   Friday 9 / 10 / 99 – 11:25 a.m. This dream had to do with cleaning lakes, and then getting caught trying to go through these fences behind the dormitories at New Paltz with my mother. This took place in a train, and there was this pollution. Oh, was there pollution! The color of the shrimps’ bodies in the lake had changed because of all the mess. There was definitely one part of this dream where there was some sort of car. We were trying to drive it, and it was really looking serious. People were driving their cars backwards on the highway. D: Still pretty tired, slipping in and out of remembering this. There was basically one body or area of water that was bad, and another area that was even worse. Everything was getting sick – the fish, the shrimp, everything that was living around there was feeling badly. It was all around Lake Collins. I was with my mother, and we were trying to go around. When we tried to get over to Lake Collins, we had to go through what looked like the back of Bevier Hall at New Paltz. My mother had a rake with her, and we walked far enough to get to this area where there were all these fences. Some of them seemed like chain-link, and some seemed...