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That
same evening, I settled with the pendulum and, as I held it over the chart,
it started to whirl around rapidly and horizontally at its fullest extent,
faster and faster, and continued whirling for several minutes. When it
finally stopped and settled it spelled out "we've won we've won".
Who had won and what had been won, only time will reveal.
I
have never used the pendulum from that day to this; it simply does not
respond!
The fact
that I was not wary or apprehensive about the events that were taking
place may surprise some, but it can be explained by the reasoning that
such limited contacts as I had had with spiritualism had always been of
a benevolent nature, and indicated a caring practice. As an example let
me quote an incident that occurred in 1950 in my home in South Wales very
shortly before leaving to take up work here in Cumbria.
Quite by chance, we had a visit from the medium who presided at the meetings
held at the home of one of my aunts. After chatting for a while he went
into trance and I was spoken to. Comment was made concerning a proprietary
medicine that I was then using to counter a sinus problem. I was advised
to stop taking it and instead to use Morton's 'Nervatogen'. When we obtained
some it turned out to be an herbal tincture that had the most benign and
relaxing effect. My sinuses cleared, and I subsequently took the drops
whenever needed for other reasons until all the bottles that my mother
had bought were exhausted. After a number of years, I tried to obtain
a further supply, but it was no longer available.
Essentially, I believed that the named individuals had previously existed,
and now, in spirit form, had access into me and my mind. Thus, when a
further contact was made who was alleged to be my late father, I had no
reason to doubt it.
Many of the conversations were about very practical matters. My concerns
regarding the desolation that would follow nuclear war, or a returning
ice age, were developed, and I was encouraged to believe that there could
be survivors in such quiet places as that in which I live. It was suggested
that I should learn as much as I could about basic survival techniques
that would be needed if I survived, or which, if I died, I would be able
to pass by inspiration to such survivors as there were and to their descendants.
This seemed all the more logical as I began to appreciate that already,
worldwide, there were individuals and small groups living remotely and
learning and practising these skills; indeed, I came to know of one such
man living not ten miles from me! Myself, I was encouraged to acquire
a lurcher pup from a neighbour's litter in order to learn the skills of
training a hunting dog and using it to obtain food. Many other topics
were introduced for study - an activity in which I found no hardship,
for I had long been active in many outdoor pursuits such as fishing and
wildfowling.
As well as my physical survival, or the survival of knowledge with me,
much thought was being engineered concerning my spiritual survival. My
exploration of Buddhism was short lived; nevertheless, there was strong
argument that I should become morally impeccable, but that I should not
choose a philosophy or religious affiliation because it allowed a degree
of moral latitude. It was put to me that as, at an earlier time, I had
elected to be a Catholic, I should 'return to the fold', or, if not, then
my rejection should be for sound reasons of belief, and not because I
was looking for a path with less exacting moral standards.
I was encouraged to adopt a sincere prayer life and spent long periods
in prayer each night. More and more the theme of the 'Second Coming' of
Jesus was developed, and then, quite bluntly, it was put to me that He
would return in a more mature person than was generally expected, and
that I was a suitable candidate within whom He could manifest Himself.
I cannot remember exactly how I declined such an offer that, it must be
thought, no one could refuse. I do remember that I declared that I was
too much of a coward to be able to accept such a high profile role.
Equally
with the encouragement to be morally and spiritually 'clean', I was being
urged to be most punctilious in my physical cleanliness. My underwear
and socks I washed each night, and daily clean clothes became the norm,
while bodily I entered another dimension. As an example I was encouraged
to wash my anus each time I defecated, following, allegedly, Middle Eastern
and Oriental practice. I was even schooled in how to be able to do this
in a public loo. There was not an aspect of my life and thought that was
free from scrutiny, for I was even counselled against a normally accepted
practice that had developed in my heterosexual love life!
By a sequence of happenings that are too complex to relate, the spirit
of a young (twenty-ish) woman was introduced into my 'coterie'. Her physical
presence in me was most noticeable in ways which can only be experienced
and not described. It was particularly apparent when any music was being
played. I normally respond to dance rhythms with movement, having always
enjoyed dancing. Now the 'feeling' of the movement became subtly different
- feminine and sensuous.
Little by little, I was being accustomed to what some might find difficult
to accept, namely the actuality of spiritual-physical contact. Thus, when
I adopted my usual late-evening stance, leaning against the rail of my
Rayburn cooker in the normal bum-warming posture and musing before going
to bed, it seemed to come as no surprise when my head was moved by external
influence: gently, from side to side, back and forth, easing tension out
of my neck. Each day the interventions became more positive and, ultimately,
I stood away from the cooker. 'Hands' pressed on my shoulders and I was
'eased' into a back-bend posture, where I was held for as long as I could
tolerate it. When I stood up, I was eased into a forward bend as far as,
and for as long as I was able to bend. Subsequently every evening I went
through this routine, being bent further and held longer as time went
on. My thigh and abdominal muscles became rock hard, my breathing improved,
and, coupled with the dietary advice that I had been given and followed,
I became as fit and healthily slim as I had been for a long time.
Again and again I have to emphasise that all that was happening I saw
as being entirely benevolent, and I was a willing participant.
The culmination of this 'body tuning' came one evening and without preliminaries.
My body began to be manipulated as if by two skilled chiropractors. I
was then fifty-five and my frame had acquired its share of the residue
of past accidents and strains - playing rugby, being mined at sea, riding
horses, plus all the rest that can be classed as fair wear and tear. Over
the course of that evening and the one that followed, every one of the
affected areas was worked on with consummate skill. I was stretched and
manipulated as must be someone on the rack, but while it was happening,
in the words of the Scottish Bard, McGonagle, "He felt no pain".
Somehow my pain centre was inhibited, although there were body reactions
which seemed to indicate that a natural response was taking place - towards
the end of the second session I felt as if I was going to faint, while
at the same time my feet were performing a little 'drumming' dance.
Yes, I felt no pain while it was happening, but as soon as it stopped
my whole body screamed in agony. I literally climbed the stairs on my
hands and knees, and had to take an analgesic to be able to sleep. On
the morning of the third day, I was carrying a bale of hay to the stable
adjoining my house when I had to put it down. It was large and was bearing
against a knee that for some time had troubled me intermittently by filling
with fluid. Still very much aware of the two previous evenings, I looked
up and said in my mind, "You have forgotten my knee". That night
I woke in bed to find the knee being worked on 'ethereally', and happily,
it has never bothered me again in over twenty years.
Life carried on in the same general vein for some little time, though
it could not be said that it continued 'as normal'! There was an episode
of automatic writing that recorded nothing of importance, and the presence
of the young woman became almost tangible, to the extent that I found
myself reaching for a hand when about to cross the street.
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