Age of Ages: part 2

Age of Ages: Life’s Secret Menu

Thadd Presley

 

It was the fourth venue on John’s tour. He’d sold more than three hundred books, everyone of them signed, and shook nearly a thousand hands. He was getting into the swing of things, when he was stopped in his tracks by a man in a wheel chair.

The man held his hand up to John and waited for him to shake it, which of course John did. The way the man sat made the twist in his spine obvious and it brought reality rushing in on him.

Why did these things happen? Why are people crippled? Why do I get to think an achy back is any reason to whine and fall into depression?

The man in the wheelchair smiled as he held up John’s book. His thin arms shook with the weight of it. John’s breath shook in his chest and a sob escaped his lips.

Everyone noticed. The man in the wheelchair looked john directly in the eye and exhaled a slow breath, in an effort not to cry himself. John took the book, signed it quickly, and laid it in the man’s lap.

Then, he took a card from his back pocket and help it out to the man. “I’ve got to go on stage now. But, please call me tomorrow at noon. I want to speak with you.”

A woman standing near the man reached for the card. She took it and nodded her head. “He’s looking forward to it.”

“Yes, ma’am So am I.”

On stage John spoke to a crowd of nearly two hundred people, who had come to the Hyatt Regency to hear him talk about what he thought life was and what people are.

“By the time we are teenagers, most of us have been taught to believe in only what we can see. All the wonder, fantasy, miracles, and magick of the world, while encouraged in the early years, is quickly discouraged as we get old enough to act upon them. The moment it seems we might be in a place to make our belief in the invisible world a reality, we are told that it’s childish. If we insist with our interests in the invisible things and things actually begin to happen, we are shunned and told that only demons will give us the things we desire. To get happiness and become fulfilled, we must have sold our soul to the devil.

“The powers that control our culture and society want us to know what is out there. They tell us that we can have all of these amazing things that exist in the universe. But, they warn, it’s wrong to want them. So, we’re not being denied the gift’s of the universe. We’re not having our happiness taken away.

“Oh no.

“Eventually, we’ve become convinced that it’s an evil impulse and a selfish desire to want worldly treasures and beautiful things. We chose to forfeit our rights as the Prince or Princess of the Universe, as a living Child of God, and we’ve forgotten the amazing temple we are: a temple that houses the creator’s spirit and acts as the sanctified connection between us and the infinite treasures of timeless wealth and knowledge.

“But, it’s our creator’s will for us to live fulfilling lives and have abundance overflowing. More times than we realize, we are blind to the real treasures of life. We are on the receiving end of unlimited lifeline of happiness and pleasure, but we disconnect ourselves.

“Life has a secret menu that we are taught to ignore. We close our eyes to the reality of receiving gifts from the universe.

“We believe it’s demons and devils that grant our wishes, but what if the universe is a mechanism built for the sole purpose of fulfilling your desires. This is hard to believe because it seems as if the universe is actually working against our will.

“And perhaps it is. But, it doesn’t have to be that way.”

The audience did not stand when they clapped, but John liked that best because it meant they were thinking.

Automatic Writing, Channeling, or Dowsing Fiction

Dowsing Fiction: Part 1
“Getting in Touch with Yourself”

by thadd presley

 

There are many ways to get into the flow of writing. But, lately the usual hasn’t been working for me. Things like music, background noises, even sounds from the forest right outside my house have been distracting enough to interrupt my train of thought. And if you are a writer or happen to live with a writer, possibly even if you know a writer, you know all there is to know about not breaking their focus. It’s brutal for you and them. Trust me, a writer’s frustration towards anyone who interrupts them is worse than the painters, musicians, and maniacs put together. But, through this dark mass of frustration, I have found a new device I’m willing to try. One which I would like to share with you.

It’s a method called automatic writing, but you must be warned that some believe it to be dangerous. Their fear is somewhat justified by numerous accounts throughout history. The danger, they say, comes from the idea that automatic writing is a form of spirit possession. The same way a medium channels the dead, an automatic writer is allowing someone besides themselves to control their body. By doing so they are opening a doorway, much like an Ouija board, which could create a connection with something other than intended.

My own belief about the dangers of automatic writing is this: Thereis always a chance of being influenced by a spirit, or the entire spirit world, just as we are being influenced by demons or helped by angels every moment of everyday of our life. I believe completely in the invisible world. So, my warning, is to become smarter everyday by researching things before you attempt them.

We know many of many instances, places, things, and even people that open us up to the influences from the spirit world, so it’s nothing we haven’t experienced before. We’ve all been to church, temple, or mosque and felt a higher force guiding us, and we’ve all heard a song and been transported to another time and place by the music, we all been in a group and heard a convincing speaker, or read something that made us emotional, and we’ve all been subjected to ideas and thoughts not our own. Automatic writing is no different. However, a little caution and a little research goes a long way on the first day of any project.

On this first day, anyone wanting to attempt automatic writing should not focus on the writing coming from anywhere but inside of themselves. Trying to understand the story inside of yourself should be the point of this exercise. To divine your own purpose, your own story, and access your higher self, or your subconscious mind as as some might put it, will unlock a treasure of knowledge that has been suppressed throughout your life.

The step by step guide on how to begin automatic writing will be in the next part.  For now, I urge anyone interested in this method to research meditation and choose a style to practice. Also read about an Egyptian named Thoth and allow the knew knowledge to guide you.

 

 

 

Murder To Save A Friend (part1)

Murder to Save A Friend
(part 1)

Everything about this situation looks so plain and simple from my point of view. John needs to see it for himself, not that it matter’s who tells him, only that he finds out before it’s to late. It’s true that I see things from my own perspective which comes with a certain light that most people are blind to, but it is illuminating and many people, including my friend John, would benefit from it’s intensity, but I wouldn’t go as far as saying he has ever listened to me. He rarely takes my advice, in fact, usually going in the direction I least favor, causing hardship on himself and those who love him.

The situation is so clear and easy, as I see it, but I know I can’t  bring the subject up to John directly. I shall have to leave the task, this minor act of discretion, to my butler, a man we both adore, who is cunning and knowing, and will slip my words into John’s ear without even a hint of force or embarrassment. To say Hamish knows people would be an underestimation of his agreeable talents, to say he knows exactly the right words to use in every circumstance would be a direct hit on his powers. He is a worldly, faithful servant, not because he needs to be, because he wants to be, and he has raised me from a colicky babe into the gentleman and friend I have become today.

John loves and respects Hamish as much as I do. As my constant companion through childhood and business partner in adulthood, we have both drank from the same trough of learning, which was constantly replenished from Hamish’s well of knowledge and wisdom. As close as brothers, we’ve been through thick and thin together, and we’ve never had a bad word between us. That is, until recently.

So, it shall be Hamish who sets into motion the only possible solution to John’s miserable existence, which is to murder John’s wife and liberate my dear friend from the hell he has been subject to these last six months. Even though, as easy as it shall be, I know John will suspect me and fight tooth and nail to bring me to justice. So, to remove suspicion from myself I set my plan into motion a fortnight ago by inviting John and his wife to dinner by way of telegram while they were away in Knoxville.

Of course, they received the telegram and accepted the invitation. John replied with happy sentiments, admitting that after a week of being away with his wife he was looking forward to Hamish’s cooking, writing that she destroyed a pot of Premium Oatmeal by arguing with him instead of watching the breakfast. And while John knows that his life with Rosa is not perfect, what he doesn’t realize is that it will only get worse.
So, because of my vision and from an act of love for my best friend, I have arranged an “emergency” to befall us on the road at precisely 4:45, while we are on our way from the offices to my house for dinner. A robbery will take place that will once and for all remove Rosa from John’s life.

The death will look accidental. I am sure no one will be the wiser once the excitement is over and she is found. To further confuse matters, I have elected myself to become wounded in the performance as well. I believe it will lend an air of reality to an otherwise fake event. My wounds will not be life threatening, I hope, but should be enough to remove all possible accusations from myself and place them on the thieves.

I realize that someone might look at my scheme and think I’m only being a jealous friend who has lost his playmate and will do anything to get him back, but it would be wrong to assume that. If only it possible to see what I see, why that person would volunteer for a part in my production, possibly even maneuver themselves into the position to pull the trigger and set John free by their own hand.

It is hard for me to look upon tonight without some feelings of guilt because it would not have come to this if I would have spoke up in the beginning. If only I had John’s ear and knew how to explain myself, I know I could have saved John and Rosa. But, it is too late now and to say that I knew what was awaiting John the moment we met Rosa is only admitting that I did nothing to stop it.