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Little Angel

Little Angel

Ghost Hunter

I had a very strange experience today in Tokyo. I went to our local supermarket, bought my shopping and asked the checkout girl how her day was. Creepy! She said. This morning she saw a ghost in her house. Since when do people I don't know start talking to me randomly about ghosts? It happened yesterday too. Do I look like a ghost hunter?

Ghost pushed us, Larnach Castle tourist claims | Otago Daily Times Online News : Otago, South Island, New Zealand & International News

Ghost pushed us, Larnach Castle tourist claims | Otago Daily Times Online News : Otago, South Island, New Zealand & International News

Family

That's me on the far left

Telepathy

Telepathy, auras, communication with animals and healing

From very early childhood experiences, many opportunities described by shamans, mystics and saints opened up to me.

I was able to link telepathically with other human beings. One of my friends and I shared dreams precisely. We could describe in detail the dream the other one had the previous night. We knew what each other was thinking. We could choose cards and know which card the other one was holding. We knew when one of us was about to call. The connection was so close it was almost unnerving.

I was able to see auras. One of my staff at the time had a skiing accident several years ago when she broke her elbow. I could see a green bulb of healing around her right elbow and asked her if she had broken it and whether it still ached. She was amazed I could see that and describe the level of her current pain.

I was walking on the beach with a group of friends. They asked me about my abilities and wanted me to prove I could “summon” UFOs. I asked if a simple proof like communicating with animals would suffice, like dolphins. They agreed. I sat down on the beach and began to meditate. A few moments later I felt the consciousness of the ocean, like the brain of a dolphin, inside my body. Several minutes later, three wild dolphins swam along the beach, then turned and swam into where I was sitting. My friends were amazed. I asked them if they wanted to swim with the dolphins who were communicating in high pitched squeaks to us. I ran into the ocean alone and swam with the dolphins as they ducked and dived and jumped in and around me for five minutes. They spoke to me just like I am speaking with you. I was able to understand them and they me. It was truly joyful.

Whale

Whale of a Tale...my meetings with whales.
One of my favorite moments fishing with my Dad.
We were out in Auckland harbor, past Rangitoto Island, in our boat, fishing in our favorite spot.
Normally there was a regular run of fish.
Suddenly everything went quiet.
The next moment this tail emerged just a matter of meters away from the boat.
What a shock!
It splashed down and showered us with ocean water.
What a blessing!

Boat

My sister just bought herself a boat to sail around New Zealand. Now I can finally go fishing and swimming in the deep blue ocean when I visit her. I fished in Auckland harbor for years with Dad. We nearly caught a shark and were almost hit by a whale tail once. Yachting was always in the family. I love lasers and cats the best.

Cat

I miss my cats!

My favorite one, black as soot, Ziggy, ran away in a storm.

The others, disappeared when it was their time.

Synchronicity

Synchronicity
Queen Elizabeth 1st and me...the day an old woman in the street stopped me and told me all about myself. And I'd never met her before! Read on...

Synchronicity and Queen Elizabeth 1

When my mother was young and single she was working in an orchard picking apples when an old woman approached her and asked to look at her hands. Mum was rather taken aback and too stunned to refuse. The woman took her palms and began to describe her future beginning with her oldest, her first born, a son, whom she said would have a mysterious and unusual life. 

This pattern was mirrored many years later when I was young and single, still at University in Auckland and walking back up towards my lecture from the central Queen Street district after having lunch. An old woman called to me from the other side of the street.

“Do you know you were born on the same day  as Queen Elizabeth the 1st?”

She had me intrigued from the start.

How could someone I had never met, recognize me from the opposite side of the street and identify me by my birthdate?

She hobbled across and stood in front of me, gazing into my eyes.

“You were born on September 7th, were you not?” she said.

Like my mother I was stunned.

I nodded mutely.

She went on to describe various things that would happen in my life, all which have come true, such as the degree I was studying (accounting) would not become my chosen occupation.

Then she thanked me and walked on. I never saw her again.

Light

The Blue Light

Ever since I was a teenager I have been able to see the blue light. It is as bright as the blue light of the stars of the Pleiades, and is a truth indicator. When either myself or someone else speaks a direct truth that is really important to them the blue light flashes in front of my eyes like a bright beacon. 

The blue light has also been the bearer of many paths of synchronicity for me. One day I had a dream of Sai Baba, an Indian guru, who told me to go and visit my friend and tell him he had to go and visit him in India. When I arrived at his place my friend told me he had just been sent a book about Sai Baba in the mail from a relative whom he had no idea had any interest in spiritual matters generally or Sai Baba in particular. He was a bit freaked out and said if he had a third “message” he would definitely head off to India!

That night I was walking along a deserted street late at night in Christchurch, New Zealand. There was only one other person, withdrawing money from a bank machine. As I walked past she turned around and said, out of the blue, “Tell your friend to go and see Sai Baba” and handed me a pamphlet about a meeting that was on that weekend about Sai Baba. She said nothing more, just that one sentence, and the blue light lit up like a flashlight in front of me as she walked off down the street. I was completely blown away and went around the following morning to my friend’s place to tell him. He was too stunned to do anything than gape open mouthed at me. He took the pamphlet and went to the meeting. It was an extraordinary example of synchronically.

Sai Baba played a further part in gifts of an unusual kind when he gave a statue of Kwan Yin to a friend of mine who had just returned from visiting his monks in India. The statue, of Kwan Yin (Guan Yin, the Goddess of Mercy) is the bodhisattva of compassion. From the heart of the statue were growing pearls, every few minutes, which on a thin silken thread came out of the heart and dropped off into the hand of a receiver if they prayed in front of the statue and were meant to have a pearl. I knelt in front of the statue and prayed for a sign.  A beautiful pearl dropped off into my hands. I was amazed by this simple and wondrous miracle and took the pearl to a jeweler who told me it was a rare deep sea pearl,  created naturally by an oyster and therefore expensive and difficult to acquire. It was worth a lot of money and he asked me where I had got it from. When I told him he thought I was joking! It was no wonder. A true gift from the universe.

The blue light played a large part in guiding me on my “Merlin” adventure in Canada. I had been studying Vedic lore, particularly the 27 Vedic constellations or Nakshatras. When I went to a party in Canada I was asked to help a couple who were having relationship problems. I discussed what was happening to them in terms if Vedic lore, a completely different way of looking at life, including Veda, Vedanta, Tantra, Ayurveda and Jyotish, which view all experiences as empowering the spirit, liberating people, communing with the consciousness that creates the universe and dwells within us and embodying this new perception in our own lives. That couple were so liberated by what they heard that they told many others and from then, from eight o’clock in the morning until eight at night, I had a line of people outside my door, waiting to receive guidance and be empowered through their own enlightenment. I did not ask for money, but rather used the Maori concept of koha (or donation). I was given everything conceivable, from silver tea sets to valuable paintings, most of which I could’t keep anyway as I was traveling, so I gave it away. The more intensely I worked, the clearer the blue light indicating truth shone, so that I was able to call people on when they were not speaking their truth or when they were deliberately hiding something. Relationships changed to models of love, businesses switched to success, health issues disappeared. The more people believed the easier it became to turn around their problem or issue for the good. 

One wonderful story was a young man who had worked in a timber mill, had his back crushed in an accident, and wanted to become an actor in Hollywood. He was so low in confidence and self esteem I don’t think he even believed he would walk again. So his mother, a native Canadian Indian, came to see me on his behalf. I told him to ring the first ten studios in Hollywood and tell them his story. That was all he had to do. Then he would find success. He had no acting experience and no contacts in Hollywood. He looked them up in the phone book and followed my instructions. After nine rejections he was ready to give up. On the tenth, he reached a kind secretary, who spoke to him in a very loud voice, carefully taking down what he told her, and repeating as she did. She told him she could’t guarantee him anything but wished him good luck. He put down the phone to call his Mum and tell her he hadn’t been successful. Just then, the phone rang. The voice on the other end said he was a director of a Hollywood production and had overheard the story the secretary had been reciting. He was intrigued and invited the young man down to Hollywood with his family. Upon meeting him, the director gave the man a small paid part in his next production as well as an apartment to live in with his family. So the man got his wish, to be an actor and be part of a Hollywood production. 

Another touching story is a man I met in Ashland, who had been shot in the back in World War Two and never been relieved of his back pain even though he had tried many treatments. I worked on his back for two hours. He fell asleep during the middle of the treatment. In the morning he woke up, stood up without any pain and proclaimed it was the fittest and best he had felt in many many years. He rang up a Californian TV station and put me on a morning show as the singer who heals with heart. I was also playing music up and down the USA and Canada. It was such a moving moment. Both he and I were genuinely touched by the extraordinary healing that had occurred because he had believed in the power of health that already resided within him.

Songlines

Songlines

My ancestors are Maori, Irish, English and French.

Ancient traditions of the Maori allowed me to meet with many indigenous peoples including the Aboriginal. My great grandmother, Irihapeti Taki was a Maori princess and came from the honored Taki lineage, which came on the Takitimu canoe from Maui, Hawaii to New Zealand. They were vegetarians because the chief traveled on that canoe.

I met with one of my people, a Maori shaman, who could tell the weather by looking at a plant’s leaves and tendrils. One cloudless day he told me it was going to rain in ten minutes. He showed me how a particular leaf was bending in, ready to accept the water droplets when they came. Sure enough, ten minutes later, a small cloud passed overhead and it rained.

When I was with an Aboriginal friend of mine in Australia, a didgeridoo prodigy who could make the instrument sound like logging trucks passing through a forest, he told me about the Aboriginal songlines.

The traditional Aborigine in Australia follow “Songlines” wherever they walk: notes and melodies to sing depending on where they’re walking, each place they step having a part of a song that they all know. While their songlines relate to place, you can also explore your songline through the songs important to you at various points in your life.

Maybe you’re driving your car when the song comes on the radio, and you remember being 19 again, driving alone down a blue highway in the middle of the night while belting out “I Can’t Get No Satisfaction” with the radio so many years ago. Or maybe you’re pulling weeds, and you suddenly remember your grandmother singing “You Are My Sunshine.” We all have songs that mark moments throughout our lives, even encapsulating those moments into a wisp of a provocative lyric or long-held note.

Songs are part of so many cultures, marking “signatures” or signposts. Perhaps even the Peruvian Plains in Nazca “sing”. 

In a particular East African Village, when a child is born, parents don’t count the “birth”day as the day the child enters the world – or even on the day the child is conceived; but rather from when that child is first a thought in her mother’s mind …

As soon as a mother realizes that she would like to have a child, she will go out & sit in a field under a tree, and she will listen – until she can hear the song of the child whom wants to be born in her heart … when she hears this song, she sings it to herself …

As she returns back to the village and teaches it to her partner, they conceive a child together – and they sing this song & invite this child to be born.

Later when this woman is pregnant, she sings this song to the child while in the womb; she teaches it to the midwives, so that when the child is born, the first song or sound that she hears is each of her family members & midwives gathered around, singing her own, unique song …

And after that, as the child grows, the people in the village learn the song of this child, so that when she falls and hurts herself, someone picks her up & sings her song to her… in rites of passage or spiritual rituals, the song is sung … at her wedding ceremony, both songs are sung … until finally even at the end of life, the song of this child, now as an elderly person, is sung for the last time as villagers gather around to pay their last respects .

Finding time for stillness, healing and silence in our lives, allows us the ability to hear the song within ourselves, and to be respectful of the song within those around us.

Entering into motherhood in a conscious and peaceful mindset initiates the process of raising conscious and balanced children who grow to learn balanced & effective coping mechanisms.

Ice Skating

My sweetheart's new love

Raindrops on roses
And whiskers on kittens
Ice skates on sweethearts
And warm woolen mittens

Dream

I Dreamed A Dream

When I was only two years old I began to have a recurring dream.

I was a Tibetan monk, dressed in the traditional red and ochre robes, with prayer beads. I walked across a swing bridge which spanned a huge chasm and when I was half way across, the bridge collapsed and I fell into the chasm. As I fell a “God voice” spoke to me, saying one word, “OM”. I was so frightened my mother took me to see psychologists and psychiatrists and I was submitted to many tests as they thought I might be epileptic.

Still the dreams continued over a period of about two years.

Finally a doctor persuaded my mother that I was overheating and asked her to leave the blankets off me at night. The dreams finally ceased.

What gave rise to this recurring dream?

I knew nothing of Tibetan monks or their practices, the colors of their robes or their sacred chants. 

I was brought up a traditional Roman Catholic, did not have television and had never been exposed to any of these traditions at such a young age.

Carl Jung called it the collective unconscious.

I believe it is part of my unique human energy signature, a vibration I was born with, that connects me to the stars and powers of infinite potential, both terrestrial and extra-terrestrial if I have the courage to use them.

Resurrection

Raised from the Dead

Is resurrection possible?

Jesus thought so.

And my ancestor experienced it.

My ancestor was Rowland Hassall (1768-1820), preacher and landholder (born on 31 March 1768 at Coventry, England, the son of James Hassall.) He married Elizabeth Hancox, a silk weaver like himself, and a son Thomas was born in 1794. 

Shortly after, he died of tuberculosis.He was in a coffin in the church and the Rev. George Burder was saying the last rites when the congregation heard a banging from inside the coffin on the coffin lid. They got carpenters who wrenched the lid open only to find Rowland sat straight up, in the coffin, and swore to the congregation that he had seen the light and had been saved by Jesus. It was a miracle.

Both he and his wife were 'called under one sermon' preached by Rev. George Burder, and became members of the West Orchard Congregational Church. Hassall founded a Sunday school and was one of the field preachers for whom Burder wrote his famous 'Village Sermons'. Burder, a director of the (London) Missionary Society, recommended Hassall as an artisan missionary for Tahiti. He described Hassall as 'a stout young man' with a 'rather bold' disposition who could read and write tolerably well but was 'rather illiterate than otherwise'. Hassall was accepted as a carpenter and the family sailed for Tahiti in the Duff in 1796. A second son born before they left England was named Samuel Otoo in honour of the Tahitian king.

The Hassalls then fled to Sydney in 1798, not liking the nudity and practices of the Tahitian natives where they started the first Sydney church in Parramatta in 1808.

Cat

Still my fave cat pic.
When I need to clear my head coz I've been in the city too much I look at this pic.
My friend.
The meditating Tibetan Cat.

Mystic - iTunes

https://itunes.apple.com/jp/album/mystic/id591281286?i=591281287&l=en

My single Mystic just released on iTunes.
Influenced by David Guetta and Daft Punk.
Enjoy!

Ghost

Have you ever seen I ghost? A real one? I have, once, in Dunedin in 1986

I was living in Dunedin, New Zealand at Royal Terrace when I was a student. One day I came home and my flatmate, who was cooking, told me I had a guest waiting outside my room (which was locked). I looked down the corridor from the kitchen and saw a tall dark man in a military uniform with a black hat and cloak. I called out to him “Wait!” but instead he turned and walked straight into my room. I didn’t know how that was possible with the door locked and so I raced in after him calling to my flatmate for help. When I got in to my room there was no one there, the window was locked and it was a two floor drop to the concrete below. My suspicions were aroused so I called the landlord. He told me I was the third person in one hundred years to report an identical incident involving the same person, the ghost of Royal Terrace. The student quarters I was living in, he told me, used to be a hospital, and the room I occupied, an operating theatre. The man in question, the ghost, had died on the operating table over one hundred years ago, and perfectly fit my description. 

Healing Hands

Healing Hands - can aromatic oil really pour out of your hands?
It happened to me...San Francisco 1995.

A mystic I met in San Francisco in 1995, Geoff Boltwood, touched my hands. He said that we come from the stars so vibrate with the essence of the stars, and can manifest whatever we want if we know how. So I was able to manifest a unique aromatic oil out of my own palms. The oil began to pump out of the palms of my hands in such volume that I had to bind my hands with towels in order to drive home. When I reached my friends place, the towels were soaked and they were able to collect the oil in bottles. The oil didn’t stop dripping for 8 hours.

Stars

Stars In Your Eyes

Stars have harmonics and vibration like music. 

The music of the spheres or Musica Universalis, was a theory proposed by Pythagoras, that stars and planets emit their own unique hum or vibration.

According to recent research by astrophysicists from the University of Birmingham, stars vibrate as a result of earthquake-like seismic activity that reverberates in flickers of light across the galaxies. Scientists compared the light flickers/vibrations coming from a star named KIC 11026764 to those coming from a musical instrument, and they reconstructed the "sounds" by using a technique called astroseismology.

A mystic I met, Geoff Boltwood, has proven that the earth, like the stars, emits a specific vibration by manifesting sounds from a stone at Avebury in front of a group of witnesses. 

When I met him he touched my hands. He said that I came from the star system Pleiades and as such vibrated with that essence, so I was able to manifest a unique aromatic oil. The oil began to pump out of the palms of my hands in such volume that I had to bind my hands with towels in order to drive home. When I reached my friends place, the towels were soaked and they were able to collect the oil in bottles. The oil didn’t stop dripping for 8 hours.

Some years before and after I was able to experience the message of the stars vibration with other people. With one friend I could see an actual star in her eyes and when I looked into her eyes I literally disappeared into the star and lost consciousness. I don’t know what happened in those few seconds of “disappearing” but I was gone somewhere else, not on this earthly plane, and was visibly different when I returned.

With my wife, we were able to experience the Golden Gate, a form of oceanic inter dimensional consciousness where she and I were standing at a gate about to enter a path onto a deserted beach in the South Island of New Zealand. This beach was known for its seals and dolphins. Suddenly both of us were aware of a golden ocean, in and around us, forming a 'stargate' that allowed us to pass briefly into another realm. Literally golden, flowing in our hearts and minds and veins, it transported us both to another dimension, beyond this earth. I asked her afterwards if she felt it, and she described the exact experience I have tried to describe to you. It was an extraordinary miracle, indescribable in words. What I have told you is limited at best. We were, for a short time, transported to another time and place, not on this planet. It was visibly and palpably different. Like coming home.

Mystic - You Tube

Angel

My true story of an angel.
The only time I've met one.
San Francisco 1995

Miracles and Signs

Past lives, seeing the future, dolphins and aliens were signs that I was getting closer to my angel.

Each one of us on this planet is a being of light, a multidimensional soul that has an energy signature, a vibration particular just to us, that has the consciousness of an angel dwelling within us, capable of miracles and signs bringing us closer to God. A vibration capable of attracting an angel.

My first experience with a real angel was outside a supermarket in San Francisco. This may seem an unremarkable place to meet an angel but it was anything but unremarkable in its unveiling.

It was unexpected and miraculous.

When I was living in San Francisco, USA, I was shopping at an organics supermarket when I noticed a person huddled up in the gutter.

After shopping, I went over and approached the person.

It turned out to be a young girl, maybe 14 to 16 years old, crying. Her hair was disheveled, her clothes torn and she was dirty from head to foot.

I asked her what was wrong and she told me she had no home to go to and had been living on the streets.

I gave her some of the food I had bought that she would be able to eat immediately.

Then I reached down and gave her a big hug.

At that very moment I felt a warm glow all over my body.

She looked up, stopped crying and with a pale shocked look on her face pointed over my left shoulder at something behind me.

"Oh!" she gasped. "It's an angel!"

As I turned, I saw, just over my shoulder, a golden presence standing there shining at us both.

To this very day it still brings tears to my eyes when I remember it, both the vision and the feeling.

Then the angel vanished and I thanked the girl for being able to share such a special moment with her.

As I returned to my car I remember her face vividly, as if her whole life and future changed in that moment.

I never found out what happened to her. I can only trust that angel is still looking after her.

UFO

My true UFO story
It happened in 1991
The starship looked exactly like this, also seen in Belgium....read on

In 1991 I was privy to a most extraordinary event, recorded on both national television and newspapers in New Zealand. 

I was out walking on the beach with a Ufologist, Steve Audain, who had been giving lectures in New Zealand. He asked me if I would like to see a real UFO.

He claimed to have been visited by aliens, who came down to his beach house in Bethells Beach and cast a blue light over the dwelling for three days forcing his brain to accept vast quantities of alien information. This led to many UFO sightings, such as the one in 1991, many of them documented.

The aliens told Steve that the human being was wired as a transmitter and receiver for universal information and that given the right knowledge, could actually connect and communicate with alien craft and creatures. This was through two crystals in the brain (Located in the third eye area) and a powerful energy generator at the base of the spine and in the spine, which directed with care, would send out the appropriate signals using the planets Venus and Jupiter as transmitting stations.

If you are still reading, then I admire your bravery and resilience as to most ordinary folk the above paragraph may read like nonsense if you haven’t experienced it. But on this one particular night, a Saturday in November, 1991, on Sumner Beach in Christchurch, New Zealand, experience it, we did.

We practiced the energy exercises together for about 5 minutes. Then above our heads appeared a satellite, heading from south to north across the sky. At least it looked like a satellite. Then, when it reached a point exactly above our heads it stopped.

Yes, it stopped.

Satellites do not stop midway through their trajectory.

Then it began its descent towards us.

We could see it clearly.

It was transparent, about twice the size of a jumbo jet, with a massive engine at the rear, a pilot at the front, and three flashing lights at the nose and wing tips. It lowered right down over my house (which was on the beachfront)

It was very similar but not identical to, the Belgian Black Triangle, seen by citizens of Brussels in 1990.

I was stunned.

Not just because I saw it but also because I was very aware we had “called” it.

The craft flashed at us three times.

It then sped off at enormous speed to the north, disappearing over the hills to Lyttleton.

The incident was reported by some people walking on the same beach who saw it, as well as people fishing and a group of four boys, sleeping on the roof of their house, who appeared on national television, all who described the same craft (including a ‘whooshing’ noise it made when it took off) with almost identical accuracy. The newspaper reports are still available today.

The following week, on Wednesday, the US Air Force flew in two jets and a group of scientists. Notices went up all over Sumner town, $500 for information leading to identification of the craft. I never submitted any such information until now.

Star Child

Star Tribes

Ever since I have been a child I have been fascinated by the stars. 

When I was 5 years old I wrote to NASA and told them I wanted to be the first astronaut on a one way trip out of the solar system. I was exhilarated and inspired by the sense of adventure, of going where no man had gone before, the trails that Captain Kirk of Star Trek and Luke Skywalker of Star Wars blazed. They wrote back to me, sincerely, and said I could join up when I was 18.

I studied astronomy, astrophysics, mathematics and astrology. Like Johannes Kepler I saw no conflict as the science of one supplemented the myths of another. Each yielded its own interpretation of sources of light and vibration far beyond our planet Earth.

In 1991 I was privy to a most extraordinary event, recorded on both national television and newspapers in New Zealand. 

I was out walking on the beach with a Ufologist, Steve Audain, who had been giving lectures in New Zealand. He asked me if I would like to see a real UFO.

He claimed to have been visited by aliens, who came down to his beach house in Bethells Beach and cast a blue light over the dwelling for three days forcing his brain to accept vast quantities of alien information. This led to many UFO sightings, such as the one in 1991, many of them documented.

The aliens told Steve that the human being was wired as a transmitter and receiver for universal information and that given the right knowledge, could actually connect and communicate with alien craft and creatures. This was through two crystals in the brain (Located in the third eye area) and a powerful energy generator at the base of the spine and in the spine, which directed with care, would send out the appropriate signals using the planets Venus and Jupiter as transmitting stations.

If you are still reading, then I admire your bravery and resilience as to most ordinary folk the above paragraph may read like nonsense if you haven’t experienced it. But on this one particular night, a Saturday in November, 1991, on Sumner Beach in Christchurch, New Zealand, experience it, we did.

We practiced the energy exercises together for about 5 minutes. Then above our heads appeared a satellite, heading from south to north across the sky. At least it looked like a satellite. Then, when it reached a point exactly above our heads it stopped.

Yes, it stopped.

Satellites do not stop midway through their trajectory.

Then it began its descent towards us.

We could see it clearly.

It was transparent, about twice the size of a jumbo jet, with a massive engine at the rear, a pilot at the front, and three flashing lights at the nose and wing tips. It lowered right down over my house (which was on the beachfront)

It was very similar but not identical to, the Belgian Black Triangle, seen by citizens of Brussels in 1990.

I was stunned.

Not just because I saw it but also because I was very aware we had “called” it.

The craft flashed at us three times.

It then sped off at enormous speed to the north, disappearing over the hills to Lyttleton.

The incident was reported by some people walking on the same beach who saw it, as well as people fishing and a group of four boys, sleeping on the roof of their house, who appeared on national television, all who described the same craft (including a ‘whooshing’ noise it made when it took off) with almost identical accuracy. The newspaper reports are still available today.

The following week, on Wednesday, the US Air Force flew in two jets and a group of scientists. Notices went up all over Sumner town, $500 for information leading to identification of the craft. I never submitted any such information until now.