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David Wilcock
has THE best site on ascension on the web-http://www.ascension2000.com/ please go and
visit his site………. This is easily the very best (and most hopeful) article I
have read on the ascension process Personal
Update 12/20/01: Blood,
Fire and Transformation By
David Wilcock Sometimes the
fragile world of the personal collides with the global in very direct ways –
and staying on the “cutting edge” of New Thought can have quite literal
implications. On Dec. 1, 2001 at 4:35 am, after working late, I slipped on
the kitchen floor with an empty water glass in my hand and caught it on the
countertop, causing it to shatter. I suffered two lacerations to the upper
palm of my right hand, both perpendicular to the fingers, one on the thumb
mount and the more significant one under the right pinky at about 6mm depth
and 2.5 cm length. Amazingly there was no tendon damage, no glass fragments
and the cuts were very straight and symmetrical, though I did sever a nerve and
superficial artery to the pinky. I definitely screamed at first, and while
running into my room in a panic, I unintentionally shed blood on my printed
copy of “Convergence III” as well as O. Crane’s “Central Oscillator and the
Space-Time Medium,” but surprisingly not on the carpet next to them. Even in
my agitated state I could see that meaningful messages were being given. As
we left the house with my hand in a pressure wrap, the Buddha quote “We
are what we think. With our thoughts we make the world. Speak or act with a
pure mind, and happiness will follow you as your shadow, unshakable” fell
spontaneously from the refrigerator to the floor, directly facing me amidst
the scattered dark blue glass. Ironically, the clock in the car said “4:44”
as soon as we turned on the ignition to drive to the ER, which had an
immediate calming effect on me. Yup, another planned catalyst of extreme
nature was in the works – and I wondered about what upcoming major world
events this might be related to. By the time I was
there, circa 6 minutes, I was completely back to my normal personality,
telling jokes and even helping wheel the woman ahead of me in for treatment
using my left hand and right elbow. The synchronicity continued as the doctor
told me that it was a Full Moon night and I was the third person to have
almost the exact same accident and hand injury – which they admitted was
“bizarre.” (That would explain why the twentysomethings in the waiting room
were so squeamish about my injury. It was just our three hand parties, the
woman in the chair and an elderly couple. “Yeah, it’s pretty nasty, you gotta
hand it to me for that,” I told them and laughed as they studied my toweled
mass in horror.) Apparently the other two guys had more severe trauma than I,
(one of whom was in the room directly next to me,) so I was the “luckiest” of
the three. Ah, the beautiful science of cycles… “I guess that makes me the
hundredth monkey, doesn’t it? Man, I should stick to just washing rice in my
hand from now on.” It dawned on me that this would be the most expensive
healing session that I would likely ever have, so I wanted to make the most
of it, and the staff was exceptionally responsive to my cavalier comedy. I
was delighted to find that after repeated experience with Dr. Izumoto’ses at-times
shudderingly brutal acupuncture treatments, the wounds and needle sticks that
would supposedly “hurt” did not – so I told the nurses in a thick accent, “Ah,
you should go to Japan. Great needle technique.” After initial
resistance, I ended up accepting two narcotic pills to “calm” me for surgery,
and went into my first drug experience in nine years. “This is what they’d call
a “free ride” in Alcoholics Anonymous,” I quipped, as I wasn’t about to claim
it as a relapse. From there on, everything got very bizarre, my humor more
daring and brash, and I felt the most magnificent inspiration from studying
the fluorescent lights above me. While waiting in this altered state, I
effortlessly slipped into a very deep trance and dictated the following
psychic reading at an extremely slow speed, while someone wrote it down: The one with the
most soul music wins. This music defies consideration; it relieves the pains
of despair. It is you in your true essence. The pursuit is internal, and
related to issues of self-respect. My dad seems to
say you are free of concerns – my heavenly father, to be sure. It is true,
lasting peace that awaits your planet, and the relieving of pain and pressure
is near. Those who transgress these concerns can again renew the joie de
vivre, or the joy of living in the Now. A peaceful place within yourself has
been sought, and you are equipped with the tools necessary to see yourself
through it. The cerebrum’s
last triune is a process of healing; it is the complete overturning of the
shadow self. I stopped
dictating as staff entered to prep me for surgery. Multiple Novocain shots
rendered the rest of the pain nonexistent, and I watched with interest as my
inert flesh was stitched back together, completely losing my distaste for
seeing blood and the innards of the hand. I was out (and sober) by 8:30 and
proceeded to have incredible, grinding nausea and relentless dry heaves from
the narcotics for the entire rest of the day, finally gaining enough control
to eat applesauce by late evening. That was the last pain medication of any
kind that I took. A pressure bandage was applied in the ER that caused an almost
unbearable, constant pain and lack of circulation in my hand and forearm for
all of Saturday and Sunday, which seemed almost eternal. Pushing my three
exposed fingers back a few inches and / or spreading them on the headboard of
the bed seemed to be the finest source of pleasure I had ever known, such was
the stiffness and pain they felt. Then on Monday I went to the nerve surgeon
for intake, and the surgery was scheduled for Wednesday. Thankfully, a far
more merciful bandage was replaced after he inspected the damage, allowing my
drugless recovery process a reprieve. I then had to face
my own symbolic “death” of going unconscious with anaesthesia for the first
time in my life. The night before, I rented “2010” which reminded me of where
the Earth is headed. There was some concern over whether he could just sew
the nerve back together or “borrow” some fiber from my upper arm, which would
have created a new wound three times bigger than the one I already had. I was
able to coordinate rides for each needed trip, and went in unafraid. The IV
went in without any trouble or pain. Then they gave me a drug that would
supposedly make me forget the whole thing, and in a matter of six seconds I
got the classic “swimming-pool vision” effect. Next thing I know, I was in
the same pre-op room, in the same chair, had a giant, heavy white cast on my
right forearm that completely immobilized everything but my thumb, and felt
like I had just awakened from twelve solid hours of deep sleep. Thankfully,
he was able to reattach the severed superficial artery and digital pinky
nerve without borrowing more, which eventually priced out the entire injury
episode at ~4G. I now type with my left fingers in standard position and a
modified toothbrush with duct tape covering for the right half. The cast will
be removed on Dec. 31, and I appear to have had a near-100% recovery of nerve
sensation already. One week prior to
this, for the third time since 1996 I again had a house within 150 feet of me
burn down and we were forced to evacuate for a while due to smoke. (At least
five dreams had foretold of this in advance, and I may prepare a report when
I can write easily again.) Similar to the circumstances surrounding my first
encounter with “Seth Speaks” in Dec. 1996 and my discovery of the Galactic
Constant in Jan 2000, this fire was within less than 48 hours of an immense
burst of inspiration – in this case a new vision for my book projects having
crystallized with great excitement (see below.) Then, two days before the
glass broke, we had a strange breakage of the spray hose nozzle in the
kitchen sink, which somehow caused the entire arrangement to lose water
pressure. So the metaphor clearly seemed to be, “Too much fire and not enough
water,” and then this accident happened while I was working late on writing. I do claim
responsibility for having created this laceration in a higher sense, through
allowing myself to cut off my time and feelings from close relations in my
continuing self-sacrificing effort to make my scientific publications in
progress as exemplary as possible. Clearly now a greater balance must be
struck between work and family, both local and extended. Ironically, this
came only days after I had crystallized the vision for a final new book in
the form of a complete outline. Convergence III will still be finished, but
it will be immediately followed by an entirely new project that I have termed
“The Divine Cosmos.” Once again, research breakthroughs have been made
(mostly through investigation of Russian physics) that are so significant
that if the previous book were to be rewritten, it would be utterly gutted
and altered to become little of what it once was. The new book will be more
concise, focus less on antigrav / free energy technology and more on
cosmology, and draw more heavily upon references so that each point does not
have to be fully explicated. The higher forces are extremely pleased with the
new vision and feel that it will be far superior to all previous efforts. After the holidays
and concomitant close social activity I am set to go into “isolation mode”
and hopefully get the whole lot of projects finished by the end of January.
Any help as we reach this final stretch will be appreciated, as I have
continued to postpone all client readings for the last 14 months – and thus
have been living at subsistence / poverty level through donations of a small
group of monthly supporters, with almost total focus on research data
gathering and compilation for the scientific books. I haven’t complained
about it, but now I see that my lifestyle has affected others and I need to
put the research / scientific writing phase behind me as soon as I can. If you are
interested in helping this site blossom to unimaginable new life within the
next two months, please send a donation at the following address. Please do
not send advance or partial payments for readings if you are on the waiting
list, and know that these donations will have no effect on anyone’s
wait-listed positions. David Wilcock P.O. Box 1439 Virginia Beach, VA 23451 Thank you for your
continuing support and enthusiasm for this work, as I am doing the very best
I can to release this new material for you and the many others free of
charge, regardless of the blood, sweat, tears or hand – I – capped typing
required to get the job done. I am very excited at the idea of actually
finishing these projects soon, and know you can relate. Peace be with you. |
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