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I went on a journey for three and half years through
the Morph* to a far away land, beyond the human shadow to a Mirror
World and dimensions beyond. At times, I lay on a bed in trance twenty
hours a day. A quirky thing happens while you watch those worlds,
you find yourself watching on the one hand and you are in them at
the same time. If you are watching something beautiful, it feels like
bliss here in 3-D, if you are viewing some terrible ghoul world, it
feels like hell here.
The other strange thing we discovered was that you can watch
those worlds with your eyes open or shut. Humans have two sets of
eyes. There is a set of morphic eyes that hover in front of your eyelids
when your eyes are shut. In a darken room you can see those extra
morph eyes overlaid over a person’s real eyes real well, once you
know what to look for. The presence of that extra set of eyes is terribly
mysterious; it invokes awe. You realize there are at least two of
you, one physical human and one morphic, etheric human. The morphic
eyes are how we came to explain that we could see with our eyes shut.
For now we can’t see real well with the morph eyes, for example I
can’t read a paper with them, but you can see your hand moving in
front of your face and you can count how may fingers you have up,
say. Being able to see with your regular eyes shut was an extraordinary
discovery for me.
Sometimes when I am in trance on a bed say, a morph doorway appears
just hovering in the room, nearby. If you ever see that, know that
you move through it using your feelings to propel you along. If you
try to get up and actually walk through the door physically, it retreats
from you and melts back into another dimension through the wall. But
using your feelings you can travel through the doorway without leaving
the bed.
Some of those inner worlds cannot be described in words. They are
a far away land beyond anywhere that has been documented or described.
They consist of surreal planes of existence; bizarre worlds of unusual
angles and directions in hyperspace that don’t follow our up-down,
left-right, way of thinking. Then there are beautiful, fractal, digital
worlds, like complicated geometric paintings that move very fast.
Then parts of the Mirror World are dark and foreboding. They are a
reflection of the deepest recesses of the mind of man, the beauty
and the ugliness. It is all an enormous mystery yet to be unraveled,
one that will eventually explain the nature of this circuitous human
journey. Who are we? And why do we find ourselves spinning in the
cold emptiness of the vastness of space, as we do?
There’s a lot of evil in this world and what we saw was that it is
empowered and sustained from deep within the shadow part of the Mirror
Worlds. The controllers of this planet have other transdimensional
controllers deep within that control and manipulate them without their
realizing it. It’s bloody weird and utterly spooky—puppets on a string.
Mister Nice Guy on the telly explaining the new regulations has in
fact been abducted from within without ever knowing it. He thinks
his thoughts are his own—silly. He lost his soul in the dead of night
without realizing it. His destiny now is to belong as a slave to a
dark power in the Second World. When he dies they will take him as
theirs. There are endless levels of evil in the Mirror World, stacked
like layers of a sponge cake.
Understanding this, we came to see the psychopaths and warmongers
that run that world are to be considered normal, one expects them,
but what isn’t so obvious is the silent pain of humanity. I always
feel so terribly sorry for people’s pain. I know it’s their karmic
lesson but one still hopes and prays they will be released of it.
You can see it easily in the Mirror World. There is a ring of energy,
a field that is very close to us that you have to traverse within
minutes of first going into a Morph trance. It’s a band of discarnate
entities that whiz past you as you cross their domain; we call them
“flashy faces”. They look angry and disturbed. Their pain is etched
on their souls with an intensity that seems excruciating.
It is all very disconcerting; going past them feels heavy like wading
through a muddy bog. Luckily it only takes about a minute or two to
get through. This area of earthbound spirits where the flashy faces
are, greatly influence the show down here. They have enormous power
to infect the human mind. Being in pain themselves they push the psychological
triggers that cause pain in others. They are an infection of evil;
they like it that way.
But there are lots of beautiful people here on earth pushing in the
opposite direction so that’s a saving grace, but it is always a tussle.
That is why our human moods shift up and down so quickly, often without
reason. You must never be hard on yourself; we are not on a level
playing field, there are forces stacked against us. That is our karma
for now.
But if we want to fix the world we will have to heal its pain. That
is easier said than done. People can’t easily escape their pain because
they can’t remember who they are and where they are from. All recall
of the celestial has fallen from them, like a precious jewel that
slipped from their pocket to sink into a swamp.
Because they can’t remember, they deteriorate to become as zombies,
performing the same acts day-by-day, over and over, saying the same
things, platitudes, clichés, believing the same stuff. Repetition
is a mouse wheel for you to trot along. It’s how the ghouls begin
to trick you into losing the power of your will to become their prisoner.
The repetitive mind is a programmed one.
In the emptiness of that people wander about aimlessly, hoping for
something. Often they don’t really know what it is that they hope
for. They seek to be risen up. The disappointment of that and their
unresolved pain crackles them in the end. Just as over-head electric
lines crackle and spit as power surges through them. The pain and
the forgetting bends people out of shape psychologically and spiritually.
The problem is there is probably not enough healing energy and love
to redeem them all. Rescuing people seems such a thankless task, there
aren’t many humans or spirits that will take it on, so humanity falls
ever lower and lower. That is why it is very hard to get people out
of their pain, as metaphysically and psychologically they are perpetually
falling away from you down a deep hole. If you go too far after them
you fall yourself.
I’ve hoped to write books and articles to give people a bit of inspiration
but I didn’t really know what to do about the global pain. I always
felt sorry for it. Thinking it could be healed was just the little
boy in me trying to be grand; pretending I might be able to change
things for the better. One can never know if one has made a difference
or not. At best, all we can do is fix it for a few people.
You go into those other worlds as a highly evolved being and you come
out very humble, knowing that you know nothing. But what I do know
is that we are all badgers, black and white. To that end, I came to
see that the final part of our spiritual journey is redemption. To
redeem yourself from your darkness is to leave the collective pain
of humanity and to remember who you are and where you are from.
As humans we come from a glorious place, a pain-free zone of pure
bliss, and we are also connected holographically to memory banks that
stretch sideways beyond this universe into a multidimensional reality
that clicks away from us, each reality seems like a flat sheet, stacked
like pieces of toast in toast rack. How far those realities go I can’t
say. But we belong in there not out here in 3-D.
Once you have done whatever your ego needs to do in this life to keep
itself happy, then you can choose to leave (not by dying) but by walking
away from the pain of men and women into the arms of the celestial.
The more you embrace a celestial reality in your mind the quicker
those sentiments flow into your soul; you begin the long process of
remembering. The journey to a far away land will be your triumph as
a human. It is part of the romance of your evolution, your final destiny—the
gift of the spiritual seeker.
© Stuart Wilde 2005
www.stuartwilde.com
* The Morph is an ambience that descends into a room changing the
atmosphere, it looks like dry, swirling rain and it moves at great
speed. There are vortexes in it that are constantly changing shape,
sparking and flashing as they dart about.
The Morph acts as a lens. Through it, in a trance state, you can
watch a Mirror World that is opposite to us. Strangely, as you are
watching that inner world in your mind’s eye say, part of you is in
there at the same time. We are all transdimensional spiritual beings.
We are here as humans in 3-D but we are in the other worlds in an
etheric form at the same time.
Once people discover that for themselves they will see that they straddle
a vast panorama, like the Colossus of Rhodes.
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