Three Days From Yesterday

[Scots_Nomad]

In other posts on this forum I have discussed the fact that during the summer of 2004 – six months before the event actually happened - I knew that there was going to be a giant tsunami in South East Asia some time in the near future, and how in the summer of 2005 I was able to predict (in emails sent to both CNN and the BBC) that both Hurricanes Katrina and Rita would become category five storms which would each devastate New Orleans, however until now I have not fully explained how it was that I came to know about those impending natural disasters. The fact is that these two revelations were merely side-issues to a far more important revelation that was given to me during one of a number of very long conversation I had with ‘my friends’ in July 2004 (I have discussed how I first came into contact with ‘my friends’ in other posts).

I would like to tell everyone on this forum what that third revelation was (in truth I would like to tell everyone everywhere what that third revelation was), however the real story is not so much what I know, but HOW I know it, and to explain that in sufficient detail here would take a post about sixty pages long.

If there is a way that I can post that amount of information on this site then I would be happy to do so if someone can tell me how, but in the meantime, what I have done is to take the details of that conversation (which actually form the basis of the last chapter of the last book that I have drafted about my experiences with ‘my friends’), and formed it into a stand-alone short story which I have uploaded to the self-publishing website Lulu.com and made it available for anyone to download and read completely free of charge.

The title of the short story is ‘Three Days From Yesterday’ – I would have preferred to have called it ‘The Day After Tomorrow’, however someone else had already beaten me to that title – And the ID number is 8142480, and as I said before, you can download it completely free of charge. I really would appreciate it if you would take time to download it and have a read at the full story and then to pass it on to anyone else you know who you think may be interested – the more people who are aware of it the better. If you have any problem with downloading the story from that site then send me a private message here and I could email a copy of it to you directly.

Seasons greetings and best wishes for the New Year to you all.

[Scots_Nomad]

It’s been pretty quiet on here recently so I decided to post something else for you to read. This is actually an extract from my response to a private message I received from one of the members here who had just read the short story mentioned in my post above, but I’ve decided to post it here so everyone can have a read at it:

…You may understand more of how I felt when the tsunami happened now that you have read that short story but I’m sure you couldn’t understand fully yet because there is still one big tsunami-related bit of my story that you don’t know about, and it was probably that bit which had the biggest effect on me when I found out that the tsunami (which I knew to be on the way) had actually happened.

The conversation set out in my short story was the first time I had discussed tsunamis with my friends. In one of my earlier posts on the site I discussed another occasion where my friends showed me a BBC TV news report ‘from the future’ back in July 2004 about an earthquake which had happened in South East Asia. In that news report (which I saw once again as a ‘live’ news story at Easter 2005) it didn’t actually say there had been a tsunami, however the fact that it put so much emphasis on the relief people felt that the quake hadn’t caused a tsunami was enough to convince me that there must have been an earlier earthquake in that area which had caused a tsunami, so we discussed the subject once again. In between that first tsunami-related conversation and my later viewing of the future news report however, my friends ‘treated me’ to another experience, and it was that experience that really made it hard for me to bear when I heard that the tsunami had actually happened.

Describing that other experience filled a long chapter in my first book, but to try to summarise it very quickly for you here, there was one point when I was in my sitting-room chatting to my friends when they said,

“OK, were going to show you something now and we’ll talk again when it’s finished.”

I didn’t know what to expect but suddenly there was a HUGE crash/rumble which I initially thought was thunder, followed by the loudest, heaviest rain I’d ever heard in my life (and I’ve spent 12 years in the tropics where they have rainfall like you wouldn’t believe!). Seconds later I heard what sounded like flash-floods happening all round my house. I stayed in a large detached house with an eight foot high garden wall all around it – on two sides of my house there were small lanes leading to other houses and to the front there was a fairly quiet street - and it sounded like there was some real chaos going on out there.

I could hear trees and other wooden things breaking and lots of heavy objects being smashed together, but what I heard most of all were screams and cries for help. I heard people scream and call help or call for their mothers and/or their gods in every language I was aware of as well as in many languages that I didn’t recognise at all.

I tried to look out of my window, but all I could see was my garden, my swimming pool and my garden wall, and all of that looked surprisingly normal. I tried to go outside for a closer look but my door wouldn’t open - it was as if my front door had been welded completely shut, and the door was made of wood! I ran upstairs to my bedroom on the first floor to look out over my garden wall but it was completely black – I couldn’t even see the lights from neighbouring houses or streetlights (which wasn’t completely unheard of because you would frequently get power black outs during big storms). I ran upstairs again to my second floor where I had my spare bedroom and a door out onto a rooftop balcony, but once again everything from my window was black and the balcony door was welded shut just like my front door. And all that time I was surrounded by the sound of thousands of people screaming and crying out for help.

I begged my friends to stop it but they just said, “Sorry Wee Man, we can’t”
(and that was the only thing they said during the whole experience).

I tried covering my ears or putting my fingers in them to try to block out the sounds but all that seemed to do was amplify the screams in my head. I felt so useless, helpless and hopeless that I was actually reduced to tears.

I stumbled my way back down stairs to my sitting room where I sat down on my sofa, pulled my feet up onto the cushion with my knees tucked under my chin and just sat there surrounded by all those screams until I just kind of went numb.

I’ve no idea how long I sat there, it could have been ten minutes or two hours, I really don’t know, it just went on and on and on. I thought it was never going to end, but it eventually did die away, leaving me still sitting in silence on my sofa with my knees beneath my chin and my arms wrapped around my legs, but with the memory of those sounds still echoing in my head.

A couple of times my friends tried to speak to me but as soon as they said anything I just cut them off, saying “F**k you!” – I really had no intention of speaking to them again at that point, and to be honest with you, I felt so hopeless at that point that all I wanted to do was die, and I may well have made that happen if my front doorbell hadn’t rung at that very moment.

It was about 11pm and I wasn’t expecting anyone so I was really surprised to see one of my mates. He could see right away that there was something wrong with me. When he asked me what was wrong I asked him if he knew anything about any of what was happening too me (it just seemed real strange that he should appear at my door out of the blue at that time of night – I lived across town from most of my friends and no one would ever just pop in without calling first as I was out most of the time), however he said he didn’t know a thing so I couldn’t even begin to discuss it with him. He was real worried about me and insisted that I came out to get something to eat with him, even though I really just wanted to be by myself. Eventually I gave in and we headed off to a local restaurant on his motorbike where I ordered some food but couldn’t actually eat anything. We sat in near silence and had a couple of beers then he got the restaurant to put my meal into a doggie-bag for me to take home with me. He took me back to my house and only agreed to go home if I promised that I would eat some of my meal later. I said I would try, but in fact I just couldn’t have eaten anything that night.

It was about a year and a half later that I actually told my mate anything about what had happened to me – In fact I gave him a draft of my first book to read coz it was just to big and complicated a story to try to sit down and tell someone. It was about another year later that I decided to ask him if he remembered the night he came to my house out of the blue – to be honest, I had actually had my doubts about whether it had really been him that night, as I part suspected that my friends had taken his form simply because they knew that only one of my real close ‘real’ friends could have gotten me to do anything that night. My friend said “Of course I remember it”, so I asked him why had had come at that particular time (in the three years or so that I stayed in that house that was the only time that he, or indeed any of my mates, had just turned up at my house unannounced. He said he wasn’t really sure, but that something had just told him that I needed help. I asked him if by ‘something telling him’ he meant that he just had a feeling or if he had actually heard a voice and he said “I’m not sure really, it was kind of a bit of both – I had a strange feeling that you were in trouble and a voice inside me kept telling me that I needed to go to your house.”…It was all kind of strange, but it was my experiences that night that really preyed hardest on me when I heard there had been a tsunami, because by that time I understood that what I had been listening to that night were the real voices and screams of real people who had really died in that tsunami…possibly every last one of them – I had heard them the way a dolphin would hear them, and I had felt the way a dolphin would feel when he heard them, as my friends put it.

If that’s right then all I can say is…Poor dolphins!

[eaglesoul]

Curious that you mention the dolphins...and this week in my newspaper an article on dolphins saying that they have a brain more advanced than any of our relatives , the apes ....something that would not surprise those who had been researching on dolphins...but the most surprising line was ther last one saying that they should be awarded "human" status , for the amount of complex info they can handle , the communication they have with one another and the structure of their society in the wild...so your comment seems pretty accurate given that info..
what i do not get is the purpose of letting you go through that painful experience ...if it was not going to play a role into changing the outcome...
just more suffering? does not make sense...
yes , has been quiet...I agree.
Namaste
P

[Scots_Nomad]

Hi Eagle,

Re: Dolphins: The subject of dolphins came up quite often during my chats with my friends, with one particular part of the chat very relevant to what you write about, but before I get to that bit I should maybe start with one of the earlier parts of the chats where the subject of dolphins came up. I can’t actually remember specifically what we were talking about at the time but the subject of dolphins came up and my friends asked’

“Would you like to know what it feels like being a dolphin?”
“What do you mean? Are you going to teach me how to swim really fast like Patrick Duffy?”
(I was making a reference to an old TV program called ‘The Man From Atlantis’ if you’re not familiar with it.)
“We can do that if you want to, but that’s not what we mean.”
“So what do you mean then?”
“We can’t really put it into words, it’s something we’d have to show you.”
“OK, go!”
“We can’t show you right now but we’ll put it on our list of things to do if you want us to.”
”OK, let’s do that.”

Little did I know at the time that what they had in mind was to let me to what it feels like being a dolphin during a tsunami!

A couple of days after that tsunami-dolphin experience we spoke about dolphins again and my friends explained that dolphins know that they are by far the most intelligent creatures in the water, but they feel a responsibility comes with that intelligence and they consider it their job to keep things in order in the seas. My friends also told me that dolphins can see that humans are another intelligent species, and although they find it quite funny to see how clumsy we are in the water, they realise that we are out of our element there and so they will try to help whenever they come across a human in trouble in the water. Dolphins can also see that humans are by far the most intelligent land species they have come across, so they assume that, just as it is their job to keep order in the seas, it is humans job to keep order on the land, so they actually consider humans to be both their equals and their partners…It kind of made me feel a bit sad and a bit guilty when I thought about things in that way.

Re: The purpose of putting me through that painful experience without enabling me to do something about the outcome: I must admit that that is something that I have questioned myself on more than one occasion and which I have felt quite resentful about at times, however what you (and I) must remember is that that story is only one small piece of a much, much bigger jigsaw.
If you have managed to read the short story mentioned in my first post on this topic you will see know that the tsunami was only one of three future-insights that my friends talked to me about during just one of the many conversations we had, and in comparison to the third insight of that conversation I suppose it is a fairly minor one. Would I have taken that conversation so seriously if my friends had not given me such a personal involvement in the tsunami? Would I even have remembered that we had spoken about that tsunami if my friends had not followed up that conversation with an experience that left me with an unforgettable scar on my conscience? (Maybe you would think that I couldn’t possibly have forgotten something as important as a tsunami, however my friends did and spoke about so many mind-blowing things during the first three weeks of our conversations that even something that potentially important could easily have been lost among all of the other revelations I received). Perhaps the main purpose of that chat was to enable me/us to do something about that third insight (which my friends themselves identified as being not only the main reason, but the ONLY reason for the chat), and I suppose that if that is the case then giving me a night of misery and a bit of a mental scar would be a small price to pay.
Since my very first postings on this site (Parallel Paths under the heading of ‘Shared Insights’) I have made it clear that my experiences with my friends have been a real rollercoaster ride with many highs and many lows. Right from day one my friends treated me as an adult, not just in their language and humour but also in what they were prepared to tell me and to show me. They didn’t try to sugar-coat the truth, they just gave it to me straight – the rough and the smooth, and I appreciate that as that is just how I would want to have been treated. On many occasions they pushed me right to the limits of what I (or I believe any other human) could take, often proving to me that I was capable of taking far more than I would otherwise have believed possible – It certainly was no picnic, but I could never have hoped to have learned so much so quickly if they hadn’t stretched me as far as they did, and I could never have really understood ‘Everything’ if I hadn’t at least been given a taste of just how bad things can be to go along with the insights I was given as to just how good things can be.
I suppose the bottom line is that humanity has spent long enough in its adolescence and it’s time for us to grow up and realise that if we want to be treated as adults in the overall scheme of things then we must realise that as adults we have to take responsibility for the consequences of our actions. If we can grow up and act like a mature intelligent species then great things await – greater things than most people could possibly imagine – however if we ignore those responsibilities and continue to behave like immature selfish children then pretty soon we are going to realise that all of our toys are broken and no one else is going to come along and clean up our mess for us any longer.

Cheers for now,
JB

[eaglesoul]

tks for ur post , yes ,i agree what is needed now is a response very different of what humanity has done for milennia....behave like adults is indeed a good way to put it , an adecuate response to what we have as an species done to Mother earth and one another...The thing is ...can we do that?what a challenge! if that is the task , we need to evolve....fast and as you say, without pain and stretching beyond what we thought possible...mmm in my experience , that evolution is not possible ...sadly as your story shows well the only way to bring our attention to something is that...through that kind of experience...
curious species ours...dont really know if we make equal partners to dolphins ...yeah, it is sad ...intelligent is not enough, I know quite a bunch of intelligent people , very damaged and without any healthy boundary ...the key seems to be spiritual evolution...a test we seem to fail over and over again...will we be up to the challenge this time around?I mantain hope...miracles do happen but sometimes my heart is sad , since i also know human nature at its worst...
what i am trying to get to is that we need to evolve in a different paradigm so different that is hard to imagine and it begin with us ...the ones that are at least half awake...
Any plan of action for that?
namaste
P

[Scots_Nomad]

Hi again Eagle

I don’t know if you’ve read the short story mentioned in my first post, and it’s kind of hard to reply properly to you’re post if you don’t know what the third event (after the SE Asian Tsunami and the double hurricane whammy on New Orleans) foretold by my friends was. I don’t want to say what it was here, not just because it would spoil the ending of the story but also because it is as important to read the logic of how that conversation/story went as it is to know the ending.
What I will say however is that with only 15 years to go I don’t think we’ve got enough time left for evolving, and while spiritualism may provide some kind of comfort to some people it’s certainly not going to do anything to help solve or avoid the problem.
As far as miracles are concerned, I wouldn’t hold out too much hope for that – as I said in my last post, “if we don’t stop acting like selfish children then pretty soon we are going to realise that all our toys are broken and no one is going to come along and clean up our mess for us anymore”, or as my conversation with my friends put it back in 2004:-

[i]…“So! Why are you telling me this? Are you telling me just so that I know that we are f**ked or are you telling me because there is something that we can do about it?”
”There’s still enough time for your people to do something about it if all your people work together.”
”Oh, so you are telling me that we’re f**ked then!”
”Why do you say that?”
”’’Cause working together is not something my people do well, and working together is not something that ALL my people ever do!”
“But don’t you think that they might learn how to work together if the stakes were big enough?”
”Don’t you know my people at all Big Yin?...There’s no chance! They’d spend years arguing about whether or not the threat was really a threat, and then when they finally realised that it was then they’d just run out the rest of the clock arguing over what should be done, and more importantly to them, arguing about who should be in charge of doing whatever we would have to do. We’re f**ked Big Yin! If we’re depending on us all working together then we’re really f**ked!”

I sat quietly for a while (or at least, I was quiet on the outside!), and then I had a thought,

“So is there anything that you could do about it?”
”Of course there is.”
”So will you do it?”
”Why should we?”
”What???”
”Why should we Wee Man? If your people aren’t willing to work together to help themselves then why should we bother to lift a finger?”
“Because you can?”
”And so can your people!”…[/i]

And as for your last question as to whether I have any plan of action for it – There’s bugger all I can do about it on my own other than trying to let others know what I was told in the hope that word reaches those who are in a position to verify the threat and do something about it (which is what I am doing here). If nothing comes of that then my plan is simply not to be around when it happens.

[WolfsEyelash]

Hey Ya John,

I will post a question here...i would like to know as much about your dolphin experience as you would like to share. my question is, when you had your experience did you see in colour?

With thanks
_________________
"Love knows not it's own depth til the hour of separation"
Namaste *

[Scots_Nomad]

Hi Sophia,

There’s nothing much more to tell about ‘the dolphin experience’ (or more specifically my ‘what a dolphin feels like during a tsunami experience’), although we did speak about dolphins in many different contexts in various parts of the conversations (we actually also spoke about ‘wolves’ too, although it was more in a metaphoric way than speaking about the wild animals themselves).

As far as ‘were my experiences in colour’:- The vast majority of my experiences were auditory rather than visual. When I was having my early conversations with my friends I saw nothing at all, it was just a voice ‘from nowhere and everywhere’ – during the conversations I found it easier if I pictured them in front and above me (it gave me somewhere to direct my responses towards), however if I actually had to try to point at where the voice was coming from I wouldn’t have been able to. At one point in my early conversations I asked them what they looked like and they replied,
“Does that matter?”
“Not really I suppose but I’m just curious.”
”What would you like us to look like?”
”I don’t have any preference, I’m just asking what you look like.”
“We can look like anything you want us to, so what would you like?”
”Oh, if that’s the case then let’s not bother. What would be the point if it wasn’t really what you look like?...I suppose that might be better anyway, ‘coz would I feel as comfortable talking to you if you looked like some kind of giant cockroach?”
“Would you?”
”Mmmm…I would try to, but who knows if I could?...Maybe it’s best to just keep going like this.”

There were some visual aspects to my experiences though – at the very beginning of our chats there was a few times when they asked me to close my eyes so they could show me something, following which they put an image directly into my mind/my imagination (such as the time they used a visual metaphor based around Angkor Wat temple in Cambodia when they were showing me how old they were), and there was another fairly significant ‘visual experience’ that they showed me a few days later which I suppose ties in to their claim that they could look like whatever I wanted them to:-

I was watching something on TV in my sitting room when they said,
“Turn the TV over.”
”What station?”
”It doesn’t matter, any station.”

I pressed a button on my TV remote and found myself looking at some chat show from some French satellite channel,

“Oops, hold on I’ll find another one.”
”No, this one will do fine.”
”But it’s French!”
“That doesn’t matter, we just want to show you something.”
”OK. So what do you want to show me?”
”What do you think of him?”

The only thing on my TV was some French guy who appeared to be the host of the show.

“I don’t know who he is.”
”But what do you think of him?”
”In what way?”
”Well, do you notice anything unusual about him?”

I looked for a minute or so, but saw nothing unusual at all.

“No, can’t say I do.”
”What about his hands, do you notice anything unusual about them?”

The guy was sitting down in a leather swivel chair and the picture was a relative close-up which only showed the upper part of his body. Most of the time his hands weren’t in shot however I caught sight of them a few times as he gestured while he chatted away about whatever the hell he was chatting about.

“I can’t really get a good look at them but there doesn’t seem to be anything unusual about them.”
“What about now?”

I looked again. At first everything seemed as it had before but then, without any change in the tone of the presenters voice or in the serious expression on his face, his hands came into shot and he started to do the ‘hand-jive’ (and I mean the full works, crossing his hands over each other then with one hand touching the opposite elbow and the other hand clenched but with the thumbs pointing back towards the shoulder etc, etc, etc!). I watched for a minute or so, thinking to myself “What the f**k???” as I watched him hand jive away while otherwise carrying on with what seemed like a very serious discussion about something or other. I laughed and said,

“Is that you doing that?”
“What do you think?”

As they said that the hands stopped hand-jiving and instead his right hand began repeatedly pointing towards the presenters head before making the ‘wanker’ gesture (if you know what I mean)! I laughed even harder!

“How the f**k are you doing that?”
“How do you think we could be doing it?”
“Well, I somehow doubt that he is actually sitting in some TV studio somewhere in France doing that with his hands – I mean no one in the audience seems to see anything unusual or funny so I guess you must be f**king around with my TV picture.”
“So how could we be doing that?”
”Well…is this a recording or is it a live show?”
“Would that really matter?”
“Ooooh…With your time-machine thingey or whatever it is I don’t suppose it would, but I suppose I find it easier to imagine how you could do it with a recorded program and then to bear in mind that what is live to me is still a recording to you.”
“So how could we do it on a recorded show then?”
”Well…I suppose you could be making the whole thing up and this is not a real program I am watching just something that you made up and that you’re broadcasting into my telly…But then how could you get his actions to fit in so perfectly with my questions?...Although I suppose that would be easy enough with your time machine thingey and a bit of editing.”
“And what if we tell you that this is an actual program and not something we made up?”
“Well, obviously you are somehow superimposing some additional pixels or images of his hands onto the basic picture, but I suppose you would have to make sure that his real hands never came into the shot, so you would have to either check all the footage first to make sure his hands never appear…Or I suppose you could be superimposing your part of the signal so that it blocks the lower half of the screen so it wouldn’t matter if his hands came into view on the original program.”
“So can you imagine that we are able to do that?”
”Mmmm…I don’t know how you would do it specifically…certainly not if this is a live show…but I suppose if it was a recorded show then I guess that something like that would be possible even with the technology we’ve got today…I’m not sure if we would be able to superimpose something onto an existing signal so convincingly here yet, but I suppose I can imagine how something like that could be technically possible.”
“OK. So if you can believe that we may be able to superimpose images onto the signal to your TV set, can you imagine that we could do the same thing with your optic nerve?”

I must admit that that possibility hadn’t even crossed my mind before then, but why shouldn’t they be able to? The signal from your eyes to the relevant processing area of your brain is an electrical one, just like the signal to my TV set, so why shouldn’t they be able to plant images directly onto my optic nerve and make me see whatever the hell they wanted me to see, even when no one else around me would be able to see it? Maybe that was supposed to sound impressive to me but actually I found it very sinister! The only thing I could think of saying was,

"F**king hell!"

After a further few minutes of reflection I asked,

"How can I trust anything I ever see, or anything I have ever seen, now that you have told me that?"
"Do you think you can get your head around that?"
"F**k knows how I will, but if I don't I can see myself disappearing up my own arse in a puff of logic!"

(Big round of applause, but it was totally unwanted)

"I know I am joking about this, but this is some heavy shit! Do you realise how far out over 'the abyss' I feel right now? If you drop me now I am totally f**ked! What would be the point in going on if you can't trust any of your senses? There is no point in doing clever stuff with data if you don't really trust the data in the first place. Why would I bother thinking? How can I stop thinking? Why would I bother getting out of my bed in the morning? I could be really f**ked here!"
"Is that what you think?"
"Actually, I think I am probably already f**ked, and that is the scary thing that you probably don't really understand. How could I get back from here on my own?"
"We understand, but you don't need to worry. We know you can get through this, and we promise we won't drop you"
"Yeah! I have heard that before!"…

That visual experience was certainly in complete colour as were all the rest, including the time when they took the logic of the above mind-blowing revelation one or two logical steps further, i.e.,

“So if you can accept that we can send signals directly to your optic nerve, can you imagine that we may be able to take signals directly from your optic nerve?”
”Do you mean to say that you can see whatever I see through my eyes?”
”We can do that, and we do do that, but that isn’t really what we are trying to say here, so what else could we be able to do using that ability?”
“Phhhhw…I have no idea!”
”Well you have a think about that and we’ll talk about it more later.”

I was more than happy to leave that conversation there as I was still finding it really hard to get my head round the fact that I could no longer trust my own eyes…Or my own ears for that matter, as it would no doubt be easier to mess with sound signals than visual signals! Sure it could have answered many questions about the strange things I had seen in the days and weeks leading up to First Contact, but it seemed to raise more questions than answers. What about the strange stuff that other had also seen? Could I trust that those were real or were the same images just being planted on to the optic nerves of those other witnesses? What was the point in trying to find logical explanations for anything any more when the easiest answer to it all was that it was all just a planted mirage? And what were the implications of ‘all that’?

We left the subject of them messing around with my optic nerve and moved on to other equally mind-blowing stuff, but it wasn’t too long until I found out what they had been talking about when they had asked me to imagine what else they could do with that ability other than simply seeing things through my eyes.

I’ve discussed in other posts (usually focusing on the tsunami aspects of the story) that at one point my friends showed me a news broadcast ‘from the future’ during which I watched reports on: an earthquake in Indonesia which had specifically not started a tsunami; Pope John Paul ii being taken in to hospital; Some woman in Florida (her name was Terry Schievo) who was in a vegetative state and was being allowed to starve to death after a long court battle; and The Michael Jackson trial. At the time I watched that news report (in July 2004) I was very aware that my friends could have been making the whole thing up just as they had done with the hands of the French chat show host, however my friends assured me that they weren’t (and they were telling the truth, as I saw the very same news broadcast on Easter Monday 2005). As I’ve mentioned before, my friends and I then had very long and detailed chats about each of those news reports, but it was during our chat about Michael Jackson’s trial that I finally got what they had been talking about when they had asked me to imagine what else they could do with optic nerve signals.

My friends started by asking me if I thought Jackson was guilty. At the time I said I had no way of knowing so they said “OK, watch this and tell us what you think of it”.

I watched my TV screen and saw what at first appeared to be ‘live’ TV pictures from the trial (which wouldn’t actually start for another 9 months). Having already watched the news report and accepting that it was somehow possible for them to show me TV pictures from the future, it didn’t seem too unusual to be watching actually footage of the court case, for even though it is not something allowed in the UK, I like the rest of the world had seen more than enough TV coverage of the OJ Simpson trial, however there was something distinctly strange about the TV shots I was watching. For a start, the image panned around the court, whereas as far as I could remember from the OJ case, only fixed cameras were allowed in court, and the pictures also seemed very jumpy and very amateurishly shot. I mention both of those anomalies to my friends and they asked,
“So what do you think you are watching?”
”I don’t know, has someone sneaked a video recorder into the court. F**k! Imagine how much that tape would be worth if you could get away with it!”
“Is that what you think you’re watching?”
”I don’t know, but that is what it looks like.”
”Well keep watching for a while longer.”

A few seconds later the image turned away from the action in the court and pointed almost directly downwards to where I could see a pair of hands. They seemed to be the hands of a fairly well built African American guy, but the thing that surprised me most about it was that I was looking at TWO hands! How the hell was he holding the video recorder??? A second later one of the hands came up toward the camera and I thought it was going to cover the lens but instead it just scratched the end of the nose that I could just see the tip of!...

“Shit! Am I looking through his eyes???”

(Huge round of applause!)

“We wanted you to see exactly what the jury will see.”

Then the implications of what I was seeing really hit me,

“Wow! If you can tap into his optic nerve you could basically use his eyes…or anyone else’s eyes for that matter…as video cameras!”

(Big applause!)

“And what else Wee Man?”
”What do you mean?”
”Well what else has optic nerves?”
”Animals! Any animals! In fact almost any living thing!...Wow!”

Well Sophia, I wanted to talk more about my experiences being in colour and more specifically about the colours in my experiences, but this post is long enough already so I will leave it there for now,

Cheers,
JB

[Scots_Nomad]

Hi again,

There was nothing much worth watching on TV so I decided to come back and finish responding to your post about whether my experiences were in colour.

None of my experiences were ‘monotone’, but just saying they were in colour doesn’t really do them justice coz quite often the experiences WERE the colour/colours. In response to someone’s post under another topic where they noted that there always seemed to be a particular shade of yellow around whenever they experienced strange coincidences or synchronicities, I explained how I had experienced the very same phenomenon except that with me the ever-present colour was a particularly intense shade of sky blue. In another post – one of my very first posts on the site under the title “Parallel Paths” in the ‘Shared Insights’ topic – I tried to describe one of the most amazing experiences I had the night when (at the suggestion of my friends) I went out into my garden and was greeted by the most beautiful sight I have ever seen in my life. It was a dark night however the light in my swimming pool was on, as was the swimming pool pump, which sent ripples of shimmering blue ripples of light throughout the garden. In addition, as few poolside lights (which I had never worked out how to switch on before that night) were on, and there was also some light of various changing colours escaping from the windows of my house. Those lights seemed to reflect, and twinkle, and dance their way around the whole garden, but most amazing of all was how every plant, tree and flower in the garden seemed not merely to be reflecting the light but actually emitting a source of intensely deeply colour light of their own. The whole scene was literally breathtaking, and one of the reasons that I came to this site in the first place after seeing the Celestine Prophesy movie was the fact that there were various scenes in the movie (where the jungle/forest seemed to be beautifully transformed by the lights which seemed to come from the plants flowers and trees) which suggested to me that at least someone else somewhere must have had a similar experience to mine.

In truth, the scenes in the movie didn’t really do any kind of justice to the real thing, but I guess that is about as close as we could come to recreating that sort of thing for ourselves. In my house in Vietnam I also tried to recreate that effect as well as I could – I have concealed lighting all over the place, under tables, behind furniture and paintings or within semi-transparent wall panels. I have spotlights and small neon strip lights of every available colour coming from every possible angle in almost every room of my house. In my large entrance hall, which looks like some kind of art gallery or museum in normal lighting, I also installed a complete range of commercial nightclub lighting including strobes, black lights, coloured spot lights, strip lights, projectors which project geometrical or abstract coloured shapes onto the walls and ceilings and I even have a full sized mirror ball mounted in place of one of the ceiling lights! At the flick of a few switches I can transform the hall from a museum to a high-tech gallery or to a trendy nightclub (with or without music – sometimes I just liked to go out there and bathe myself in the lighting), but even with all those lights, gadgets and gizmos I couldn’t even come close to recreating the beauty my friends showed me in my garden that night back in 2004.

But it wasn’t just my sight sense that my friends were able to ‘titillate’ in such a manner – in the course of my early experiences my friends showed me just how much better everything could be by taking it in turn to titillate every one of my senses to a level that I would previously have thought impossible.

Even before First Contact was actually made, I had noticed during the days and weeks leading up to that day that every now and again some songs or some CDs that I was listening to just sounded MUCH better than they ever had before. It seemed to be at random at first – sometimes I could be out in a bar in town and one song would just seem to stand out from all the others and some times it would be when I was at home playing my own CDs. Sometime it would just be one track from a CD that sounded as if it was recorded much better than the other tracks and sometimes the whole CD would sound that way. It’s kind of hard to describe what was so good about it in words – it wasn’t just that I heard a song that I liked more than the others, it was the quality of the recording of the song that stood out. There just seemed soooo much more to it, as if the sound was ‘thicker’ and ‘deeper’. In my book I try to explain what I mean by saying that the difference between what the music sounded like at those times compared to any other music I listened to was as big a difference as that between watching a modern state of the art colour TV on one hand and an old portable black and white TV on the other. There really was that much difference to the quality of what I was hearing, however some times the amazing music would come out of really basic cheap hi-fi speakers that would under normal circumstances sound totally tinny and weak.

I discussed that phenomenon with my friends once contact had finally been made – on one hand it had been great to hear and enjoy music of such amazing quality, but on the other hand it just made ‘ordinary music’ sound so disappointing and hollow to me. My friends confirmed that it had been them who were responsible for the phenomenon – when I asked them why they said there were lots of reasons for it “…but lets just say that for the time being we were just giving you a taste of what music sounded like to Tchaikovsky” (they may actually have said Mozart or maybe even Beethoven, but I think it was Tchaikovsky). I said, “Wow! Lucky bas***d”, but they replied, “Do you think so?”. I thought for a minute and then asked,

“Ohhh! Do you mean that that is how it sounded in his head as he was writing it?”

They replied with a large round of applause to confirm that I was right so I then said,

“Awwww! Poor Bas***d!”
“Why do you say that?”
“Well I can just imagine how frustrating it must have been for him to be able to imagine sound like that but never being able to reproduce it as well in real life, no matter how long he spent writing or how big an orchestra he pulled together to try to play it.”

There was another round of applause to show I was right again, then I continued,

“Geez it was bad enough for me just trying to get my hi-fi to recreate that music all the time…In fact, god knows how much money I might have spent on new hi-fis if we hadn’t had this chat!”
“Do you think you would have?”
”I know I would have! I have already bought three new sets of headphones for my disc-man in the last week or so. Each time I’ve bought a more expensive set coz the previous ones just couldn’t cut it, and I’ve already bought the most expensive set I could find in Saigon…And that was just for my disc-man which I hardly use. My CD player in the house was state of the art just a year or so ago but I was already thinking of getting myself a new one!”
“Well you won’t have to do that now.”
”So does that mean that I will always hear music like that from now on?”
”Not just yet, but eventually you will.”
”Awwwww! Why not now?”
”Let’s just keep it as a special thing for now. If you hear the music like that from now on then you will know that there must be a particular reason for it, and as long as you realise that then that is something we can use between ourselves.”
”Awwww! But I always want to hear it like that! Ordinary music will just sound shite from now on!”
”It’s OK, you’ll get used to it being ordinary again, and our music will come as a treat when it comes…If you always hear it like that then it will stop being special and you’ll stop appreciating it at all after a while.”

During the course of our early conversations they also showed me that they could enhance my sense of taste just as easily and just as much. It was on the very first day and I had been sitting in my garden chatting for hours and hours when I suddenly realised that I was really hungry. I told them I would have to go make something to eat. They said,

“OK, let’s try something else. Go into your kitchen and try to find something you’ve never tasted before. Anything at all, but also try to find something whose texture isn’t distinct.”

After my usual response of “What for?” and their usual reply to that of “It would be easier to show you than tell you.”, I headed into my kitchen to try to find something that fitted the bill. In one of my cupboards I found a small tin of some kind of meat-based sandwich spread – it may even have been intended as a toast topping, I’m not sure and I wasn’t even sure where it had come from as it had been in the cupboard for months, but it was something that I hadn’t tasted before and it seemed to be completely lacking in any kind of texture, so after checking that it hadn’t passed its expiry date I took the tin and a small teaspoon back out to the garden.

“Will this do?”
”That will do perfectly! Now open the tin then close your eyes, take some and then tell us what it tastes like.”

The tin had a ring-pull type lid which I removed before doing as they had asked (even though I wasn’t expecting to enjoy it much and was sure that I would need much more than that to satisfy my hunger).

“Mmmmm! It tastes of bacon!...And it’s lovely!”
“Is it bacon?”
”Oh wait a minute! It actually tastes more like that Ulster Fry stuff that I used to get as a kid…But it’s still lovely whatever it is!”
“Is that what it tastes like?”
”Oh wait! There is another taste there…Oh! What the hell! Now it tastes like apple pie and custard!....Eeewww!”
”Don’t you like apple pie and custard?”
”Yeah, I love it actually!”
”But is this one not good?”
”No! This is actually lovely too, but meat spread shouldn’t taste like apple pie and custard!...No wait! It’s not apple pie, its some kind of fruit cake…No, it’s cinnamony…No it’s….! What the hell is going on here? It just keeps changing tastes!”

I took another spoonful,

“So what does it taste like now?”
”Lasagna! And it’s great lasagna!...In fact it seems to change tastes to whatever I think about!...Wait a minute, I fancy some creamed rice and pears….Wow! There it is!...Wow! This stuff is amazing Big Yin! It just keeps changing taste to whatever I think of!”

I had another spoonful,

“So what if you were to think about dog shit?”

I sat bolt upright and spat out everything in my mouth as soon as I could (and without having time to taste anything!)

“You bas***ds!...You f**king bas***rds!!! Why did you have to do that? I was really enjoying that!”
”It’s OK Wee Man, just shut your eyes and keep eating.”
”I can’t! Now the only thing I’ll be able to think about is dog shit!”
”It’s OK Wee Man, it won’t taste of dog shit even if you think of that, we won’t let it.”

I was nervous about trusting them…I knew they had a sense of humour just as warped as my own…If not more so!...but I decided to give it a go because I was still starving and I really had been enjoying that stuff more than I could remember enjoying any food at any time before. I took a tiny spoonful to start with, just for a test…Bacon!!! Mmmmmm!

I lay back in my sun lounger with my eyes closed enjoying every spoonful of that brown texture-less paste, raving more and more about how good it was with every taste. It was heaven!...And then I remembered how small the tin was and I began to panic a little as I realised I couldn’t have much left (in fact I was amazed it had already lasted as long as it had). I began to sit up, and as I did so I said, “Awww How much of this stuff have I got left?”, but before I even had time to open my eyes to check they said,

“Don’t look! As long as you don’t know how much there is left then there can be as much left as you need there to be.”
“What? Are you pulling the old ‘loaves and fishes’ trick with me here Big Yin?...”

(Big applause!)

“…Oh wow!!! That’s my kind of magic Big Yin!”

I took another spoonful but before I put it in my mouth I opened my eyes quickly to see how much was on my spoon – taking care not to see what was left in the tin – because I still couldn’t believe that after what I had already eaten there could still be any left, but as soon as I opened my eyes they said,

“Awww! You looked! You’ve spoiled it!”
“I didn’t look at the tin, just at the spoon! Honest!”
“It doesn’t matter. Now you’ve seen what is on the spoon you could have an educated guess at what’s left in the tin and that means the trick won’t work anymore ‘coz you’ll always be subconsciously picturing what the tin must look like.”
”Aww shit!...You should have said!...So can I look at the tin now?”
”Yeah, if you want, it doesn’t really matter now.”

I looked at the tin and was relieved that it was still about half full, but I was also disappointed to see just how small the tin actually was. It only took another spoonful and a half to finish what was left in the tin – which didn’t make much sense as I must have had at least half a dozen spoonfuls from the first ‘half’ of the tin before I looked.

“Can’t we try that again if I go get another tin?”
”That’s the only tin you had in your house.”
”I don’t care, give me ten minutes and I’ll run to the shops for another one.”
“It doesn’t matter Wee Man, we’ve shown you what we had to.”
”But I want more!”
”Are you still hungry?”

I was actually amazed to find that I wasn’t, as five minutes earlier I felt as though I could have eaten a proverbial horse!

“No, actually I’m not that hungry anymore but I still want more of that stuff! I was really enjoying that, and I honestly can’t remember the last time I actually enjoyed eating! To me food is really just like fuel, I take it coz I have to but I never actually enjoy eating…Or maybe sometimes I do a little but not often and NEVER like that!”
“Let’s just leave it for now Wee Man, we’ve got other things to show you now.”
“Awwww! I bet that whatever is next won’t taste as good as that stuff!...So was that ambrosia then Big Yin?”

(Big applause!)

“Awwww! So I take it that if I buy another tin of that stuff from the shops it isn’t going to taste like that again.”

(More applause!)

“Awwww!”
“Don’t worry Wee Man, one day all your food will taste that good.”

On another occasion my friends showed me that there are also smells which are way beyond anything I have ever smelled before (although that lesson was nowhere near as enjoyable nor as pleasant!), and they even showed me that the sense of touch could be amplified just as much (but that story is private and staying that way!), and there is even more to tell than that, however once again this has become a very long post and I am also badly in need of a coffee so I will leave it at that for now.

Cheers,
JB

[Scots_Nomad]

As it has been kind of quiet here recently I decided to have a read through some of the older posts which I hadn’t read before, and the first one I looked at was one posted under this general heading of ‘Insights Into The Future’ by Aeon back in early December last year entitled ‘Part Of Another Insight’. In his/her post (sorry Aeon, don’t know which it should be) Aeon talked about the need to bridge the mystical understanding of both Eastern and Western religions in order to gain a greater understanding of the Truth and how he/she felt inspired (in part due to the fifth insights) to finally get around to trying to write a book on that general subject (I won’t try to paraphrase Aeon’s post further here as it would be better to read the post for yourselves).

Anyway, having read Aeon’s post I felt compelled to write some response to both express how closely that sentiment echoed with a part of my own personal experience (NB I am from the UK but it was not coincidental that I had been living in Asia for some years when my experiences began), and to offer some encouragement, suggestions and even warnings about how to go about writing a book, as I am all too aware how daunting it feels to look at that blank ‘Page One’ of your book, knowing how much of your life you are going to have to commit in order to get to the end of ‘Page Last’.

Anyway, I will leave the subject of my response until I get around to posting it in the appropriate place (i.e. in Aeon’s topic), for the reason that I am writing this post here is that before I could decide what to write in response to Aoen I felt that I should check what the fifth insight actually was, as that was not detailed in Aeon’s post and I didn’t have a clue (I have mentioned before that I haven’t read the book – I just happen to catch the movie a few months ago and noted many similarities to things that I had lived through and subsequently written about myself). On a link from the Celestine Prophecy’s home page I found a link to a list of the insights, and when I looked at the fifth insight there was one phrase that jumped out at me immediately, i.e. “…a mystical transformation … extends our perception of beauty”. As soon as I saw the phrase ‘extends our perception of beauty’ I thought ‘That is a perfect way to summarise everything I was trying to describe/explain in my previous post – as long as you understand that the beauty exists not only in what you see but also in what you hear, what you taste, what you smell and what you feel. The world itself doesn’t change, it is how much of the world you perceive that changes. It was as though the control knobs of all my bodies sensory organs had been set at position one all my life before then but I was then given the opportunity to see what the world could look/sound/taste/small and feel like if all those control knobs were to be turned all the way up to ten (or maybe even eleven!  ).

Not for the first time, when I read the words ‘extends our perception of beauty’ I was left in little doubt that James Redfield and I had shared some very similar experiences, however it was only when that feeling passed and I read the whole text of the fifth insight when I noted the words that immediately preceded ‘extends our perception of beauty’ that I realised just how closely our paths seemed to match. For those of you like myself who don’t know the insights by heart, what the fifth insight actually says is “…a mystical transformation[b] [u]that fills us with unlimited energy and love[/u][/b], extends our perception of beauty, and lifts us into a Higher-Self Awareness.

To explain why the words ‘that fills us with unlimited energy and love’ I need first to refer you back to my previous post above (and to earlier posts) where I have tried to describe the experience I had when, at my friends suggestion, I walked out into my garden one evening and was greeting with a sight of previously unimaginable beauty, where every plant, tree and flower seemed to radiate with their own intensely beautiful light. Now, for the first time, I am attaching below a short extract from my first book (written back in 2005, a full four years before I even heard of The Celestine Prophecy!) where I try to explain to one of my mates what happened to me immediately before I stepped out into my garden that night:-

“…My friends had told me the day before that I would be able to speak to my dad ‘when the time was right'. At the time I had taken that with a large pinch of salt (NB: my father had died four years earlier in 2000), but now I couldn't argue. It was my dad! I could feel him there!

"Dad?....Aww Dad!..." was all I could get out of my mouth as a rush of emotion knocked the breath right out of my body. I could breath, but I could only breath in, and yet even when I breathed in as much as I could for as long as I could there still did not seem to be any oxygen in my body.

I don't know how to describe what I felt in words - picture the movie 'Highlander' when all of the captured 'lives' rush out of the body of one of 'the immortals' when their head is cut off, like a brilliant white light rushing out of them (have I got the right movie?). Now run that scene backwards, so that all of the ‘lives’ are rushing in. That is what it felt like. I couldn't get any oxygen in my body because I felt like I was breathing pure love….And it almost suffocated me!

After what felt like far too long not to be breathing, I managed to squeeze out the words,

"Ohh dad! I miss you a lot!"
"I've missed you too son."

At that point the 'other voice' interrupted,

"Maybe the two of you should go out into the garden"

That was the perfect suggestion to me at the time. I felt 'rapturous', or enraptured, or whatever the word should be, although I am not sure that any word can really give a true understanding of what that feeling felt like unless you have felt it for yourself. I know that I have never felt anything close to that feeling before or since.

I needed air, and I wanted to be alone with my dad, so I stumbled through the kitchen to the back door, and stepped out into the garden. THAT was another experience which I will find hard to describe in words - maybe THE most amazing experience I experienced throughout the whole experience, but I will save that for another time….”.

Hopefully I will get around to responding to Aeon’s post soon but that’s enough for tonight I think.