Have you ever looked back on your life and seen very distinct periods that seemed unconnected to other parts of your life? Like you have had five or six different lives inside this one life.

I see it. There were lots of distinct seven-year periods in my life that came to an abrupt end. I seemed to have finished all the tasks my Higher Self set for me, and those that my common mind set for me to keep my ego happy. Then I went on a new incarnation, a three and half-year journey through the Morph. I’ve said before, it’s an ambience that descends into a room, it looks like dry rain. We found it acts like a lens through which you can see into another world. The Mirror World I call it. Anyone can do it. It doesn’t take any great adept or spiritual prowess.

The human body is not solid; at a slightly different rotational speed we all dematerialize. Sounds mad? I’ve seen it happen maybe five hundred times or more, I stopped counting. You aren’t really here; you exist in a duality that is pretending to be here. In essence, you are an etheric field of information, one that is spread through many dimensions, like jam though a sponge cake.

The events of your life are like information on a DVD, and while you are in this life, in this body, you come to think you are the DVD, but there is no DVD. If you could skip the DVD of what you imagine your body and your life is all about across a lake to land on the other shore, it lands nowhere. There is no planet for it to land on. The first time you see the floor disappear under you it may confuse you because you won’t understand what is holding you up, but the floor is there and not there at the same time. It’s hovering in a duality, as you are. Only the memory or the information of you is solid and eternal and perpetual, this planet and your body isn’t.

After I saw all that, I gave up my beloved Guinness, and I sat down for a little think. I realized that all that is important is the perpetual memory of you, nothing else. One day I saw the Forces of Light arrive here on earth, and a few days later we had a big tsunami. The Forces of Light incarnated in and two hundred thousand souls incarnated out—rush-hour gridlock.

I came to believe in the Forces of Light from watching them in the Mirror World and sometimes when I was laying on my bed, I’d feel a hand on my back just pressing lightly; I never turned round, it didn’t seem proper. They can walk through a wall. Sometimes you see an image on the surface of the wall that looks like a face cast in plastic wrap, and then it becomes more prominent and gradually a being walks in. It spooked me out a bit the first time—there is no wall, I kept forgetting that.

So have you really incarnated here or are you just pretending to be here? Is the trauma of your life real or are you inventing the major part of it? Maybe incarnation is nothing more than the egocentricity of our souls that insist on becoming something or someone. Maybe once we get over being something or someone, we get to leave. But first we have to clean up the perpetual memory of who we are.

I don’t think you can incarnate out as an unresolved being, with conflicts and turmoil raging within you. The Forces of Light guard their territory with vehemence second-to-none. They won’t stand for any spiritual riff-raff showing up to pollute the joint. Anyway, if they just let humans walk in willy-nilly it would be very dangerous, as it would create a blowback of the ghouls coming from this 3-D world into their celestial world. If the ghouls penetrated the world the Forces of Light the light-beings would have to abandon that dimension and drift back one further dimension away from us.

I get the impression the Forces of Light are in a perpetual state of retreat ready to abandon their citadel at a moment notice, just as they had to abandon the earth to its fate many millions of years ago. The further they retreat the more demonic this world will become. My old teacher said we live through cataclysmic periods of twelve thousand years. Meaning, humanity evolves for twelve years then it gets wiped out and he said forty thousand survive and the planet begins the cycle over again. I don’t know if my ol’ teacher was right but things seem to point in that direction.

I am guessing now, but I reckon that at the end of every twelve thousand year period the Morph descends and that allows people a very fast evolutionary leap forward and it also allow humans to redeem themselves. It is almost as if some are farmed from the total population to become transcendental beings because they have a mind for it and because they had a propensity for it programmed in their soul. While others that are not quite ready to straddle two worlds just die and reincarnate later to fulfill whatever parts of this journey their soul or Higher Self has yet to understand and complete.

It sounds like a fantastic theory, it could be complete rubbish and then again the Morph has the power to momentarily dematerialize people and even animals. Transcendental people that could handle the trauma of a sudden shift in their status would not necessarily have to die in a cataclysm they could just walk out and not be here in the solid world for twenty minutes or so.

Imagine a pole shift to refresh the world of its pollution and all the cities are wiped away in winds of three thousand miles and waves three miles high and all the rivers and the seas are made clean in a cataclysmic upheaval that stretches thousands of miles in land. Then it’s over and a new calm descends while the survivors walk back out of their dematerialized Morph state into the solid earth plane and they continue evolving. Not as before with cars and cities but in a tribal foraging way, until they multiply and grow in numbers and great new civilizations emerge thousands of years later, and the whole shebang of good and evil starts over again.

The ancient mythologies of god-like humans, Zeus and Venus say, who walked the earth in our pre-history maybe nothing more than the recall of the last time the Morph descended. The Morph takes oxygen out of the air* and so it never descends to more than about three or four feet above you. But in the early days of the Morph (May 2001) we saw the Morph one day come down to inches in front of us, and several of us where taken over a period of four hours, close to cardiac arrest. We had all the classic symptoms of pain shooting down our arms and a shortness of breath. Just at the point where we thought we were about to kick the bucket, it pulled back.

It must have shown us its cardiac potential for a reason; nothing is an accident. It could just be that when the Forces of Light see that the planet is becoming too demonic and that the sheer numbers of humans are about to destroy the very fabric of the ecology, they drop the Morph in to save the day.

Surviving a cataclysm would not be my cup of tea. I’m not a “chop wood, carry water” kind of person. It’s not laziness for I have worked hard all my life, it’s just that I live in a quiet, gentle world of ideas and words, visions and dreams; a post-cataclysmic society might be a bit too hard for me, and anyway they would need practical people that know useful things, like how to make a bucket.


© Stuart Wilde 2005
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P.S. Animals would be relatively unaffected by the descent of the Morph and the subsequent lack of oxygen as they can enter a trance-like state called a sull. In those circumstances they would use almost no oxygen and they would have a very low heart rate. It is the same as hibernation. They would know what is about to happen because of the drop in pressure and they would enter caves and safe places and fall asleep for a bit and wake up to a bright new world—their world.