07 July, 2010
06 July, 2010
One of the aspects was to train the mind by various exercises. An example was to lie down and then raise the legs - but only in the mind and not physically. It's harder to do than describe!
This in turn led to what was called 'picking up an identity.' A sort of telepathic link with someone else.
The tutor, Edgar, described how he first tried to do this. His subject was someone well known to him:
"With no idea just how it would work and no fixed plans on what I would do when I had taken over the identity, I slowly relaxed, dispersed the feeling of my own body and built up my new identity.
Holding this, I replaced my subconscious feelings of my present surroundings with those of a gymnasium. Why I cannot say, it just happened.
I mentally looked at the vaulting horse until I could almost believe it was there. I mentally held out my hand to touch it and tried to implant the sensation of the touch into my mind. I tried to vault it and do all manner of actions that would be utterly impossible for the person whose identity I had borrowed to perform.
I swung from a trapeze, stood on my head, jumped a vaulting horse, climbed from ropes and swung from rafters with an ease that a monkey would have envied!
One strange thing would occur however. I was not sufficiently experienced to hold the identity all the time and I would let it slip and automatically pick up my own again.
Whenever this happened I would feel my own heart beating rapidly and I would begin to perspire. It must be understood that this involved no movement whatever on my part. All the actions were purely mental.
After a while I became tired and the whole incident now seemed farcial: I was indeed glad that I had discussed this with no one.
The following morning I met the subject of my experiment (the man whose identity he had tried to take over). Having wished him a "Good morning." I enquired after his health in my usual manner by saying, "How are you?"
"I'm as stiff as a board," he replied. "You'd think I'd run a hundred miles last night."
"You shouldn't overdo the gardening," I smiled, "a man of your age."
"Gardening!" he exclaimed. "I never saw it, I spent the whole night reading in front of the fire."
"Then perhaps it's a touch of flu," I continued, fishing for a reasonable explanation. "You often ache all over when a cold is coming on. Did you sweat at all, or feel out of breath?"
He eyed me curiously for a moment. "Trying to give me a cold or something?" he asked.
I smiled to disarm his suspicions and changed the subject but all the while he would interrupt our conversation with, "My darned back. I feel as though somebody has tried to kick me from here to Christmas."
So had there been any connection between Edgar and his subject? Edgar was of the opinion that there was and that it can't have been a coincidence. He said, "His mind had picked up my actions through the subconscious and reacted the same way as if he had done the physical jerks himself."
This was the beginning of Edgar's claimed ability to take over other peoples identities. It all starts with being able to perform actions in your own mind - perhaps walking about a room, while actually sitting in a chair and so on.
Is this sort of thing really possible? It can only really be proved or disproved by personal experience.
05 July, 2010
Coincidences like this make me smile.
My wife said that she thought we needed a new broom for sweeping our outside paths. Me, being me said, "What's wrong with the two that we have?" They seemed okay to me, I'd only used them a couple of days previously.
Anyway, to keep it short, I was wrong! We needed a new broom. "I'll conjure one up." I laughed.
Two days later we set off for a walk from home. We have several routes that give us a three to four mile journey. We decided on which one we would do and set off, with not a mention or a thought of a broom.
We walked about a quarter of a mile and passed a house, where the owner was clearing out unwanted bits and pieces. Most of this he had thrown in a rubbish skip but there against the wall, with a sign which read: 'Please take away for free', were five brand new brooms!
We stopped and the man saw us looking. "Is it okay if we take one," I asked.
"I'd rather you took all of them," he answered and told us how he was clearing out his garage and sheds of everything he no longer needed.
So, suddenly we were the 'proud' owners of five brand new brooms (labels still on them - they had to be assembled) - just as my wife wanted. I know there are only four in the photo but we have already given one away to our son.
When things like this happen it always amuses me. My wife wanted a broom and got five! As it says in St.Luke: "... and it shall be given to you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over ..."
I'm not into any organised religion but there are 'truths' within the Bible alongside many that aren't, of course.
I think I've probably written something similar previously, but it seems that when we want something in a light hearted way, not really bothering if it comes about or not - it often appears.
This seems to be one of the secrets of visualisation: Picture what it is we want, release the matrix and then forget about it. A little while later, perhaps depending on how clear the picture created, the object arrives.
As St.Paul is quoted as saying, "Be not deceived; God is not mocked; for whatever a man soweth that shall he reap." But personally I reckon the universe has a sense of humour, we just have to be careful what we ask for.
04 July, 2010
I don't know what you will make of this but I swear that it's true. I presume it comes under the category of a coincidence because I don't know how it could have happened otherwise.
I once worked for a boss who was very aggressive and domineering, and who criticized me for being much too easy going. She often preached that I needed to change my attitude to succeed with her company. One day she was rambling on and on about how I should have more fight in me, how I should change my attitude, become more out going and aggressive.
We were standing by a window as she continued with her rant.
It's true I am placid and usually easy going but I'd had enough of her lecture and wasn't going to change my nature for her, or anyone else for that matter.
I spotted a fly settling on the window and I pointed my finger to it and said, "I'm afraid that's the way I am. I wouldn't even hurt a fly."
As I said this, the fly left the window and landed on my finger. It stayed there and I brought it towards her so she could take a good look. It was absolutely magical, an unbelievable moment and it looked exactly as if I had intended this to happen.
Her expression was one of amazement and she clasped her hands to her sizable chest. The clear picture of her shocked face remains with me to this day, even though this happened about ten years ago.
As she looked at me I said to the fly, "Off you go," and wiggled my finger so that it flew off to the window once more. "Was there anything else?" I asked my boss.
"No, that's it for now," she mumbled.
I left the company a short while after this for somewhere more appreciative to my easy going nature.
03 July, 2010
A while back I wrote a Squidoo lens about a short walk my wife and I often do, here in Cornwall, which leads to Pentewan beach. It's nothing spectacular but on the way there is a river path, woods, a small village, a beach and finally the sea. It's all very pleasant on a sunshine day when we don't fancy anything more strenuous.
We went on the walk today to stretch our legs. I had been writing on the computer and my wife had been making our future daughter-in-law's wedding dress. It was a lovely day and it's always uplifting to view the sea with a blue sky stretching above.
We didn't see all that many people on the walk but on our return saw an older couple setting off and glancing at a sheet of paper - which I presumed were details of the local footpaths. Somehow we got talking to them briefly and, sure enough, their instruction sheet was a copy of my Squidoo lens!
So that turned out to be my coincidence of the day. There didn't appear to be any other connection between the other couple and ourselves so off they went.
I do very little on Squidoo but somehow I seem to qualify for $20 to $40 each month, which is sent direct to my Paypal account.
Originally I was going to write lots of lenses about Cornish walks of all different lengths, together with photos. Somehow though I never quite got round to doing this. Now that I know some people may actually be taking note of the Pentewan walk perhaps I might just get round to completing a few more ... but there again, the sun is shining, there is a blue sky and it's hard to stay for too long in front of a computer, there is a whole world waiting ...
Walking In Cornwall: London Apprentice To Pentewan
Funny and Humorous Letters
02 July, 2010
"I saw effects of psychic energy produced by Russian ESP researchers for which people would have been burned as witches years ago and many Americans are still not ready to accept as possible.
Among the things I saw were: a device that stores psychic energy, then discharges it. Hypnotism taking place by telepathy and a young scientist trained to make objects move by mind power alone.
I saw them with my own eyes, these were not stage tricks, but part of an official Russian Government backed program in ESP research.
The Russians are pinning a lot on being able to outstrip the world on ESP knowledge and from what I saw, they may well do so.
One of the most spectacular demonstrations I have ever seen in my life was that of a Russian device called a psychotrenic generator* - a small metal object, shaped like a pyramid.
This device is designed to receive psychic energy, store it and then use it. A medium or other person with psychic power sits by the device and simply pours his or her energy into it.
Then a scientist showed me one of its uses. Before him were two glass jars of waste water from a clothing plant. The water was thoroughly dirty, full of pieces of cloth and other rubbish, actually a sludge.
In the first jar the scientist put ordinary pieces of metal. Nothing whatever happened. The water remained a sludge.
In the second jar he placed the psychotrenic generator which had been charged by a medium with psychic energy. Astonishingly, I saw all the dirt and sludge in the water fall to the bottom of the jar leaving clear, pure water at the top.
Imagine being able to control water pollution by means of psychic energy. Russian scientists may at some future date be able to do just that.
I was told that once energy had been placed into the device, it can be stored for long periods and even sent around the world if necessary without losing its force.
Today Russian researchers are not only able to make objects move by the force of the mind alone, they are at work training others in this power.
I spoke to one woman, a psychology professor at Moscow University, who had been trained to accomplish this feat.
On a table with a clear top were two cylinders. She made the cylinders roll across the table simply by willing them to move and could move them in two different directions at once.
Afterwards she told me she had been trained to control matter with her mind. It had taken her two years to reach proficiency.
The process she said was first to believe that it could be done. Then she learned to concentrate all her energy into her finger tips and direct power towards the objects to be moved.
The Russians are able to train people in the use of psychic power and to make awesome advances. They are spending large sums of money on ESP research.
Until the US does the same, Russian progress in ESP will remain years or decades ahead of ours."