Category Archives: Stories From A Medium

A regression – 900,000 years ago

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I am talking of a period about 900,000 years ago.  I have strong recollections of having landed here, in this world after the spaceship was shot down and we escaped in little scout ships. My first recollection is feeling pain in my chest as I tried to breathe in this atmosphere. I am not seeing shapes clearly, as we normally do looking at the landscape around us.  I am not seeing trees and rocks and definite shapes and forms.  There is hardly any difference between the water and the sky. It is very blurry. I can only liken it to … Read More… →

Destination Unknown

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As you travel your Spiritual Path some people join you but for a brief time and then exit from your life.  It is only in hindsight do you realise how important was their role – how life changing and what an indelible mark they have left behind.  Such are the people in this chapter.  They made a grand entrance into my life at a time when I was alone and filled empty spaces with love.  I send love and gratitude to these people (I have changed their names as I respect their privacy. And so the stories begin………….. The magic … Read More… →

Wilpena Pound

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Back in the early 1990’s I went with a group of people to Wilpena Pound and whilst at Wilpena Pound I experienced a shift. This shift allowed me to experience another dimension. I experienced being in a city of light where the buildings shone as glass does when reflecting light. The city seemed to be built out of crystal. Not a hard, dense clear quartz crystal, but a delicate fine glass, not unlike a fragile wine glass. To my perspective it seemed so delicate that it appeared very fragile. I seemed to be standing on the outskirts of the city … Read More… →

What is the Point of it All?

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I awoke tired, with a heavy heart and a feeling of ‘yet another day of toil’.  A question drifted through my mind as I lay there. “What is the point of it all?”. The still, small voice answered.  “Does a flower ask – what is the point to being a flower – to grow and die.  What is its point or reason for being.  It is to manifest the beauty of My Divine Nature, to bring this beauty into reality for all to enjoy.  The flower is an expression of Myself for All to know and experience Me in the … Read More… →