The Impossible Dream

If I had to fall back on accepted logic, I’d say that what happened last week, in terms of dreaming and waking experience and the link between the two, is impossible.

Fortunately, I don’t.

‘There are more things…in heaven and earth…’  And in my philosophy, they are dreamt of.

I’ve written before about some of the odd, precognitive dreams I have from time to time.  Last week, in the latest, I was given a salutary lesson on why I should never ignore them.

Each of us is at a unique place in our journey.  We have read books, had conversations, listened to the wise and received guidance in myriad ways, all of which places us at a certain level of awareness of those ‘more things’ Hamlet was speaking of.  Once we have accrued this level of knowing, we try to move back into comfortable oblivion at our peril.  We simply can’t un-know our knowledge.  That is what this dream experience taught me.

So what happened?

First, some background:
Several times a year, I need to traverse England, from my home in the south-west to be with family living out near the east coast.  I don’t drive and the public transport infrastructure here is expensive and poor.  After much experimentation, I’ve found a slow but steady and inexpensive method.  It involves catching a very early coach (there is only one a day) from my town to Heathrow Airport, where I have time for lunch and a rest, before catching a second coach to my destination.  It takes around 8 hours all told, but it’s comfortable and I can read en route.

Bus Stop, Public Transport, BusThree nights before I was due to embark on one of these journeys last week, I had a dream.

I’m with a woman.  We are travelling together and although we are companions and get along on very familiar terms, she is the guiding figure, in some way.  We have luggage.  We have made careful plans.  We are sitting on a bench and nothing particular is happening around us, but suddenly she turns to me with an expression of shock and says, “We’ve missed the coach!”

We stare at each other with a mixture of disbelief and horror.

I could FEEL these emotions at a very deep and conscious level.  I heard her voice and tone with absolute clarity.  These are the aspects that separate this type of dream – the precogs – from normal everynight dreaming.  I woke knowing I’d had a precognition and I felt rattled.

A brief word about precognition and the future, before I continue to the (almost) inevitable conclusion:
There are, as my wise friend and teacher William has taught me, an infinite number of possible futures for any event.  They range from the virtually impossible to the virtually inescapable and cover all points in between.  A precognition is a foretaste of what is – at that moment in time – the most likely outcome.  It is not written in tablets of stone.  It is still possible to make changes and alter the future event, given sufficient intention and effort.

What I should have done, then, was to check and re-check my travel plans until I found the glitch that could result in missing the coach.  The guide-lady in my dream was providing me with an opportunity to do this and to avert the problems which would follow.  Instead, I merely thought through my plans and convinced myself that as I had only to rely on an alarm clock and a half-mile walk to the coach stop, I had no reason to worry.

So on the day of my journey I got up in plenty of time, prepared myself for travelling, put my folded ticket into the top of my bag and walked the short trip to the coach stop.  I arrived at 6:20, congratulated myself on being ten minutes early and sat on the bench to wait.  At 6:25, I casually took out the ticket and unfolded it, to check what time I’d be arriving at Heathrow.  That was when I saw it:

Coach departs opp. town hall 6:15

Exactly that feeling of disbelief and horror from my dream swept over me.  As in the dream, nothing changed around me, but I knew I now had a huge problem.  I’d been so sure of the 6:30 departure time, I hadn’t bothered to check.  My dreamtime companion wasn’t there in body, of course, but I suspect at some level she was watching to see how I’d get myself out of my self-inflicted problem.

I won’t bore you with all the details of my ensuing journey.  Suffice it to say that every connection (bus, walk, train, second train, race across the length of Heathrow terminal 3) was made with minutes or sometimes seconds to spare.  The mobile website I bought my train ticket on went down just after I’d paid so that I was almost refused entry to the platform and I finally reached the bus interchange at Heathrow seven minutes before my second coach left.

Train, Crowd, Transportation, PassengerThe oddest thing was that all the time I was engaged in this nightmarish journey, it felt as if it was playing out in these very specific ways to teach me a lesson.

“Yes,” I thought ruefully, as I stood squashed against poker-faced commuters on the train out of Bristol, “I needed to learn this lesson. I will make my connection, but none of it is going to be easy.”

Somewhere, in a dimension I couldn’t see, but could just about sense, the guide-lady from my dream watched and smiled, not unkindly, and nodded.

The guides may not be as accessible as they were once, but they are still here, always checking that I have held on to all they taught me, and chiding me gently if I try to put their wisdom aside.

As William told me, when he was just 12, “What’s important is the journeys – all the changes and where we go through and the different trains are the main thing.  You know that really.”

 

 

 

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…

 

 

The Proof is Out There

IMG_20151205_070812A very quick post script to my previous post.

The book arrived and was printed just the way I’d hoped it would be.  I’m feeling so grateful that the whole project has worked out exactly as I hoped it would.  Back to expecting and receiving miracles.

Life really is magical when we allow it to be.

The Words of William: Volume One is now available on at least some Amazon sites.

So for anyone who enjoys short but deep paperbacks filled with musings on metaphysics and psychic phenomena, written from within the wonderful world of autistic spectrum perception, it is available:

here in the United Kingdom

and here in the United States.

(You can click on the links above to go straight to the book’s sales pages on Amazon.)

 

Also still available in Kindle format.

 

Thinner than Blood 2: Waiting for Proof

That’s what I’m doing – right now.

I’m sitting in my little cottage in sleepy Somerset, waiting for the proof to arrive.

The proof I speak of is a slim, modest paperback proof-copy of William’s words.  It’s travelling from the United States and should – the publishers assure me – be here today.

I’m excited – quite stupidly so.  I know The Words almost by heart now, having formatted and reformatted them so many times.  They are words I collected and saved over nearly twenty years – childhood scribblings and conversations, strange visions and apparent prophecies delivered by a puzzled adolescent boy, emailed articles and comments sent by a young man cut off from most other contact by the anxiety that now surrounds his life.

Formatting

Formatting

As explained in a previous post, I had the idea of collating many of his words and presenting them to him as a birthday present.  Then I asked if he’d like them turned into an e-book and made available to others.  He wasn’t sure.  He needed to think that through.  Did the most private person you can imagine want other eyes poring over his thoughts and ideas?  After what felt to me like an eternity, he decided.  Yes.

Thus the Kindle edition of The Words of William was born.  To begin with, he was cautious about the whole enterprise.  Within a few days, though, my texts telling him another copy or two had sold received an instant response:

“Where?  Which country?”

He became fascinated by the thought that people were buying and borrowing his little book around the world.  He started to keep a tally.
“So that’s 1 in Spain, 4 in the UK, 6 in the US, 1 in Canada..?” he would text.  “Have I got all those right?”  and eventually, “I’m certainly happy with it and thank you for my birthday present.”

Every kind comment and wish from readers of this blog, the five star review on Amazon’s Spanish site, the messages from friends who had enjoyed it were duly passed on to him, and I could feel his confidence, self-esteem and trust in others growing by the day.

Result!

Christmas present wrapped with a gold bow and ...

Now how on Earth was I going to match that success with a Christmas gift?

Then it came to me.  “Would you like your book turned into a paperback for your Christmas present?” I asked.  “Several people have said they’d rather buy it like that than as an e-book.”
The reply was instant: “Yes please.”

Sorted.  I emailed a friend in the States who had recently published a book with Amazon’s Create Space service.  She came back with a host of useful hints and tips.

I can’t pretend it was easy.  The formatting and cover had to be totally redone and there were contentious bits like the ‘About the Author’ page.  William strongly disliked my first attempt at that, but then amazed me by re-drafting much of it himself.

So now, I sit and wait.  Within the next few hours, the proof will arrive – proof that The Words of William are out there in print, and I simply couldn’t be more proud 🙂

 

 

Hopefully, within the next week or so, the paperback edition of The Words of William – Volume One will be available here and on Amazon in the US, UK and Europe.