“I have no clue,” I’d say, knowing deep inside that it was Clyde! His eyes falling out; the thread I wrapped the crystal around his head that covered his eyes... He didn’t like being boiled! Later on I had a psychic reading that tells me that all my karma had been removed as a result of all this.
Just prior to the trip, I begin to get out of the problem and into the solution of treating and healing my eye. A holistic practitioner friend of mine, Rama, suggests eyewash of Triphala powder. I boil the water and let the Triphala powder seep into the solution. I get an eyecup and begin soaking my eye every morning. I also meditate and imagine the tracks in my eye dissolving while chanting “Ohm” for thirty minutes. I do this for two months, every day. I also make positive affirmations, such as “My vision is getting better every day” and do Tibetan eye chart exercises.
“That’s impossible!” Dr. Albert says a few months later. “The tracks are gone.”
There’s just a small semblance of a scar in the center of my macula. The Triphala powder and meditations worked! It’s another entry in the medical books.
A “circle” appears in my front yard. It’s approximately six to eight feet in diameter. I can sense energy coming from it. I take pictures at night and the camera reveals orbs and fluxes of energy emanating from the circle. I can’t see the vortex of energy nor the orbs with my naked eye. The infrared vision of the camera picks up this energy flux and the orbs. The orbs are all different sizes and multicolored.
We go to Montsegur where the Knights Templar make their final “stand” against the marauding Roman Catholic Church “Crusaders.”
The group goes one way and I go another as I want to be alone and meditate on the side of the hill. As I’m walking down to find a place to lay in the grass I find a marker with an “X” on it. This marks the spot where I decide to meditate.
We go to Aswan where the Obelisk were quarried and see the “Unfinished Obelisk” where this civilization quarried a twelve hundred ton piece of granite, found a crack in it and left it in the ground. Mainstream archeologist say they quarried it with a black rock, moved it over hills, loaded it in a boat, then lifted it in place on a base that was perfectly equidistant and level. We don’t have the cranes nor equipment to do that today! You can see where some type of machine came down from the top, scooped the granite out and transported it with rope, that’s funny. There is not enough leverage to beat the granite with rocks. Who would volunteer to hit that last lick?
The Saturday after we arrived, we do a fire ceremony wherein we write a letter to God. We ask for Him to show us a sign that he got our letters. I asked for a rainbow. We place the letters into the fire and send it out into the Universe.