HEY YOU !

A very young start indeed...

      From as early as I can remember, I knew that my parents adopted me and that somehow my life was very different from others.  The first occurrence of paranormal experiences happened when I was six years old. I was looking out the front window of my parent’s house, standing about five feet or so above the front hall entrance on the landing to the stairway.  I was bent over with my elbows on the windowsill waiting for my father to come home. The window looked over our front porch out to the street, which was about 40 or 50 feet away. 

    Suddenly, I heard a thunderous voice say "HEY YOU!"  It sounded as though the voice had immense power and rumbled through my ears with authority and omnipotence.  Knowing that my mother was sitting at the bottom of the stairs, I felt sure she must have heard the voice, too.  I wheeled around and shouted, " Mom! Mom! Did you here that voice? She announced that she did not and that it must have been a "peeping tom".  I realized at that point that the voice actually came from within me, although I did not understand how or why.

    Acknowledging that a communication barrier existed between my parents and myself, I had to find a way of understanding this voice and the feelings that came when I experienced it.  At first, there was an intense rumbling within my chest area every time it happened, most of which was in the evening hours after dusk.  For some reason, I would stand in front of the window in my room, staring out into the darkness.  I'd shout out silently into the night, "Hey you!", and accompanying my thoughts would be a rush of energy from somewhere within me, like something within me was calling out, reaching out for something or someone. The energy would go out into the darkness as though it was being directed to a particular source; I did not understand who or what.  Then, within a few seconds, the energy would return with the same intensity as I sent out, but it came from a different source than myself, it seemed.  In a way it was frightening yet there was a certain inner silent strength that built up over time, like the confidence of overcoming the fears I've experienced as an adult.

    As I reflected on these things as an adult, it became apparent that they held tremendous potential for relating to the connection between inner and outer realities. We often keep these two areas separate in our daily lives. Our intellect, the overactive mental meanderings, becomes our master rather than our servant. The mind is steeped in polarity and those fears of incompletion, being less than, losing our attachments, and risking love are constantly vying for our attention. The essence of this I learned through this early process with the Voice and my own exploration of it. I had to relearn it as an adult, as we all seem to be doing. The important lesson here is the mind is only a tool.

    We THINK and therefore we ARE. The trick is to think pure thoughts, free of manipulation of data, persons or things. Allowing the expression of the Soul through our mental consciousness completes the journey from the head to the heart, which is said to be the longest journey one can make. The Heart Consciousness, the reflection of the Soul, begins to guide the mind through the process of connecting with Natural Order. It is important to note that our word, Satan, comes from the Greek, Thetan, which means 'thinker.' Yes, we are all Thetanic by nature... we think. There is no condemnation there. Our evolutionary process is to learn HOW to THINK in congruence with ORDER.

    Continued...

Back