I have always had a strong need for validating my connection with the Earth and God through contact and prayer….
As a child I needed to walk bare foot. I lost many shoes on the way to school. I also found I had such a strong connection to the colours in nature that the only way I can describe it is they acted like food for my being…
I could sense a connecting resonance coming from flowers and the multi-coloured birds that lived around our house in my grandfather’s village.
In the nearby fields lived little insects that were the size of ladybirds (lalbotee/red bride) they were a beautiful, uplifting, energising shade of red and felt like velvet. I would collect them and let them wonder all over my hands as I very gently stroked them, loved them and then let them fall back to the ground.
When I came to live in England at the age of 8 I was emotionally traumatized by the reduction of the nature and “natural colours ” of nature in my life… everything seemed so grey by comparison, I felt deppressed, oppressed and stifled.
However kids are resilient and I started buying the multicoloured sweets with the vibrant colours. I would sometimes hold them up to the sun to marvel at the colours… I had never seen sweets like that in India… Nor the brightly coloured fizzy drinks that came in beautiful shades of pink, green, red etc.. England seemed not sooo bad after all…
2)The Almighty love energy that some call Waheguru/Allah/God etc etc .
In times of suffering this has bought me peace and in times of peace it has brought me joy…Just as nature had a strong effect on me so did the thought of Waheguru. That eternal loving energy, vibration that permeates everywhere and thus in everyone as per my feelings. I turned to Waheguru from the age of seven although I always had a strong bond to spirit from day one. I prayed and felt the peace and it relieved me from all the things that tormented me. Even if that peace was short-lived it was enough to keep my sanity.
My first psychic memory takes me back to the age of apprrox 4 years old. I clearly recall the utter disgust I felt at seeing a little girl in the reflection of the mirror. That was not me! I was someone great but I could not remember who to my extreme frustration… I am aware now that in my previous life in India I was a student of Morya Khan whose previous incarnations include:
Ego plays in the hearts of the greats and the underdogs. We are all a victim of it sometimes. And I was not immune to it even at the age of four…
It seems that this life had some key lessons for me. One main one was the battle with ego. Life experiences have brought me down quiet a few notches..
At the age of 10 my 24 year old uncle died of cancer. While the family wept non stop I went numb but prayed for his children..especially his 3 month old daughter. My cute little cousin for whom I wept so much.. The thought that she would never experience the love of a father broke my heart further…..
However my uncle came to me in my dreams every night for over a month after his death. Everynight he was telling me that he was ok..but the day would bring the dark clouds of negative energy of loss and his efforts to tell me he is ok fell on deaf ears.
As a result of his wife’s mental state his soul remained on the Earth plane until just 5 years ago. (33 years approx after his physical death).Her healing process allowed him to go where he needed to. He asked his wife’s permission and requested that she start being positive through an incredible healer called Jose Ignacio.
Prayer opened some door to my mind and I found that whenever I prayed and remained connected with waheguru I would experience what are termed psychic phenomena.
I turned to prayer when the pain and burden of developing rheumatoid arthritis became unbearable…
One summer at the age of 17 I was standing in a friend’s (Fay) kitchen. It was a tiny kitchen and I was in front of the cooker. Another friend (Geeta) went to the toilet next to the kitchen. The toilet was built like a cubicle next to the kitchen. There wasn’t a solid wall seperating the two.
All of a sudden me and Fay heard the most piercing, horrific, screams as if they were coming from where I was standing. There was no one else in the kitchen so we thought maybe Geeta in the cubicle had some problem. I knocked like crazy and she came out. So I asked her if she was ok and she was fine. I asked her had she heard any screams and she said “No”. She was a really nice genuine person who would not do something like that for a laugh.
Fay’s sister had just had a baby about two weeks before and she was in the next room. We asked her if she had heard screaming. She said no, her baby was fast asleep and she would have heard them if they were nearby… There was no one else in the house. Me and Fay felt disturbed by what we had heard but tried to forget it.
Exactly a week later Fay’s sister who had just had the baby set herself on fire in front of that cooker where I had stood exactly a week earlier… She died of her injuries..
As time has gone by I have come to realize, premonition is often the gift of my psychic experiences..
Ok, I am going to share this with you first before I start some of my own experiences….
In her new book The ESP Enigma: The Scientific Case for Psychic Phenomena, former Harvard professor Diane Hennacy Powell combines philosophy, physics, and empirical data to examine supernatural traits like telepathy (the ability to access someone else’s consciousness), psychokinesis (the ability to use one’s consciousness to affect external objects), clairvoyance (the ability to broaden one’s consciousness to remote time and space) and precognition (the ability to see into the future). She spoke to TIME about Abraham Lincoln’s eerie dreams, Einstein’s theories of time-travel and the idea that anybody can be a psychic.
In your book you write about the psychologist William James and his comparison of the brain to a prism. How does this relate to psychic phenomena?
He believed consciousness is not just what’s happening to the neurons in the brain. The brain is our instrument in focusing and organizing our consciousness. Just like a prism will take a white light with all these different frequencies and separate it so you can see the different colors of the spectrum. Rather than us experiencing everything that’s happening all at once, our brain focuses us on the here and the now. It uses our sensory organs as guides as to what we should be focusing on. Experiments have shown that most psychic experiences occur when are sensory organs are muted, like when we’re dreaming or having a near-death experience.
In your book you mention Abraham Lincoln as one of the more famous examples of precognitive dreaming.
Lincoln had a very vivid dream of walking around the White House and hearing all these people mourning and asking, “What’s going on?” and then having someone tell him, “The president’s dead.” Then he saw his own corpse. He had this dream literally ten days before he was assassinated. He didn’t tell anybody about it at first, but a few days before [his assassination], he told his wife and some friends. Of course, that’s not true of all dreams. Some dreams actually are tapping into some other time and place, and there’s real information in them. Others are just imagination. I think that’s one of the reasons why psychics don’t have 100% accuracy, sometimes it’s just their imagination. What I’m interesting in is trying to discern what it is that makes those experiences so different.
Tell me about the stigma associated with scientists who study psychic phenomena.
There are theories about how the brain works, and what people do is design experiments to generate data that fits with that theory. If they run into data that doesn’t fit into their theory, they just ignore it. But a true scientist will throw out the existing theory if they have a lot of data that cannot be explained. Theories are man-made, and therefore fallible. Data is what’s most important. That’s why we have penicillin. The scientist who grew this bacteria didn’t just throw it out. He looked at it and asked, why aren’t bacteria growing in this plate, and he noticed there was mold in it. If he had thrown out that plate, we wouldn’t have penicillin.
You write that it’s likely everybody possesses psychic abilities, but some people are simply more successful at it? Why is that?
Genetics are likely behind it. One of the things we know is that it runs in families. If you talk to psychics, they’ll tell you there’s a family history of it. Though we haven’t found it, there’s likely a gene for it. There are also cases where people haven’t had any psychic abilities until they’ve suffered head traumas. What’s common is that these people who’ve had this head trauma, the structure and function of their brain has been changed. They’re often not able to function very well in the real world because they don’t know how to use the analytical side of their brain. Similarly, people with synesthesia [a condition in which the senses are connected, i.e. the sound of an orchestra will cause flashes of color or the taste of chicken] have less activity in their cortex. People with autism also have a higher probability of psychic abilities.
How do quantum physics and Albert Einstein’s theories relate to precognition?
If you stop thinking of time the way those in the Newtonian age thought of time as an arrow, and you start thinking of time as the way that Einstein thought of it as a space-time continuum, the future already exists. Just like the entire globe of the earth is all there even though I’m not currently seeing it all here in Southern Oregon. Our brain only allows us to experience time as a series of recurrent moments. What Einstein’s saying is that when we’re talking about time we’re really talking about a psychological construct. Time is like any other dimension in that it isn’t limited. Like space, we have up and down, east and west, they go bidirectionally. Why would time be something different than that? If we didn’t have the constraints of our brain and our psychology that limit our experiences, we would be able to see that.
Just to recap, the small olive press we took our olives to is run by a charity and they had warned us that they would take a week, as much of the process is done by hand. Most olive oil of 500 kgs approx is made within an hour or so when taken to the various local industrial olive mills ..
Well they took a bit longer than a week but the end product is worth it.
Quality is so important… It reminded me of my friend Veron, who said I have so little money but I eat like a queen. During late summer her family help in farms to pick figs, almonds, autumn is spent picking olives etc. They are often “paid” with the produce. So they dry their figs, jar their olives, have their own olive oil all year and in addition to all that they plant fruit and vegetables wherever they stay. I still have a pumpkin they gave me last year! (Its stored in a cool, dark and dry place. )
Back to our olive oil.. When you normally buy olive oil, it is made with “regular” olives not the wild olives. The wild olives are a lot smaller in size so you have to work a lot harder at picking each tiny olive and to many it can feel tedious and time-consuming. However as we wanted thee best and time was not a BIG issue we decided to pick mainly wild olives, as did our neighbours J&R. We put our olives together and shared the olive oil. In terms of taste, the wild olives give the oil a MUCH stronger taste. That would not be to everyone’s liking but I love it. It is an oil more suitable for savoury use. I have also tried using it as a massage oil. It absorbs into the skin really quickly leaving it feeling soft and wonderful. No grease sitting on top of the skin at all. Amazing. 🙂
Due to lack of knowledge we messed up the timing of picking our olives. This year was an experiment to be honest. Next year we will buy our own press and make different types of olive oil picking them and pressing them as the various varieties ripen.
As a last note I would like to suggest… that when you buy some olive oil and consume it.. if you like please pay a thought to the olive tree and the hands that laboured to collect the olives. Olive picking is an EXTREMELY hard underpaid job normally done by those at thee bottom of the social scale. And not everyone has the refreshing attitude my friends V and N have to physical work….. Nor does everyone have their youth and strength…
I do what I do by choice because I want to reconnect with nature.. to feel “whole again”.
I wanted to share the below with you in my blog entry yesterday but I kept it to myself because it goes into a different dimension of life experiences which I have not shared with you guys much on this blog… However I have reached a stage whereby I want to start.. so here goes…
Yesterday as I crossed the “raging river” that NO ONE would dare cross especially with a dodgy leg, on a flyweight aluminium ladder with water crashing around me a few metres below……
I felt completely safe
That feeling was coming from the river…. not from me… it was strongest when I was half way across.
I felt it resonating towards me like you feel warmth from a fire….
It was magical and humbling..
One night about 14 years ago I had a dream that I went to see a higher being/angel…(My friend Raj took me there)
This male higher being was sitting down on the floor in a almost meditative yet aware state, when I entered the room. He slowly and calmly raised his head to look up at me and shot his steady gaze at me capturing my eyes and attention like prey.
My eyes got “lost” in his eye balls which were a mesmerisingly beautiful kaleidoscopic mixture of teardrop shaped red and green and the love that I felt emanating from them in and around me at that point was so deep so immense that it seemed a million times stronger than any love I had ever felt on Earth before.
Even my love for my parents, husband, children seemed to be insignificant compared to this.
When the dream ended I felt I was living a lie. I felt immense sadness yet joy at what I had experienced.
I tried to hang on to the memory of that feeling but I could not. This brought me melancholy for months despite a “knowing” that that feeling was real and I would experience it at some future either in this life or beyond this human life.
This experience strengthened me at a deep level and I became more “patient” with life. I was not so stuck in the drama of life, no matter what my circumstances. Infact I started to view me (as the soul/ real me) and Jatinder (as the physical “garment”/ not so important) As the years have gone by my understanding appears to have improved in this matter. I am much calmer and at peace with me and Jatinder. I understand a number of core matters that niggled me before.. e.g’s
Pain will eventually go
Excessive superficial fun will eventually go
Youth will go and that is fine
Life will leave Jatinder one day. (I have been told the time and date in a lucid dream early in the morning/ amrit velay.)
But even the weaker version of love experienced by me will always be there….only to grow and get stronger as I grow spiritually and more.
It was as if I had been shown a higher love that is hidden, missing, forgotten misplaced from me and most humanity of today. Maybe there are a few who do experience this higher love?
Also it made me think, do we all experience love at different “unique depths” depending on our spiritual awareness or something else..?
I tried to understand how come I had this dream… I was not on any drugs (legal or illegal…) The only explanation for this profound dream was my state of spirit.
I was going inwards immensely to come to terms with living with the disability and pain of rheumatoid arthritis and all the symptoms that had no labels, like cancer etc yet. And watching my daughter in a tortured state daily, looking like an open wound most of the time.
She had the most chronic eczema I had ever seen.
Most days after crying and scratching on and off all night she would wake up eat and start crying again. I would sit with her in my arms for hours trying to distract her with videos, toys, stories that I made up of the top of my head… stories she came to like very much…
Thankfully there was ALWAYS an abundance of love for her and I always sensed that abundance around me too..
Infact in another dream I saw an endless supply of love, gushing out of my chest at tremendous force almost like a torrent of water coming out at high pressure…? That love eventually pulled us through along with some great knowledge.
I sometimes wonder:
What is it and where does it come from and why…
Do we all experience it exactly the same?
Do we all feel it the same….
Why is it that some of us just give, give, give love and others show the lack of it as if it has gone out of fashion and yet others who are happy to recieve, recieve and recieve, yet are very tight when handing it out…..
Are there different levels of love deppending on anyones unique state of civillization/spirit/conscience….
For me love is a feeling but it is not a sense like hot and cold…these are physical feelings. So love is a non physical feeling/sense.
For me love is a special energy which humanity has not yet learnt to measure as it can electrical energy for example..but understanding its importance is crucial for humanity to move forward at all levels.
For me pure love energy has an intellect.. a will….a positivity about it. For example when I am mad with my kids my mouth is yelling rage my eyes are spitting fire at them yet above all that is a very calm tranquil feeling emanating towards them and it is beyond the physical, emotional, mental. Some would say spiritual.
Could it be that every being is at a unique place spiritually so the love they project will be a reflection of that state. That love is the best they have to offer at that stage of their spiritual development…?
So what is beyond spirit? I don’t want to use the G word because I don’t feel comfortable with the way this energy has been labelled by most faiths ..
Male, White Beard, Angry, To be feared, White Skinned , Judgemental … NO these are human traits borne from the lower physical, emotional and mental bodies…
I believe beyond these bodies there is this huge intelligent energy. Positive beyond words… And it is Pure LOVE and it is connected to everything.. It is resonace, it is vibe of everything. Every atom is simply a resonance….. When any noise is said calmly e.g the vowels as a Mantra you can feel the resonance entering you…it leaves you feeling at peace… what is that …..?
If I go back to my dream could it be that the profound love that I felt in that dream was not the regular weak version emanating from my spirit but from somewhere beyond my normal spiritual state…. Could that describe why some beings such as Buddha could turn his back to his loved ones and go in search for that higher love because he had had a taste of it under the Bodh Tree…