Castles in the Air

On the British satellite Eurobird, one of the channels I get is called "Controversial TV". They show the odd interviews from the Conscious Media Network with various aspiring alternative thinkers. Yesterday they aired one on Gary Schwartz and his extensive research with mediums. I'm inclined to give his observations credence as he does not allow the medium and the subject to interact, let alone see each other.

As he mentioned there are some mediums who cheat by empathically probing the person. There are also various body language gestures one can read of a person on visual contact, and emotional impressions one can pick up through smell (pheromones). Thus I am not so convinced of John Edwards regardless of what credence Schwartz gives him. Such cut and dried sessions as illustrated on "Crossing Over" leave me cold. It's as if to suggest that borderline state is like Grand Central Station with them all trying to make a collect call to the land of the living. I'm sure that without some serious editting, there's no way they could present it as anything acceptable to the audience.

We live in a gravitational node so flooded with energetic noise, perception is one thing, and distinction another. While I can sense out the presence of things otherworldly, whatever lies beyond the humanly present may only come to me in a brief instant upon that portal opening. A great deal of energy seems to issue from it, followed by a sudden dead silence as soon as it closes. I've had some pretty strange experiences with my father's passing, starting with the shadow fylgia that passed through me three days before he died. It was that part of him that died in the first stroke, probing my empathic bond to the rest of himself. I could feel it sucking up those energies, chilling me to the bone. I knew it was time to let go and I detached myself before it could leave me with that raw amputated feeling. When he finally passed there was little more than a sense of elation followed by brief emptiness in that part of what some might call the collective unconscious. A few days later I was at the computer when an odd feeling drew my attention to the hallway, catching a glimpse of a dark fleeting form. It raced from down the hall into my study, leaping into the air with a bound out the balcony door behind me. The ringer on a broken alarm clock went off and the TV switched itself on. I'm not sure what to make of such things, but then his behaviour always inclined to puzzle me at the best of times. Our bond was purely empathic and not so emotional. Just the same, I'm not sure what to make of what these mediums suggest. On a night before my mother had her mini stroke I felt that portal open and something touched me with a compassionate sense of forewarning- a messenger of sorts. This came with a warming radiance like the rays of a spring sun. I'm not sure who it was except to be wary of my mother's condition, though the impression was that the outcome would be positive.

Adepts of the shamanic path say that these things only assume a form familiar to the contactee if it's the only way they can get through to them. I guess that means I simply lack fear and accept things for what they are. Mind you, "Grenzgängers" like Johnston in his house in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia, are ones that have suspended themselves chronokinetically. They have not yet left that boundary state into higher dimensionality. Nonetheless, it should be interesting what Schwartz's experiments have revealed on the subject of mediumship. The term Afterlife, in itself, I find a strange concept. I've never really concerned myself with that particular transition zone from one causality to another, rather the cycles themselves. I've had too many bizarre chronokinetic experiences to want to mess with that one, as there's a time and place for everything. On the other hand, it's not so much death that most seem to fear as much as the meaning of life. I've seen this fear so prevalent in some, it's amazing what lengths they gone to desperately appease it.

I took the liberty of watching a CMN interview with David Icke where he describes the series of mental breakdowns he experienced prior to his alleged revelations. While some may suggest these are schizophrenic delusions, to me they show all the classical symptoms of a narcissistic personality disorder. The withdrawal into innocence, wanton of spiritual guidance by forces beyond his control, conveniently writes off those inner demons as some alien insurgent. Yet as much as he denies his comparison to Jesus as having any relevance, it does carry the obvious undertones of a self-fulfilling persecution complex. I don't doubt the despotic control freakdoms amongst the powers that be, but just where is this new world order? Behind all that starry eyed rhetoric is nothing more than a carbon tax for the lack of Iraqi oil to bail out the banks of a doomed economy. Another come-on to keep those old corporate dinosaurs alive.