Following on from a theme brought about by two people I am in contact with I have been taken back to 2008 and my early morning walks at the National Trust Ashridge Estate, near Tring. These walks were carried out in the woods shown here usually not long after dawn when there was nobody about. Typically I saw first human, usually plus dog, as I was returning to car.
As an aside I used to go off the beaten path and there I had a number encounters with a magnificient stag. It was this chap who inspired many of my mentions of Hern or Herne in some of my poetry.
I had been doing the Master in the Heart, Arcane School, meditation for a number of months and had constructed a stable Antahkarana.
During the week the wife commuted into town around the M25 so it was her custom to get up very early. I did this too and often after she had left I would head up to the National Trust property near Tring for a contemplative walk. Prior to this I had started noting smells of incence in and around the house. I use incence but this was not my kind of incence.
One morning when I was walking peacfully along the ridge, I noted a prescence at the peripherpy of my conciousness in my “mind” for want of a better word. This prescence told me that He and I had worked togther in my previous life around 200 or so years ago. He said that he had been keeping an eye on me of late and that he was going to introduce me to two of his friends and colleagues. This he did and I now had three of them “in my mind’s eye”. Two were from the second ray ashrams and the other from the seventh ray one.
They told me that this is my very last incarnation here on earth and that I would not be coming back, ever.
Needless to say I have researched this topic with all the thoroughness of a science academic. If this is indeed the case then that makes me a anāgāmin and I am most likely according to Theravada Buddhism heading off for the world of:
“Devas not Falling Away (Aviha deva): The world of the “not falling” devas, perhaps the most common destination for reborn Anāgāmins.”
That is quite a lot to take in and bear in mind I do not behave like a Buddhist monk!! So, should this snippet be true then there is probably a bit more significance to it than a retired university teacher wandering around some woods in the English countryside.
Or I have lost my marbles and I am several cards short of a full deck.
They told me that I was in for a tough time and that whatever it took I should stay alive. They would send protectors. Sure enough, two crows “Russell and Sheryl” nested directly above our back door. The building to the right is the old village school and we were renting the teacher’s cottage. There is a little opening in the wall to the left of the big window.
I went back to my car a little non plussed. It was very real to me.
I had several more encounters of this nature. One in which they told me of my five immediate previous lives which was kind of like putting the last piece in the jigsaw puzzle. They were Zoroastrian, Buddhist, Buddhist, Christian and then Dandy. If four of these lives I was associated with what might be called the priesthood. The seventh ray presence said that I had become way too pious and needed rounding off with a little more riot. They told me that I had been very close to Siddhartha in my first Buddhist life. I later had a dream pointing at a named individual.
Quite a number of strange things happened that year.
What then transpired was that I would read up on some things, say from the blue books and ask questions as I walked through the woods. This changed to me making statements and then getting minor tweaks.
They told me that I had deliberately incarnated blind to all of my knowledge.
The revelations about the previous lives made sense, particularly the Buddhist ones. You try teaching Chemical Kinetics to about 100 people when you are getting flashbacks to a previous life!! It is difficult to maintain control. Imagine getting on the tube and feeling a Sanskrit tattoo on your forearms, feeling the weight of a monk’s robe.
It was there at National Trust Ashridge Estate that these things started to happen to me.
It is snowing on and off here now and unless I am mistaken there is first otter sign. There are pieces of what looks like ripped off toad skin in the pond. I am not 100% certain but the path up from the river is wet and no sign of Coypu poo, so it could be the otter(s)….