Chapter 1: BEGININGS
I am as well, after years of slipping in and out of beliefs. Years of switching to steadfast stuff and sliding into agnosticism (hedging my bets )some would say : I am like Carl JUNG now. :If asked I just say ---‘ believing is seeing.’. not the reverse. Or I will get back to you--.
It was just a collection of clear Automatic Writing messages and through this text you will find many quotes from Grey Eagle, with his wisdom shining through; from beyond the veil – beyond ! in that world which Hamlet called ‘The Undiscovered Country.’
It has been a long process for me; with beginnings—way back, back into childhood sickness, back into a time when children died of some of those diseases. Back to when I was solitary. Like an oyster ,secret and contained My parents were like moss growing on porous cement slabs. Silent and stable
I made my move on from Mr. Solitaire. What life brings, and acceptance, yet expressing gratitude for the twists and turns and the beauty which lies behind the twists
I remember them all with clarity: the small starts, the big ones and the life changing fearful beginnings which left in its wake a dry mouth, a tumbling whirlpool which took my whole body on a shuddering ride into a dark world and then a dazzling bright one with long fingers reaching out towards me
Moaning rasping voices parallel with a background of choirs which blocked out the groans until I was turned around by a unseen hand and sent back in a flash, to my bedroom with my mouth throbbing with dull red pain like a devil’s toothache I learnt.
quickly to keep the happenings to myself.
They left me half awake in the mornings and consequently caused a lot of heart ache with some grumpy teachers . A report showed that I had no powers of concentration at times. Sunday school fixed it., when I learnt to pray to God to keep me awake in school. I never forgot it but like all of us was led astray with the lure of life and all of its adventures. God was for later I thought--- for the dull people and the old folks
Before the prayer, before the night sweats, before the pneumonia which sent me into another frenzied world there was my world of the one acre block at South Payneham the trees, the birds and the animals next door on the block..
Seven is the age when kids are supposed to stop talking to their angels but in my case it went on for six more years with my Ghost dogs and a Cow. They came and went with wagging tales and bright eyes Their happy eyes went with me up to the ceiling. My cow went moo moo and pooped copious amounts as she walked along by my side(But she didn’t jump over the moon). Which all defies gravity when there we were , us happy three looking down at my body and the Doctor. with his Stethoscope always around his red neck ,worn like a trophy. Mum and Dad were there too, on the first night ,gazing at their coughing son
Yet not all of my trips up to the ceiling and beyond were unhappy. Or mysterious,.. just tiring the next day ,that’s all. There were no relatives on my journey who I knew, which is explainable, as I was not aware of my adoptive status till I was 44 year of age Spirits, apparently kept close: their family secrets.
That secret was revealed to me by an excellent Medium who had my birth Mother standing beside her, which took me on another journey of discovery. However this is not the story of that journey which forms part of my Autobiography yet for the sake of completeness it is included. It is in my previous books, of IT’S A FINE LINE and MAYBE BLUE GHOSTS Where I emerge not exactly your copybook Cop . This book is about my spiritual encounters and how I was led at the age of 72years into having books Published.. Those encounters (and the serendipity) which followed have chapters on their own, later on in the chapters -- sometimes jumping about...
Doctor Dunstone stood with my parents on the third night of the OBE and I heard his words when I started coming down from the plaster, just missing the swinging light socket,
“It’s touch and go Ivy... keep his temperature down—I will call here tomorrow..” And he did, along with Sulphur Tablets shoved down my prized open mouth along with doses of Lanes Milk Emulsion ,which caused many itches for years, until I saw Errol Harding, a Naturopath, when I was twenty-four years old, who got rid of the residue basking on my kidneys,( having a great time of it) with some of his pills, potions and creams
My Father was no stranger to lung complaints having suffered each winter with colds but it did not stop him working day and night to feed his family yet he grew sicker with the passing years. And died young at 64 years I accepted the OBE’S with some reluctance, being not aware that I was chaperoned right through the business of childhood ,and all of its dramas. I took it as part of my life :I thought all kids had them..
The old Gypsy woman in her colorful Caravan and colorful kids, opposite in the school Oval set the record straight(until the local Cops moved them on) “Do not be scared. It will all go away when you turn 13years of age” which it did. Sunday school really helped particularly when I was in the school choir however that happy episode came to a halt when I had a farting fit during practice, and was from then on banned.
The farting stopped and by then I had a racing bike and rode for miles with my friends. Peter Rogers was run over by a truck and killed on the Mount Barker Road
.His spirit came to me for many nights. “I am happy Ray.” And he showed me the toys he was making. Many more spirits came and stayed for a few minutes but nothing was said.
They looked OK and just went away. I took them for granted. They never worried me apart from the freezing cold when they were nearby.
The years from 14 to 20 were lean regarding spirits. But there were many scary life threatening moments like motor cycle accidents. Being nearly drowned and I think now it was a an NDE.. being revived without any meetings or dark tunnels to cope with Sadly I stopped my dialogue with God in those years and I did not meet with my guide and in fact did not know what they were until I attended a séance just after I came out of the RAN National Service Commitment.
It was with friends and the usual fingers on a glass with the glass moving rapidly. Some laughter some sarcasm but the glass spinning told some truths. One of the members was killed on his motor bike. Another one hanged himself after being sexually abused and another one was involved in a messy divorce and came off second best with the husband bashing him senseless.
The séance with uneducated sitters was not for me anymore : I have read much about that subject. They are OK if the circle is protected by fervent prayers and even then the chance of mischief developing is high
I had skimmed through life like a swimmer who concentrates in ploughing along on the surface, never diving to investigate the world beneath A world of another strata filled with the life of plants, of fish of mammals co existing side by side in an environment devoid of human beings
The skimming had to slow down. My air had been punctuated with illusion on illusion and I had to find a way to separate from the baggage, Maybe God was the answer—just maybe.
“My understanding of the fundamental laws of the Universe did not come out of my rational mind.”
Albert EINSTEIN
