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Paranormal experiences series: You are an Avatar or is World of Warcraft a model for time-lines?

World of Warcraft

Most people nowadays have heard of World of Warcraft or (WoW), the massive multi player online role playing game (MMORPG).

The concept of time lines, dying and returning is a hard one to fathom. Word of Warcraft can help to illustrate some of the basic points.

To explain, for the uninitiated, it’s a role playing game where you choose your side, your character and then level it so you can enjoy many aspects of the content available.

WoW it set up so that the game is run on individual servers. There are 100s of identical copies of the gaming world (and each one has their own individual name. )

wow realm

I play on the alliance side on a server called Khaz’goroth, for instance

Now, in game, each server is exactly the same to play on, but each version of the server has its own set of people, interactions and even rules. Some are for role playing. Some are for player v player and some are for player v environment.

Regardless of what you choose, the same in game events happen. You can choose to indulge yourself in any of the many activities available, from pet battles to raiding.

And each time you try something, it might in a different way, especially when you’re trying to work out how to defeat an objective.

You could liken this to the time-lines I’ve been talking about. Each version is identical, but each time, events play out different (even if it’s just slightly), depending on what you choose to do, who you decide to do it with, and so on.

You can also decide you’re not happy on the server you are on, and decide to transfer. Everything will seem the same, but it won’t be. There will be subtle differences, including the feel and atmosphere of that server.

This is akin to shirting to another time-line, where the current only no longer suits your purpose.

Also, death has no real consequence. Worst is that it will cost you some gold for repairs, and delay you for a few minutes.

Should your character die, you just come back, over and over again, until you work out a way to win or avoid death.

wow dead

Though I’m using Word of Warcraft as an analogy here, it’s not a perfect one, but it helps to paint the picture.

In real life, you come back time and time again, trying different ways, making different decisions, and trying to work out how to experience or achieve the goals you have set for yourself.

But you may not be aware that this is happening. Or if you are, you will more than likely put it down to a faulty memory due to the fact that it doesn’t make any logical sense.

In World of Warcraft, you are fully aware of what needs to be done, and how to do it. (Or if you are not, you will work it out soon enough.)

You could liken that to what you refer to as your higher self being aware of what you need to do in order to achieve the goals you have chosen in this life. You may not be aware of it, but your greater self knows everything it needs to know in order to do the things you desire.

You are its Avatar.

Your higher self might even have more than one Avatar at the same time, which is also something you can do in World of Warcraft. (You can have up to 50 characters per account.)wow tital

But let’s not get too complicated here. Let’s look at how you are an Avatar, and how it all works.

Next: How you are an Avatar. 

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Paranormal experiences series: Losing our possessions or now where did I put that thing again?

In the last entry, I spoke about attunement and how every action defines the reality you end up in.

Now, you may argue that if this is so, then how come life sucks so much? How come, if I’ve chosen such a good life, all I get is bad things happening?

Here’s the thing. If you keep on choosing the same thing over and over again, and try to live your life in a way that is according to who you are, then eventually things will begin to shift.

But there are a few things, in my observation, that you might want to be aware of, even if you are not aware of them when they happen.

We have discussed how we can die, and come back to a slightly different reality. There are a few things about this that should be clarified.

In order to shift, and make the shift not so blatant, events may happen in your current reality that prepares you for your next one.

For instance, before my ‘death’ back in 2000, I lost a lot of childhood memorabilia that was important to me. It was put into a garbage bag during renovations by my then partner and I never saw them again. I suspected it was thrown out by accident.

I suspect that when you lose possessions, it may be due to us being made ready to move to another time line. If the objects are no longer are around, you won’t miss them when you shift. This is important if they don’t exist in that particular timeline.

I’m sure you’ve heard stories, or experienced things that you knew you had, but have vanished without any explanation or a trace. What if the person in question shifted, and those possessions were never obtained in that particular reality?

You could extend that theory further, such as objects being lost to theft, fire or any number of the ways that might happen.

Now, I realize just how that might come across to those who have experienced such things. It’s not pleasant to have experienced that, to put it mildly. But what if the tragedy was so you could move on with your own evolution and life?

Possessions do weigh you down. I can feel that myself. When I have too many it’s like the energies get heavier and more cumbersome.

When I moved house a couple of years ago, I made a decision to throw away entire collections. Not because I didn’t want to keep them, but it felt like it was the right thing to do. I still feel that way.

And this is where it starts to get a little more complex.

When move to another time line, it may well appear to others, that  we have actually died. However, to the person who supposedly died, but continued on elsewhere, nothing will  have appeared  to have changed. Maybe it might even appear that others have departed instead.

Major disasters, where entire groups die may well be people who have shifted, as a collective, to another reality.  Do they continue on in another timeline?

One thing I am very sure of is that we don’t die until we’re ready to.

Next: The World of Warcraft analogy on parallel worlds. 

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Paranormal experiences series: Defining who we are or I look after my own interests… so what?

From left to right: Snidely Whiplash, Dudley D...

So, we have discussed death, alternative memories, coming back, and parallel worlds.

I also mentioned that this kind of thing happens to us a lot, but we don’t normally remember it, or we don’t twig to what is really going on.

Clearly, this raises a lot of questions, some I will attempt to answer and some I am trying to still work out myself.

Let’s start off with one of the overused sayings in spiritual circles. Time is an illusion.

It’s also a very good and complete one.

However, all things are happening now, and everything that ever was, is, and will be is all occurring right at this very moment.

It’s only the illusion of time that allows us to experience it as a separate stream of time.

So, if everything that ever existed is happening now, and there is no time, then we, as spirit, can choose to enter into any timeline we choose, at any particular moment in history. The only limits are what we are attuned to within our own soul aspect (which is what we call our soul).

By this I mean that if you have raised your personal vibrational levels enough, you can shift to a higher version of the world you just left, and if your level is lower than before, then you might find yourself in a lower or darker version.

Now, I’m not trying to use anything like Heaven or Hell, or trying to scare or convert people, so please hear me out.

What level you are attuned to depends entirely on you. There is no being sitting in judgement deciding if you are worthy or not. There is no judgement: Only experience and attunement.

Every action you took, every thought you had, every intention you have all add up to who you are right now.

Whether you come from a place of love, or a place of fear, it all has an effect on you.

Every decision you make is an opportunity to redefine yourself. None of the things that happen to us are random. They are all opportunities.

To use a simple example, let’s say you buy your lunch, and you notice the sandwich hand gives you back too much change. Do you keep it and say nothing or do you let them know? In the scheme of things, it won’t change the world if you decide to keep the change, but this isn’t about what’s right and what’s wrong. It’s about an opportunity to define yourself and declare “this is who I really am.”

Do you give the money back? Do you keep it? Would you say something if you were short changed and you noticed? Does your moral code work both ways?

And so forth.

And these opportunities come up all the time. Some are small, some are large, and many just happen as a matter of life happening to us. And every single one of them counts.

Even the smallest decision can change the course of your entire life. You just won’t know it at the time. At least, not till you look back and see it.

Now, this is not an attempt to convince people to be a goody two shoes, or be holier than thou, it’s simply stating that in every moment you are making a choice about what you will experience, and the type of world you may end up living in.

Also remember, belief creates reality, and reality creates belief. If you are not happy with your current reality, change your belief system.  (I will discuss this subject in a future blog.)

Just remember that we are choosing our reality all the time.

Next: If we choose our lives, why do they suck so much?

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Paranormal experiences series: Shifting timelines or I don’t think I’m in Kansas anymore.

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Now, you might be wondering where is this self-indulgent story going? Bear with me because there is a point to it all, and I’m getting there soon.

I think it was July 20th, 2000. That was the day I died. That moment remained in my mind’s eye and memory for years, even though it didn’t happen. But according to my guides, it did.

What I was told was this was a memory of a stroke I had on the day I was meant to die. I was with the family at JB Hi Fi, and due to major stresses of that day (which would have occurred if I had followed through on my original plans. The actual plans are not relevant for this tale, but suffice to say that they put me in an unwinnable situation, that had been engineered by my ex.)

The stress of events of that day would have caused the stroke, and I would have died there and then, or to be convoluted, I did.

The fact that it was a memory meant that it actually did happen. However, it happened in another timeline, which was similar to the one I was in, but not exactly the same.

Apparently I had chosen to come back, and continue on, but in order to do that, I had to avoid the circumstances which lead to the stroke, which I did by staying home, and my plans for that day never happened, as I decided they were much too dangerous for me. (As it turned out, I was right.)

Apparently, such things happen to us all the time, we just don’t remember it happening.

Put into the entire scheme of things, the point of that death corresponds with irregularities in my memories, such as the Spice Girl’s music video I blogged about before. That happened before this death.

I remember waking up one morning a few months before all this happened and I heard my guides asking me if I still wanted to die? They reminded me that I had a death wish, and I did not wish to be here.

I thought about it, and realized that yes, they were right. The past few years had taken such a toll on my endurance that I no longer wished to be here.

But things had changed, and the situation was now different, so I said, yes, I do wish to stay, and that, apparently was the reason I shifted.

According to my guides, I have died a number of times, and have always chosen to come back. The first time was when I got hit by a car while crossing the road back in 1977. That also fits in with the Wuthering Heights song that never existed, as it was before Kate Bush, but after I heard the original version.

So, every so often, a nexus point (a point where choices are made) would arise where I would die, and then decide to return because I had other things I could do here.

The road changing incident at Hanging Rock was apparently not a death, but a place where realities are blurred, and if you are attuned, you can slip between them to a similar but to a slightly different one.

I do remember thinking on more than one occasion, upon returning from that area, that something felt different or new.

For this reason, I do not fear death. In fact, I have never feared it, but once I started to understand that I could return to any point I wished, and in better health than when I left, I know that I will be here until such times as I’m satisfied that my work is done here.

There is a lot more to say on this subject, and so I will do so in the following blogs.

Next: The attunement to different realities. 

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Paranormal experiences series: I regret I’ve only one life to give… or do I.

JB Hi-Fi

There’s this incident that happened back in the year 2000 that left a profound mark on me.

I died.

It was from a stroke, and I did not survive it.

You’re probably thinking, man, if you’re dead, you’re certainly pretty active.

But obviously, I am not dead. I am very much still alive.

Now, before you hit delete, let me explain how it happened.

The first half of the year 2000 was a traumatic and stressful time. Events were happenings, and I wasn’t handling them too well. Great stresses were on me in my personal and work life, and I had just completed one of the major goals that I had come here to do, which had taken its toll on me, too.

Omens of death were everywhere for me. It was on my mind all the time, I sensed things were nearing their end, and my then wife kept on getting signs of husbands dying, which she remarked on.

Then one week, around July, she fell into a deep depression and entered a state of grieving which I found both disturbing and confusing.

I wondered if I had done something wrong, and my step daughter sometimes acted as though I wasn’t there any more.

After a week or so of this, my wife sat me down and said that she had worked out what was going on. Her reactions were as though I had already died and she was going through the stages of loss and grieving.

She said that whatever was going to happen, it was going to happen the next day, and we could ignore it, or we could sit down and work out what we could do about it.

So we sat down, tapped into what was going on, and it appeared that saw me dying the next day.  As this wasn’t the weirdest thing that ever happened to me, I took the warning seriously, and instead of going out as I had planned that day, I cancelled my plans and stayed home.

I wasn’t sure what difference that would make, but I clearly did not die. The evening was weird, though. My then wife was in a very strange frame of mind, and kept on muttering on how she had put so much effort into this marriage, and now it was all for nothing. The mood passed the next day, and she later claimed that she did not recall having said anything like that.

As it was, things changed after that. I went into a state of shock and depression that took me two years to come out of, and my marriage started to fall apart as our connection seemed to fade till eventually we decided it was best to separate. Timing wise, it was the right choice.

However, for many years after, an image of a music store I used to frequent (called JB Hi Fi in Camberwell, Victoria) would come to my mind. I had no clue why, though. I had been there hundreds of times over the years, but now, this one moment in time was sticking in my mind, and I wasn’t even sure if that moment even happened.

Eventually, after around 11 years, I reached a point where I started to take notice of this vision and searched for insight on what it was all about. (Yes, it can take me years before I start to take notice of things!)

It was then, soon after , my guide gave me an  insight into what that was all about and it felt right.

Next: The explanation

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Paranormal experiences series: Changing conversations or I said what now?

John Rambo in Rambo.

I have a bad memory, it would seem. I remember things that didn’t happen. I read things I can’t find later. I own things that vanish. I hear music that no one has ever heard of. I have conversations that never happened… well you get the idea.

It’s an interesting phenomenon, having memories for things that didn’t exist. I’ve written about three main ones, but that’s certainly not all of it.

I’ve had a lot of conversations with friends over the years where, should I have the same conversation again at a later date, the response is not only completely different, but they deny ever having said the original statements at all.

For instance, back in 83, me and one of my friends, Glenn, went to see the movie First Blood.

At the time, I enjoyed it, being young and all, and Glenn remarked as we discussed it afterwards that if the book was as good as the movie, then he was certainly going to enjoy it.

At this point, I should mention that for many, many years, I kept a diary. It was meticulous, and for whatever reason, I would often write down my friend’s comments, or conversations, verbatim. I was pretty good at remembering the details back then. So, if I needed to remember something, I would just go back and look it up.

This was one of those comments, but oddly enough, a couple of years later, he said he had read the book before seeing the movie, and explained how he had enjoyed the book and had been looking forward to movie.

I’ve had quite a few similar conversations with Glenn over the years, making me scratch my head as to why he would take opposing viewpoints, especially when he just wasn’t that type of personality.  In fact, Glenn is pretty meticulous with his facts and has an excellent memory and I’ve never seen him joke or try to screw around with someone’s head.

The same thing happened with my friend Paul. (who I was with during that incident at Hanging Rock).  Not only would he have a completely different memory of events, but when he told a story, there would be variances in them. Even one story, which he told several times, changed from one version to another, and then back again.

In fact, we had so many arguments about what happened that I was convinced that he had the worst memory of anyone I knew. Yes, he was more than adamant that he was right.

But it didn’t stop there. Often, people would attribute things to me that I had never said or done. For instance, my ex-wife and her daughter swore black and blue that I hated seeing movie previews.

Odd thing was, not only did I enjoy them, but I don’t recall ever even suggesting I hated them. Yet, both shouted me down, saying that I had said so.

Then there were events in history that seemed to change. Things which I was taught were real become just stories, and stories were actual events.

An example of his was in regards to Hanging Rock. One night, a group of us climbed up it and Paul and me discussed that he had thought the story based on Picnic at Hanging Rock was real, but he now understood that it was just fiction.

I had recently heard the same thing, and had also believed it had happened, especially as Glenn had once mentioned that his grandmother actually remembered the incident, and the local view was that the girls had just gone off with some boys.

It would seem that my entire life is peppered with such inconsistencies.

As I said, it could be a bad memory, but there was one incident that really left its mark on me and helped to unravel what might be going on.

Next: The unexpected death.

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