This morning Regina and I woke up early and had an interesting chat lying in bed. For you to make sense of it, you’ll probably need some background information…
I formed a small spiritual group recently, and I handed out a few heart meditation CDs, two to each member. The plan is for each of us to do the meditation a few times a week. Regina chose not to be a regular member, but to provide spiritual support from behind the scenes with her energy healing work (fostering resonance, removing foreign energies, keeping the field clear, and so on). She likes doing the meditations, which help her relax, or to fall asleep if she’s having trouble sleeping, but would rather not be a regular member.
I haven’t had a haircut in more than a year, so unless I tie up my long, gray, frizzy hair in the back, it looks pretty wild. Regina doesn’t like my hair unless it’s tied up.
I spent nearly a decade experimenting with the “luminator,” a four-foot-tall tower-like device that lets me take Polaroid pictures of people, often getting clear faces of nonphysical people (spirits) posing with the live subjects… but for the past year or so the luminator has been resting idle, not plugged in, and I still have about two dozen packs of Polaroid film that are nearing the end of their shelf life. Meanwhile, Polaroid stopped making its 600 film, then new film was reportedly being made, but it’s more expensive. I haven’t looked into that new film. It just feels to me like it’s an end of a short, fun, and rather amazing era—my spirit face photos with the luminator. (click here to see some of those photos). There’s an urban legend that the inventor Patrick Richards put three luminators together on one occasion, and his head passed through a wall as though it were a beam of light… suggesting that a trio of luminators melts away the illusion of our material reality, in effect opening a portal to other realms. (I believe the legend is true. In fact, Patrick told me by phone, before he died, that while the portal was open on that one occasion, something scary came into our world. He didn’t elaborate.)
Fifteen years ago I helped form a major research panel, INIT, which was together from 1995 to 2000, a time of miracles for our group. For me, I feel it was a once-in-many-lifetimes experience to have been a member of INIT. A cluster of seven ethereal beings (angels) gave our group protection and guidance, and told us about a project forged long ago (presumably in Atlantis), whose aim was to establish a “space-time doorway” through which people could not only communicate with bright minds in other dimensions (spirits, angels, ETs…) but actually visit those other dimensions and return to Earth. As that great civilization approached the end of their golden ages, perhaps 5,000 years ago, a circle of priests met to acknowledge that The Project had failed. The space-time arch had not been completed, and humanity, severely overpopulated and drug-ridden, would now plunge into a great dark age… leading to the second Epoch that would start centuries later in Babylon. We today are in the second Epoch of humanity. (click here to see the old INIT group, and click here for some video clips about The Project (and a glimpse of my frizzy hair about a year ago))
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Our Conversation This Morning
“I’m not sure what the group’s supposed to be doing,” said Regina, “other than the meditations.”
“Well, for now we should think about our spirit friends during the meditations and feel gratitude if they choose to work with us.”
“When I meditate, I like to be with God. I make an effort to avoid thinking about individual entities, since it distracts me from that oneness.”
“That’s why you’re not part of my group,” I said. We both chuckled.
“So what are you going to do with the luminator. Still thinking of selling it?”
“I guess, if someone makes the right offer… but I don’t think I’m ready to let it go. I still have that film to use up sometime. Anyway, it’s kind of collector’s item. There were only about eight of them ever made, and they did some really amazing things with those spirit-face photos.”
“Hm, kind of a huge knickknack.” (More chuckles.)
“And who knows,” I said, half-seriously “maybe we can get a couple more luminators and finish that space-time doorway.”
“Well, your hair looks a little like that nutty professor in the movie… what was it called?”
“The Absent-Minded Professor?” I asked.
“No, the other one… Back to the Future.”
I imitated Christopher Lloyd’s wavering voice and wild eyes. “Whoa-a-a-a, Marty.”
She continued, “That’s the one. Anyway, you’re not going to set up any space-time doorway in this house… and you’re DEFinitely not going to be the first guy to walk through it…. I’m going to die before you do. You have too much of a mess in the basement.”
We both laughed, then I said, “It would still be great to see that portal finished in my lifetime. And to be able to step into paradise for awhile, then come back to Earth? Who wouldn’t want to do that?”
“Well… as long as you tie up your hair before you step back through….”
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Interesting conversations at our house!