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here are many possible reasons why I have been lucky enough to recall so much of this apparently unique experience. If perhaps an outside influence has been helping me with this chore, I would not be surprised. However, it's possible for us to train our minds and bodies to help recall material we may have thought unrecoverable.Zen meditators have been found to be able to alter their alpha-theta frequencies according to the depth of their meditations, as Japan's leading neurophysiologist, Dr Tomio Mirai, has reported. He has correlated brainwave patterns with certain stages of meditation. According to Dr Mirai, "Meditation is not merely a stage between mental stability and sleep, but a 'condition' where the person is relaxed but ready to accept and respond positively to any stimulus that may reach him.”
Research has confirmed that brainwave rhythms correspond to certain states of consciousness. This suggests that individuals capable of altering their brainwave patterns can have significant control over their mental and physiological functioning. As Elmer and Alyce Green of the famous Menninger Institute first reported in the mid-1970s, "...simply causing your brain to generate theta activity for a few minutes each day seems to have enormous benefits, including boosting the immune system, enhancing creativity and triggering integrative psychological well- being."
Biofeedback researchers have found that people who enter the theta state expand their state of consciousness, acquire super-receptivity to new information and demonstrate a greater ability to 'rescript' material on a subconscious level.
One effect of this experience was that it made me want to re-examine life and the simple act of living in a little more detail. As I was doing this, it appeared that things were not quite as straightforward as I had first
thought, especially regarding birth and death. My in-depth investigation even suggested that some engineering and choices might be involved in this respect, especially as regards birth!
It only takes a line or two to suggest this, but it would take a book larger than this one to expand on the statement. It would be best for me to leave you to do your own research in that direction.
What I had learnt from my terrestrial studies I then combined with information I had been told during my off-planet experience. It soon became obvious to me that some behind-the-scenes organising goes on, which we do not seem to be able to remember while we are in bodily form down here on planet Earth.
This in turn led me to think that having been born into a pollution-free and drug-free environment may well have had a significance or purpose. I also found in later life that my body could easily reject poisons and seemed to have some sort of auto-alert mode when it came to biological pollutants. Again, this suggested that something was indeed going on, necessitating still further investigation.
It goes even deeper than this, I think, for I have found myself in many situations where I could have been harmed in a most serious way. Several such situations I have already recalled for you. We don't need to go looking for these situations: they are inevitable if we live a life containing some amount of action or movement. Because none of these events has ever ended up causing me physical injury, you could say I've become blasé to the whole danger thing. I've not yet been put to the test, but I do not fear death for I believe there is much more to come after this life. This could end up being a very dangerous attitude to life, I might add, and should not be encouraged in the young! I think, though, that we have a natural, in-built reflex action which helps us defend our bodies against possible injury or death.
Most certainly when I was very young there was no way I could consciously have been in charge of the auto-alert mode I mentioned earlier. An example of this was my sudden (and, at the time, unexplained) rejection of milk as a food source. During the early 1950s the Americans were testing nuclear weapons in the atmosphere over the Pacific Ocean, not too far to the north of my homeland, New Zealand. In 1954 they tested their first hydrogen bomb in the area of the Marshall Islands. This released into the atmosphere a tremendous amount of radioactive material which eventually found its way onto the pasturelands of New
Zealand in the form of strontium-90 and worse. From there it made its way into our cattle and, following the natural chain from there, to our milk—which in those days was given free to all schoolchildren during their lunch or play time. It was as if a bomb had gone off inside me! My body began to reject milk at just this time as if it were pure poison (which it actually is!). I have not drunk straight milk since.
Arguably, I could say that the first kind of 'pollutant' I'd come across was the terrestrial school education system. Did my auto-alert ever work well there! Something told me this was not a good thing and I was not going to go! Of course, I did go, but not without a fight.
As coincidence would have it, I recall that it was at about this time that I had my first interaction with something that may not have been terrestrial, at least not in the manner in which you and I might initially perceive it. This was perhaps one of the most startling things to come from my hypnotherapy sessions, and may suggest that even back then, in times of trial or stress, I always had someone looking over me.
On my way to school on one of those very early days, something happened that made school just a secondary place of learning and nowhere near as much fun for me. Although I was only five years old at the time, a very strong memory lingers now that it has been revived.
The distance to school was possibly more than a mile, and on the way I had to pass by a park. (This was in the days when it was safe for a five- year-old to walk to school alone!) We lived not far from the sea, so a seagull in the park was no strange thing to me—but one that did not move, however, was. I can remember to this day saying to myself, "I can catch that bird as it isn't moving", without a thought as to the reason why it was not moving. I was just about to pick it up when a light so bright that I could not look at it directly caught the corner of my eye. I can even remember shielding my eyes as I tried to look into it.
What emerged from that light may only be the interpretation of a five- year-old's mind seeing something that it could not comprehend—or maybe I was just allowed to see what was perfectly acceptable for a five- year-old. Whatever the interpretation, I can remember seeing three fairies, or at least something similar. They were no taller than I and they glowed in the bright light with the colour of gold. They did not step out of the light but beckoned me toward them. It was as if I knew them, for I do not remember being fearful. Perhaps I said hello in recognition, but that's not so clear.
What they gave me to hold I shall never forget. I called it a "triangle box"—perhaps a five-year-old's description of a tetrahedron or pyramid. With hindsight, I should say it was a pyramid. They asked me to look into this pyramid, but I do not recall the exact words or even if words were used. I looked, but, because of the impatience of my age, when nothing happened after a short time I tried to give it back. They asked me to look again. This time, I remember, I became dizzy; I felt like I was falling, as in a dream. What I fell into was more than a dream: it was a whole new world!
My small friends or fairies were there, too, in this strange land, and they took my hand, I think to comfort me. I remember walking up a large ramp into a building that looked like a very large version of my triangle box. As we crested the rise, within the pyramid and stretching out before us as far as the eye could see was a land of green grass, trees, rivers and lakes. There were buildings, too, but they were strange to watch. Some were the shape of the triangle box; others were tall towers with 'light bulbs' on top. The smaller ones were rather like a snail's shell or a seashell. I was told these buildings were grown, and can remember thinking to myself (as my father was a builder) how strange to grow houses and not build them. Most were the colour of a silver pearl. The triangle boxes or pyramid-type buildings were much bigger and looked to be made of glass, but I was later told it was more like a synthetic crystal material.
There were other children there, too, and we played together. The best game was where several of us would sit in a circle with one in the middle. The outer circle of children would hold hands and the one in the middle would rise in the air. I had my turn in the middle as well. How could I forget that!
This was my first encounter with a world within worlds, but I still have no more of an idea where that world might reside, in relation to this one, than I did back then.
On a later visit I asked why I always felt dizzy upon entering their world. Their reply was that they were using the magnetic road through time, so my internal compass would spin and make me feel dizzy or giddy. I asked many questions during subsequent visits, and many things were explained to me. But as I became older I remembered fewer and fewer of these interactions upon returning to this world we call reality.
often it would come back to me in vivid dreams as much as a week or more after these sessions finished! Other times it would just be remembered as one remembers the name of a long-forgotten friend. The dream memories, however, were far more 'real' (if I can use that word here) than in an ordinary dream. I think I've experienced enough of both by now to be able to tell one from the other.
I can recall being taken inside one of the strange, round houses when I was much younger, and can even recall a few of the details that were explained to me at the time. I remember it was aglow inside, but there were no lights that I could see. I asked where the glow was coming from, and to the best of my knowledge this is the answer I received.
The 'house', as I called it, was a naturally formed creation. Much, if not all of the light was from a natural phosphorescence generated by the living structure itself! This was backed up by a form of photosynthesis which acted not unlike a solar cell and which, in turn, served as an additional power source. The house was a mixture of both plant and animal life! It was grown within an electromagnetically-constructed grid, which also supported the structure until it matured and solidified. I was told that almost any size could be constructed and that once it had matured it was almost indestructible. There were no seams or joints to weaken the structure. It did not need heating, as the structure was a living entity that could regulate its own temperature, as most living things do. A vegetable-animal mix might be rather hard to imagine, but possibly easier for a young child to accept than an adult.
I had forgotten most of the above detail over the course of the years, and perhaps most of it would have remained in the recesses of my mind had it not been for a piece of information that subsequently came my way by pure accident.
One day while in my local library searching for information on human blood and the existence of different blood-types, a book by Fred Alan Wolf, titled The Body Quantum, fell off a library shelf and almost hit me on the foot! It just so happened that this book had a little information about blood types, so I took it home. I do not profess to understand even half of Fred's work, but all the same, on pages 184 and 185, I came across something so relevant to the possibility of an vegetable-animal cross that I must share it with you now.
Quite simply, what I found was that there is very little difference between the structure of chlorophyll and blood haemoglobin. Apart from
the core nucleus of chlorophyll being magnesium and the haemoglobin being iron, I thought they both looked identical. Fred's comments on this suggest that both plants and animals may have an ancestor in common.
As soon as I read this, I knew that what I'd seen back then as a child had been real. This in turn brought my more recent 1989 experience into light. The details simply filled themselves in after that.
This brings me to another Fred I quite like: Sir Fred Hoyle. This Fred also has some interesting things to say about chlorophyll. Sir Fred thinks that chlorophyll may not even be a native of planet Earth! If it grew up here, he states, it should not be green. Green is altogether the wrong colour! He asks why chlorophyll should choose to miss out on the best part of the colour spectrum for supplying converted energy to its parent plant. By reflecting green light, it cannot use it; and, as you most likely know, green falls right in the middle of the light spectrum on this planet. Surely this is a foolish mistake on Nature's part? But it would only be a mistake if Earth Nature were responsible for it in the first place. According to Sir Fred, chlorophyll on this planet should be black!
If our plant life did not originate here, perhaps the same could be said for other forms of life. Remember what Fred Wolf said: both plant and animal life could have a common ancestor.
Once I had accessed that lost memory, a lot of long-forgotten material came back to me. Some of this material concerned pyramids, but not necessarily the ones on our planet.
The pyramids I do remember had many functions, one of which was as a school of learning. It was explained to me, although I cannot remember the exact words, that within the pyramid there are very special forces at work that can tune the mind and extend one's understanding of all things. The pyramid could also be used as a doorway to other worlds, and it was through one of these doors that I had been brought on my many visits.
It was also explained to me that 'physical' matter as such could not travel through these doors. This left me with the perplexing problem of just what part of me had passed through to this 'other' world. There was always the promise that the mystery would be revealed at a later date.
I cannot remember what happened when I came home after these first interactions at around age five. I'm sure that on more than one occasion I didn't get to school at all. There's a vague recollection I have of sitting on the back steps of a local church one day when I was very young. I was
alone and perhaps should have been at school. Curiously, this church was in the opposite direction to my local school and I could not remember how or why I was sitting there. I can imagine what my mother would have said if I'd arrived home with stories of playing with fairies instead of going to school! It makes me wonder how many other parents have children who come home with such stories.
I wouldn't argue with the explanation that some children just have very active imaginations and live in fantasy worlds. But do we really know what fantasy is? Is it a doorway to distant worlds, perhaps? And why is it that adults seem to close themselves off from such doorways? One of the main objectives of the terrestrial school system that I was trying to escape, would seem to be the removal of such worlds from young imaginations. "So that we might concentrate our efforts on this 'real' world we are all living in," would seem to be the reasoning behind their actions. But could there be hidden, ulterior motives?
In answer to my own question, I would suggest this is done partially to keep us from discovering our true selves. The potential within us all is greater, I think, than we can imagine; greater than some on this planet would wish us to know! But to access this potential we must involve the use of the inner mind—that part which is denied the light of day by the very system which is supposed to bring out the best in us!
The human race has reached great heights in a very short time as far as the evolutionary scale on this planet is concerned. But I wonder what greater heights we could reach if the whole human entity were allowed to contribute. Attributes such as an open mind and sustained, positive thought are sometimes the equal of a high-class education, if some of mankind's greatest inventors and inventions are anything to go by. Almost all discoveries and breakthroughs are of a type that cannot necessarily be studied or devised from textbooks. So where do most of them come from? In my opinion, they come from the inner mind. The ability to 'think outside the square' cannot be taught, and perhaps fewer than one in a million of us is allowed to or has managed to retain it.
One of the greatest minds of this century (or any century, for that matter), was a scientist by the name of Nikola Tesla. Quite possibly most have not heard of him, and in many ways this confirms exactly the point I want to make. Jealousy and fear are two of the most likely reasons that you may not have heard Tesla's name before now. These are also two of the main reasons why overactive young minds are snuffed out in our terrestrial school systems. There cannot be too many geniuses running
around: that would undermine the power base of the select few who fancy they own this planet and us along with it!
This man Tesla had just such a mind as I could be criticised for