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 Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 10:41 am |
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Maybe so, but is this guy S.W or is it someone else just posting his blog?
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| Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2005 11:53 am |
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Who really knows,,. impersonators and frauds can easily ply their agenda
in cyberspace. You don't get to look anyone in the eye. I have an idea
that a lot of scammers also troll and check out this website. It gives
them better insight and other ideas: for instance: one posting where
the individual introduces herself (it seems) as a young person looking
to meet other young people, etc. of a specified age group span; all
quite young. Who's to say this isn't a scammer using a disguise to
bait young and naive individuals who happen to be the most vunerable
and open for explotation of scam schemes. The posting may be legit-
imate, but who knows?
As someone said: Caveat Emptor! The world can be a perilous place,
along with it's goodness.
By the way, Stuart Barrymore and Stuart Wilde: I personally do not
know their true reputation. All I know is what I have read on here and
I have not nor will not form an opinion regarding either one of them in
any manner.
Perhaps the "real" individuals should step forward.. but then how would
one know, unless you attended one of their functions and obviously
you have to pay for that... money, and, otherwise?
I personally have associated in my life with similiar type oriented
individuals and have learned to always be wary, careful, cautious
regarding who you believe and trust. I have found some individuals
that truly mean well in trying to help others, have been working on
getting out of their Ego and the usual selfish, greedy and avarice
driven agenda of the human being. Others are, when you "peel
back their veneer" frauds and parasites.
One things that is troubling here is the suggestion of the use of mind
altering substances to acheive spiritual insight. I consider that like
taking an enema to make your bowels move, when if one just eats
properly and is patient they will find that they are naturally regular
as their body nature indicates.
If one cares to acheive real spiritual insight, feeling, meaning, there is
some good reading from various authors that stimulates peronal
enlightenment. Also, mediatation, Yoga, personal solutidue and
retreat, away from the crush of urban life, television, concrete
and asphalt pavements and such. Doing this will acheive insight,
spiritual peace and insight tht will be a part of one's everday nature
and not some fleeting illusion/s stimulated by chemicals.
Namaste...
p.s you may like to read: "Storming Heaven'; LSD And The American
Dream". Author is: Jay Stevens. Publisher is: Atlantic Monthly Press.
ISBN is: 0-87113-076-9
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| Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2005 8:02 am |
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I said: "By the way, Stuart Barrymore and Stuart Wilde"...
I meant (as I understand from the reading) Justis Barrymore and Stuart Wild
Wilde.
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| Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 7:43 am |
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I actually went to see a lecture of Stuart Wilde a few years back when i was in Glastonbury England. The Lecture costs me a grand total of three pounds which is about a dollar fifty, so i don't think that was too outlandish. Also Stuart spend a few hours afterwards with about ten of us talking and teaching by the town monument in the square.
I have alot of Respect for Stuart , i know nothing about Justin other than what has been said here.
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| Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 4:37 am |
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Dry Rain, Falling Upwards
I completed all the tasks set for me, they took twenty-one years. Then everything was fixed and ready. Looking back it was all linked, each task was one face of a multifaceted template that represents a human’s flight to freedom. Unable to expose the lies or change the system very much, my mind turned to how will people survive? There has to be some way for people to get away. I was greatly influenced in this idea by my old teacher who said that initiates would appear and take people to safety.
Initially my plan was to create a new Camelot in Europe. A place where honor and love would prevail. To that end I sought to buy a castle, but nothing went right and people that I hoped would come in and assist never materialized. I did build a large house in Australia and there we tested out the transdimensional presence of another world descending on this one. In the end it came and found us, we didn’t go to it. It worked beyond my wildest dreams. It is still on-going. But I suffered counter-attacks of various kinds from forces that didn’t want to see this kind of thing happening, and I also had some incredible bad luck, and in the end I left Australia and gave away the house to a trust, and the European Camelot castle idea fell from my dreams, shot down in flames.
So I went looking for valleys, places where people could live sustainable lives in small houses in remote areas, away from Big Brother and harassment. I found several but I wondered how it would work as there was nothing to protect the people if the state decided to march in the door. Anything alternate is always marginalized and attacked; control has become endemic and technology will eventually make it total. Alternative thinking and its lifestyle will eventually be considered a threat to the state and it will be banned.
After three years and 30,000 visions, I saw that these Camelot locations have to be invisible, that’s their only chance. How it finally came to me was partly through the visions and partly by traveling around England. I went to several hundred towns and cities and I visited all the remote areas. There isn’t one square yard of that country that is safe. People don’t understand what is coming, they can’t imagine it. They are being tricked.
I’ve written about it here so I won’t repeat myself. I’m sure many of you think I’m totally cracked. But imagine someone writing in 1923 about the arrival of the Nazis, ten years before Hitler took power: death camps, ten million German dead and the murder of the country’s intellectuals. The writer of such things would have been mercilessly attacked and ridiculed as quite mad. Germany saw itself as civilized at the time. We English also think we are civilized. But we’re entering the same phase now, except our evil is not just a military attack on humanity, it is also a technological fascism––total lockdown, a control system beyond anything the Nazis could have dreamt of.
Our leaders and their controlling minds will microchip the population and watch activity via satellites from above. The media will be used to make everything seem reasonable. “We need to microchip the children in case they get abducted. We need to track the cars to control pollution and congestion. We need to get rid of paper money to stop muggings and theft.” Blah, blah––,Jawohl!
The latest scheme is that the British Government wants to inject little children against cigarettes and drugs. The injection will tamper with the pleasure centers in the brain and put the children off in later life when they seek pleasurable experiences using substances disapproved of by the authorities. I kid you not. They are serious. The Medical Association agrees with the idea. These people are spooky; crippled in their souls.
After a while England got me down. It’s full of silent hate and violence and people being pompous and nasty to each other. I felt the only chance was to find exits for people, so I went looking for dry rain, falling upwards. It’s a Morph thing. It’s not exactly falling upwards, more swirling about. When you see it you know there is a doorway there. When you put your hand up in the dry rain, it dematerializes.
The idea of people walking out of here isn’t so daft anymore. I don’t know how my teacher knew these things thirty years ago but he did. He said the journey from this dimension to the next is nothing more than walking casually across a room. He was right. But he added, “You have to leave your overcoat on a peg before you cross.” Thirty years later, I now know what he meant.
Tales of wizards and witches appearing and disappearing always sounded so mysterious and interesting but the fables don’t explain the process. When your body dematerializes you loose your sense of identity and your ego melts. It can’t understand what is happening and it can’t control the process because it has no authority over the dimension you are walking into. Everything you normally hold on to, like your identity, say, suddenly isn’t there anymore. You are just pure mind, freaked out pure mind! Letting go is jolly difficult. People are hindered by the structure and imagined importance of their ideas. It is their overcoat. To walk across you have to lose the ego and become terribly unimportant.
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| Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 4:39 am |
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Here’s something you might consider.
Have a very deep respect for the God Force and all its manifestations, and extend that respect to everyone you meet, no matter how ugly they are in the way they comport themselves. A lack of respect and politeness will exclude you. It shows you up as too self-important. Here is an example: I bumped into a lad I know, who told me I had helped him enormously in this life, and he went on to say how diligently he follows what I write. I like him a lot. He has a nice sense of humor. So I invited him to dinner the next day. He arrived five hours late with no particular excuse, he just didn’t bother. I thought, how odd? If someone had turned my life around I’d be very grateful and I’d make sure to arrive early, and I would offer to buy dinner every night for a week if needs be. No respect, you see? The lad is a nice person but doesn’t have much chance because he is still too important. I would guess something terribly painful will come to wound his ego and destroy his importance, and save him from himself. You’ve seen that one before, haven’t you? I’ve seen it more times than I can count. The Higher Self is amazing in how it rescues you even if that rescue hurts a bit.
Here, I ought to talk about a proper gratitude as that is part of respect, but I don’t want to wound you while you might feel a bit fragile. It can tear you to shreds if you ever go deep within and look at what it is really like at a profound spiritual level. You are going to need it. Proper gratitude is a dimension, a place in the inner worlds that you can go and visit, as are all human emotions and sentiments. They are vast boxes in a conglomeration of inter-linked parts that are trillions of times bigger than our Universe. I’ll talk about that next time.
Back to the Camelot idea. At first, I imagined the initiates my teacher spoke of as mysterious men with cloaks and white beards, Merlin types. I worried about how I would ever find them. Then I did find some, twenty-nine anyway. They are all very ordinary. Two are American kids just finishing high school, another is a chubby, middle-aged housewife that likes bonking a lot. The Fed Ex man is very prompt round there––very prompt indeed! Another is a very good-looking African that sells something boring in tick-tock, like refrigerators. I don’t remember. Then there are three musicians in various obscure bands. One is a doctor that is a heavy drug user and another is a waitress in a hip cocktail bar. They are all very imperfect and ordinary. You could never spot them in a million years, not unless you had some help as I did. But they all have one quality, they are all charismatic, they radiate and pull people to them. As I said in God’s Gladiators, you don’t have to look for help, it will pull you and find you. These initiates––there maybe thousands of them, are already dotted about, standing right next to you in the line at the supermarket. You may be one yourself, as only three of the twenty-nine people that were identified for me, know who they are. The rest are unaware as yet.
Imagine it like this, let us say there are fifty million people in England and let’s say you have volunteered to get a few of them across the Great Divide to the Camelot world. You know that you can only take one in forty-thousand, it’s a terrible decision you face, who will you pick? Will you pick the lad that doesn’t care that he comes five hours late, or what about the business woman with the big house, who swore unswerving love and support, that wouldn’t lift a finger when a little shelter was desperately needed? Or, what about the manic accumulators, those that pamper themselves and accumulate and spend, and ignore the world and other people? Shall we load them on? Do we need them? What about the guy you hauled from the gutter who then quietly siphoned eighty grand from your account? Who is on the bus and who isn’t? If it were down to me, I’d load them all on and hope they straighten out later, but it isn’t down to me. I just plonk down invisible bus stops. I wouldn’t have the authority to decide who is on the bus and who is not. Some great spiritual being will have to arrive and sort that out, hopefully.
Meanwhile people have to be made ready, they are very inadequate and not properly prepared for walking into another world. There is a lot of shame and guilt to work through and many have no idea a dark shadow exists inside them. I am glad I’m out of the seminar business. After twenty years I couldn’t hack it anymore, other people’s pain is a terrible thing, it’s as much as I can do to watch the global pain and handle my own. And anyway ‘dry rain’ and the bus business is not a bed of roses either, it has its ups and downs. At times it is crushing in its loneliness, really crushing.
So for now, be humble, be gracious, be polite, be generous, forgive everyone, be respectful, be brave and “skim the lake” as my old teacher would say. Meaning, clean up, get rid of things, lighten the load––fast, drink green juice, whatever you need. Stay light and flexible. That gets you to the bus stop. Then you have to wait. The schedule is a bit erratic, I’m afraid. There is only one bus every twelve thousand years as far as I can tell. Public transport in Camelot is a bit of a nightmare! Sorry about that.
But you won’t fault the parcel service––spot-on!
Stuart Wilde
www.stuartwilde.com
P.S. I know some of you are a bit confused right now but have hope. This is the most clouded it will ever become because so much of it is necessarily obscured and hidden, but from here it will gradually dawn on you and become clearer. If you have even a modicum of goodness in you, use that as a rope in the dark to find your way, you’ll get there, I’m sure of that.
When you see the extraordinary efforts that have been made silently and secretly on your behalf you will be dumbfounded. It is not just certain humans that may become vital to you, but heroic beings that are fighting their way into this world to help rescue you.
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