The Nature of Faith

Today I have been giving some thought to the concept of ‘Faith’. Now if, like me, you received a religious upbringing, you probably associate the word Faith with churchy things. You were probably introduced to the Apostle’s Creed, which begins with the words ‘Credo in unum Deum.’ Translated into English this means ‘I believe in one God’. That, I expect you were taught, is a declaration of Faith. It marks you out as a Christian. To become a Muslim you must repeat the words, in Arabic, ‘There is no God but Allah and Mohammed is his prophet’. Saying that, and meaning it, would be enough to enrol you into the Muslim Faith and even allow you to join ISIS without having your head chopped off. In fact it is a requirement. However, none of this is really ‘Faith’, at least not in the tems I want to discuss here.

Now here in the West rather fewer people than in the past profess themselves as Christians. Even if they do it is probably with provisos. They likely do not go to church except for special occasions and they may have serious issues with what they are expected to believe, for example that homosexual relationships are inherently sinful or even that sin itself is a concept that needs to be taken seriously. They may also have little faith in their priest or vicar, who maybe drinks too much and they know has been having a long-term affair with a married woman. These are all valid reasons why many people today have turned their backs on the church, preferring instead the certainties of modern science in preference to an archaic system of beliefs that require a child-like naivety comparable to accepting Father Christmas as a reality. Little wonder, then, that especially among the most intelligent there is an attitude towards religion that is at best agnostic (‘I don’t know’) and quite possibly Atheistic, in which case repeating the words ‘Credo in unum Deum‘ is an outright lie.

None of this, however, is what I want to talk about here. I want us to look at ‘Faith’ in a much broader context than the dead words of someone else’s catechism or the conformist mantra that will allow you to join the terrorist group of your choosing. I want to look at what Faith actually is, not what you may think it is.

Now it may surprise you to hear that we all of us do have faith and exercise it all the time. When I agree to an appointment in London on next Tuesday at 2.00 pm I know that this is going to require me to get myself to the station by, say, 12.30 to catch the train at 12.40 pm that will get me to Charing Cross by 1.30 pm, thereby leaving me a margin of half an hour to go on to the location of the appointment by bus or tube. Now this entails many acts of faith. Firstly I am stating a belief that both I and the person I am meeting are going to be alive on the given day. Then I am placing my faith in the transport system: I believe that the trains and buses are going to be running reasonably close to schedule so that I am going to make it, on time, for my appointment. If I didn’t believe this and the appointment was important, I would need to budget in more time. Perhaps I would take a morning train or, if the meeting was really critical, book into a hotel and stay overnight in the vicinity of my destination.

Such little acts of faith characterise our lives day in and day out. We have faith that the car will start in the morning and get us to work. We have faith that the supermarket will be open and have in stock the food we require. We have faith that the pills the doctor prescribes won’t poison us. We have faith that the money in our pockets and bank accounts, be it dollars, pounds or Euros, is not going to suddenly lose its trading value and leave us destitute. We may or may not pay lip service to the Apostle’s Creed but we sure as hell have tons of faith in all manner of other things. However, is this enough? What do we really mean by Faith?

In this context, one of my all time favourite movies is ‘Envy’, starring Jack Black and Ben Stiller. At the start of the movie, the Jack and Ben characters are across-the-road neighbours working for the same company that makes sandpaper. Ben is the slightly more senior of the two, with his own office and reclining chair. Jack is less of a company man, being rated as lacking ‘focus’. He is, however, highly imaginative and constantly thinking up new ideas for money-making schemes. One of these is a product called ‘Vapoorise’, which when sprayed on animal faeces, makes them disappear. He has no actual product, just a name and an idea for one. He invites Ben to invest in this sure-fire idea that he is convinced will make them both millionaires.

Quite naturally, Ben declines to take such a huge risk in a product that doesn’t even exist. However Jack has faith in his potential product and employs an eccentric chemist to develop a chemical solution that can, indeed, make faeces disappear. Of course the chemist is successful and to Ben’s amazement, when sprayed on some dog turds, it makes them vanish. Jack starts his company and pretty soon he is living in a huge mansion.

Of course this being a comedy movie, it all goes wrong but that is not the point I want to focus on here. What made the difference between Jack and Ben was the former’s unquestioning optimism and belief that he was capable of inventing something that would make him a fortune. Ben’s pessimism, coupled with his fear of losing what he already had, condemned him to the slow lane of life. Putting it another way, Jack’s faith created a thought-form that was bound to manifest in good luck. Indeed even after it all goes wrong with Vapoorise (which turns out to be poisonous to animals who eat food contaminated with it) he goes on to invent something else and makes a fresh fortune.

Now you may think that this has nothing much to do with you but it does and here I want to tell you another story. In an earlier piece I talked about the time in late 1973 when I set out to hitch-hike from Los Angeles to New York with just $30 in my pocket. What I didn’t mention was that I used thought-forms to make it happen. I didn’t just stand at the side of the road with my thumb out, I visualised that cars would stop for me and that all would be well. In the event I went from Barstow California to Chicago with just two major lifts with and extra, short one to the outskirts of Denver. Here I was in the the middle of nowhere and had every right to feel desperate. However, I still believed that I would get a lift from there and, because of this and not through luck (whatever that is), my wish was granted. Because my faith was strong, two guys turned off the freeway specifically to check the spot where I was standing just to see if anyone there needed a lift. They found me and took me all the way to Chicago. Although I didn’t use these terms, this was an example of faith in action. My Faith that I would get a lift was so strong that it caused the desired outcome to happen.

This is one example but but I have other evidence of how faith can change things for the better. A few years ago I developed stage 3 heart failure on the New York Classification. Stage 4 would mean I was bed-bound and, assuming I didn’t have a heart transplant, soon to put on a wooden overcoat.  Needless to say, I was in a pretty bad state and could only walk a few yards at a time.Now I didn’t accept that from now on I was going to be an invalid and therefore fought back against this prognosis. I managed to get myself fitted with a very advanced pace-maker and since then have been visualising that my heart is recovering. This, in fact, has happened. For just last week I went to the hospital and was told that my heart is now functioning normally again. It has indeed healed itself and I am gradually rebuilding my fitness so that I can do what I want to do not what a heart with New York Stage 3 failure will let me do.

I am telling you this story not out of any wish to boast but simply to indicate that, if we will only give it a chance, Faith really can move mountains. You do not need to state a belief in God to make this happen. God is not really an old man with a beard who sits on a throne as he enjoys watching people kneeling down in church and telling Him how wonderful h He is. God is an ineffable power. The fact that we don’t understand this power or where it comes from doesn’t really matter.  He/She/It doesn’t care if you have forgotten the words some 4th century Bishop wrote down at the Council of Nicea and stamped with the authority of ‘The Apostles’ Creed’. All God cares about is that you have Faith that you can change things for the better. If we do this in little things then gradually we will develop the Faith necessary to achieve larger goals. One day, like St Peter, we may be able to raise the dead. For now it is enough to know that, if you have faith in yourself, you have the power to change your own life for the better.

So I propose we change our idea of Faith from one of adhering to a dogma to that of having so much conviction about something that we trust it. After all, if I didn’t have faith that the chair I am sitting on will obey the laws of Physics and bear my weight, I would not sit on it. Perhaps one day I will have enough faith to walk through walls. Till then I will just have to use the door.

 

The Truth about Guardian Angels (part 3)

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Now I have told you about my ‘Persian’ guide who appeared to me in Denver and you may be thinking that guardian angels are all exotic beings from former times and ages. Well in my experience nothing could be further from the truth. So here is the story of how I identified a guide who I think has been with me since birth: my own grandfather.

As I have written in an earlier post, I was able to go all the way from Denver to Chicago with just one lift. It was remarkable and even at the time I was aware that my guides had a hand in setting this up. The two young guys who took me there had deliberately turned off the freeway to check if anyone was hitching on the desolate spot where I was standing. They left me in the centre of Chicago. There I tried to get directions to Racine, Wisconsin. It was the evening rush hour and I asked a news vendor the way. Whether he was hard of hearing or it was too noisy, although I repeated my request several times, he simply could not understand what I was saying. I could understand him perfectly but it seems that my English accent, which is not even a regional dialect, had him completely thrown!

Giving up on him, I started walking in a dirction I reckoned to be north till I found a place to put out a thumb. Almost immediately a concerned motorist stopped. “Really, you don’t want to be hitching here”, he said, “you’ll get yourself mugged or worse. Jump in and I’ll take you out to the suburbs where you’ll be a lot safer.” I thanked him and soon found myself somewhere on the northern fringes of the Windy City. He dropped me by a burger bar and it was here that I found a dollar bill at my feet and no one around to claim it. Grateful to the cosmic for sending this gift, I dined hungrily on a burger and chips.

By this time it was getting dark and I needed somewhere to sleep. Nearby was a church and I could hear people singing. I went inside and once the service was over, asked the pastor if he wouldn’t mind me pitching my tent on the small patch of grass in front of the church. He was OK with this and so was I. The next day I hitched a ride to Racine, intending to stay for a few days before heading back down to Chicago and then on to NY.

I stayed a few weeks and then my plans changed radically with the weather. Winter set in abruptly and the temperature plummeted, soon going down to -24ºC. It became a case of hunkering down until the winter turned into summer and the ice melted. Until then, Lake Michigan was frozen as far as the eye could see and any un-gloved hand was instant turned to ice too. There was no Spring worth mentioning, not like we have here in England. Summer came with an abruptness that I found quite startling. In the meantime Racine had an excellent library to study in. I also made many new friends, some of whom I am still in contact with.

It was during this time of short days and frozen cityscapes that my next guide appeared to me in a dream. He, however, was no stranger from another time and world but none other than my father’s father, my grandfather. Now I had never met him in person as he had passed over the year before I was born but I recognised him immediately from a picture we had at home. A smartly dressed city gent, he had been at his prime during the Edwardian era at the beginning of the 20th century. A self-made man who by today’s standards would have been classed as a multi-millionaire, he had made his money as an importer of sugar, copra (dried coconut used for the extraction of cocoanut oil) and, I think, tobacco. His fortune, alas, was lost (like so many others) during the Second World War. It closed off access to his suppliers and all but bankrupted his company. Nevertheless, as a boy living in the 1950s, I saw something of the after-glow of his enterprise: I grew up in a large house, which had been his, in a relatively wealthy London suburb.

In my dream my grandfather was not at all happy with me and most especially with my lack of organisation in my finances. He said he would help me sort this out but that I must start to behave more responsibly and stop drifting. It was time to stop running away from responsibility, he said. I needed to get a grip on my life.

My grandfather’s message was not really news to me. At some deeper level of my being I knew that my time of travels had to come to an end. For though I had toyed with the idea of trying to settle in the US—something which even then was quite hard for a foreigner like myself to do—I knew I needed to go home and sort things out there. What was strange was meeting someone in a dream who previously I had only known from one or two pictures. It was a bit like the movie ‘Night at the Museum’ where the exhibits come to life at night-time. I was talking to a man who looked just like the image in  his picture (above). That he should take an interest in me was not all that surprising for I am, after all, his only grandson and, as I have no sons myself, the last male of his lineage. Nevertheless I believe there is something more to our connection. I believe he has a special relationship with me that was probably agreed between us even before I was born. In this sense he is my human guardian and guide in a way he is not for my sisters.

This special bond between generations is better understood in other cultures than our own, especially among the Chinese. There the veneration of ancestors and the expectation that they can be called upon to help those living is taken for granted. Here, in the West, we have lost this feeling. If we are not outright atheists, we tend to believe that if the souls of the dead exist at all, they are distantly removed from us in a heavenly zone with which we have no connection. I no longer believe this to be the case. Our ancestors, especially those who are not that distantly related in time, take an active interest in our affairs and seek to help us where they can and when permitted. In this they are our primary spirit guides, no so much angels as companions on the way. For them our lives provide an opportunity to progress through service while for us we need all the help we can get. It is a win-win situation that is barely hinted at by the term ‘guardian angel’ but I do believe this is the reality.

So if you want to know who is your guide, look back along your family tree, at those who were dead before you were born, and see if you can recognise someone with whom you have a special affinity. It could just be that this long lost uncle, grandmother or even ancient ancestor is working with you today. They might even be your primary guardian angel.

(In the next article we will discuss networks of guides and how you can make the best use of their help to realise you dreams and destiny).

The truth about guardian angels (part 2)

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If you read part 1, then you will know that I became intensely aware of my guardian angel(s) while ‘on the road’. By today’s standards, when people go back-packing in Borneo or get married in Hawaii, my horizons may seem somewhat limited but this, it must be remembered, was the early ’70s when flights were expensive and there were no discount airlines. To go on holiday outside of Europe was quite rare for an English person while crossing the Atlantic was even more so. At that time of my life, say 21-24, I was going through my Jack Kerouac phase. I had little money but very itchy feet. I loved travelling, first around Western Europe, then on to Israel and finally to the USA. With a rucksack on my back, I would throw myself onto providence, believing that in one way or another, everything would be alright.

My longest journey, which I have written about before, was in the USA. I had flown out to Portland Oregon partly to see a girlfriend but also to meet her father: a man with an extraordinary gift for helping others to access forgotten memories of past lives. I learnt much while with the family and maybe sometime I will write about that too. However after a couple of weeks it was clear that it was time to go on and so I hitch-hiked south, from Eugene in Oregon down to San Francsco and later from I LA to Racine Wisconsin. Again the details of these adventures don’t concern us here, though I may write of them at some other time. What does matter is that during this journey I was brought me face to face with one of my principal guides or ‘guardian angels’.

This happened in Denver, where I was staying overnight with a group of hippies. They had been kind enough to take me with them all the way from Barstow California. Where we were staying was an old, shabby apartment. Again this was reminiscent of Jack Kerouac, at least one of whose books I had read enviously while at boarding school years before. Many of his friends were ‘pot heads’ and some of them had lived in or around Denver, which for those who don’t know it, this is called ‘the Mile High City’. Perched on top of the Rocky Mountains it has for a hundred years or more been the primary gateway to California from the East and the Midwest if travelling in the other direction.

At that time—and we are taling November 1973 here—Denver had a certain old west charm to it. It was possible for me to imagine stage coaches galloping through, taking would-be prospectors to the gold mines of 1850s northern California or later to the Rockies themselves. I could also imagine groups of 1930s farmers coming west to escape the dust-bowl and find a better life picking grapes of sweetness in the Napa Valley. My own experience, though, was more in keeping with the ‘Beat Poets’, of whom Kerouac was one, slumping in Denver while travelling on the road for the sheer joy of it.

As I have said, my new friends were hippies and so it was not long before the air in the apartment was filled with a fug of burning Mary Jane and splifs, joints or whatever is the current term for dubious roll-ups were being passed around like the Holy Sacrament. Now I am a non-smmoker and always have been (ever since 1967 when I smoked my first one, a French cigarette while camping with friends in Spain, and vomited Pernod through my nose). I may, however, for the sake of politeness, have partaken of the Denver sacrament, at least in terms of second-hand smoke. This, as it turned out, would turn out to be a seminal moment in my instruction concerning angels.

As I sat on the floor, staring at a candle, so a face appeared before me. He (it was a he) was bearded and wore a turban. I guessed that he was Persian though, as I was then an ardent practitioner of yoga, he may well have been a Hindu. He told me that he was my guide and admonished me against the taking of all psychedelic drugs. These, he said, while they can have a useful function in jolting those who are so ssteeped in materialism that they cannot see beyond it, must be avoided if one wants to follow the path of light. This is for two reasons. First of all, without protection, they open the mind to not just good influences but negative ones as well. Those who take drugs can easily become prey to vampire-like entities who steal energy and cause psychosis. Secondly they undermine the Will. For while floating in a drug-induced haze of blissful imaginings, most people lose their edge. They do not have the drive or will-power to progress a career or often to even hold down an ordinary job. As a result they remain poor, confused and very frequently will end their lives as tramps. I must not do this as I had important work to do. It was imperative that I clean up my act, get focused and seek my true destiny. After that his face faded away and all I could see was the candle.

Now as you can imagine I was quite shocked by all of this. I was n ot used to seeing turbaned heads appearing, genie-like, out of candles. Nevertheless, something inside me told me that what I had witnessed was the truth. I might not understand how it happens but it was perfectly possible for my guides to appear to me in this way if that was what they chose to do. I accepted it and took his words to heart.

(In the next blog I will take you through the different orders and types of guides that you can expect to meet or at least experience. Some will seem all too familiar while others may surprise you!)

The truth about guardian angels (part 1)

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Now we have all, or at least most of us, grown up with the concept of guardian angels. When I was small my mother taught me to pray to my guardian angel each night for protection., which is how we tend to think of them. It is even in the name ‘guardian angel’: they are there to guard us. This, however, is something of a misnomer, or so I have come to discover. Your guardian angels—and you will likely have more than one of them—are really your companions on the way. They are there not just to protect you from the bogey-man but to give you other aid and assistance. How do I know this? Well to put it simply I have had experience of them.

Of course if you don’t believe in angels and regard belief in them them as nonsensical as the Tooth Fairy or Father Christamas, that is alright by me. I am not out to convert you to anything but simply to share experiences with friends. So sit back, relax, put to one side any angry memories of being bible-bashed at school or church and just enjoy the story I am going to tell you.

I had met an angel before (I will write about this one day but not here as it is not appropriate) but it was in Sweden that I first became truly aware of how they will work with us if only we leave room and let them. It was the summer of 1971 and I had recently left University. So too had my Jewish friend David. He was friends with a budding artist and his Swedish girl-friend. She was very beautiful, in a Scandinavian way and came from a wealthy background. Her home town was Uppsala, a University city that is the Swedish equivalent of Oxford or Cambridge, lying some miles to the north of Stockholm. When she heard that we had never been to Sweden, she suggested that we visit Uppsala, where her friends would make us most welcome. How could we refuse?

I won’t bore you with the details of how we got there or the many adventures we experienced both in Uppsala itself and on route. However we both became aware of an almost god-like ‘presence’ that seemed to be looking after us. When we needed somewhere to live, places to stay turned up. When we needed money, we were given jobs in a women’s boutique. It didn’t matter that neither of us spoke Swedish, had any shop experience or indeed any understanding of ladies’ fashions, we were given the job and somehow made it work. We also made many friends from the University including, it has to be said, girl-friends.

Eventually the time came for us to move on but first we wanted to see the North of Sweden, about which we had heard a lot. We decided to hitch-hike there, a distance of about 725 miles or 1200 kilometers. Again we were aware of divine protection as we travelled almost as fast as if we had been driving our own car. We were literally getting out of one car and into another with very short periods when we had to stop. At one point our next lift was already waiting for us. As we got out of one car, so a guy parked a hundred yards in front beckoned us over. He dropped us north of the Arctic circle, on the road to Kiruna.

This was a little bit scary as there were rumoured to be bears in the vicinity. Of more immediate concern was that it was early September and we had not factored into our calculations that winter comes early in the Arctic. There was frost on the ground, some snow flakes in the air and we were still dressed in the summer clothes we had brought with us from England. It was also dark. Fortunately we did not freeze to death. Although there was almost no traffic on the road, a lorry came along. The driver spoke no English (a rarity in Sweden) but he intimated that if we would get water from a nearby stream with which to top up his radiator, he would give us a lift into Kiruna. We did as bidden and soon found ourselves huddled up in his warm cab.

In all it had taken us less than 24 hours to get there from Uppsala. I am telling you this because both David and I were conscious of the fact that we were being guided and looked after. It was not so much a question of us having to find lifts as them finding us. Of course we had to do the sensible things, like picking good spots, making sure we looked presentable and so on. But this was still very good going for two guys hitching together. We even had lifts from women, which is something you would not normally expect but they too seemed to know intuitively that we were not a threat and indeed agreeable company.

So that was my introduction to the world of guardian angels. It was not to be my last. A couple of years later, I found myself in San Francisco, or Cupertino to be more precise. I had been in Oregon and was not yet ready to go home to England (I have described my journey home from LA in another blog post). In Cupertino I was staying in an apartment, with its own swimming pool, along with a few other guys one of whom was also British. We were ‘house sitting’ for the realtor uncle of two of my American friends, a situation that suited all of us perfectly as we could use the pool while not having to pay any rent.

I loved ‘Frisco and, as you can imagine, had a great time there. Then one Saturday one of the guys suggested we go partying at a club he knew. Someone had bought a bottle of tequila and so, to get us in the mood, we started taking shots. Now I had never drunk tequila before and had no idea how strong it is. Very soon I was floating, not so much drunk as high as a kite. Unfortunately, so too was our driver: one of the brothers who were nephews of the realtor, and to make matters worse, he had borrowed his brother’s car without permission.

The club turned out to be a longish drive down a freeway and then we turned off on a small road, not much more than a dirt track, that went into a wooded area. How we didn’t have an accident on the freeway I don’t know. The driver was well over the limit and the car was wandering all over the road. All the time I was conscious of something or someone watching over us and though drunk myself, I prayed that we would arrive in one piece. Well we bumped along the side-road for about a mile and then for some reason the car skidded and came to a stand-still. One of the tyres had come off its wheel-rim and there was no spare on  board. So there was nothing for it but to try to hitch a ride to the club.

This was not such an easy task as there were at least four if not six of us crammed in that car, a Volkswagen Beatle as I remember. Anyway, somehow we managed to get there and somehow we later managed to get a ride back to Cupertino. Exactly how, I have no recollection. Anyhow, the next day, the Sunday, I had a humdinger of a headache and so too did the previous night’s driver. We had a problem, though, and that was we needed to retrieve his brother’s car pronto as he needed it the next day. We drove out in a van and eventually found the car where it had skidded off the side of the road. What was most scary though, and what I hadn’t noticed the night before, was that barely some fifty years further the side of the road was a steep drop. Had we gone off there instead of where we did, we would all have been killed. It may have been inconvenient our stopping like that but it was fortuitous and I believe this was done by our guardian angels The made sure we went off the road in a safe place. They knew some of us had important work to do in this world that must not be prevented by the folly of youth..

In my next blog-post I will tell you about what I have since discovered about the angelic worlds and who your guardian angels actually are.

Armageddon?

What is happening in the Middle East?

Way back in 1999 I wrote a book called Signs in the Sky. It presented unequivocal evidence, based on the position of the stars and planets as they would look around the 21st June 2000, that we were entering the ‘end times’.

I am not going to rewrite that book here or re-hash its arguments. I have neither the time nor space to do that. However I will briefly summarize some of its findings. Anyone who has ever read their bible (and I admit that is much less likely to be the case today than it was a hundred years ago) can only be struck by the strangeness of some of its content. Sure there are some books, such as King 1 and 2 that are pretty straightforward accounts of historical events. There are also many books (often written by ‘prophets’) which while opaque to exact interpretation, are nevertheless couched in language and imagery that we can all understand. Then there is the Apocalypse or Revelation of St John, which forms a sort of Appendix or Epilogue to the main texts and is the strangest book of all.

The Apocalypse describes a vision or set of visions concerning what is to happen to the world at the end of the age. These visions are experienced by John, an elderly man living on the Greek island of Patmos who may or may not have been the same person as the Apostle John, the author of his eponymous Gospel. This John has what we would today describe as an OOB (‘Out of Body) experience during which the fate of the world is revealed to him in the form of symbolic imagery. The imagery used is very similar to a dream sequence except that for John, in his OOB state, it is more real than that. He feels himself totally immersed in the ‘world’ of the symbols.

During this adventure, which he records in his book, he is guided by an entity he calls ‘The Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last’. This entity is a Christ-like figure of awesome presence. He is described as standing amidst seven candlesticks or lights, which are also stars; he wears a belt and his face shines ‘as the sun in its strength’; he also holds seven stars in his hand, which we are later told are seven angels guiding seven churches in Anatolia or Asia.

Now for reasons I can’t go into here, I believe that the ‘Alpha and Omega’ figure is to be understood microcosmically (in the world of man) as symbolising the Christos and macrocosmically (the world of stars) as the constellation of Orion. The belt is Orion’s belt, the face shining as the ‘sun in its strength’ indicates that we are looking at the period of the Summer solstice. Macrocosmically, the seven lights are the seven planets of the ancients: Sun, Moon, Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn (they didn’t know of Uranus and Neptune, which cannot be seen with the naked eye). Now it just so happens that on 29th June 2000, one week after the solstice, these seven planets were all gathered on either side of Orion. In other words Orion was standing amidst the seven lights.

Furthermore, on the day of the solstice itself, the sun was positioned exactly over the up-stretched hand of Orion. Now symbolically speaking, this is very important. The point where the sun was standing marks the crossing of the ecliptic, the pathway followed by the sun as it makes its annual journey through the twelve signs of the zodiac, with the median plane or equator of our galaxy, the Milky Way. In ancient times this point was known as one of the ‘Gates of Heaven’, the other being in the southern constellation of Sagittarius, just over the sting of Scorpio. Now because of the slow cycle, known as the ‘precession of the equinoxes’, the positions of the stars in the sky change over time. This is also true of Orion, which in the course of roughly 26,000 years, moves from its most southerly position, to its most northerly and back down to its most southerly.

The same is true of the ‘star-gate’ positions. The gateway over the hand of Orion is currently in its most northerly position and it will shortly start moving southwards again so that in roughly 13,000 years time, the sun will be positioned at it on the Winter Solstice. Moving with it is the constellation of Orion which therefore would appear to be a sort of gate-keeper or measurer of time. This, I believe, is why in the Apocalypse the macrosmic version of the figure is called ‘the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last’: it is because it seemingly moves the gate of heaven from its Alpha or start position to its terminal or Omega position.

For all these reasons (an you can read a much fuller explanation in ‘Signs in the Sky’) I believe that the summer solstice period in 2000 marked the end of the ‘Latter Days’ (the roughly 2000 year period of time between the Birth of Jesus Christ under the Fish or Pisces, and our entering into the ‘End of Days’. This is a transitional period when we move from the Age of Pisces (Latter Days) into the Age of Aquarius (the symbolic renewal of the world with the waters of life).

Now the End of Days is the period, I believe, that is described in such graphic detail in the Apocalypse of John, or at least in its earlier chapters. Again I am not going to attempt a full explanation here however it does describe a time of turmoil. To mark the occasion of what I named ‘the opening of the star-gate’, in June 2000 I took a party of people to Egypt and Israel. We watched the sun sit on the top of the central pyramid of Giza as it crossed the east west axis and then went to Jerusalem to observe the rising of Orion, at dawn on 29th June: the day when the seven lights were gathered round it. We watched this—or at least as much as we could before the rising sun blotted out the stars—from a vantage point close to the Golden Gate, which stands on the east side of the Temple Mount and facing the Mount of Olives. At the time we were in Jerusalem everything was peaceful, at least by the standards of that troubled city. A month later we were seeing pictures of gun-fire from the very places where we had been watching the stars heralding the ‘End of Days’. This marked the beginning of the second intifada or insurrection of the Palestinian Arabs against the Israelis.

This event proved to be the spark that has since ignited the entire Middle East into a period of turmoil it has not known since at least the Second World War and probably centuries longer than that. A year after the start of the intifada, the World Trade Centre in New York was destroyed by planes deliberately crashing into it. As a consequence the USA, Britain and other allies invaded first Afghanistan and then Iraq in an effort to root out terrorists. To date these attempts seem to have caused as many problems as they cured while the terrorist threat has escalated from a simple matter of car-bombs and suicide vests to the founding of an extremist, Islamist state straddling Syria and Iraq.

This too I believe was predictable, indeed in 2000 I prophesied that there would soon be formed a grand alliance of Islamic states intent on the final eradication of Israel. This is predicted in several places in the Bible not least in the Book of Revelation. Here a great battle is predicted that will be fought at Armageddon, ie the vicinity of the ancient town of Megiddo. This lies at the junction of the Jezreel Valley, which runs towards Haifa in Northern Israel, and the Jordan Valley that runs south from Galilee to the Dead Sea.

I now see the formation of the ISIS or IS state in eastern Syria and western Iraq as a precursor to this invasion. Far from joining the west in the eradication of ISIS, I believe that a confederation of Muslim states will rally round it and join forces to invade Israel. Immediately prior to this, the final piece of the puzzle will be when Turkey, hitherto a rather secularist, Muslim state, takes up the banner and sword of Mohammed himself, these currently residing in the Topkapi Museum in Istanbul. When this happens we will know that Armageddon is truly at hand.

The Invisible College

What is this Invisible College all about?

First set up in 2008 by Adrian Gilbert (author of many best-selling books in the ancient mysteries genre), the Invisible College was (and still is) a new venture in on-line, participatory self-education. It is not a college in the sense of an academic institution that hands out degrees or diplomas. Rather it is an esoteric school where alternative ideas on science, religion, self-development and ancient mysteries can be discussed with those who share similar interests. As an entirely independent enterprise (and therefore free from the pressure to conform with consensus opinions) it provides a platform for new and often controversial ideas to get an airing. At the same time it encourages scientific standards of thinking and research in areas  which have all too often been bedevilled by woolly thinking.

 

Mission Statement

The Invisible College exists to provide an environment where advanced ideas, relevant to the development of a new  paradigm for our times, can be developed in safety. To bring this about,
there needs to be a synthesis of ancient wisdom with new discoveries. To this end we encourage research aimed at extending our understanding both into areas of ‘lost’ knowledge (e.g. the purpose behind pyramid building) and new discoveries in fields such as plasma cosmology.
Our mission is also to restore hope and confidence in our purpose as spiritual beings living for a while in material bodies. We believe this has been sorely damaged by both the failure of dogmatic religions to accommodate the advances made by modern science, but also by the
failure of contemporary philosophy to appreciate the larger picture of human potential that religion implies.
One way that the college seeks to put right this imbalance is  by adopting and adapting the scientific rationale of ‘hypothesis-leading-to-theory-leading-to-further-hypothesis’ and applying this to matters heretofore regarded as the domain of religion. To this end it encourages people to adopt what might be called ‘flexible’ rather than  ‘fixed’ faith. For just as natural science does not expect a university professor of physics to have the same naive, mental models of the universe as a primary school pupil, so we also need to be flexible when dealing with the larger questions posed by religion. This, we understand, to be one of the greatest challenges of our time: how to transform religious dogmatism (which frequently leads to wars and conflicts) into a system of religious hypotheses/theories that allows for faith to develop like an unfolding
flower. We believe this to be a more appropriate way of transformation and one more attuned to our times.
So that it will have a world-wide reach and therefore be available to anyone in any country with internet access, it is intended that the college should be primarily web-based. However, it is also intended to make more TV programmes and to make these available on disk and download as well as through broadcast TV. It is also intended that in due course conferences will be held in diverse places under the auspices of the college.

Where to now?

I put this WordPress blog together a couple of years ago now. Since then much has happened in my life, most of it to do with health issues. This, however, has certain benefits. As long as we see life stretching out before us as a long, red carpet leading to fame, fortune, family and friends, we have little incentive to get on and realise our potential. After all there is always tomorrow, and then the day after that to start getting busy. There is nothing like a medical crisis in your life to bring you up short.

I am not going to go into the ins and outs of this. Suffice it to say that I am acutely aware that our productive life is all too short even if we live on to a great, old-age. But this brings other realisations too. If life is short, then we have to prioritise. We cannot do everything on our ‘bucket list’ and if we want to leave a useful legacy, then we must get on with it now.

For all these reasons I am gong to revive The Invisible College concept, although I may change the name to something else. Exactly what form all this is going to take I don’t know yet. But please watch this space!

Adrian.

Julian of Norwich

The Visions of Julian of Norwich.

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 Lady Julian of Norwich, born around 1342, was the author of a book which was later given the title ‘Revelations of Divine Love’.  It represents her life’s work and at its heart is a  message given to her  through  a series of visions as she lay (apparently) on her death bed. As it conveys God’s love of humanity and a mysterious insistence that  ’All shall be well’, this message is in essence one of great hope and reassurance,.

Julian’s visions  came to her at the age of thirty and a half in fulfillment of requests  she had made of God when she was much younger.  She had asked if she could experience Christ’s suffering  on the cross as if she were actually present during it; she also wished to experience a grave illness  when she reached thirty: one which would stop short of her actually dying. Although these wishes seem odd  by today’s standards, they need to be put in context: to be seen as the earnest desire of a devout young woman to connect with her religious beliefs on a deeper and more emotional level.

The physical illness  arrived on cue, culminating in Julian’s first vision or ‘showing’ as she called it.  It came as she gazed at a crucifix  held by her parish priest. He had been summoned as those attending her (including her mother) feared that she was on the point of death.   Remembering her primary request, Julian  prayed tht she might feel the intensity of Christ’s passion .  In her words, she wished   “for fellow suffering, such  as it seemed to me a naturally kind soul might feel for our Lord Jesus,  who was willing to become a mortal man for love.”  She would never have presumed to ask for a vision or bodily ‘showing’, but her ardent longing to share in Christ’s  suffering  was answered with an extraordinarily vivid and intimate tableau .  She was shown  (in graphic detail) the horrifying effects of the crucifixion.  She witnessed the profuse loss of blood, the wounds caused by the crown of thorns and the barbaric nails and the way Christ’s body dried out due to loss of body fluids. She also experienced the discomfort caused by a cold wind blowing over his naked body.  In her subsequent book,   Julian is moved to reflect: “I little knew what pain it was I asked for”. As she dwells on these images of suffering an inner voice instructs her: ‘This is the greatest pain: to see your love suffer.’

It should be understood that far from indulging a morbid preoccupation, Julian wished to  take on some of Christ’s agony in the hope of easing it. At the same time she perceived that those closest to him offered up their own heartbreak at the foot of the cross.  She writes: “Here I saw a great union between Christ and us, as I understand it, for when he was in pain, we were in pain. And all creatures who were capable of suffering, suffered with him …At the time of Christ’s dying, the firmament and the earth failed for sorrow, each according to their nature. For it is their natural property to recognize as their God him in whom all their natural power is grounded”.

The  full process of Christ’s torment was played out in front of her, until Julian thought that she must be made to witness his final moments of earthly life. To her astonishment and relief, this did not happen for the  last agonies  were transmuted. His expression became one which made her “as glad and happy as it is possible to be.”    She explains the meaning of this as ‘Our Lord made me think happily, “Where is there now one jot of your pain or your sorrow?” ’.  She understood that whatever  suffering we have to endure in this life, will be transformed into joy in the next and that ‘there will be no time between one moment and the next.’  That Christ  chose  to take on our human form and be one of us and one with us, is ‘the most glorious present that our lord God could make to man’s soul.’  As  she observes, ‘if he said that for love of me he would make new heavens and a new earth, it would be but little in comparison, for he could do this every day if he so wished.’

All who have at one time or another been afraid, in pain, humiliated, felt alone and abandoned can know that Christ has been there before and can lead us safely back again.   The truths that Julian had revealed to her are eternal, in that the human condition changes very little and we are in as much need of God’s love and support now as we were in her day.  If we accept the analogy of mankind as the  ‘children’ of God, then we can appreciate that love and attention are far more crucial to our development than being showered with lots of expensive gifts.

The crucifixion scene led on to a series of other, striking images and concepts: some controversial to the MediaevalChurch and therefore difficult for Julian to grasp.  Though it was obvious to her that  people were often guilty of wrong-doing, she could not find any indication that God loved them any the less for it.  Nor was she shown any representation of hellfire or condemnation to eternal punishment, and this perplexed her greatly.  One point of her faith was that ‘many shall be damned’, and yet God was assuring her that ‘you shall see for yourself’  that ‘all manner of things shall be well’.  Julian thought it impossible that all should be well if so many were to be lost, yet she is answered cryptically with ‘What is impossible to you is not impossible to me.  I shall keep my word in all things and I shall make all things well.’

In her interpretation of her visions, Julian is at pains to point out that wrong-doing is somehow inevitable and understandable in humanity, but that we should strive to recognize and make amends for it  throughout our earthly life.  Remorselessness is the gravest injustice, and one may recognize this in the  unrepentant war criminal, tyrant, or self-justifying  psychopathic serial killer.  God allows Julian to see ‘Man is naturally weak and foolish ..and in this world he suffers storm and sorrow and woe’  and ‘men are changeable in this life and through frailty and accident we fall into sin.’ Yet even the most evil deeds and the fact that people can suffer terrible evils will be transmuted through God’s promise to make all things well.

This promise is held out to Julian with reference to the  fulfilling of scripture, and here can be found the most significant revelation for our current times of  trouble.  It is that God will perform a ‘Great Deed’ on the last day, a deed ordained from the beginning of time ‘treasured up and hidden in his blessed breast’ .  If we can accept this promise, then we should not need to fear unduly the apocalyptic warnings about our near future.  This means also accepting that we are loved completely and fully: a fact  so overwhelming that it is often easier to deny the existence of God than believe we are worthy of such  love.

It took Julian her whole lifetime to disseminate what she understood from her ‘showings’,  and it could be that the spiritual understanding she was given fifteen years after her original showing was intended to  ease her anxiety over this task.  ‘Do you want to know what your Lord meant? Know well that love was what he meant. Who showed you this? Love. What did he show? Love. Why did he show it to you? For love. Hold fast to this and you will know and understand more of the same; but you will never understand  or know from it anything else for all eternity.’

It is not possible to convey in a couple of pages the great depth and richness of Julian’s work, but hopefully its core meaning is apparent as that is more essential now than it ever was.  ‘Revelations of Divine Love’ merits a full reading by anyone who is in need of reassurance, as it reveals that we are part of God and God is part of us.  For this reason, we can face whatever future awaits us, knowing that: ‘He did not say  “You shall not be tormented, you shall not be troubled, you shall not be grieved.” but he said “You shall not be overcome.”

For further reading – the text discussed was ‘Julian of Norwich, Revelations of Divine Love’ translated by Elizabeth Spearing with an introduction and notes by A.C. Spearing.  (Penguin Classics, 1998)

For a contemporary meditation on  the profound effects of his personal  ‘revelation’ , Brian Thorne’s  ‘Behold the Man’  is invaluable. (Darton, Longman and Todd – 1991)