Out of Time

Yes, it’s complicated.  What I’m discovering about LIFE isn’t the way we expected things to work.  It flies in the face of just about everything we’ve been told and there will be some – probably many – good, wise and thoughtful people, who just won’t be able to understand this, or fit it into their world view.

Note:  It is nothing like what The Matrix portrays.  It is not sinister.  It is not a tale of cruelty and exploitation.  But, like Neo, once you are exposed to it, there’s no going back.

My world view is being expanded by it, and a few people may want to similarly expand theirs.  If you are one of them, I bid you welcome.  If not, take the blue pill, dear friends, and simply click off here.

So, how deep does the rabbit hole look?

On Sunday 11th September, I texted William, my remote viewing partner, who was, as usual, right across the country in London.  I told him I knew where I would be the following Saturday (17th) at 12.45.  I asked him, as he’d done on a previous occasion, to try remotely viewing this future location of mine and to tell me what he got.

Fifteen minutes later, Will sent me this text:

I got initially two large tanks of water with something large floating/submerged in them.

A room with a curved ceiling and tiled walls, possibly yellow.

Loads of bright colours a bit like a rainbow.

Not so sure about this but did think maybe a tall round tower a bit like a helter-skelter.

Later got a circular arrangement of tall pillars.

A dome shaped thing with something tall on top – possibly a cross.

Some concrete steps.

A strange kind of triangular-shaped wall that has a door/gap in it – possibly white.

Something like trenches with a small thing sticking up by them.  I think it’s red.

Got an image of a board-like thing with lots of information on.

Also did briefly get an image of you in a darkened room but with lots of extremely varied and brightly coloured objects around.  Some at least were like hanging sheets.  I think there was someone else.

I knew that on that future date I would be at my hairdresser’s.  I had the appointment card in my pocket.  I hadn’t, of course, told Will that, and he has never seen the place.

You’re wondering, now, what kind of crazy hairdresser’s I attend!  How could he have got those wild images from a hair salon?

Well, the last section was a pretty good fit for the room I’d be in.  It’s eclectic, with those trendy, rather dim light bulbs, where you can see the filament, and lots of pretty hanging things and mirrors.  On the day of the appointment there was, very unusually, only me and my stylist in the salon, so he’d got the number of people right.  (A week in advance, remember, yes!)

20160919_105530_resized_1Now I’ll show you a picture of the building I was going to be in.  I’d be in the ground floor room, behind the purple window, just the other side of this mural.  He always tends to pick up the outside of a building if I’m indoors, and I was really hoping he’d get this.  (I took this photo today.  Someone has dumped an old mattress beside the litter bin, but that wasn’t there on Saturday, so of course it wasn’t viewed.)                                     Let’s look carefully:

The ‘two tanks of water’ are the lake, split by the black framed information board into two as you look at it.  The hand of the – submerged – Lady of the Lake floats out of it, holding the sword.

20160917_122403_resizedWould you see the whole image as a ‘room’ with a curved ceiling, if you had no idea what you were looking at?  There’s a yellow border all round it with a design reminiscent of  tiles.

 

The rainbow is obvious.

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And this has to be what he saw as a helter-skelter.  Can you just see the spiral energy lines around King Arthur’s sword?  No wonder Will was doubting himself by this point!

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The ruins of Glastonbury Abbey – an arrangement of tall pillars.

 

20160917_122151_resizedBetween the eye and the rainbow is Glastonbury Tor – dome shaped, with concrete steps and the famous ruined church tower on top.

Next I think Will’s viewing pans out to see the whole wall with its triangular gabled top and the tourist information board (which he later identifies) appearing like a doorway in it.

20160917_122245_resizedThe trenches are probably the black base of the wall with a course of brick paving below them.  This detail shows why they made him think of trenches, perhaps.  And the small thing sticking up is the litter bin, I suspect.

Apologies for the dreadful formatting, but I hope you can see enough of it to get the idea.

I’m not going to attempt to explain or theorise about it today.  All I’m saying is that this seems to me to give the best proof I’ve yet received that my friend is able to ‘see’ my location at a specified point in the future in considerable detail and to describe it to me a week before I get there.

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We Need to Talk

Legs, Shoes, Shadow, Alone, PersonI live alone and, yep, sometimes I catch myself speaking aloud – to myself, obviously.  My utterances are quiet; of the “Okay, what next – do the washing or check email?” variety.  I try to keep a cap on it though.  Don’t want to end up as one of those compulsive mutterers.

I used to live next door to a guy (also a single person) who spoke – nay, bellowed – to the TV.  The partition wall between our rooms was thin, and he would join in vociferously with Question Time – a current affairs discussion forum on the BBC.
“Turn off his microphone!” he would roar.  “Don’t let this fool have airtime!  You are a disgrace, sir!” and so on, and on.

So is speaking aloud something we all need to do?  I think the urge to do so is pretty strong, judging by my experiences on a bus journey earlier this week.

Trolleybus, Transport, City, PassengersTalking Passenger 1:   He was scruffy but clean and of indeterminate age, dressed entirely in shades of grey and beige.  As he stood aside before boarding, to let an elderly couple off, he greeted them effusively, despite apparently not knowing them:
“No, no, that’s fine. I always check to see if anyone needs to get off first. Have a wonderful day, won’t you.”
The driver was greeted in similar vein: “Thank you for your kindness,” when given his bus ticket.
Sweet.
When he sat down, the conversation continued unabated, despite having no one to talk to:
“Oho, what do I see? A newspaper! Excellent!”
He went on to peruse the sports section then to use the paper as an improvised trumpet. This clearly pleased him, as he repeated it several times.  He kept up a commentary on his journey until leaving the bus in a small village.  I watched as he walked across to the war memorial, sat on its steps and continued to chatter amiably to himself.

This gentleman appeared to have a very comfortable life, I decided.  His monologues clearly soothed and satisfied him.

Many of us, though, would fear ridicule for chattering away so freely to ourselves.  A companion (or at the least, a mobile phone) becomes a necessity for many.

Businessman, Talking, Phone, MobileThe bus was unexpectedly diverted at one point and almost everyone grabbed their phones and began chattering excitedly.  Some were legitimately warning a relative or workmate that they would be delayed; most were simply calling hapless friends or family members in order to share the news with someone.  For a moment I was tempted to do the same, before realising that no one I knew would be even remotely interested in hearing about my slightly lengthened journey.

Talking Passenger 2:  A mother with a small child, aged about 4.  She got on in a flap, asking the driver why all the bus timetables were wrong.  He explained that, for reasons of their own, the bus company had seen fit to change the 171 bus to a 37, although the route and times had not been changed.  Well yeah, they do that sometimes.  Ours not to reason why…
Anyway, this news clearly disturbed the young lady.  She needed to process the information and to do that, she evidently needed to talk.
She turned to her little boy and told him, “We won’t be able to get the 171 any more.  They’ve stopped it.  We’ll have to get a different bus now – one called a 37.”
The child nodded, mutely.
This clearly wasn’t enough for her. She repeated the information twice more.
Finally the boy replied, very pragmatically, I felt, and in a comforting tone, “But it had a W on the front, so that means it’s still going to Wells, doesn’t it?”
She had to agree that it did, and finally felt able to fall silent.

I had to change buses in that very city, and found myself seated in the bus shelter alongside…

Woman, Dog, Coffey, Coffee ShopTalking passenger 3: “Oh that’s right!” she said, suddenly, loudly and in a voice heavily laced with sarcasm.
I started, before realising she was talking not to me but to a small terrier, wearing a neckerchief.
“Yes, why don’t you! Put your muddy paw on Mummy! Now my raincoat’s got a nasty smear on it.”
The dog wagged it’s tail cheerfully and attempted to clamber on to her lap. It clearly didn’t get sarcasm.
“Get OFF!” she bellowed, angrily.
This time the message was clear and her pet withdrew and busied itself by chewing a discarded sweet wrapper.
As our bus pulled in, a teenage girl held the access gate open for the lady.
“Thank you,” she said, “but the driver isn’t ready yet, so I’ll wait here. Not,” she added, cuttingly, “that you can hear a word I’m saying, with those headphones stuck in your ears!”
A man nearby smiled sympathetically, “Yeah, dogs!” he responded. “Never listen, do they?”
The lady turned on him. “My DOG hears every word I say!” she announced, imperiously. “It’s those young people with the headphones – they never hear you.”

She clearly needed to be heard.

I suppose, to some extent, we all do. And, yes, we need to talk.

Why else would I be writing this blog? 🙂

Unempirical Science Part 2: Getting Metafizzy

Fruits, Garden, Fruit, HarvestWell I did it: my civic duty over for another year.  I stewarded and judged at the local harvest show yesterday.

It was a busy time.  Since there was a huge clock on the wall, just ahead of where I was sitting, I was able to notice when 9:30 (the time we had set for the future remote viewing last week) came and went.  There was a queue of eager people wishing to enter their wonky veg, giant marrows, flower arrangements et al for the show, though, so I had little time to stop and think about it, other than to note that I was exactly where I’d expected to be – and where William had already ‘seen’ me –  when we did the viewing last weekend.  (Oh, I forgot to mention last time – he viewed a ‘large round flat object’ which he felt was rotating.  He caught me glancing up at the clock, then!)

If you’ve read my previous post, you will have seen the range of philosophical issues and dilemmas this glimpse into the future posed for us.  As I mentioned, though, Will had one further question.  Like most of his questions, it was deceptively simple yet devastating in its implications.

What would have happened, he asked, if I’d got up yesterday morning and refused to leave my house?
Image result for escher hands drawing each otherOh.  That one had me foxed.  Of course I had no intention of doing that; I’d promised to be at the show.  Others were relying on me being there.  That wasn’t the point, though.  I still had free choice.  I could have opted to do any number of other things.  Koimul had told us Will wasn’t in any way influencing my future or affecting my self-determination… so we had a paradox.

I thought long and hard, then groaned – a deep miserable groan.  There was only one answer that fitted – the multiverse theory.  And I hated the multiverse theory.  Will, on the other hand, was quite happy to espouse it.

Grumbling gently to myself, I went back to check with Koimul.

HIS QUESTION IS GOOD, Koimul told me.  HE HIMSELF HAS WRITTEN THE ANSWER

True.  In The Words of William Volume One, he says:

A universe will be created for every possible outcome of an event.  For example, if one was taking a walk and for whatever reason turned left another universe will be automatically created where the person did not turn left.  There would be universes where one turned right, one stood still, one carried on straight and for every other possibility.  These universes would be identical to the original universe up to the point where the event took place.  After the event these universes could differ only slightly or to an extent beyond imagination… These events can occur on any scale from the smallest change of position of an atom to the end of the universe.  This is an occurrence which occurs automatically all the time and beyond the knowledge of most people.  There is nothing wrong with this; it is simply a part of life.

YES, that was the extract Koimul had in mind.

“Well I can’t deny that I feel a bit disappointed,” I said.  ” I loved the idea of everything happening at the eternal ‘now’ point, but if that means ‘everything’ as in all possible choices, doesn’t that make remote viewing rather arbitrary?  If the physics is the way you’ve explained it, why should the probability of getting it right decrease for viewings in the future?”

MISTAKES ARE ALWAYS POSSIBLE BUT VERY UNLIKELY.
Although I was dowsing the answer on my computer keyboard, I could feel Koimul trying to soothe and reassure me.  I was told that viewing a future location where I’d already made firm plans to be was a good choice, for that very reason.  Then Koimul went on:
Globe, Earth, Country, Continents, ManyNOT DOING WHAT YOU PLANNED WOULD MEAN STEPPING INTO AN ALTERNATE LIFE

“That sounds quite serious,” I said.  “Do we often do that or is it an unusual occurrence?”

YOU LIVE ALL YOUR LIVES SO NOT SERIOUS IN THAT RESPECT BUT IT WOULD HAVE REPERCUSSIONS.  THERE IS LITTLE JUSTIFICATION IN THIS CASE

I agreed completely, but I was curious now.

”  But do we – as a species, I mean – often ‘jump ship’ in this way?” I persisted.

NOT MANY PEOPLE DO

So, it seems, I was being told that while Will’s multiple universes undoubtedly exist, and while it is possible to change what Koimul calls one’s TRAJECTORY, such a choice should not be taken lightly.  Koimul gave me an example of the occasion, in my own current lifetime, when I had purposely altered my ‘trajectory’ and yes – the repercussions had been massive, and are still playing out in the lives of several people.

I asked Koimul to comment on how, in Will’s version of the theory, he had some alternative universes where only a few atoms were different and others where they were unrecognisable.

HE IS RIGHT, BUT CHANGING TO A VIRTUALLY IDENTICAL WORLD IS POINTLESS;   TO AN INCOMPREHENSIBLE ONE IS SAWING YOUR EXPERIENCE INTO PIECES FOR NO PURPOSE.

Intriguing.

I wonder where our next adventures in time and space will take us…

 

 

Unempirical Science

Banner, Header, Mathematics, Formula‘An oxymoron, surely,’ I hear you exclaim.  How can science be unempirical?  Well I suppose all theoretical physics is, in that it’s unproven and incapable of being tested at present, but that isn’t what I want to talk about here.

In a way, the ‘science’ I want to describe to you will be tested – next Saturday at 9:30am GMT, but that’s just the tip of the iceberg…

I knew, last Sunday (4th September 2016), where I would be at 9:30 on Saturday 10th.  I go there every year.  I knew what I would be doing, where I would be sitting and what would be going on around me.  It seemed too good an opportunity to miss.  My viewing partner William and I have been experimenting, as I’ve already mentioned, with him remotely viewing my location at a specific time.  This has included viewings a day or so earlier or later than the actual event.  It’s all gone very well.

This time, though, it was different.  I asked him ( from 175 miles away) to view my location next Saturday, 6 days in advance, and to tell me – also in advance – what he saw.  So that’s what he did.

He described several features that fitted with the location (me sitting in a room, wide open space outside, trees behind, land rising behind it, a bus stop or similar small structure).  All of them fitted with where I would be but were not, of themselves, detailed enough to give a positive identification.  Then he added, “I got an image of an old fashioned looking phone box though that may be nothing.”

Image result for glastonbury town hall imageIt wasn’t nothing – it was the detail that clinched it for me.  The old, red, traditional telephone boxes have almost all been replaced by sleek, modern affairs in this country, but a few remain down here in the west.

I fully intend to be sitting in the room behind the green door on the right of this picture at 9:30 next Saturday, with the door open, to admit and register exhibits for our town’s annual harvest show.  As you’ll see, the old phone box is a couple of metres from where I will be.  He’d nailed it.

That was just the beginning!  I commented that he’d just done something rather amazing.  Will is not given to hyperbole but he agreed that there is no known technological method for observing the future and that “it does make understanding how time works rather difficult.”

Well, yes!

We spent the rest of the afternoon sifting through the repercussions and trying to fit them into known science and our current world view.

  • Did it mean that everything in the future is predetermined?  We both instinctively rejected that idea.  It made a nonsense of our very existence on the ‘planet of free choice’, as Seth calls it.
  • Was it more of a quantum wave/particle issue?  Had he, by viewing this episode in my future, ‘collapsed the wave’ and turned the pure potential of the future into a certainty; opened the box on Schrodinger’s cat, so to speak?  It was beginning to look that way.
  • Was his viewing happening in some other realm – some place where time held no sway?
  • What if I were to fall and break my leg on the way to the town hall?  Would he then have seen a hospital ward?  Did his viewing therefore guarantee my continued good health for the next week??
  • What if he attempted to view me further in the future – in 2056, say – when I no longer expect to be inhabiting this body, but he will probably still be around?  Would he just see blankness – nothing?
  • Is he potentially able to change or even create the future?

Time to get some guidance from another source, I decided.  Clearly there was no one on the planet we could turn to, so (very unempirical, I know, but in my experience very trustworthy) I turned to Koimul.  (Click on the name to view a post which explains who Koimul is, to the best of my ability.)

Globe, Clouds, Sky, Background, Earth“Please can you help us to understand how this fits into our world view?” I asked.

“ONCE YOU HAVE SEEN THIS YOUR WORLD VIEW CHANGES,” Koimul responded, rather drily. However the information which followed was fascinating.  I’ll do my best to summarise it:

  • All events in ‘reality’ happen at at once.  Time is only here to separate them out for our convenience as we live out our lives on Earth.
  • There is no way in which Will is ‘causing’ my future or able to alter it.
  • Free choice ‘MOST DEFINITELY ‘ does exist.  We are still deciding what to do.  It’s just that it all happens at once – in ‘THE ETERNAL NOW’.
  • When I asked about a viewing so far ahead that I would no longer be in this body, Koimul gently reminded me, “IT IS POSSIBLE BUT YOU ARE ETERNAL BEINGS.  HE WOULD SEE YOU FARAWAY OR AT HIS SIDE .”  I was going to say, ‘but I won’t be in time then’ but then I realised – he will!  So while he is in his body, he will be able to use his time as a marker to locate me, even though I will be in spirit.  “THIS,” Koimul added, “IS AN IMPORTANT DISCOVERY FOR BOTH OF YOU.”
  • I asked why Koimul and other channelled beings, such as Higgins, were encouraging us to work at our remote viewing.  I posed the question in this way: ‘We chose to incarnate on this planet which is bounded by 3 dimensions and time.  We are universal and eternal beings but we have opted into this limited reality.  Why, then, is it important for us to find ways out of it while we are still here?  We will get out when our bodies die, after all.’  I was told: “TO SHOW OTHERS HOW TO MOVE BEYOND TIME.  YOU ARE EVOLVING.  THIS IS THE GREAT EXPERIMENT.  IT IS TO LIVE IN YOUR EARTHLY BODY YET SEE INTO THE ETERNAL.”

I shared all this with Will, naturally.  We agreed that this information felt right and comfortable to us.

William, though, had one more question.  Maybe it’s also occurred to you…  I’ll detail that, and Koimul’s response, in my next post.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s official – we are time travellers

Clock, Clock Face, Date, PresentBack towards the start of the century – which is actually beginning to feel quite a while ago now – we used to sit, Will and me, chatting about the possibilities of time travel and teleportation.

Will was just a kid then – a bright, perceptive teenager who had reared himself on a mix of Star Trek and metaphysical ponderings and resolutely refused to close his mind to anything.

That, I think, was one of the most valuable lessons he taught me.  I started to learn his way of being open to all possibilities; if we could imagine something, that act in itself gave it reality.

Clock, Clock Face, Wave, Present, YearIt didn’t take us long to establish what, exactly, we wanted to manifest: an ability to travel at will and instantaneously to other geographical locations and into the past and future.

Nothing was ruled out – we considered everything from magic carpets to time machines, via lucid dreaming, astral travel and much more besides.  I poured over the ‘popular science’ books that proliferated around that time.  He indulged in thought experiments of epic proportions.  We’d meet up every few weeks to discuss any new ideas and insights we’d received and to bounce ideas off one another.  The only thing that never occurred to us was that we would fail.

And we were right not to doubt.

Because that’s the way – as I now fully understand – to bring about what you desire.

It’s been a fascinating journey, and many have helped and advised us along the way.  I wouldn’t have missed it for anything and nor, I’m certain, would Will.

So last Saturday, Will sat in his room in East London and ‘travelled’ to where I would be the following day at 10.30am.  I wasn’t aware when he was doing the remote viewing, any more than I was aware where I would be on the Sunday at the specified time.  So let’s just make that very clear – Will was gaining a clear visual image of a location, distant in both time and space, where I would be at a specified time which had not yet occurred.  He was doing that simply by focusing on me at the given time.

On the Sunday morning, I took my four-year-old grandson into a nearby city.  I was very caught up in my conversation with the little one and only remembered that I was supposed to photograph my 10.30 location five minutes later.  I judged how long it had taken us to walk during those five minutes and went back and photographed a few likely locations.  Bear in mind here that because I was walking, I was a moving target.  Will would have needed to locate me on the very instant of 10.30.  We can also rule out conscious telepathy, as I’d forgotten what I’d planned to do and wasn’t giving any attention to the viewing.

Here is what he sent me, when we had a chance to feed back later in the day:

I got a large arch with lots of pattern/symbols on and I think it’s concrete.  a concrete wall with something like plants/weeds growing on it and possibly has a curved top.  A flat round thing sticking out of the ground – again think concrete.

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So this is where I was:
In the grounds of the Bishop’s Palace – a ruined stone ecclesiastical building in the city of Wells.  I passed through two archways, the first ornately carved with gargoyles and symbols.  20160830_151457The ruined walls are lushly covered with climbing plants and, just to the side, stands an isolated crumbling tower (see right) on the lawn, rising from the ground and surrounded only by trees and shrubs.

A perfect match!

 

Not quite the Star Trek-type teleporter he’d imagined all those years ago, or the magic carpet I’d visualised the ancients using to move between pyramids and towers across the globe… but we have proved – to our satisfaction – that it’s perfectly possible to remotely travel to other places and other times instantaneously, and to receive visual and sometimes auditory stimuli from those locations.

I think the us who co-exist in the early 2000s approve wholeheartedly of the progress we’ve made.