Tuesday

Memories of a native American lifetime

For fans of my book, "Flipside: A Tourist's Guide on How to Navigate the Afterlife" you may remember that during my first between life session I "remembered" a previous lifetime where I saw myself as a Lakota "medicine man."


As noted in the book, I was not familiar with the Lakota, other than the film "Dances With Wolves" which does a pretty good job of depicting what life in the 1860's was for them.  Further, I was not a "believer" in past life regression, I was making a documentary about the work of Michael Newton (Also called "Flipside") and agreed to do one of his "between life session" with the idea that I could "disprove it" in some fashion.  

After all, I didn't believe I could be hypnotized, nor was I coming to a session believing I had a past life (or that the between lives realm existed) and thought that by participating in a hypnosis session, I was determined I would not be "talked into" saying that I was seeing anything that I wasn't seeing.
The Taj. With Santa Martini

However, as people who've read Flipside know; that's not what happened.

I started the session like most people do, talking about memories of growing up, and at some point Jimmy Quast (eastonhypnosis.com) asked me to "return to a lifetime that had some significance to this lifetime."  He gently talked to me about traveling somewhere, through space perhaps, until I saw something.  I saw nothing.  Blackness.  I said so. Repeatedly.  

I used space on the cover of "Flipside" as it reminded me
of what it felt like moving through it.

But Jimmy has been doing this a long time, and he made a simple suggestion.  "Just look down." That's when I began to see and visualize and sense a lifetime that I wasn't familiar with - but since then feel as if I become more familiar with it, the more I research the time and era.

I'm going to include that memory below.  But recently I traveled back to Wisconsin, back to the land of my Irish cousins, to attend the funeral of my dear departed uncle who had 11 children, and made it to 96 years old. And I spent some time with my cousin, his son, who is a historian of sorts, about all things native American about tribes of the region.  

It was at the funeral of his mom, some 5 years ago, when I first revealed to him that I had done a past life session and remembered a lifetime as a native American.  That I had claimed during the session to remember a lifetime as a Lakota.  

It turns out my cousin is an expert in their history.  He said to me "Just tell me what you were wearing."

I told him, and he asked "how many feathers did you have?" I said "two."  He said "were they up or down?" I said "down, tied in my hair."  He said "that would make you a medicine man."  I asked about the memory of a name I had "watanka." (something I searched for on the internet but could not find) and he said "it's a derivation of Wakan Tanka - which means "Great spirit."  As a spokesman for the Great spirit it's what they would have called you." 

Further, I asked him about my memory of my tribe being wiped out by Huron - when the Huron are traditionally near Lake Huron, and the Sioux were in Montana.  He said "You're sitting on the spot where they fought for 60 years. Eau Claire, Wisconsin."

All of these details were new information to me.  None of it I had read or could find online or in books.  Subsequently he's given me some books that contain the histories of these people, and I just finished reading William Warren's book "History of the Ojibway People."  Warren was an Ojibway (Chippewa) and he traces the story (through eyewitness interview of tribal elders) of how the Huron people fought and wound up in upper Wisconsin near Minnesota, and how the Dakota/Lakota fought for their hunting grounds along that region.

Ojibway delegation 1911.
https://www.pinterest.com/taniaochoa1/ojibwe-or-chippewa-nation

It's a difficult book to read because it's 200 years of detailed slaughter.  The Ojibway fought their way across the upper midwest, and some claim their name comes from the look of someone who had been captured and torched by them; "puckered" as in "burnt flesh."  (Others claim it relates to other versions of the word, but their fire punishment is well documented.)  

Basically it read like two angry football teams eking out a few yards at a time over decades, except they were using tomahawks, arrows and axes to cut off the scalps of their victims.  It was a brutal tale of warriors fighting to earn feathers - each feather represented a dead member of the other tribe (basically.) 

One funny note; they invented lacrosse and played it like crazed teams. If a ball went into a house by accident the teams would "tear down the house to get it."  If the ball went into the water they would claw and drown each other retrieving it.  

According to the book, Chief Pontiac used a lacrosse game to draw the British troops out of their forts to watch it - 200 natives racing back and forth, and when the gates of the fort were opened, they threw the ball inside.  As they raced to get it, their wives handed over the knives, axes and sawed off guns they were hiding in their cloaks.  The Ojibway slaughtered the garrison (and took 13 other forts), which is why Pontiac is more than just a name of a city in Michigan.

In terms of observation from the Flipside perspective - I can see how choosing to be the member of a tribe was in many cases, a lifetime chosen to participate in the playing field of life.  Definitely not one in the stands watching others duke it out, but one in which they fought for every inch of land.  Many warriors were dispatched to the hunting grounds, and by the time the Americans showed up, many of their warriors were already gone.

The point being; we choose our lifetimes. Some of us choose lifetimes that are in the playing field fighting with weapons, others choose the stands to watch the action and root for their heroes.

Interesting how the book notes how the French did a masterful job of trading and honoring the native traditions, (doling out medals and awards, and leaving them in peace) which were followed by the British who had less sympathy, but still allowed the native Americans to follow their traditions - followed by the long knives (Americans) who did everything in their power to disrupt, change or wipe out their traditions.  

We all live with the after effects of that diaspora.

A white squirrel I saw in Eau Claire. 
But when I went to visit my cousin, I drove through the autumn leaves of the region, and opened my consciousness up to the possibility that I might have "lived there before."  There's an odd thing that occurs when one does that - certain vistas start to look familiar, rather than just beautiful. In this case, I was driving around Eau Claire, and it was the first snowfall of the season.  I stopped by to see my cousin after the funeral and we chatted a bit about this research.  He wrote me this note today:


"I have been researching the history of the Huron, as it relates to encounters with the Lakota/Dakota. Traditionally, the Lakota inhabited Minnesota and the eastern Dakotas. The Huron homeland was the Mackinac Island and Lake Huron region. So, they would not have been traditional enemies.

However, the Iroquois battled the Huron in their homeland and forced them from the region in 1652. Some Huron went South into Michigan. Another group moved farther Northwest to Chequamegon Bay on Lake Superior and allied with their old friends, the Ojibwa.

I feel that, IT IS IN THIS TIME FRAME THAT YOUR BATTLE WITH the LAKOTA and HURON ENSUED. (Between 1652 – 1670’s)

Historically, it is the only time that they would have crossed paths in a war-like manner. We need to find a battle, as described in your "memory" in that period of time, that occurred on one of the many tributaries of the Miss. (It could be the Crow Wing, St. Croix, Chippewa, St. Louis, Minnesota, Kettle, or a number of other rivers that empty into the Mississippi in that region.)"



I had not mentioned this to him, but during my session when I was asked "When did this occur?" I said "late 1600's.  Like 1670."  

The chapter doesn't include that note, I trimmed the transcript, but it exists in my notes.  So technically, the memory could be correct. I was surprised to read it in his email today, and felt that "zing" of truth about it.

  Here it is:

(reproduced with the author's permission from the book "Flipside: a Tourist's Guide on How to Navigate the Afterlife." ) Jimmy Quast, trained by Michael Newton in hypnotherapy, conducted the session.  After going through memories of my lifetime, a memory of "being born" we got to a point where I was saying "I don't see anything."  Finally, he said the following:

               Just look down. What do you see?
               This is unusual. (I saw my bare feet in a creek. The water was cold, soothing. My feet bloody, scratched.) What's coming to me is... Native American Indian. I'm a male. And I'm trying to get the impression here... What’s on my legs? I want to say buckskin, there's a feather. Two feathers, not up, but down... tied in my hair, black hair, and I can feel my clothing - suede vest, pants... bare feet.[1]
               How old are you?
               Seems like 28. I'm looking around; it's hills, trees and dried old grass. It's the dry season...
Are you alone?
Not around anyone else at the moment – I’m by a creek; I can put my foot in. I have wounds on my feet; don't know why, but... I notice they're beaten up, feels good to put them in the water.
               Is that why you've come here?
               I come here for solace to get away.  I think it's about my spirit guide. I come here to commune.
               A spiritual connection with your guide... what do they call you?
               I heard Tan’ tanka’ mon, I think that means “running bear” which sounds funny to me; tatanka... (Remembering the Kevin Costner film “Dances With Wolves,” where he was a Lakota Sioux named “ Buffalo ” – Tatanka). In my case it means “Runs from bear.”  (I said this as an observation that I was not a warrior)  It might be "Watanka"…[2] 
               Your spirit guide is here by the water?
               Not a human guide. It's a cougar.[3] Mountain lion.
               What does that mean to you?
               Hunter, alone.  
               Would it be okay to visit where your people are?
               (Sigh)  I’d prefer not to.
               Where is your village?
               My overall impression is that... it's gone. (Sigh) 
               Just relax... (Puts his hand on my forehead)
               I see. I didn't want to tell you about it. There's a wife, involved... there was a problem.
               You’re safe, tell me what happened.
               (I started to choke up. In my mind's eye a village of teepees and bodies everywhere. A massacre. Lots of blood. People hacked to death.)
               What happened?
               Hacked to death.
               By whom?
               Damned Hurons. [4] Everyone's dead.
               Except you?
               (Through tears) I was away. I was doing something else, picking something up. I just came back and everyone is dead.
               Your wife?
               Yes.
 NOTE: In my minds eye, I saw this village of massacred Indians whom I sincerely believed to be my people.  I went to a teepee, the class kind with leather flap and sticks holding it up, and pulled it aside to see a beautiful woman with long black hair lying in a pool of blood, dead. I was overwhelmed with the emotion of seeing my dead wife.  But I was also conscious of the fact that this emotion swept over me – If I was making this up, why was I so connected to this emotion? I started to sob.
                I had one child... My son was taken. (Feeling the full emotion of that thought.)
               And where do you go now? Do you have any place?
               That's why I'm here, by the river, soaking my feet. I'm trying to understand.
               I want you to move to your last day in this life. In this body. Are you still alone?
               I'm alone.  I see. It's alcohol and drowning. I got drunk and went to the river and just slipped away. (A muddy brown river, floating down, holding a whisky bottle, bobbing like a cork.)
               Not much else to do, was there?     
               No. Everything about my life that I cared for - my family, my culture, my world is gone.
               Move away from that body. You're free now.  Are you looking back?
               Much happiness.
               You feel any remorse?
               No, I’m just passing into "the Great White." I've done this many times. It's time to move home.  No reason to linger.
 
NOTE: I saw myself holding a whiskey bottle, clear, with half its contents gone.  Some years ago, I was at a Christmas party with some old friends, and they pulled out a bottle of whiskey from 1840 that had been in the family for generations.  We all took a sip of this concoction, which was smooth and burning at the same time – nothing like modern day liquor.  At that moment I had a flash of me holding an empty whiskey bottle. Also when I said "move home" my conscious mind said "Where's that? My home in Chicago? Or the home from this lifetime? What does that mean?"
 
A JOURNEY TO THE LIFE BETWEEN LIVES
               Tell me what this is like, you're moving away.
               Going home?  (I'm) Looking ahead. Just getting together with my friends. (I saw a fast field of white in the distance, then I moved into it at lightning speed until the faces and bodies came into full focus. A crowd of people greet me). They’re here with me... It's just lovely. Lots of friends.  Like 20. Smiling. Embracing me. Everybody's here.
               Recognize anyone?
               My wife. (The Indian one; long black hair, and a young boy next to her. A profound sense of connection with them.)
               The one who was killed.
               My son. (I see) Both of them. (I saw them standing together, smiling at me).
               Who else?
               My father. (Charles, who passed away in 2003, 5  years earlier.)
               How are they arranged?
Sort of a semi circle.  About 20 or so. Lots of them.
               Who comes out of this group first?
               An elder.  Comes out from the center, about twelve o’clock.  A male, white hair, somebody very gentle, welcoming me, he's my grandfather at one point... (Not in this life - He has a kindly, old face, very distinct, about 70 years old. Smiling. A warm greeting)


[1] I found out later from a Lakota historian that medicine men had two feathers pointing down.  
[2] Tatanka, means "Bull Buffalo" in Lakota. According to my historian, it‘s definitely a Lakota name. Watanka means “Great Spirit.”
[3] Some Native American tribes have a “Vision Quest” where they commune with an animal spirit, who becomes their “spirit guide.”
[4] My conscious mind thought - "If I'm calling myself by a Sioux name, I couldn't be fighting with a tribe associated with the East Coast.” But post session, I discovered through research that the Sioux and the Huron fought a series of battles in the upper Midwest, near Eau Claire , Wisconsin , in the 1840's." (END QUOTE)
 

Years later, I examined this lifetime again in a subsequent session, asking myself "So where was I, when the battle started?"  I offered that I was "out gathering medicine for the upcoming battle" that I had "foreseen" or felt was coming... and I had gone out to gather the healing herbs when the battle began, herbs that I would use to cure wounds... and when the battle began I had run up the hill to the creek... tearing my feet on the way.  

But I can tell you that I have never been inside a Teepee, but in this vision, when I opened mine, I could feel the raw skin of the leather - a feeling that I've not known in this lifetime but feel I now know.  Also, when I saw this woman with black hair lying face down at my feet in a pool of blood, I had the feeling "Oh no, they've killed my wife and taken my son."  

Consciously I was saying "wait, what? How do you know there was a son here? How do you know this is your wife?"  But physically I felt the deepest most profound sorrow I've ever known - and thank god have not had to know in this lifetime... but as I felt it I thought "If i'm making this up, why would I allow myself to experience this kind of pain?"  

Indeed.  Why would I allow myself to experience that depth of pain?  The only answer I can come up with is; to share it with you.



Saturday

Quantum Memory, Identical Twins and the Flipside

Here's an example of quantum entanglement existing in nature.





Justin Goldberg’s Search For Long-Lost Twin Is Story Made For Hollywood

by Bruce Haring
November 24, 2017 9:00am


"The 51-year-old executive recently was awakened to the possibility of his twin’s existence thanks to a chance meeting at Los Angeles’s Farmers Market between his teenage daughter and the alleged twin. His daughter saw the doppelganger, and was so stunned at the resemblance to her father that she was afraid to directly approach. Instead, she surreptitiously filmed him, and later showed her father the footage.

Seeing the mobile phone video reawakened feelings Goldberg had been burying all his life. He knew he was adopted from an early age, and was never bothered by that. But he always found himself looking at faces in the crowd, trying to connect with someone out there for reasons he couldn’t quite explain. When he saw the film, it triggered him to begin exploring his past in depth.

What he found was chilling. The Louise Wise Agency, the New York adoption service that matched him to his family, actually had a dark secret — they were part of a psychological experiment to separate twins and study their life paths to see whether nature or nurture was the biggest influence. Dr. Peter Neubauer, a noted psychologist, worked at Bellevue Hospital and convinced the agency that the study was important. Since no laws governed such splitting of twins at the time (they have since been changed), there was nothing barring the action.

The Wise Agency experiments were detailed in the book Identical Strangers: A Memoir of Twins Separated and Reunited (Random House). It’s the story of two women who accidentally meet and discover their kinship and connection to the Louise Wise Agency’s role in their separation. In the book, they confront the doctor, who insists he did nothing wrong. The study itself is sealed and allegedly housed at Yale University.

When Goldberg began his investigation of having a twin, his search led him back to Louise Wise, where he discovered the book. He also uncovered an unsettling fact: there were 13 sets of twins used in the long-term study of separated lives. All of them had eventually met each other by chance — except for two sets of twins that had never been aware of each other’s existence or met.   

...“I never thought I was a twin, but there’s something about this story that seems too strange to be discarded,” he says. “There’s a part of me that’s pretty confident, and I wanted to take people along on the ride with me to figure it out...”
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Aside from the obvious feelings of dismay at being separated at birth as the result of an experiment, there's something else going on here worth noting.  His daughter sees her father in a crowded place.  So startling is the resemblance, she whips out her cell phone and films him. 

I once was walking on Broadway in upper Manhattan, passed a store, walked a few feet passed the entrance and stopped feeling as if I "had seen someone I know." I doubled back and went into the store, and then heard his voice. It was my cousin who I hadn't seen in 20 years, he no longer had hair (as I last saw him) but from the back of his bald head, I had "recognized" who he was.

How could that be?  One can argue that it's like the facial recognition software, the shape of his head, his ears perhaps - but there are millions of heads we see every day.  Why would I instantly recognize it?
Can you recognize me in this group portrait?

It may be more related to quantum entanglement than we see on the surface.  As we know, entanglement is the scientific proof that two objects created in the same place always "know each other" no matter where they are in the universe.  "Know each other" is a colloquial way of putting "If one is stimulated, the other reacts."  It's what Einstein called "spooky action at a distance" and proves there is something that travels "faster than light" - as the two objects are somehow "communicating with each other" despite distance.  Communicating "simultaneously."


Spooky Action at a Distance

Well we have an example of that in nature.  It's obvious, it's in front of us like the nose on our face, and yet has never been studied from a science point of view. (From a psychology point of view to be sure - many books on identical twins and their behaviors, but none on "Why" they have experiences of phantom pain.)

"Quantum Memory" is what I'm calling what twins experience when one is hurt, injured, or some event happens, and simultaneously their identical twin feels the same event. (Not to be confused with "Phantom Memory" as term used to discredit deja vu.  People claim that there could not be a memory of something that occurred before - but if the synapses fire over the same file in the brain, it makes sense that someone would associate that electrical charge with something similar that occurred before - either during this lifetime or a previous one.)

Further, there's some evidence of identical twins remembering the same event even though only one person experience it.

"One 54-year-old identical twin, on hearing the other claim ownership of the memory of a roller-skating injury from when they were eight or nine, responded indignantly. "Well, that actually happened to me if you don't mind… I think you'll find if you think really hard it was me." The other, yielding ground, eventually responded: "Oh well, I guess we get confused; it happened so long ago."
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What these scientist fail to see is that consciousness does not always uniquely exist inside the brain.  And if my identical twin (my quantum entanglement other) experiences an event, it's entirely possible that I've "seen" the event because I'm a member of that person's soul group, and I'm so closely aligned with them I think that I experienced it as well.



I interviewed an identical twin recently.  

She's given me two insights into her experience of the planet.  I asked her what her first conscious memory of knowing her sister was - she said about age 3 or 4 at a birthday event, when both of them were blowing out candles.  She says she looked across and recognized her as a "friend."  I asked what the feeling was like.  She said "a feeling of safety. Of security. Of being home."  I asked if it was associated with anything stronger; she said "Unconditional love."

That's the term I hear frequently from people who've either had a near death experience and "went home" or people under deep hypnosis who claim to have visited the "between lives realm."  The most common experience they have during this event is a feeling of "unconditional love."  Not "conditional love" as we know it on the planet (and hence could not be cryptomnesia, as it doesn't exist here per se) but a love that is "unconditional" and all encompassing.

The other thing this twin told me - I asked if she had any experiences of "feelings" when her sister was affected by something or hurt.  She said "not that I'm aware of but we did share a dream once."  I asked about the dream.  She said she and her sister were "in a classroom, or a place where a woman was teaching them about a particular topic.  And she used us as an example."  I asked what the example was; she said "of unconditional love."

There it is again. (For more classroom details, see "Flipside" or my other books) And what is unconditional love?  A form of quantum mechanics.  Feeling as if we are connected to another, so closely that they are part of ourselves.

And finally, today I was speaking to a friend whose son is no longer on the planet, and he said that his son "always asks if I am happy." He wrote "I respond happier as things could always be so much worse."

I replied: "That's funny.  It's like someone saying "how's your day?"  and you respond "Well it's not night."  

I was filming someone recently and asked "so what's the difference between being here and there?" And they said "Well, I can fly for one."  I said "What's the value in that?" They said "I just think it, and I'm there."  I said "What do you miss most about not being on the planet?"  "To breathe.  The thing that you take for granted every day.  Opening your mouth and pulling that delicious oxygen into you.  You can't see it, you don't know it, but it's what I miss the most."  

So I try to allow that is a reframe - being happy that I'm breathing (for one day I won't.)  Doesn't mean I won't again, but there'll be a pause between breaths so to speak, so I try to focus on why I chose this lifetime, why I chose to be here, and what lessons in love I'm here to impart or learn." 

My two cents.

"Hacking the Afterlife"

Sunday

Being On The Right Path


I normally try to avoid reading reviews. 

After my film "Limit Up" opened, I asked Luana Anders (my co-writer) to read me an "edited review" over the phone (From Roger Ebert "thumbs way down") 


She read ""Limit Up"... was directed... by Richard Martini." ...followed by silence. 

(Ha! I think it's still funny, timely, included a chapter on Roger in "Flipside" proving he was more familiar with the afterlife than he imagined) 

Came across this review for "Hacking the Afterlife" today, and well, decided to share:

5.0 out of 5 stars "Life changing read...."

By E. Kepneron July 6, 2017
Format: Audible Audio Edition

"This is my first book by Richard Martini and my first book on past life / between life regression therapy. I love the fact Richard is a film maker and researcher and not a medium or hypnotherapist. There is an honesty, a purity to his writing and to the reading of his book as well. 

I listened to the Audible edition and am grateful he recorded this book for those of us who only have time to listen to books these days. He speaks as a person who has heard the same stories over and over. He isn't trying to sell anyone on any of his ideas. 

In fact, he says multiple times in the book for people to "get their money back, PLEASE" if this book bothers them or doesn't ring true for them. 

As a Christian with more universal beliefs, I have long wondered about souls I've loved who have passed on and seem to help me from the other side, about my purpose for my time and my family's time on the earth, about Christ and our obsession with his birth and death instead of his life, and about how different religions seem to teach so many of the same concepts and carry the same energy. 

Often many of my thoughts on these topics seem to be disconnected and unrelated. This book has helped me integrate these concepts for my own life while providing a reassuring and peaceful vision of what was before and what awaits on the flip side. 

This is a long book full of fascinating verifiable stories. I will likely listen to it again and I know I will gain more insight each time I hear from Richard and his research. Definitely life changing and definitely worth the read, if you are open."



At some point I've realized, I will never ever, not ever - get reviews in my film career with the headline "Life changing film." 

I guess I'm on the right path after all. 

Thanks E. Kepneron for reminding me, wherever you are!


https://www.amazon.com/Hacking-Afterlife-Practical-Advice-Flipside-ebook/product-reviews/B01J63P3R6/ref=cm_cr_arp_d_viewopt_srt?ie=UTF8&reviewerType=all_reviews&sortBy=recent&pageNumber=1

Thursday

There is no Space like the Present

"There is no Space like the Present."

This was a message to me from a guide on the flipside.


The illusion of space and time. Me and Mom. 1959? Or now?

Allow me to explain.

After my recent appearance on "Coast to Coast" I got an email from someone who had a profound dream about a topic that weighed heavily on his mind and wanted my opinion on it.  

He called the Vision a "Grain of Sand."



"... one night, I had my vision. (A dream that's so real you would swear you are there. This is because you are.) The dream (which I will refer to as my “vision”) happened on a sandy beach.

On this beach, the sand was smooth and oh, so soft. The waves were gentle, and the clouds were few. A perfect day. I was there standing close to the edge where the water was washing over my feet when I realized that there was someone standing next to me.

I couldn't see him, but he was there. It was one of my Spirit Guides... (I think it was) my main Spirit Guide.
We enjoyed the sandy beach and the calm ocean together. The silence was so peaceful.

Then he turned and picked up a grain of sand and as he showed me the grain, he said, “This grain of sand is all you know, and this is all you will ever know!”

He put it down back where he found it. Wow.... 
The encounter left me crushed. I mean, I had this notion I learned everything. Boy, was I wrong. It jolted my ego. I woke up.  Devastated that I understood nothing..."


Hang on. Here I go.

Interesting dream.

I wrote back to him and offered that sometimes we wake up to interpret a dream, but it may not have been what the person in the dream was trying to impart to us (subconscious aside). I offered that when he said "This is all you are" he may have meant something different than "the insignificance of a grain of sand." I suggested he "open himself up to the possibility" that he could communicate with his guide through the dream to ask him to be more precise about "what he meant."

I suggested he ask his guide some questions:

"The best way for you to understand the dream is to reach out to your guide and ask. Try to remember the dream as best you can in "real time."  Look over at your guide...  Look at this face.  Is it old or young? What color is the hair, the eyes, the skin?  Can you see what he's wearing?  Just focus on him for a minute until you can actually see him.

It might be fuzzy or not clear - but you can get a clearer picture by asking questions. "How tall is he?  Taller than me?  If so, how can I see his face? or do I just hear him?"  If you freeze the frame, try to look at him carefully.  

Then reach out with your hand and take his hand in yours. What does that feel like?  Describe the emotions you feel. Anything? Cold? Warm? Friend? Teacher? etc. Then try to take both hands.  Look him in the eye.  Thank him for showing up."

I then gave him a series of specific questions to ask which included "Specifically what did you mean by "I'm this grain of sand?" 

I ended the email with "And tell him I said hello." 

To which he replied:

"Wow! Thank you so much for the powerful lesson. I saw his face as I first read the email, and surprise, surprise, it wasn't who I thought it was in (my dream) "A Grain of Sand".... The saying "When the student is ready, the teacher will appear" is something I am saying to myself here as I feel the student. (Of course.)

The interpretation has changed. He told me I was the sandy beach, ocean, and sky all at once and that the grain of sand was an aspect of me. The grain is "Me" in this lifetime. (This is all of us.)

I even asked while we were on the beach if I could hug him and could feel not only his soft hands but his warm embrace. Love is so different over there. Wow! I am not sure what this means, but I said you say "Hello" and he said: "There is no Space like the Present." Not sure what the hell he's talking about. Only I need to tell you..."

Insight anyone?

Cool. A message from someone else's spirit guide...

Let's not forget, this fellow does not know what his guide meant.  

So it can't be cryptomnesia, hypoxia, hallucination, or something he heard or saw if he's inventing it.  

If he was inventing this dream, then he'd know what his guide "meant."

But he does not.  

Sand all right. But on MARS.  We tend to think of sand as only on earth. Mars sand.

First let's google the phrase. His guide said "There is no space like the present." Any references? 
Google reports: "About 1,980,000,000 results (0.80 seconds)  No results found for "there is no space like the present."

Space? or all composed of the same energy?

So let's start there. 

This guide offered a phrase to me that doesn't exist in human language.  Got that?  There are no references to it, until NOW.

As I write this blog post I am putting his words into the lexicon.  From this point forward every search of this phrase on any engine will include a reference to this post.

"THERE IS NO SPACE LIKE THE PRESENT."

So we have created something new.  From the flipside.

Now let's parse the sentence or the sentiment, shall we? 

The phrase, as its commonly known is "There is no time like the present."

What does that mean? 

Jack Kornfield, the renowned Buddhist scholar and author, wrote a book called "There is no time like the present" with reference to the Buddhist concept of the nature of reality.  
Come again?

We tend to think in the past, since everything we observe during the day is "old information" or a reference to something that we knew or has been discussed.  We tend to focus on "Old news."  And we spend a great deal of time stressing, worrying, obsessing, fearing the future. "What's going to happen next?"  But to live life fully, we need to allow that the past is gone, the future is not here, but now is when we are living.  And even that is transitory - as by the time your eyes have gotten to the end of this sentence, time has moved on since you started it.  Very difficult to pin down "now" when your brain is moving at a lightning speed.

Or so the zen concept goes.

Love love. So very Zen.

"The Time is Always Now" is a friend of mine's art gallery in New York, borrowed from a Dutch artist who used to make stopwatches that ran backwards.  

Peter Tunney is using his talent as an artist to create new pathways of the brain - new ways of seeing words and phrases that have grown stale; "Fear Less" "Remain Calm" "Today is the Day." He's forcing the viewer to review - to see again - what is in front of them.
Met Peter in Cannes. Felt like I've known him forever.
In like form, this guide from the Flipside is asking us to review the nature of reality.  Hence why he sent me this missive.

To me it means a number of things:

1. Review the nature of reality.  If by moving one word from a sentence changes its meaning entirely, then the structure of sentences can change how we think and who we are.  "There is no time like the present" normally means; "do whatever you need to do now, and don't put it off until tomorrow, or another time later.  Do it now."

2. Review the nature of time and space.  What are time and space? We view them as units of distance, or figures in math in terms of physics.  But if time is relative in terms of this realm, then what does time really mean? Time, according to those I've interviewed on the flipside, is entirely different "over there."

"Over there" time exists (despite what many new age authors claim) just relatively different.  For example one person claimed that their 25 year lifetime in the 1600's felt like "ten minutes" back on the flipside.  They literally "walked out of their classroom" and lived this lifetime, then walked back into the classroom (consciously - only about a third of her energy had left) to finish the lesson she was teaching.  Her 25 year life over here "felt like ten minutes over there."

If you follow that math, then 2500 years may feel more like a 17 days... not much more than a fortnight (!) "over there."  If that's accurate, then 25,000 years feels like... well, the mind reels from the comparison.  

Suffice to say I've had this discussion many, many times with people both here and on the flipside, and ultimately, the people on the flipside agree with me that "time feels like it doesn't exist" when we're "back there" - but that it does exist. That's why we have young souls and older souls. Because we come here to learn lessons. Can't learn any lessons if everything is happening simultaneously. 
Time moving for Paul Tracey, me and Dave Patlak

Time is just really slow. Or fast, depending upon your experience.

Which now takes us to space.  

How does space exist on the flipside?  Well, people claim that once they are over there, they are able to move instantly from one place to the next.  ("I can fly!") I can only liken it to the way molecules move in a pool of water, for example.  If one molecule is hit with a jolt of electricity, all of them feel it simultaneously.

So if one water molecule wanted to experience what another molecule in the pool was experiencing, they can "shift their focus" to the other side of the pool.  There is no space between them in that example - as it's a simultaneous experience.  Shifting your focus from one place to the next doesn't take time or space.


Two ions experience the same phenomena at the same time, no matter how far apart they are.  Why is that?  Is it that there is some invisible material that binds them?  Or is dark matter more like a pool of water, so that if one ion that shares another ions makeup - for lack of a better term - if both ions experience the same things simultaneously, what does that tell us about space?

That space doesn't exist.

Or that it exists relatively. It's an illusion, the same way that TIME IS AN ILLUSION. (Not illusion in a pejorative sense, like someone "playing a game" or "toying with reality" but that it doesn't inherently exist.)  Space is one too.

There is no space like the present is another way of saying "There is no space."  Or that by interchanging the words "space" and "time" this teacher is showing that neither is accurate with regard to how we interpret phenomena.  "Present" is a unit of time. If time is an illusion, then space is as well.


Buddha of the "future"; Maitreya.
Space is relative to your experience working with it.  Quantum computing is already using quantum entanglement as a framework. 

Quantum entanglement proves that light is both a particle and a wave.  How can it be that one thing could be two things at once? Turns out that experiments show that light travels as both a particle and a wave.

Both simultaneously.  (Holy Trinity anyone?  How about "consciousness exists as both particle and wave?")  If quantum entanglement proves that time is an illusion (as it can't be measured when two objects react simultaneously no matter where they exist in the universe) therefore it also proves that space is an illusion.

How could two objects light years apart react at precisely the same moment when one is affected?

What are examples of quantum entanglement in nature?   As mentioned in the previous post, I interviewed an identical twin about that phenomenon - how two of them experienced the same event at the same time although miles apart.  She noted that the two of them had the same dream - experiencing the same event at the same time, where a teacher was using them as an example of "unconditional love."

UNCONDITIONAL LOVE appears to be the fundamental law of the universe, and within it lies time, space and consciousness.  Understand how that sentence makes sense and you will no doubt win a Nobel Prize.
Luana on a wing.

In the previous post, I noted how my friend Luana had shown space in terms of this equation ll .. ll - as in "11:11."  If you look at the equation as an architect's drawing, it's two hallways separated by two decimal points.  

The hallway on the left represents where we are in time and space.  The hallway to the right represents where she is in time and space.  The decimal point is the distance I must travel to communicate with her - which is one plane or realm over - and she must do the equivalent move from her realm in order to reach me.  It's not a physical space that we can identify - but it does exist unto itself.  

Like the difference between a block of ice communicating with a field of steam or mist.  Both are composed of the same element, but at first glance impossible for them to communicate. But they are composed of the same material; water. One transforms into the other, but there are "decimals" along the way.
Deep thoughts from Mt. Kailash

 And in terms of the concept of "now," space does not exist.  There is no space between us as entities on earth, because, like the ions in the quantum entanglement equation, we all "come from the same home."

You catch that?

We are all from the same home.  Not the same space in that home, but for lack of a better word, we are all part of the same realm, we are all ions created together, we connect more rapidly to those that we've encountered before (the way deja vu works, or that feeling we've "known someone before" because we have known that person "before").

Space is an illusion, the same way that time is an illusion.

Andromeda Illusion
We exist here in this space because we've agreed to participate in this experiment here on the planet.

Oof da. That's a whole lot of thinking for one simple sentence. "There is no space like the present."

And it is a "present" - a gift if you will - and I thank his guide for passing it along to me, and from me, I pass it along to... YOU.

No space. No time. Enjoy.




Tuesday

11..11

Okay.  This is something that occurred last night. I'm recounting it second hand, but it comes from an impeccable source.

Luana.

Fans of Flipside know Luana as my pal who started to come and visit me after she passed away back in 1996.  She inspired me to write about her visits in the book and film "Flipside" and then later in the books "It's a Wonderful Afterlife" and "Hacking the Afterlife."

Last month I recounted how she came to visit me while I was having lunch with the medium/intuitive Jennifer Shaffer in our usual "Chatting with the flipside" event.


Pals of Luana. Harry and Bill.
And she brought along her pal Harry Dean Stanton.  I've mentioned how Harry proved beyond a shadow of doubt (to me anyway) that he was actually with her, because he described events that Jennifer did not know, could not have known, described how he passed away and who was in the room with him (details I did not know but were verified later) and other fun, and amazing things.

Last night Luana gave us some more insight to chew on.


The Callaghans of Continental Mixer in Osseo, Wisc.

Here's what was happening when she "appeared."  

Our daughter had come down with something... perhaps something she ate earlier in the day, and was feeling sick, shivering.  But at the same time we were getting ready to make a long flight back home from visiting our relatives back in Wisconsin.

It was a funeral - of the one and only "Dadzo" Coyne Callaghan, who lived to 96 and spawned the most amazing, fun, hilarious, phenomenal relatives anyone could hope to have.  

Whenever I'm with them, I can't help but marvel how hilarious they all are - there are 11 children, and the amazing story of how when he proposed marriage to my Aunt Martha (sister of my mom) they actually named all the children they were going to have.

They named 12 of them, but had 11.  I found out at the funeral that the name of the missing child was "Ann Louise" - from a stranger who had just heard the story no less! - but also discovered there were 4 miscarriages in total.

So they might have had 15.  But instead they had 11 of the most amazing, wonderful, charming, generous people I've had the pleasure to meet.

But back to Luana.

So my wife Sherry decides she needs to pray to help heal our little daughter, who is shivering with this illness, sick, and can't sleep.  And she put out a "call to all angels" and then fell asleep.

That's when Luana appeared.  

Sherry insists this was a "dream and not a vision" - but that's what people have to say around me, because I'm constantly saying "tell me what else she said, what was she wearing, etc, about every dream I hear.

Sherry only saw her face.  About 30 (many years before they met) and Sherry's reaction to seeing her was to say "How can you be here? You died back in 1996."
She appeared looking a bit like this.
And Luana showed her a space craft as an example.  She showed her a cruiser that we had seen at a Lego store hours earlier and said "Imagine that I'm traveling in this but it moves really quickly."

Then she said "Imagine the numbers 11..11 as an example."

(We've all heard people talk about seeing the numbers 11:11 on a clock - at least I have - and wonder about the synchronicity of seeing that particular time each day.)

Well, Luana explained that synchronicity.

She said imagine that I am an 11 and  you are an 11 separated by two decimals.

(As she put it: "Imagine 11 . . 11 with two decimals between the numbers")



She said "In order for you to see me, you move one decimal in my direction, and I move once decimal in your direction."

Sherry didn't understand this, but I do.  

It's unusual in that 11:11 didn't exist… until digital clocks showed up. So it's silly to think something that had zero meaning could suddenly attain it. That being said… once someone points it out (or 4:44 as a friend recently pointed out) - once you are aware of something you become more aware of it.

Based on that other discussions we've had, everything on the flipside is a matter of understanding how energy works, how waves work, how math works.  That in order for them to manifest, appear, it's a matter of understanding the math behind doing that, as well as understanding the time frame of the time/space realm where they need to appear so that we can see them. 

But it requires both of us to move in the same direction.  So in Sherry's case it was because she was asleep, in the sleep state, that she was able to "shift her focus" to be able to see Luana, but equally, in order for Luana to appear to her in this form, she has to "shift her focus" to be able to appear to Sherry.

The space craft is a metaphor for "moving at lightning speeds" (in this case it was a Star Wars Lego ship) and that "moving at the speed of light" is a metaphor for how fast people are able to move on the flipside when they want to focus on doing so.

I've interviewed a number of people who when asked to describe the "one thing" they'd like to tell people about the flipside it's "I can fly."

And by that they don't mean wings - but they do mean moving from one place to the next at lightning speed.


Me and Luana traveling a bit slower in Venice.
So the next time you see 11:11 on a clock... just add those two decimals in your mind.  There's someone "over there" who wants you to think of them while you're glancing at the clock - that's why they got you to focus on that time on the clock.  Just open yourself up to whomever that might be.

Luana also said our daughter would be fine after she slept (she was).

I heard this story on the way to the airport this morning - and despite Sherry's insistence that it wasn't a vision, but "only a dream" I share it here - because... wow.  

What a cool dream.



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