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Miracles
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Posted By:
reg hartt
Sep 09, 2004
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Miracles.
In the winter of 1968 I found myself living with my uncle, Douglas Hartt, in Ottawa. He was Director General of Public Works Canada in the government of Pierre Trudeau. He had a cop sharing his space. The police had busted some poor dude who had a library of 8mm porno films. The cop brought one home. They decided to give the idiot nephew an education.
I had, by that time, seen my share of porn films. A young man on screen was masturbating while watching an older couple do the deed. He was, of course, watching them through a keyhole. The film was silent. I turned the radio on to get some music. At that moment the kid on screen orgasmed while a voice boomed out of the radio, "JESUS CHRIST IS COMING!"
"Turn that thing off," they roared at me. I laughed as I did. Wow. Talk about synchronicity.
In Toronto that same year, by pure chance, I had discovered the Wilhelm/Baynes edition of an ancient Chinese oracle called THE I CHING. As I read it I realized what it teaches is true. One of the things it teaches is that life exists without a conscious purpose and wherever a conscious purpose is found, it is contrary to life...a cancer. I began to live my life, as I still do, without a conscious purpose. That does not mean I live a purposeless life. We have unconscious purposes. These, however, take care of themself.
One day, in Ottawa, I found an interesting book on the occult in an Anglican Church bookstore. I decided to buy it. "If you are interested in that there is a group meeting tonight called the Bartonian Metaphysical Society ( http://www.reach.net/~star1/) (http://www.end-time-bible-prophecy.ws/BMS/home.htm). You should check them out," said the girl on the cash.
That night I arrived at my first meeting of the Bartonian Metaphysical Society. I took a chair at the back of the room which would allow me to see everything everywhere.
Prior to this, in Toronto, I had already discovered the writings of Tuesday Lobsang Rampa (http://mypage.uniserve.ca/~dharris/Rampa/rampa.htm, http://hoaxes.org/thirdeye.html, http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Ithaca/4886/lobsangrampa.htm) In one of his books, YOU FOREVER, he had detailed simple exercises for out of body travel. I tried them. They worked.
A short, stocky woman took the stage, introduced herself as Dr. Winifred Barton and spoke. While she did I looked about the room which was full. There were about fifty or sixty people. A fellow on my right, by the exit door, when he caught my eyes on him, did a STAR TREK and faded from view. That was really interesting. I kept my attention on that spot but not fixedly so. From Rampa's writings I had already learned how to take notice of all the action in a place without picking out a specific detail. Rampa may well have been a fraud as a reincarnated Tibetan lama but he knew his stuff. I saw the man three more times.
At intermission I introduced myself to Dr. Barton. "Wait here," she said after I told her what I had seen. She left the room to return with a photograph. "Is this the man?" she asked. It was. "That is the caretaker," she said adding, "He died yesterday. Where you saw him was his favourite place to sit during our meetings. Would you like to speak to the group after the break?"
I then found myself before a room full of people. On the board behind me was a calendar of events. I noticed that in about two months they had someone coming who would talk to them about LSD. "I see you have someone coming who is going to talk to you about LSD. Well, I am on it right now and I will talk to you about it," I said.
When I was done mothers were throwing their daughters at me so that I could father their babies.
I was invited to become a member of the group. They threw aside all of the obstacles one normally had to pass through.
It was a decision they were to regret.
Groups are made up of people without committment and strength. Mistakenly, they believe there is strength in numbers. There is not. There is only weakness and confusion.
It was, however, a great way to spend a short time. I learned even more. I saw my first human aura. I got high. I got laid a lot.
A lot of new people came on board. One day we arrived to discover there was to be an end to smoking pot and doing acid.
"Come with me," I told my friends.
I took them back to my uncle's place and put on an album by Judy Henske (http://www.judyhenske.com/index2.html) with THE SALVATION ARMY SONG. "Listen to this," I said.
Judy, of course, said everything that needed to be said in that song. I am going to leave you curious. Go out and buy the album. You will be glad you did. After that day we never turned back.
--To be continued.
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Comments
drey
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 | 04:13 PM
so glad to hear im not the only one thankfull for the book's lobsang wrote,they were the start for me of a constant conformation throught out my life so far! that oneness,flow's through all things.He has a place in my heart for lighting my interest in buddism he did it for me, energy's there for all to see and feel, then all dought is removed and the path begins. |
daveyboy
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 | 08:35 AM
i have had a first hand experience with the exsistance of the place where she has ran this operation and talked to her neighbor who calaberated 100 percent of everything that i have heard . this whole thing i find so interesting i would love to learn more about winifred barton and her program |
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