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I live in an apartment complex with a gym. You need an electronic key to get into it – which I don’t currently have in my possession – so I’ve been meaning to get another from the rental office. Today as I was driving past the office my intuition told me to get the key now.

Everything happens for a reason.

The office should have been open for another 20 minutes, but today it was closed. I went around the side door and saw there were still people in there; the office lady was talking to someone and beckoned me to wait a moment, which I did.

When she was finished she let me in. She had been crying. She apologized; her mother had died 2 weeks earlier and she was having a ‘moment’ so closed early today, but was happy to help me with what I needed.

I told her I was sorry about her loss, I had lost my mother some years earlier so understood just how difficult it can be. She asked me how she died (I understand first-hand how talking about such things can be comforting) and so I told her about her sudden death.

She was sorry to hear about how Mum died, and told me that although she ‘kind of’ knew that her own mother had heath issues, she didn’t realize to what extent and therefore her death was still very unexpected. Her mother had gone to the doctor and had various tests, and the doctor essentially told her she had all the makings of a heart condition. He urged her to have a procedure done, but she was a firm believer of natural remedies and believed that she could fix her heath by living a healthy lifestyle and eating right, so declined the procedure. The office lady told me she wished she had realized just how serious her mother’s condition was, but she figured she knew what her mother was doing and knew best. Had she had only known what she knows now, she would have made her mother have that procedure.

I told her she shouldn’t blame herself. I am a firm believer that when it is your time, it is your time. I said that even if she did have that procedure, she may have died on the operating table. It is not her fault for how things turned out; it was just her time and there was nothing she could have done about it.

But I know all too-well that self blame. I spoke of my own mother, and how none of us could have had any possible warning of what was to come, yet still I somehow blamed myself. Over and over I would replay in my mind the endless possibilities of how I could have somehow intervened by doing something differently, and somehow changed destiny.

But after she died, upon reflection there were many things Mum did and said that indicated that somewhere deep down she knew she was going to die. I didn’t realize it before her death, but afterwards I reflected on these strange things she she did and said, and in hindsight it was obvious that some part of her knew what was to come.

The office lady told me that it was strange I even said that, as her own mother has started saying strange things herself. She was living with her the 3 months leading up to her death, and one of the strange things her mother told her about was a dream she had, that she dreamed she was getting married.

I told her that dreaming about getting married can be symbolic of the fact you are going to die, and that was a teaching she received. While death is a terribly sad event for us here who are losing someone we love, for Spiritual Beings death is the start of a new beginning or a new chapter and a celebration, just as marriage is. Thus dreaming of getting married can often be a spiritual teaching that one is going to die.

I told her I have a book that explains some dream symbology, and I asked her to wait a moment while I went upstairs to get it for her. I came back and showed her the “Dream Symbols” chapter:

Marriage:

Physical death – of the person who is dreaming they are getting married, or death of the person in the marriage ceremony they are dreaming about.

She couldn’t believe it. And she couldn’t believe how I randomly turned up at that moment and embarked on this conversation with her, and how she randomly told me about this dream her mother had, like it was meant to happen.

Everything happens for a reason.

I then told her a little about astral travel, and about how some years ofter my mother’s death I found her personality in the astral and had an experience with her (which I wrote about here. I also wrote about how she died here).

I explained that a person’s personality is fully formed at about the age of 7, and it contains everything about that person in this life; all their memories, everything they learned and what we attribute to “them”. When a person dies, their consciousness (that ‘spark’ that is awake) moves on to the next stage in the wheel of life, likely to be reincarnated into another life. But just like the physical body is discarded after death in the physical plane, the personality is also discarded after death in the astral plane. When people see ghosts, they are often seeing the personalities of dead people.

I told her that finding Mum’s personality really helped me a lot in getting over the loss.

She asked me if that was really her though? I told her not ‘really’; her consciousness (the spiritual part) is who she really is, but her personality was everything that I knew her to be in this life – she looked like Mum, she smelled like Mum, she recognized me and I could hold her and hug her and hold her and we talked. Her personality was all the things I missed about her. Her consciousness was gone, and thus it was like she was in a dream. But that experience made me realize that what I was holding onto and missing so much (her personality) was not really her, and I was able to stop missing her so much after that. It gave me an insight to life that I couldn’t possibly convey in words, and it was an incredibly healing experience.

I gave her the book (it was my very last copy) and told her to read it. It talks a little about death, and it gives her real tools to actually find out and ‘know’ about death, and the ability to unlock many answers that she would be lost for right now. It really helped me a lot, and I know it will help her.

Everything happens for a reason.

Today in itself was a teaching. Largely for her, but even more so for me. The Divine is real and we are all being guided by spiritual beings all of the time, whether we recognize it or not. Nothing is chance; everything happens for a reason. What we make of the chances we are given is up to us; but we are given many chances and teachings showing us this all of the time. If you don’t believe me, then you can find this out for yourself.

Upon leaving she exclaimed what if she has a dream that she was getting married? Would this mean she was going to die? I told her no not necessarily; we just had this conversation about it so she may very well have a dream about marriage, just because it is recorded in her subconscious and seemed to be something that concerned her. To know the difference between a subconscious dream and a spiritual teaching she would need to get in touch with her intuition and learn how to ‘feel’ to interpret the real meaning of dreams. A book can only tell you so much, but to really understand them you need to discover how to unlock your intuition for yourself. But the book gives you the tools for how to do so.

(The book I gave her was “A course in Astral Travel and Dreams”, which is no longer in print but is soon to be released as a free e-book. I think you can still pick it up on Amazon though – and if this post struck a chord with you I encourage you to get it. It is an AMAZING discovery! You found my post for a reason, after-all!)

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It is said that you cannot progress spiritually unless you help others to do so, and through helping others you receive help in return. This post is about just that; helping others spiritually.

There was a girl whom I used to manage at my previous job, who I will refer to as ‘M’. She was a lovely girl, a very hard worker and a great employee. One day, M told me she wasn’t feeling well and needed to go lay down in the sick bay.

After a little while I stopped in to check on her. I found her sitting there, crying. So I sat next to her and asked her if she was okay. She wasn’t. She was going through some difficult personal circumstances, and she began to pour her heart out to me about the situation she was in. She was very sad.

This was the beginning of me becoming her confidant.

Over the next few weeks she would confide in me about her situation, and I felt enormous compassion for her. I would listen and try to offer her the best advice that I could; “Sometimes life presents situations that are very painful, but although they are difficult they offer an opportunity to learn. These situations my seem unfair, but if we can see the lessons they present, we can use them to grow and change to become better people”. At first she didn’t understand what I was trying to tell her, but that didn’t matter. I was someone whom she could talk to, and I didn’t judge her. I was just there for her, and it was comforting to her to have someone to talk to.

She felt very isolated from her friends; she said they judged her situation and their harsh comments made her feel even worse. But instead of judging her, I would try to offer techniques on how to deal with the feelings she was experiencing. I taught her about awareness of the present moment, and practices like ‘awareness walks’ which I personally found very helpful.

I shared with her some difficult past experiences that I had endured, and the techniques I used to overcome them. I had learned the techniques at the Gnostic classes I was taking, and encouraged her to come with me. She never came to the classes, but she listened to what I told her.

Eventually I gave her a book, called “The Peace of the Spirit Within’, which explained these techniques in much greater detail. She didn’t read the book at first, but she continued to confide in me, and I continued to tell her about the techniques that had helped me so much in my own life.

Not long after I left that job, and I moved away to America. But M and I remained good friends and kept in contact. She continued to confide in me, and I continued to confide in her.

I shared with her some of the more esoteric experiences I had as a result of the practices I was doing (such as astral travel), and she also read about them on this blog. She became more and more interested as time went on.

One day I sent her another book by the same author called “When I go to Sleep – A Course in Astral Travel & Dreams”, which is essentially a guide to have out-of-body experiences (otherwise referred to as ‘astral travel’).

By this stage she was keenly interested, so she read the book and practiced the techniques with great enthusiasm. Within a couple of weeks she had her own first out-of-body experience! And I was SO happy for her.

She was so excited! After that she began having numerous out-of body experiences. She reminded me of how I was when I first discovered these techniques and began to have my own experiences. And her out-look on life began to dramatically change, just as it had for me!

She began taking the classes I had told her about, and her life took on a new meaning. It was refreshing to have a friend that had experienced some of what I had experienced; you can talk about these concepts with people, but it is not the same as sharing actual experiences with someone. We both understood. And it was profound.

But ironically as her inner work grew in strength, my own had taken a serious decline. I had fallen into entropy, and my inner work had lost its luster. The enthusiasm I once had for the practices seemed so distant to me, and I had become despondent in my spiritual work. I didn’t have the strength to practice, and despite of all the marvelous experiences I had received (many of which are described in this blog), I actually felt like giving up the work; it felt like it was all too hard.

This is how it has been for me until recently in fact.

Not long ago M sent me a message that she saw me in the astral and we flew together. But I couldn’t remember it. In fact I wan’t even remembering most of my dreams at this point, let alone having conscious astral experiences. But she did, and she knew that I was not aware during the experience.

Just at the point that I was about to give up, she became a wind beneath my sails. She made me realize what I was missing, and she became an amazing source of strength and inspiration to me.

We had a phone conversation, following which she sent me this text:

M:Light some incense and do a practice!! Hope it all goes well and am so happy we caught up! Love you! Hope to see you in the astral tonight!”

ME: “It was great catching up with you too! You’ve given me so much inspiration to pick up my game… when you told me you had that astral experience with me flying, it was when I was at my lowest and I was so ‘asleep’. But you telling me about it has given me the strength to wake up. It’s time to wake up now, thank you so much!”

M: No worries!!! That’s an awesome thing eh!!! Yay, so glad to be of help (you’re the one who showed me/introduced me to all this) so it is my pleasure and I hope you start getting experiences again!! And start a dream journal starting tomorrow!!!”

It is said that you cannot progress spiritually unless you help others to do so, and through helping others you receive help in return. Now it’s my turn.

Thank you M. I love you.

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One Sunday morning in 2006, I was sitting in a cafe in Melbourne Australia (my home town) enjoying the company of friends. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a small flyer on the noticeboard, advertising a ‘Free Course in Astral Travel and Dreams.”

It’s amazing that I even saw it… it was quite a distance away in the most obscure spot, hardly noticeable from where I was. But it was as though my gaze was guided there… and I saw it. I was drawn to it. I got up and took a closer look, and with keen interest I wrote down the details. Was it fate? Destiny? Divine help? Perhaps.

So I took the course, and 6 weeks in I had my first out-of-body experience! I went on to take all the courses offered by The Gnostic Movement. And without a doubt, they changed my life.

Attending the Melbourne Gnostic Center was SO rewarding; meeting with a wonderful group of like-minded people, learning about amazing esoteric things that previously I had no idea about, sharing profound spiritual experiences together, and watching each other grow and change as a result. I made many dear friends there, and together we helped each other and generated so much group strength.

But I moved away in June last year to be with my husband in the United States. And it was hard. On my own it was a struggle to remain motivated and focused towards my spiritual practices. I joined the on-line classes which helped, but it just wasn’t the same as meeting in person.

Then life threw us a curve ball. I couldn’t find a job, and my husband lost his. And Arizona is currently not the place to be if you are unemployed, not in our fields anyway. Our lives descended into uncertainty.

We were in a dire situation, but as with all dire situations it opened up a great opportunity. My husband knew how much I missed the Melbourne Center, so we agreed to move to San Fransisco where  the Bay Area Gnostic Center can be found (and better employment prospects!)

They say everything happens for a reason, and I was thrilled! But just when things were looking up…

… out of the blue he was offered a job in San Diego, 8 hours away from the only Gnostic Center on the West coast. With no income and no prospects, we had no choice but to accept. My elation quickly turned to disappointment… ah the ups and downs on the swing of the pendulum of life.

What I was forgetting though, was that everything DOES happen for a reason. Unbeknown to me, a new Gnostic Group was launching in L.A., within 2 hours driving distance of my new home! Was it fate? Destiny? Divine help? Perhaps! (It’s ironic how we protest about the situations in life that we find ourselves in, yet those situations are the very things that we need, on many levels).

So earlier this month I found myself posting up flyers in cafe’s around the L.A. area, advertising the launch of the new courses here. And hopefully others will be drawn to them, just like I was back in 2006. Could all this be part of their fate? Destiny? Divine help? Perhaps!

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This photo is of the lake at the back of our house. Last night I projected there by visualizing it!

There are several different ways of getting into the astral and having a conscious out-of-body experience (if you are not familiar with OBEs or astral travel, read this).

With some techniques, you can project out of your body and directly into the room that you are in. Or you can learn how to wake up in a dream (and I don’t mean to have a lucid dream where you become aware of the fact you are dreaming, but to actually ‘wake up’ from a dream and find yourself consciously in the astral). Another way is to visualize a place, and if you can hold that visualization as you fall to sleep you can project directly to that place.

I rarely have any success with this technique of visualization, but last night I was actually able to visualize the lake at the back of my house and project directly there for the first time!

Earlier in the evening I had gone for an ‘awareness walk’ around the lake. I focused with all my might to be in awareness of the present moment; feeling the cool air on my skin, opening up my hearing to all the sounds of the evening, looking at the beautiful scenery before me, feeling each step and noticing the texture of the ground I was walking on – using all of my 5 senses to anchor myself in the present moment and escape the relentless thinking of the mind. If thoughts came and took me away, I would let them go and focus on the present moment again.

I really made a lot of effort to be conscious and aware, and it obviously paid off! Later that night in bed, after a couple of hours of sleep I woke up and turned over, when I caught myself thinking and the thoughts beginning to appear as dream images in my mind. Because I had been pushing for awareness earlier, my consciousness was active enough for me to gain awareness of the dream images before I had fallen into a full-on dream. So I seized the opportunity and started to purposely visualize my earlier walk around the lake. I tried to incorporate all my senses into my visualization and re-create in my mind the walk in as much vividness as I could, and to really put myself in the scene. Before long, I actually merged into the visualization, and I WAS in the scene – actually walking around the lake at the back of our place!

It was pretty cool. I took a little jump and started floating in the air, then came down and continued walking around the lake. It was just beautiful. I actually had planned to investigate some specific things the next time I got out-of-body, but I was so taken with how lovely it felt to just be in the astral that moment in that beautiful scene, I just walked around and took it all in!

Actually, I think I may go for another awareness walk right now….

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imagesI’ve been checking out a really cool website “Astralweb.com”, which is all about out-of-body experiences and the astral plane. I love reading the personal accounts of people’s experiences, some of them are SO interesting! I’ve even contributed a couple of articles myself recently (however there are much more interesting ones than mine there, LOL)!

There are also videotaped accounts and interviews, and I highly recommend one particularly interesting radio interview done on Triple H Radio in Sydney Australia (the top one): http://www.astralweb.com/audio

Check it out!

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crossreflectionEaster is one of the most significant events in the Christian calendar, and it is a spiritual and reflective time for many people throughout the world.

This rings particularly true for me. Easter is a profoundly significant time both personally and spiritually to me.

My Mother was killed on Easter Saturday, 12 years ago. She just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was visiting a good friend of hers to give easter eggs to her children. This friend had ended a relationship with a man some two weeks prior, and it just happened to be the day that this man turned up at her house with a gun.

My entire world collapsed that day. I will never forget when the police arrived to tell us what had happened to our mother. My brother and I were still teenagers at the time. Words simply cannot describe how horrendously painful that time of our lives was.

One of the saddest times for me was about a week or so after the funeral, when all the flowers died. All week, the house had been filled with the perfume of beautiful bright bouquets and cards of well wishes and it was comforting.

But then all the flowers wilted and died.

And I threw them out, and the house was empty and bare.

And the phone stopped ringing.

And the world moved on.

But my world was left in pieces.

When a significant tragedy occurs in your life, you really stop and question many things. I had always been spiritually inclined, even as a child I would ponder things like why I was here? What was the point of life? What happens when you die? What is beyond this life? But when something like this happens, you ponder these things profoundly.

Why did this happen? Why Mum? Why me? Where did she go? Does she even exist anymore? What’s the point of even living? Do you just die and then it’s all over, that’s it? Why even bother? Why, why, why?

I had no answers to these questions, and in the months (even years) following her death I spiraled into a dark depression. I developed post traumatic stress disorder, and at night I would be gripped with irrational fear that someone was going to come into my bedroom and shoot me. Sometimes this was accompanied by auditory hallucinations of footsteps coming up the hallway, it was terrifying. In the few hours when I would finally fall to sleep, I was plagued with horrific nightmares.

The worst part was waking up in the mornings. When you wake up there is a few seconds of peace as you transition from the dream world to the physical world… but then it hits you – you remember she is dead, and it’s like experiencing the loss all over again, every single time you wake up.

I turned to drugs and alcohol to try to escape the pain and sadness inside me. I didn’t want to live anymore, and wished that I could just go to sleep and never wake up. I thought about suicide a lot, and the only reason I didn’t do it was my belief in reincarnation; I figured I must be here for a reason, and if I was to kill myself before I actualized that reason, then I would be brought back again to re-live these experiences (or their equivalent) until I ‘got it’. Well I couldn’t bare the thought of having to endure this pain from the beginning all over again, so that wasn’t an option for me.

This was the beginning of a turning point in my life. I had became so disillusioned with this physical world that it forced me to take a serious look at what was beyond it – to yearn for understanding, to be able to make sense of this nonsensical existence. It was the beginning of my true spiritual yearning.

They say everything happens for a reason, and I am a firm believer in that. But I don’t just want to believe, I want to, need to, fully understand and comprehend – I need to know the reason. I need to know why.

Things eventually got better, slowly. I got better. I got stronger. I moved on, just like the rest of the world had.

And then some years later, I found Gnosis. This changed everything. Finally, I was given the tools to be able to get the answers I had been yearning for. I learned about astral travel and started to have out-of-body experiences, directly verifying that I am more than just this physical body. It’s one thing to believe something, but it is a whole other thing to experience it and know for certain, it completely changes your perspective.

I started to learn about death, and have directly verified part of what happens when we die by investigating my mother’s death in the astral realm (you can read about that experience here). After that experience I understood the attachment I had to my mother’s personality, which is only a temporary thing, and I was able to let go of that attachment to her completely and truly move on. (Attachment in itself is still something I have yet to conquer, but I gave me an understanding that will help me to get there).

I know the Divine exists – I have had direct experiences with my Divine Parents and have received spiritual teachings in the astral – direct personal spiritual teachings, not something preached to me in a church that I must ‘believe’ in.

I have been given the tools to eliminate negativity within myself – those dark days of depression and sadness that crippled me need never do so again. I am no longer a victim of life’s circumstances; now I now know how to use life’s events to my advantage to change what is within myself. I am a long way from eliminating these aspects of my psyche completely, but now I know how to fight them, and it is SO liberating to not be a helpless victim to them.

I have learned a lot about myself, what is within me, about my psyche; my consciousness and my subconscious. I realize that for most of my waking life I am asleep (psychologically speaking), and I have learned what I need to do to ‘wake up’.

And I know why I am here. I know my purpose. Life is completely transformed when you know the point of it all.

All this, and I have barely begun to scratch the surface. There is SO much more to life than just this physical world which we temporarily find ourselves in. Just think; in 200 years from now, everything you hold close to you will be gone. Every person that is in your life now, your family, your friends, the people you love, your children and grandchildren, even your enemies, will have died. Everything you own and value will be gone, and everything you think is important in your life right now will be irrelevant. This physical world is transient, it doesn’t last. There is much more to life than just this.

So, it is Easter once again. Time keeps moving on, and each year seems to be passing faster. I have a lot to reflect on, both in terms of where I have come from, and where I am going. While I now know my life’s purpose, I have a lot of work to do get there. And time won’t wait for me. I have come a long way, but I still have a long way to go.

This is what I am reflecting on this Easter.

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dreamingI learned how to wake up in dreams using techniques that can be found in the book “A Course in Astral Travel and Dreams

I don’t mean to become lucid in a dream where you become aware that you are dreaming and gain some control over the dream, I mean to take it one step further and actually ‘wake up’, becoming fully conscious so that you are not dreaming at all anymore, and to have a conscious astral travel experience.

The first time I experienced this was about 1 ½ years ago. I was having a dream where I was holding a strange-looking fishing rod, when some kind of giant creature/thing started chasing me. It wasn’t overly frightening like true nightmares can be, but my instincts told me to run and so I did.

It wasn’t long before I thought “hang on, this is a very bizarre situation” and I realized this wasn’t ‘reality’, I must be dreaming! Once I realized this, I knew that whatever was chasing me was just a figment of my imagination, so I stopped running. The creature as well as the scene I was in disappeared, and I found myself standing in my apartment.

Funnily enough I was still holding onto the fishing rod.  Knowing it wasn’t real, I dropped it and it vanished before it hit the ground.

In the course I learned there were things you could do to test whether you were in the physical or the astral, such as pulling your finger – if you are in the astral it will stretch (there are different laws that govern the astral, and as such matter behaves differently over there. For instance the law of gravity doesn’t work the same so you can fly and you can also go though solid objects just as walls). Even though I knew I was in the astral I decided to test anyway. So I pulled my finger and it indeed did stretch like rubber!

I looked around and the thing that struck me the most was how familiar the mystical feeling of being in the astral was, and I thought to myself “wow, I do this all the time, I just don’t remember”.

The next time I woke in a dream happened not long after, when I was overseas. I had gone to the Philippines for work, and it happened the night I arrived. During my travel I was pushing really hard for awareness, and this no doubt helped increase my lucidity that night.

We got to our hotel late at night. I was tired so went strait to bed. Before doing so I closed the curtains in my room, but unfortunately I didn’t do a very good job and left a gap between them. It was just enough for the sun to come streaming through in the early hours of the morning and get me right in the face! Being comfortable and sleepy, I turned over and buried my head under the blankets. But the light was still bothering me, so eventually I got up and went over and shut the curtains.

I turned to go back to bed and noticed that the hotel room was a complete mess! There were things thrown about everywhere, and I was really puzzled… I had only just arrived and gone strait to bed, how on earth did the room get to be in this state? Then I saw on the floor a possession from my childhood, and I was like ‘wait a minute, this can’t be right, maybe this is a dream?’ But it felt SO real that I was totally confused. So I pulled my finger, and it stretched. But I still wasn’t convinced, so I had to pull it another 2 times to satisfy myself that it was in fact the astral and not the physical. And there I was, fully awake in my hotel room, having a conscious OBE. Only this time it didn’t feel mystical at all, it really felt just like the physical.

Then I decided to visit by brother back home in Australia, and attempted to fly out the window. But I couldn’t seem to get though the glass. I sensed this was a psychological barrier, so I turned over and sailed though backwards without a problem.

I flew out over Makati city, and it looked beautiful! I got distracted by this and just flew above the city for a while, taking it in. By the time I decided to visit my brother I had lost some lucidity and began to fall into a dream.

I dreamed that I was with my brother in Australia, and we were on the rooftops of houses and I was telling him how cool it was that we were in the astral! Then he said he had to go now and left. Not long after I woke up – I was back in the hotel bed, with the sun still streaming through the curtains.

I called my brother to tell him about the experience, and amazingly he said “that makes sense now!” At around the same time he had also projected consciously, (unlike me he has a natural ability to do so), when he heard a familiar female voice talking to him. Thinking it was his girlfriend who was in the bed next to him, he purposely went back into his body to see what she wanted. Only when he did so she was fast asleep! He woke her and asked if she said something to him, but she said no. When I told him about my experience he remembered the voice as mine, not his girlfriends!

Unlike most people I know who have taken the Astral Travel and Dreams course, I tend to project more often than wake up in dreams. I imagine this is a direct reflection of how unaware I am during the day, and it indicates that I need to push much harder to wake up my consciousness moment to moment…

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