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Post by poseygilbert on Feb 28, 2014 1:15:12 GMT -6
The Tree By: Posey Gilbert In 1968 when I was seventeen I was walking my best friend and Godfather Wilson sixteen back to his new home in Queens. We had been walking and talking along time and turned down a beautifully gardened and tree lined street. I was commenting on how nice everything looked and how much I wished I could live in an area like that, when suddenly Wilson said, "Oh man we got to get the hell out of here!" "What's wrong?" I asked confused by his sudden nervousness. " Come on we got to hurry up, we got to get out of this area." he said as he sped up. "What? What?!" I asked racing to catch up with him. "We took a wrong turn." he said and started to jog, "We got to get out of here." We started to run what to me was a random pattern but actually was Wilson trying to find his way back to a familiar area. We turned down one tree lined block that had granite slate side walks. The trees were old and there roots had pushed under the slabs and so the side walk was uneven. I was still looking about at the beautiful well kept lawns and gardens as I ran and stumbled over an up heaved slab of pavement and fell against a huge and badly leaning tree. Suddenly my head was filled with pictures an events of me and Wilson that I knew had never happened. Somehow I knew then these things were to come about. In an instant I realized what had transpired, but before then I had never heard of such things, the tree had spoken to me. Excitedly I called to Wilson to tell him to wait, come back and touch the tree for I wanted to see if it would talk to him also. "Wilson hold on a minute!" I called but he just speeded up. So I raced up next to him and said, " Yo man that tree you got to touch that tree, we got to go back." "Go back my a*s," Wilson said, "Me and Kevin made this mistake before, we turned the wrong direction and ended up here, then this gang of Italians called us niggers and started to chase after us with bats." Terror swept through me and danced like electricity on my tongue. We safely made our way out of the area and I later started to tell Wilson of some of the things the tree had said or shown me, for some of the things were not as I wished them to be. He laughed and called me crazy as he often did for I spoke then as I do now about everything strange that happened to me. From that point on I only spoke to Wilson of the things the tree had said to me, when I saw the identical events it had shown me, were occurring in the exact sequences that it had shown me they would. The last thing the tree had said was that Wilson would enter the army and when he returned we would never be the same friends we were as we were before he entered, and just as the tree had whispered in my mind years before all the events had come to pass. Is this tree still there? I don't know but doubt it for it was so huge and leaned toward the street as if it was going to fall over. So either it fell by now or has been cut down for safety reasons. I later learn that the area we had wondered into was years later to become to be known as: The Infamous Howard Beach
On the early morning of December 20, 1986, some 11 years later three stranded African Americans in Howard Beach were chased and attacked, one was killed by a gang of young Italian males in that same area that Wilson and I fled.
As for me going back to look for that tree is not an option I feel is open for me to take.
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Another twist to this story is once as I was riding the subway from my home in Brooklyn to my sisters home in the North Bronx as I got on the train there were these two black youths that also boarded the subway with and sat across from me. One was saying to the other, "Yo, those people are mad crazy out there are you sure we should be going out there late like this?" The other youth smiled and said, "We will be OK, they know we are coming to get the car." At that point the train stopped at Utica Avenue and I got off to transfer to the Lexington Avenue Express. I later learned that young boy who was so certain they would be safe was" He too was to be murdered by a gang of male Italian youths.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2014 11:08:30 GMT -6
A rough, unpredictable life (except for the predicted parts) to be sure Posey. I live in a small valley completely surrounded by mountains...like a bunch of tall mothers holding a child safe..no tsunami would ever reach us LOL. This valley is filled with ancient oaks and wherever oaks grow...Indians lived and shared their spiritual lives with the earth they respected. They followed the acorns from the oaks that were a staple of their diets. About 8 tribes still live around here. You'd be welcome here and not have to worry about militant Italians. I'm a country mouse...and I don't seem to be able to leave here. I've tried..and it's like all of my support disappears. Those places we live..do influence the people we are. I just wait for the reasons for this protection to surface. I have a very brilliant friend (a rocket scientist actually) who was severely beaten by his parent...scars...omg..horrible physical scars and deep mental ones. But he is one of the most generous and patient people I know. From adversity does often come amazing transformations. I feel like I am given the tools and people I need in my life to foster my own evolution. My problem...I am NOT a patient person and waiting for my slow brain to figure out the answers is frustrating I can't ever 'see' beyond a day for myself..but I can easily 'read' for others. Now THAT is just not fair LOL Come talk to an oak some day Posey..
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Post by poseygilbert on Feb 28, 2014 15:01:54 GMT -6
A rough, unpredictable life (except for the predicted parts) to be sure Posey. I live in a small valley completely surrounded by mountains...like a bunch of tall mothers holding a child safe..no tsunami would ever reach us LOL. This valley is filled with ancient oaks and wherever oaks grow...Indians lived and shared their spiritual lives with the earth they respected. They followed the acorns from the oaks that were a staple of their diets. About 8 tribes still live around here. You'd be welcome here and not have to worry about militant Italians. I'm a country mouse...and I don't seem to be able to leave here. I've tried..and it's like all of my support disappears. Those places we live..do influence the people we are. I just wait for the reasons for this protection to surface. I have a very brilliant friend (a rocket scientist actually) who was severely beaten by his parent...scars...omg..horrible physical scars and deep mental ones. But he is one of the most generous and patient people I know. From adversity does often come amazing transformations. I feel like I am given the tools and people I need in my life to foster my own evolution. My problem...I am NOT a patient person and waiting for my slow brain to figure out the answers is frustrating I can't ever 'see' beyond a day for myself..but I can easily 'read' for others. Now THAT is just not fair LOL Come talk to an oak some day Posey.. Sounds like a place I'd love to live jokelly: I am a country boy at heart myself although I was born and raised in the Borough of The Bronx in New York City. I come to find out as an adult that all the places I lived here has been on what had been Sacred Native American Burial Grounds, which because of my Cherokee heritage from my fathers side may explain my many experiences while growing up here. Theresa now retired will be leaving NYC and moving to our family home in Virginia, but she and Chuck were born Rebels, I and the rest were born *bleep* Yankees. New York City runs 24-7-365, Martinsville runs (puke)7:00AM-6:00PM everyday Now add to that the joint down there is haunted by some too *bleep* grabby handed spirits. If I can find an affordable house I may move there. My nephews want me to move out to Seattle Washington, but earthquakes gives me hives, and exploding volcanoes gives me the runny sh*ts, and the thought of being carried off as a Bigfoot's love interest is kind of a turn off for me too.
But I do love trees.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2014 19:20:25 GMT -6
And Hurricanes and Tornadoes AND volcano's give ME the hives LOL. I was born here and the only earthquakes I've seen were on TV. Well we get the 3. tremors but that doesn't even rock the boat. One of my occupations was as a horse trainer and as such I had need, now and then. of a Veterinarian..(horse doc). Mine had two young sons and told me about the old Indian who visited his boys at night. They could both describe him (5 and 2 year old boys) and he came and told them wonderful stories of by-gone days in his tribe. Dream or real..it was the same for them both and he never frightened them. There were often 'offerings' at his door (dead varmints)..and one day a wolf galloped along side of his truck as he went off to work (we don't have wolves anymore). He was also a vortex witch...and with a pair of silver rods held in his hand found the positive vortex's on my ranch for me (positive forces of power that were my places of meditation). Why I was lucky enough to meet this amazing man is a mystery to me.. I guess like does attract like. There are connections everywhere. This is the side of the 'other' world that I am absorbed with..the positive. I consider my 'abduction' and 'their' invasion of my space..the negative and more and more..a war seems to be bubbling up with me in the middle shoving them apart. That's how I visualize it anyway. This little valley is my cauldron of neg/pos influence. You popping in...forced me to see a couple of things I pushed behind me. Unfortunately...you can't deal with and conquer something that you refuse to recognize. Does that make sense at all ?
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Post by skywalker on Feb 28, 2014 21:20:20 GMT -6
Makes sense to me.
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Post by poseygilbert on Mar 1, 2014 2:19:43 GMT -6
Unfortunately...you can't deal with and conquer something that you refuse to recognize. Does that make sense at all ?
Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding...
Give that young lady a star!
Right on point Jokelly.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2014 14:13:39 GMT -6
I'm glad you're following this Sky and I'm glad it makes sense..I was worried. Thanks Posie..I appreciate your input a lot.
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Post by paulette on Mar 2, 2014 13:25:46 GMT -6
"In 1968 when I was seventeen I was walking my best friend and Godfather Wilson sixteen back to his new home in Queens. We had been walking and talking along time and turned down a beautifully gardened and tree lined street. I was commenting on how nice everything looked and how much I wished I could live in an area like that, when suddenly Wilson said, "Oh man we got to get the hell out of here!" "What's wrong?" I asked confused by his sudden nervousness. " Come on we got to hurry up, we got to get out of this area." he said as he sped up. "What? What?!" I asked racing to catch up with him. "We took a wrong turn." he said and started to jog, "We got to get out of here." We started to run what to me was a random pattern but actually was Wilson trying to find his way back to a familiar area. We turned down one tree lined block that had granite slate side walks. The trees were old and there roots had pushed under the slabs and so the side walk was uneven. I was still looking about at the beautiful well kept lawns and gardens as I ran and stumbled over an up heaved slab of pavement and fell against a huge and badly leaning tree. Suddenly my head was filled with pictures an events of me and Wilson that I knew had never happened." Read more: theedgeofreality.proboards.com/thread/4512/tree#ixzz2upp30GpnI had to read this twice, because the beautiful gardened and tree lined streets did not jive with leaning trees and tilted sidewalks - so bad that you tripped and reached out to a tree. This is where I went when I read it. Wilson could see it was a rough run-down neighborhood. You saw lovely. There was a maze like quality to trying to leave it - Wilson was in a panic but you were "caught" by it and then had contact which gave you unusual information - from a tree. The concept cover memory comes to mind. Our trickster "friends" come to mind.
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Post by poseygilbert on Mar 3, 2014 0:04:43 GMT -6
This is where I went when I read it. Wilson could see it was a rough run-down neighborhood. You saw lovely. There was a maze like quality to trying to leave it - Wilson was in a panic but you were "caught" by it and then had contact which gave you unusual information - from a tree.
Wilson the day before the Tree
No paulette: This was not a rough run-down neighborhood the people there were Mafioso. The houses were like small mansions with big well taken care of gardens full of flowers some had grape vines and well manicured lawns. Where some had statues others had bird baths, fountains, the bigger places not many had both statues and fountains . The trees are supposed to be maintained by the city not the home owners and I felt it was there because those of the neighborhood still wanted it there. It was old probably older than most of the neighborhood itself When was the last time you saw real granite slab sidewalks anywhere? This was a big old Oak tree, it had to be there even before the sidewalk was put there. As was the Bronx, and Brooklyn, Queens was once mainly dairy farms, horse ranches and wooded areas. The back then defunct Belmont Park Horse Racing Track was, and now the renovated todays Belmont / Acqueduct Race Track is, only about a block away from that area. That was what alerted Wilson to the fact that we had taken a wrong turn and had innocently wandered into this dangerous neighborhood of murderous Wise Guys, Made Men and Gangsters. Hell John Joseph Gotti, Jr. used to live within walking distance from me, not that I'd ever go over there even now that he is dead. Wilson was running what seemed to me to be a maze, to save our lives and get us the hell out of there.Now as for the talking tree. I'd never heard of such things other than in fairy tails. But the second I touched it I knew what had happened, the *bleep* tree had spoke to me. And that was why I thought it was important for my Godfather to touch it, to see if the same thing would happen to him as had happened to me or was this just a brain-fart on my behalf? Because every time I mentioned it to Wilson or around his brothers Kevin, or Wyatt I'd get that *bleep* "Woooo-wooooo-wooooo-woooo" sound of that old TV show "One Step Beyond" from them eventually it was put to the back of my mind, and though not forgotten, it was just not thought of, or talked about by me any more.
Then some years after circa the early 90s I was finally living alone (Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! ) PBS showed a program about people that said that the trees could talk. One was a tree hugger in England she'd described an experience similar to mine. She'd said having touched a very old Oak in a forest of Britain she'd seem flashes of images of the old days of Britain in her mind. Then there was an Afrikaner that said he'd lived among and was doing a study on The Baka people, known in the Congo as Bayaka. One day while the hunters were three days out in the jungle one of the men's fathers had an accident and became gravely ill. His son's wife went to the jungle and started crying and pleading to a big tree he asked others what she was doing, and was told she was telling the tree to tell her son to come home his father was very sick and may be dyeing. He said the son returned toward the night fall of the next day having traveled the afore night all day, and was there at his fathers side when the man passed. The Afrikaner later asked the son how had he known to come back from so far away (three days out) the man said he'd heard his mother's voice calling from the trees. Perhaps someone here has seen this program, or heard this story if so I'd like to hear from you.
I did not have Cable or Direct TV (the best) then so I know it was on PBS.
Maybe P.O.V or Nova
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Post by poseygilbert on Mar 3, 2014 14:15:43 GMT -6
I'm glad you're following this Sky and I'm glad it makes sense..I was worried. Thanks Posie..I appreciate your input a lot.
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Post by paulette on Mar 4, 2014 12:19:29 GMT -6
Got it - real old (maybe helpful) tree that was living in an old Mafioso neighborhood. Well...I've communicated with trees as well - and in my Wiccan training we were encouraged to do so as well (I already had discovered that on my own.)
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2014 12:59:43 GMT -6
We can absorb energy from so many sources Flowers..trees..just being out in the middle of so much to drink in. When I feel really blue..I walk barefoot in the grass and I feel so much better for it. Walking in the rain...smelling it..we were NOT meant to live inside for days on end as so many do now. When I advance to the 'shut-in' period of life (should life be so cruel) then..I'll have to have a very strong imagination left to me. I just keep thinking of Steven Hawking...as it's all that he does have. I know there are soul evolving reasons for it...I'm just not anxious to try it.
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Post by skywalker on Mar 4, 2014 13:47:01 GMT -6
Talking to trees. A few years ago if somebody would have suggested such a thing to me I would have laughed until my brains fell out of my nose. Now, after all of the weird unexplainable things I have experienced over the past many years talking to trees doesn't sound all that strange. I'm going to give it a try and see what happens.
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Post by poseygilbert on Mar 4, 2014 14:46:03 GMT -6
Got it - real old (maybe helpful) tree that was living in an old Mafioso neighborhood. Well...I've communicated with trees as well - and in my Wiccan training we were encouraged to do so as well (I already had discovered that on my own.) Cool paulette: Blessed Be!
My now deceased beloved sister soul and best friend Carolyn Sue Barnes. was The Vita Wicca Coven Head. A Eulogy For A Most Excellent WitchA Requiem For Carolyn By: Posey Gilbert 2005
Another day will come, another day will come.
I know that day will come and I will see you again.
As sure as time goes by, as sure as stars they fly.
I deep inside know I, I will see you again.
I know a time will come, I know a time will come.
I know the time will come, we'll be together again.
Just like the tears we cry, all meet in rainbows high.
The same way you and I will be together again.
We'll be together again. We'll meet each other again. We'll be together again. We'll be together my friend.
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Post by poseygilbert on Mar 4, 2014 18:51:06 GMT -6
We can absorb energy from so many sources Flowers..trees..just being out in the middle of so much to drink in. When I feel really blue..I walk barefoot in the grass and I feel so much better for it. Walking in the rain...smelling it..we were NOT meant to live inside for days on end as so many do now. When I advance to the 'shut-in' period of life (should life be so cruel) then..I'll have to have a very strong imagination left to me. I just keep thinking of Steven Hawking...as it's all that he does have. I know there are soul evolving reasons for it...I'm just not anxious to try it. Exactly jokelly: That is what that big burst of energy is that you get when you step out into the country air after a long bus or car ride, or out of your house after being inside all night or day. Everyone visiting here needs to understand that there is a "Connecting Filament" to the very phenomena we are discussing here and the UFO Alien Abduction Phenomena.
THE DEAD GIANTS YOU NEED TO KNOW.
Wilhelm ReichWilhelm Reich called it Orgone EnergyAbove are pictures of Wilhelm Reich the discoverer of Orgone energy the life force, and the creator of the Orgone energy accumulators, the Cloud buster, and Orgone therapy.
Though his work has been discredited in the United States it is still accepted and used in Europe.
Reich was arrested and died in jail in 1957 his work was labeled as fraud and the construction of his creations were banned and made a federal offense punishable by imprisonment and his papers were to be held out of the public eyes for fifty years.
His works have been bastardized into other things today though no credit is given to this great and brilliant man.
Good news Reichs books are now again availible for purchase. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Trevor James Constable Trevor James Constable Critters
The Sky Critters by Trevor James Constable- A Review -2007.
Critters or Nonts Space Serpents Footage From NASA Flying SerpentsCritter?
Sky Serpent?Every Age seems to have their own. The self realized adventurer whose wanderlust among uncharted borderlands returns to mankind brand new specimens of insight and knowledge to broaden and benefit the human fraternity. Among inventors, every school child knows the classic examples of Edison and Bell, but relatively few would have known of the great accomplishments of a magnificent trail blazer of the first half of the 20th Century by the name of Ruth Drown, had it not been for the tenacity of an equally formidable trail blazer of the second half of the 20th century, Trevor James Constable.
Trevor's wanderings have taken him far, but a broad review of his life's work must include his development and refinement of a reliable method of weather manipulation known as Etheric Rain Engineering, his discovery and photography of huge, plasmoidal aerial creatures in the 1950's which he identified as "Critters", his capturing of color photos of UFO's using ordinary 35 mm color film and a special lens filter, his documentation of the extraordinary advancements in the healing arts discovered by Dr. Ruth Drown and her subsequent persecution by the government, his elaboration of the New Knowledge brought forth by Rudolf Steiner and Wilhelm Reich, among others, whose discoveries could herald a renewed Renaissance for all of mankind if more widely known and embraced, and his international reputation as an aviation historian of German and Allied fighter pilots of World War II
Born in New Zealand in 1925, Trevor J Constable engaged a long career at sea which spanned nearly a half century, lasting from World War II until 1992. After finishing high school, he joined the New Zealand Merchant Marine for a year, followed with the British Merchant Marine for five years, and after emigrating to the United States in 1952, sailed for 26 years with the U.S Merchant Marine as a Radio Electronics Officer. He plied the North Atlantic with the British in the late 40's aboard the famed Queen Mary and completed more than 300 crossings of the North Pacific aboard the SS Maui, flagship of the Matson Navigation Company; the ship upon which he conducted many of his famous weather manipulation experiments utilizing the multi-tubed Cloudbuster invented by Wilhelm Reich and the etheric principles expounded by Rudolf Steiner and Gunther Wachsmuth.
During his 14 years aboard the SS Maui, he was finally able to divorce his cloudbusing equipment from water grounding, a substantial step forward. He now opened a new epoch in etheric weather engineering based on biogeometric forms and phi geometry. His technical goal was to directly access the etheric continuum and use its native laws to engineeer weather, especially rain. Variants developed in this experimental crucible on the high seas were frequently employed which included rotating formats on the moving ship and injecting harmonious spiralling motions into the ether by human design. Trevor's real-world progress was documented using very compelling time-lapse video. This video documentation demonstrated that his simple etheric vortex generators worked effectively on the local weather, even through half-inch thick steel -- six decks down within the ship's hull.
As the size and weight of his etheric translators were progressively reduced, realization of a longtime dream came within reach: taking etheric rain engineeering AIRBORNE. By 1994, he had conclusively proved in a series of airborne tests in Hawaii, that airborne etheric rain engineering was another new epoch in etheric engineering. The widened horizon from an aircraft, unmatched visibility, and infinite heading control, greatly magnified the effects he had learned to produce in his years of maritime pioneering.
In the late 80s and early 90s, he documented a series of smog reduction operations in southern California. These proved the effectiveness of etheric manipulation techniques against smog, in an area considered the largest and filthiest smog region in America. Funded by Singapore businessman and entrepreneur George K. C. Wuu, these operations culminated in a full-season, anti-smog operation in 1990, using fourteen stations throughout southern California. Smog came down in that single season by an astonishing 24 percent, for a total investment cost of $35,000. Federal and state authorities were notified-IN ADVANCE- of this smog reduction endeavor using official forms. Despite Trevor's stellar results, California was not interested in the further use of these techniques and has since seen smog expenditures exceed $10 billion, with no end in sight for 2003.
Trevor's rain and smog operations are recounted in a 1994 book entitled Loom of the Future. The book employs a new literary format in the form of a book-long interview, with more than 130 photographs keyed to the text. Loom of the Future provides a historical education in the step by step progress of etheric engineering.
In 1991, the Singapore company Trevor formed with George Wuu, AEREO, was hired by the State of Melaka in Malaysia, then in drought. Working with George Wuu and Dr. Peter Lindemann from atop a 32-story hotel in Melaka, he engineered 38 measurable rains during a 57-day dry-season period -- approximately 75 percent of a normal annual Melaka rainfall, in mainland Malaysia's driest state.
Following Trevor's development of airborne etheric rain engineeering in 1994, having proved it practicable and feasible in both Hawaii and Malaysia, George Wuu now formed a new commercial rain engineeering enterprise in Singapore called Etheric Rain Engineering Pte. Ltd. This corporation provides airborne etheric rain engineering services to governments. The company has a website with many splendid articles and explanations of etheric science at www.rainengineering.com . The greatest difficulty that has plagued the company since its inception has not been engineering rain or conquering smog, but rather overcoming bureaucratic sloth and the vested interests of the 'disaster' industry; a dilemma that hobbles them to this day.
Trevor's greatest literary contribution to humanity is surely The Cosmic Pulse of Life, first published in 1975. Here, he elucidates the great forward leaps engendered by the likes of Rudolf Steiner, Wilhelm Reich, and Ruth Drown, an advanced soul who Trevor often described as a 'saint' who was first crucified, and then literally murdered by orthodox medical interests working through government stooges. Dr. Drown's invention of Radio-Vision alone, an embarrassingly simple instrument used to obtain CAT scan-like X-ray images of a patient-at a distance, should have earned Drown the Nobel Prize in the early 1930's. Instead, she was forced to endure a lifetime of unending pillorying, vilification, belittlement and kangaroo courts designed to break her emotionally, physically, and financially. In the chapters titled The Boys Downstairs and The Battle for The Earth, Trevor brings to light-25 years before anyone heard of the name David Icke-the hidden hand of the Ahrimanic powers, malevolent fourth dimensional alien forces who are subverting and enslaving humankind from within. Other chapters in this magnificent compendium deal with the Four Ethers, UFO's, Critters, Etherean science, Meade Layne (founder of the Borderland Sciences Foundation), George Van Tassel, Ernst Lehrs, Dr Franklin Thomas, and a host of other important revelations and personalities too numerous to include here.
On land, his interest in UFO's investigation was undoubtedly fanned by the phenomenal activities that he had witnessed in the 1950's at a remote location in the California desert known as Giant Rock, near Landers. It was there where George Van Tassel had been taken aboard an alien spacecraft in 1954 and afterwards was in regular psychic communication with this group of aliens and other 'space brothers' who were able to speak through Van Tassel using his vocal apparatus. Van Tassel held regular public get togethers within a large, hollowed out room excavated beneath Giant Rock which included both human and, at times, human looking alien 'guests', who sometimes materialized and dematerialized in full view of those attending. UFO manifestations and fly-bys were also a common sight at Giant Rock in those days. Trevor was initially eager to learn from Van Tassel how to open up such psychic channels himself, but later came to deeply regret having acquired the skill. It took the help of a gifted clairvoyant, Dr. Franklin Thomas, to finally end these unwanted psychic intrusions.
While Trevor is best known for his UFO investigations and weather manipulation activities, few people realize his reputation as an aviation historian of fighter pilots of World War II. He wrote six books with Col. Raymond Toliver in which they documented the aeronautical feats and heroism of flying aces from both sides of the Atlantic. His definitive biography of Erich Hartmann, the world's greatest fighter pilot, in a book titled The Blond Knight of Germany was one of the most popular fighter ace biographies ever sold. The German edition alone, has enjoyed over 50 hardcover reprintings to date and has sold more than 300,000 copies.
Today, at 83, TJ Constable retains the physical appearance and stamina of a man half his age. He recently collaborated with Jose Escamilla, known for his video taping of "rods", to produce a documentary about a tentative connection between Trevor's larger (mature?) Critters and Jose's smaller (immature?) rods. The video will include footage shot by Trevor aboard airliners in the 1970's with his 18A optical filter which shows UFO's-in color- coming right up to the aircraft and flying side by side, unseen by other passengers. Trevor remains optimistic that the bureaucratic barriers to commercial rain engineering will someday be sufficiently dismantled to allow him and George Wuu to fully employ the marvelous methodology that he labored so long to perfect and bring rain to those many drought stricken regions of the earth where famine and economic depression need not exist.
By Ken Adachi educate-yourself.org/tjc/briefbio.shtml January 6, 2003
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Dr. Ruth B. Drown, America's Greatest Radionics Innovator
Ruth Drown was born in 1892 in Greeley, Colorado. Her father was a professional photographer and taught young Ruth all he knew of the photographic processes. Years later, this background would play an important role in her development of Radio Vision, an invention of such inestimable importance and merit to the healing arts that it should have carried her to the stage in Stockholm. Instead, her work, her inventions, her honor and finally her life, were all shattered by a calculated onslaught organized by the Little Men of Big Medicine using their media pimps and government stooges to destroy her. These jackals of greed and duplicity always seem to reserve their greatest torments for those who would relieve man's suffering the most, as was seen in the case of Dr. Royal Raymond Rife whose great discoveries in cancer research and therapy were obliterated by the same medical mafia (see The Cancer Cure That Worked! by Barry Lynes). --------------------------------------------------------------------
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Rudolf Joseph Lorenz Steiner
Born 25/27 February 1861 Died 30 March 1925 (aged 64)
Rudolf Joseph Lorenz Steiner[2] (25/27 February 1861[3] – 30 March 1925) was an Austrian philosopher, social reformer, architect, and esotericist. Steiner gained initial recognition as a literary critic and cultural philosopher. At the beginning of the twentieth century, he founded a spiritual movement, anthroposophy, as an esoteric philosophy with roots in German idealist philosophy and theosophy; other influences include Goethean science and Rosicrucianism.
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Prana (प्राण, prāṇa) is the Sanskrit word for "life force"; in yoga, Oriental medicine, and martial arts, the term refers to a cosmic energy believed to come from the sun and connecting the elements of the universe. The universal principle of energy or force, responsible for the body's life, heat and maintenance, prana is the sum total of all energy that is manifest in the universe. This life energy, prana (प्राण) has been vividly invoked and described in Vedas. -------------------------------------------------------------------- I hope you find these useful.
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Post by poseygilbert on Mar 4, 2014 20:32:43 GMT -6
Talking to trees. A few years ago if somebody would have suggested such a thing to me I would have laughed until my brains fell out of my nose. Now, after all of the weird unexplainable things I have experienced over the past many years talking to trees doesn't sound all that strange. I'm going to give it a try and see what happens. Good idea young skywalker:
I suggest you go for a walk in the woods or a park and look for the biggest and oldest tree you can find or one that calls you to it, but instead of talking to it, or expecting it to talk to you, walk around it, gently touch it, or sit silent in mind and spirit under it and lean back and rest your spine against the trunk. If it has something to say to you, it will. Me I did none of that, I tripped and fell against the *bleep* thing for just as long as it took to right myself. Not even a full Mississippi. I touched it with my left hand, the spiritual side, for the width of a static pop (discharge) in time. Maybe it was because I was so enthralled by the beauty of the plants that I became attuned to the areas flora and so was receptive of the trees wave lengths. Plants are the most connected to the Quantum Continuum and for that nano of time I was allowed to glimpse a portion of the whole. Remember The Quantum Continuum is the big stationary "NOW!" It's like a Cosmic DVD everything from the beginning to the end is all present at once in it. So when all events are present simultaneously there is no beginning there is no end, so "a Naniod" of time in there to a Linearean can show them eons in all "Linearity" or Linearly Chronological directions at once.Although I still say the tree spoke to me, I know that is the only way a Linearean would understand it. Quatumantically it was an open door or window, to The Quantum Universe.
There are multiple cultures that say spirits inhabit the trunks of trees. That is why people to this day will knock on wood for luck. You ever wonder what a tree really is on another level?
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