The Callanish Stones

My Callanish Stones Experience

By Jim Boyle

I have always been drawn to the unknown. Ancient mysteries and rituals, the Paranormal, unseen worlds, and especially UFOs have been my main area of interests since I was a child. As an Art student earning a degree in Fine Arts - Jewelry and Metalsmithing I was focused on the ancient pieces, hand wrought works whose use and importance in their respective cultures cannot really be known or felt - only guessed at.

We leave to Archeologists the task of assigning names and deciphering the utilitarian used of these objects and the places from which they were gently retrieved from earth, grave, and cave. Dates, categorization, and radiocarbon dating, do well to place a piece or ancient site in a historic perspective relative to our own. Think of it as a snapshot. Click, this is what it looked like in Machu Pichu in 1450. But like a photograph of a bird in flight it does nothing to convey in the least what it is like to actually BE that bird soaring over the land. Just as the true meaning of these places and objects is unknown, how it felt in the heart to be at these sites taking part in the rituals and using them to connect with the Divine.

I was fortunate to have felt, if only for a brief time, the power of place and ecstasy of connection to the state of living on Earth that transcends words and rational categorical thought. I am very rational and interested in science and history. Even though I am drawn to the fringe of both science and history it is because I find that is where the truths lie, or more accurately where they live. Modern Quantum Physics point, more and more, to the true picture of the world where matter, distance, and even time itself are mere illusions.

Ancient cultures and religions already knew this. They came to realize it through either Divine awareness or their own ancient sciences we condescendingly refer to as mythology. Most people scoff at their allegorical stories quaint or as trying to describe a world they were afraid of. When the Hindus describe the Veil of Maya they were talking about exactly the same concepts as modern quantum physicists allude to when trying to grasp the true nature of reality. It is just as difficult for the biological brain to comprehend now as it was then, I would think. To know what is behind the Veil one needs to experience it on a level beyond the limited 5 senses, which cannot process the information coming from this realm. An instrument which is made and calibrated to pickup one thing is of no use to detect another. A gauss meter can read the magnetic field and give its strength. Point that same meter at a noisy city street and it can not tell you how many decibels there are. The same is true with our brains. Some energies, waves, information, can only be experienced by humans using other forgotten senses. Intuition, precognition, and what we call gut reactions are just three of these extra-senses. I don’t know how many we have, and to me it is irrelevant. It is with one of these other senses I was able to experience the energies at a 5,000 year old stone circle In the Outer Hebrides on the Isle of Lewis, Scotland.

My first activity I planned was to take The Jacobite Steam train trip From Fort William to Mallaig, as the service was ending till the following Spring. It was voted the most scenic train ride in the world. It was beautiful and awe inspiring in spite of the typical Scottish Fall weather. After taking a Steam train ride I met up with a Scottish friend from the Borders. He wrote me a couple months before saying he was going on a trip to the Outer Hebrides with a friend and one of the places they were going to see was the Callanish Stones. I had wanted to go to Scotland for many years but finances made it seem impossible as did my belief that is was something other people did not me. Besides the issues of money, self worth was a stumbling block. I didn’t feel I deserved such a trip. So I worried about everything that could go wrong including dwelling on catastrophic events that might take place at home and in my business for the 17 days I would be gone.

At one point in between the agonizing I did something that I am really bad at - I took a leap of faith.

The night before we headed off to Ullapool to catch the ferry to Stornaway on the Isle of Lewis we found one of the few restaurants open past 9 and had a good meal. I had a nice curry and some lime pickle which we use all the time at home. I even had a couple of pints of cider on tap which is more alcohol than I would normally drink in 6 months time. When in Scotland do as the Scots do , I guess. The combination was not good for the early morning twist and turn roads of the Highlands while sitting in the back seat.


We made the ferry with time to spare. After a 2 ½ hour ferry ride we landed on the Isle of Lewis and headed off. One of the first stops was the famous Callanish stones. I had seen many pictures of the stones before. My wife had visited them three years ago and thought they were great. I was looking forward to seeing them for myself. In America there are almost no remains of anything this ancient which is manmade.

Arriving at the small visitor’s center we followed the path to the stones. They
are not that visible from the car park so as you wind around a small hill the path
begins to slope up and coming around the bend the Stone circle comes into
sight. At this point I stopped and took a couple of photos and thought
“Wow…this is really neat!” Only a few steps later did my thoughts change to My
God! What is happening!!”
I was not yet inside the low stone wall enclosure surrounding the stones when I
froze in my tracks. I began to tremble and the emotions that welled up were
powerful , unfamiliar, and quite, should I say, TOTALLY unexpected. After a couple minutes I calmed myself as best I could and moved the 60 feet or so into the area of the stones . Again, about 9 steps into the area I was hit with emotions so powerful that I again began to shake and weep uncontrollably.
It was not necessarily sadness. As I described it later I realized that the reaction of the body to such overwhelming energies is to react with the most extreme emotion it can.

The only presence of mind I could muster was to tell myself not to try to name what was happening but to just experience it. The double slit experiment done by physicists for the past century which shows that all matter is really a cloud of potential possibilities until it is observed, at which point it drops out of this cloud and becomes a particle. Only then does it become matter in linear space and time. It proves that thoughts create matter. Had I tried, could I have had the energies show up as Cernunnos - Hern the Hunter, or as a druid or an Angel or as Jesus? At that point my intent becae only to give in to the experience. Ro gain what I could from it.

My fellow travelers were in the center of the circle speaking to a lady we met at the entrance who taught Gaelic at the local college. I was grateful they were with her as I was unable to speak for about 5 minutes without crying out loud in gasps of air. It was terrible and sublime at the same time, I think that is just the nature of the experience. I was ably to gain enough control to move again. I got the distinct impression that I was supposed to walk counterclockwise around the central stone grouping. The impression was a notion that - this is how it is done.

I was relieved to move from my transfixed spot and start looping around the circle, all the while transfixed on the center. When I got approximately 45 degrees around Wham it hit me again! The exact same feelings rushed back in. It was at this point that I knew it was not just a passing thing. Whatever this experience was, it was not over. I knew I had to keep circling while at the same time I tried to calm myself enough to be able to continue. Another 90 degrees around the outer stones and I was beginning to reassure myself I was back in control. A couple more steps and I was overwhelmed again. The best description I can give the feeling is like just finding out the closest friend, family member, or pet has just died, the difference being it was not so much grief though there was a huge element of that. The intensity was that strong. It was like hearing that your parent had died and when you are finally in a place of solitude you break down. Again, I tried not to name the emotion and the powerful feelings

After the 4th Zap I fled and put my back to the stone at the most Northern end and stared in awe at the rest of the formation. What the Hell is this? I was not sure I could bear it. I was not sure I could go on. After another 5 minutes or so standing there, again weeping and trembling. I continued back on the circular path around the outer stones and in another spot I was floored as well. It was further around the center and once more I was consumed, standing transfixed, staring at the center stone trying to make sense of what was happening, and what I should do. I caught the attention of my friends who came to see what was up - to see if I was OK. I was not.

The first to come was Brian who asked if I was OK. Between gasping breaths I said yes because there was really nothing physically wrong. Between a few other breaths all I could tell him was that “I am not sure I can go in the center“. I felt at that time that I would not be able to physically bear it. I had no concept of what might happen, but I knew I was already a mess. I was told my later my eyes were wide and a bright red. He left me, quite puzzled I am sure.

My friend Keith then came over. Keith over the past 7 years since his own profound Near Death Experience while in Hospital has been opened to the Fringe of Western sensibilities where the truth of Human existence lies. He knew immediately that I was experiencing something beyond words, beyond description. I acknowledged I was OK as best I could. He touched me on the arm nodded, and left me to it. Though not feeling the same energy, he understood the sacred nature of what was happening.

My friends respectfully went back down to the Visitor Center and gift shop as I waited continued to walk the perimeter. There were a few other folks there looking around. I was waiting for them to leave so I could approach the center alone. I didn’t want strangers to see me in this incapacitated state. They might be inclined to call an ambulance , or maybe the guys in white coats. When they cleared after about 10 minutes I began circling in towards the center.

I walked almost a spiral in, arriving at remains of a small chamber at the base of the center stone. The thunder of emotions has quieted at this point so I was able to study the small chamber remains and try to gain some understanding of its use. It felt Sacred. I had the notion it was used for both initiation as well as rituals of death and dying. Another wave of energy hit me one last time as I sank down with my back on the center stone and my eye fixed on the chamber. At this point it felt more of grief and I gave into it. The only message I got was a sense that my job was to grieve for the World. Looking back , It may have been part of the purpose of the experience. I was mourning for the world. The act of mourning changes nothing that has actually happened. The past suffering and death remain as points in history. The act itself in some way effects the present, and more significantly, the future. This, of course, is hindsight and simply conjecture.

I collected myself and went to rejoin my party at the Visitor‘s center down the hill. I was drained, puzzled, and exhilarated. They welcomed me back and allowed me to recover. We had a cup of coffee and a biscuit in the café there. The Scots love their scones. We spoke with a man, Angus , who works there. He was open to hear that I had had this experience and said he has been told of similar experiences by a few visitors over the years.

I was not alone. Whatever it was there also had a message that none of us are alone. From prehistoric man up till present the heart of each person has searched for meaning and connection. I found a bit of both in a 5, 000 year old circle looking out over the Atlantic Sea.

It Has Begun...Again!

A year hiatus - a year apart from myself and the written word. I was compelled to write about the things that I have found meaning in, the things which not only caught my attention , but also held my mind for parts of most every day. 

My last entry was about the 2nd annual Dreamland festival in Nashville. It was a magical time, and the magic though distant is still felt a little most every week. I returned this year with a different attitude somewhat. The year has brought about much change for me. The year has changed me.

At some point if we are lucky or unlucky , as some may view it, we come squarely up against ourselves. If it is the a less enlightened view in the mirror or a more enlightened one we smack into it matters little. What does matter is that the image we have of ourselves is simply inaccurate. It is the nature of the mind to project an illusion called the ego. If you hear someone tell you they are not ruled by ego try not to laugh ( it will be the ego laughing ). True, there are some who see themselves more clearly than others. By clearly I mean they see themselves as those who love them see them. As Robert Burns so eloquently put it

“O would some power the gift to give us to see ourselves as others see us”

Our strengths or weaknesses compassionately and clearly laid out before our eyes is a gift. Those who see themselves as much better than that “gift” are easy to spot in day to day interactions. Those who think they are much less than that gift would desperately be told by those close to them “ You ARE wonderful- why can’t you see it?” Well, almost none of us can see it. That is the curse of being human. It is the teaching of Jesus, and Buddha, and the old lady or neighbor you knew as a kid who paid attendant you for a reason you could not fathom - you weren’t special, after all…or were you ?.

Would you call yourself special ( worthy ) as an adult? Yet how many people can you think of who you would refer to lovingly as special or worthy? It has been my experience that people tent to think everyone else is worthy of everything but themselves. The ironic exception being the humans so caught up in ego , that false image of self, that they spend most of their energy attaining by force what worthy are supposed people outwardly have.

How does this relate to he blog? Well first I want to thank all of you whose kind encouragement gave me the courage to write down a few thoughts and share a few experiences. The reason I stopped writing was because my insecurities about being able to write were empowered by some criticism about my writing. It was a huge leap of faith to write what little I did here. As an artist craftsman in the visual arts I am fairly secure in my abilities to sculpt and draw. But when it comes to writing I am just the opposite. Funny enough, like most folks, I can talk about these things without the same fear of rejection that writing brings. Speaking is spontaneous and in the present whereas writing can be judges and scrutinized.

I wrote a blog entry about Philip K Dick last year as I had been reading much about his experiences with the Other realities that so many of you are drawn to. I decided to send a copy of the blog to his last wife Tessa Dick who herself is a science fiction author. What I wanted was some input concerning the accuracy of the information or some comment on whether I was myself out in left field with my assumptions.

What I got back was a severely corrected copy of my entry and a note saying “sorry..I was an English teacher and can’t get it out of my system” - GULP! Thus ended my short writing career. I felt like a kid who showed his drawing to an adult and was reprimanded for drawing outside the lines so many times and using the inappropriate color.


A friend I met this year in Nashville urged me to pick up my crayons and try again. For those of you who were at the Dreamland Festival 3 in Nashville in June 2010, you might remember this man. In the Q & A session a the end of the weekend he summed up the answer to the big question of the festival. It was not the official theme , however it was at the core of everything that was said there. It was the main point of William Henry’s talk in which he asked us all the question that was asked of him at one point in his life - “ what would you do if you weren’t afraid?” That is, how would you live your life differently if you weren’t afraid, afraid of criticism, afraid of failure, afraid of death. etc. For most of us fear is a part of day to day decision making. We either made decisions based on what we fear might happen, or what might not happen if we don’t decide correctly.


Well this guy stood up in front of Whitley William Anne, Jim , Linda, and Marla and with some apparent hesitation he spoke about his own overcoming of some fears. When asked that question himself “ what would you do if you weren’t afraid?” He said “ I’d be up there with you guys“. Everyone laughed at the frank obviousness of the answer. It did sum up what everyone was feeling. It is the reason we were all there, to be part of something greater than our individual selves, stronger than our individual fears.


What would I do ( besides Danny‘s bulls eye answer above of course) ? I would look at that image of myself reflected in the eyes of those closest to me and try to believe it as true, then act accordingly. I would try not to doubt myself and be more compassionate of my shortcomings. In that I might just find the hope that always seems out of reach.

This man, and others I met at the last two festivals and have kept in touch with, are the reason for all of it. Another guy I really enjoyed hanging out with again this year at the festival heard the 9 knock Whitley experiences and was compelled to find answers. They all have amazing experiences and live seemingly normal lives. There is a deeper level to life that drives them. It is not exclusive to the UFO or Fortean crowd . It is a force in all who seek - whatever that might mean. Seek and ye shall find. Knock and the door shall be opened unto you…or on this Path perhaps use 9 knocks.

Island of Misfit Toys

The drive from Chautauqua County NY to Nashville is about a 10 hr drive, which is one of the reasons I went - it was within a reasonable driving distance. The other reason I went was because I made the Communion jewelry which Whitley’s friend, Steve Neill, designed and sculpted. I also made some Rosslyn Chapel Greenman jewelry to take in honor of Anne Strieber, and made a commemorative pin for the festival. I did all this after already deciding to go since I missed last year due to a Matrix Energetics blowout.

On the trip to the 2nd Dreamland festival in Nashville Tennessee my daughter, Dani, was trying to reassure me that it would be fun, trying to offset my trepidation about going. I never met any of Dreamland’s hosts or any of its other small but loyal group of followers, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. I have interacted with them on the forums and chat. But that isn’t the same as face to face. I knew they were an intelligent, not easily led bunch just from the nature of Whitley’s, and the other host’s, approach to the whole Streiberian realm of topics. My daughter who is a big fan of Whitley and his work wasn’t as familiar with the other hosts. She has heard them., but doesn’t listen to every show. She is finishing university and working, on top of doing the other typical media multitasking like most other students in their 20s. 

I was amused that she was the youngest one there. But perhaps like Jim Mars pointed out, people under 30 just take for granted that UFOs, psychic mediumship, ancient hidden knowledge, secret societies, and spiritual awakening are all real. She really enjoyed herself there. All of the speakers are so approachable. She was intimidated by the thought talking to Whitley or Anne though. I fully understand that, and told her I kind of felt the same. This was not due to anything the Strieber’s did. They were as warm and open and accessible as anyone could be. They didn’t duck out between talks but happily talked to anyone who approached them. 

Marla Frees..well what can you say but WOW! She really got everyone’s full attention by connecting people with their loved ones and giving the hard non-sugar coated information that comes through. If you need a loving reassuring message or a good swift kick in the butt (she can do that too). I think the phrase from her website says it best. A reading from Marla may not be what you expect - but it is exactly what you need. She gave quite a few mini readings she calls Kamikaze readings. Every person I talked to who had one of these was gobsmacked after their reading. John Edward move over! My Daughter really liked her presentation as well as Marla offstage. 

William Henry gave an amazing presentation on what he calls Stargate Christianity. It seems to be where his work has led him., and it is powerful in its truth. I have read quite a bit by William, but the way he presents it live , gives it the emotion , humor and humanity that is William. If we are to become these new Light Beings like Jesus we need to discover once again lives driven by love and hope instead of fear. William Henry is our guide. He is daring to go were too few have gone before, to rediscover how we can all reconnect with God and our true selves. I have noticed William has changed over the past couple years from a researcher gathering facts and connecting the dots, to a guide climbing up then reaching back to grab us by the hand and help lift us up out of the carnal cloak that we are now bound in - quantum consensus reality that tells us we are only our bodies and nothing more. 

Jim Mars is riveting, entertaining, and knowledgeable. You may not agree with everything he says in the conspiracy department. I had a discussion with one person who agreed with “almost “everything he said, or he at least was willing to entertain the possibilities of these things being true. He is an older gentleman who has only been exposed to all of this UFO and hidden history stuff for just over a year. I said that maybe not all of Jims conclusions are true but……you can be sure most of them are - that is the point! I said Jim has been researching and documenting this stuff for decades. If you think he is making any of this up just do a little research. I give this guy I spoke with a hell of a lot of credit for being able to absorb so much of this in such a short amount of time. Most in our society would have smoke pouring out of their ears at start repeating the mantras like “ it can’t be true, everyone knows its impossible, mass hallucination, etc. : you’ve heard them all.

Linda Moulton Howe gave a great talk complete with many photos and diagrams to help the audience to follow the information. From Crop circles and the messages they may give, to Drones and the bizarre ways they may work, Linda took us step by step to help us understand the mathematics and reality of them that pegs-out the credibility meter well into in the red zone, even for those of us who as Jim Marrs said, have minds that are so open things start to fall out. Thanks Linda for doing the hard research to bring it all together.

Anne Strieber talked about the hundreds of thousands of letter she read, sent by people who read Communion. So many had experiences that had disturbed them for years and no one to tell. Anne took on the yoke to help them, and us, grasp the complexity that is the Visitor phenomenon. She read some experiences the Dreamland Festival members wrote down and placed in a jar. She reassured us that those of us who had the fortune or misfortune to bump up against the abyss in our lives are not alone. She informed and she comforted. Not a bad combination of hats to wear, if you could only pick two.

Last is Whitley. I assume everyone here is familiar with him and his work. He is Whitley! The man behind the machine. He is intelligent, informed on an amazingly broad range of topics, and quite funny. A speaker that grabs your attention and holds it - even if the message comes out as a pondering whisper at times. What did he talk about? It is not so much what he talked about as his presence while talking. He talked about the Visitors. He talked about the future and the past of humanity. Mostly he talked about US! What we really are - what we really can become again if we are brave enough to face the enigmatic challenges the Visitors have presented us with; To ‘Have joy” and to embrace a new world “if we can take it”. How do we accomplish this , or more importantly , where do we begin? 

This takes me back to the title of this post - The Island of Misfit Toys”. most of you probably have seen the stop-action animation of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer that came out in the 60s and was played on TV every year for Christmas. The narrator was the unique voice of Burl Ives as the snowman. I got to hear him perform live at Chautauqua Institution in the 80s. He sat on the stage with his guitar and didn’t use a mike - he didn’t need one.

When I joked with my Daughter and compared the Dreamland gathering to the island of Misfit Toys she thought I was being mean. Quite the contrary. I am proud to count myself as one of those marginalized by our society because they don’t fit in the very narrow constraining “normal” box. The toys were sad that they weren’t wanted by most, but …they had the comfort of each other. A small group gathered in Nashville to hear things that were profound, things that were true. We gathered to share in the common frustration that so few are open to these profound truths - to this potential of this awakening. There were no tinfoil hats, only intelligent people with open hearts and open minds. 

It didn’t look like Whitley drank enough at the restaurant on Saturday night to make his nose glow red ( that task was assigned to Jim Marrs I think ). His work does do the same though. He leads the way for us in a night so dark few can see past their nose , let alone past tomorrow, or next year, or 2012, or beyond. . I asked my daughter on the trip back how she would sum up the overall message of the Festival and she immediately replied “ Love”. I hadn’t thought of that ( crap-upstaged again!) and couldn’t have put it any better myself. The message most of us got from the Island of misfit toys was the same as the message Both Whitley and William proclaimed - live from the heart and live for others, in other words; love. The new commandments which Jesus gave us were to love god with all your heart and love your neighbor as yourself. You follow these and the rest fall in place. William added that if not loving God with all your heart, love ‘SOMETHING” with all your heart - in other words live with a passion for something. Being that light of the world may be a big part of the key for opening the Light Body William speaks about. 

If so, Hermy, Santa’s elf who only wanted to be a dentist, is a good model for us. So On Whitley on William , on Marla, on Jim, on Linda, on Anne…on Dreamland, leading us ahead with a sleigh full of gifts and wonder. Thank you, and thanks to everyone who was there. It was a fun trip to the edge.

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All Aboard...Next Stop ???

Whitley interviewed William Henry on both Dreamland, and the subsciber only interview on Feb 6th.  Both were wonderful, the more intimate one in the paid section ended with Whitley saying how he would love to go on more trips like the one's William takes to Egypt, but he has to watch his checkbook. It was kind of a suprise. A Famous novelist, who has had a few books made into movies, a popular website and online weekly show, dropping coins into a glass jar in hopes of someday going to Egypt. 

It is kind of funny, like finding out the guy who plays the Maytag repairman in commercials is saving up to buy a washer and dryer of his own in real life. I realized that Dreamland was very much akin to those travel shows. One week you are experiencing the ruins of Greece ( albeit vicariously ) and the next you are given a taste of what it is like to be in Germany for Octoberfest. 

The places Whitley and Co. and his guests take us are more off the beaten path than Berlin or Buckingham Palace, they cross galaxies, or dimensions, or time itself. I don't recall any Dreamland  interviews about bungie jumping or scuba diving with sharks. I do recall being transported to other lands, other times, other ways of interacting with reality. 

We Are Screwed? Will The Groundhog See His Shadow?

I always thought there was something wrong with me. There was always so much of what was accepted as common knowledge and convention that simply puzzled me. I usually concluded I either didn't have the capacity to understand certain simple systems which most took for granted, or I was cursed with The Emperor Has No Clothes Syndrome, a disease which probably afflicts most people reading this. Sorry, despite society's perpetual effort to wipe it off the face of the earth, it seems to be spreading.

One of the things that confounded me was this thing called The Economy. Economy with a capital E because it is not just a concept, but rather a living fire breathing entity that has its claws always around our throats, ready to lift us to new heights with its gargantuan wings if we do as it says, or singe us to a crisp should our actions displease it, should we not obey its will.

Trading grain for cloth or labor for shelter, that kind of thing, is easy to comprehend. Even the more complex system most of us work at the end of, where a person gets paid money for goods or services is pretty easy to follow. Small business is also easier to comprehend - products or services are which have a value are offered to other people in exchange for the money they earned, earned usually by being in the loop of offering goods and services themselves.

After this it gets a little fuzzy. Modern banking, Wall Street, and many large corporations have been operating at a level of complexity, fear, greed, and smoke and mirror trickery in the past few decades that the value of a thing is dependent merely on the number a person chooses to assign to it. Heck if it is that easy I will just declare my 1984 Dodge caravan has a value of $27,000 and loan out money based on that value. Does that sound CRAZY? To a large extent that is the kind of thing that has been going on. Or better yet I would create vast amounts of wealth on paper for myself by betting whether the value of my overpriced Caravan would go up or down. Does that sound even CRAZIER? It is. If you listened to Whitley interviewing John Petersen in the January 24th Dreamland you find out just how crazy some of this is - and how scary!

John and Whitley talk about a phenomenon in the stock market called derivatives, which are well beyond smoke and mirrors and well into the category of casino gambling. The difference is after you have lost all your coins in the slot machine the coins still physically exist in the machine. In this case .....POOF...vanished! OK billions in wealth are made from this legal gambling as long as the mirrors don't get smashed and the trillions held within the illusion vanish. If you want a much better description of this read this article in the UK's Independent News http://www.independent.co.uk/news/business/news/a-163516-trillion-derivatives-timebomb-958699.html 

And you thought the $700 billion bailout was scary. Getting back to my understanding of modern finance, which admittedly may only be one step above the Amish, I do know that the thing our country, my country, has placed value on above all else in the last few decades is greed. 

I am not confusing wealth with greed, nor profit with greed. The motivation for wealth and profit is the thing that has brought us to where we are, to most of the advancements and technological miracles we see all around us. Yes, many were at first concept to better living standards and improve the enjoyment of all people, or just the products of creative minds. But, the mechanics and implementation for the most part, of making the concepts real, came about from the pursuit of wealth and profit. Everybody wants to make a buck. That is not greed. It is how the evolution of commerce has brought us to where we are so far. The greed part, though it has always existed, was never given a place of honor until the late 70s and early 80s.

It was not only given a place of honor, it was elevated on the highest pedestal - the Holy grail of achievement. The American Dream changed fundamentally from succeeding to becoming obscenely wealthy: at any cost - cost to others, that is. I always ask people what the modern image of a successful person is as opposed to the chicken in every pot /car in every garage American Dream of the mid 20th century. The model of the modern "success" is in unwritten, yet we see it in everywhere, TV especially. Who wants to be a Millionaire, The Apprentice, and The Weakest Link teach (I should say reinforce) one thing - Always want more, there is never enough, and it is OK to crush our opponent in the pursuit,the game, to increase your own wealth. You all know the stereotype - Ivy League graduate...millionaire by 30...every personal possession is obscenely expensive and flashy...several multimillion dollar homes throughout the world...retired by 40 to travel the world lavishly...etc. In other words it is a model that is only ever attained by an extremely small group, and even then is more of a cartoon character of outward appearance.

Herbert Hoover's "A chicken in every pot and a car in every garage" goal was achievable by most, or just out of reach. Simply having steady job brought it within reach. By the 50 it could easily be achieved by most households with only a single income - that American dream also had expanded to the norm of most families actually owning a home, taking regular ( but not opulent ) vacations, and most of all expanded to bring hope for, and belief in, a better future for themselves and their children.  

Where are we now? This new American Dream is not just a lie; it has left a couple of generations hopeless, feeling like failures for their inability to even come close to that Wall Street image of success. The inadequacy and angst that it brings is just another sign we have as a nation failed our children, failed ourselves. The American Dream evolved into unabashed greed. What we are seeing now is the manifestation of that twisted dream. And, we are left with only one question; where do we go from here?

I must say, Whitley's interview of John Petersen didn't provide much comfort. Unless you consider being told you have cancer, but after several major operations you might live, being comforted. I do not. I don't listen to Dreamland to be comforted. Many of the interviews, like the ones with Dr. John Lerma, William Henry, and Dr. Richard Bartlett, to name a small few, do inform, uplift, and enlighten. Many others are about the dark information. Bringing it to the exposure of light can in time transform us all, but hearing about dark information isn't a comfort. 

Both Whitley and John were hopeful...hopeful for a much better, perhaps a drastically different future. That is comforting, and I am thankful to them for that. For the next few years though, the message reminds me of the spoof signs listing instructions on what to do in case of a nuclear explosion - 1. Sit in a chair 2. Breathe normally 3. Put your head between your legs 4. Kiss your ass goodbye!

I have never been good at whistling in the dark. The fact that most people you talk to can "sense" what is coming, doesn't help even if they are good at whistling in the dark. I am reminded of Marla Frees last interview with Anne Strieber as I wrote about in my last post. Max, the crystal skull told Marla, about the future of humanity, "The intervention is Wisdom - Wisdom is understanding Intention". Understanding this concept may be the way out of our current worldwide dilemma. I think it has to do with using our thoughts to intentionally make a better world. And doing it this time from an Intent driven not by greed, but by love.

Will that happen? Is it possible even? What part can I possibly play? Is it too late? Are we Screwed!!? Lots of questions. Not many answers. The Black Swan wild card Whitley and John hinted at might be the key. Will it be in the form of Alien contact or intervention, a pulse from the galactic center, or a more pedestrian process of being destroyed to be reborn anew like a phoenix rising from the ashes? Is William Henry showing us the way with the Light Body? Will going to places like The Monroe Institute, and having a Gateway Experience, help open the doors wide enough for us all to pass through? Maybe it is all of the above and every single thing that leads us away from the material world to the Spiritual. 

For now though, we function in this material world, and that world seem to be coming apart. The looming threat of economic collapse and catastrophic climate change brings no warm fuzzy feelings for the near future. The near future image of ones family, friends, pets, and neighbors starving and dying on a grand scale until things get better tends to override the hope for, and vision of, a better world, even if that world is only a few years away. Yeah, I know...there is no past or future , there is only now...Law of Attraction...manifest your dreams...blah blah, blah...easy to say, harder to live when things get really bad. And they might. And if it happens, we will first have to overcome the fear most of us carry around all the time before we can live in the Eternal Now, or even manifest the next meal for our families. In other words - we will have to learn to Trust in God, in Spirit. Which again, when all your utilities and food supplies are shut off, is a little trickier to do for most people. Yet it may be exactlywhat is needed, what is required of us. 

I think John and Whitley are right; we will rise to the occasion - dragged kicking and screaming. I am not looking forward to it though. Can't you just wake me up when we get there? Sigh!...guess not, since the process IS the Awakening.

Take a Walk on the Wild Side

I just finished listening to Anne Strieber interviewing Marla Frees about her recent 2nd "visit" with Max the crystal skull in the Unknown Country subscriber’s section. Anne has such a casual conversational interview style, without pretensions, that you never doubt her sincerity, even if the information is difficult to swallow. Hearing Marla talk, if you didn't know about her amazing talents, you might think she was just a local you would run into as you stopped in the corner store to buy a coffee. You know the ones you share banter with and swap updates on the latest neighborhood news. The neighborhood in this case is Dreamland. And listening to these two women talk is like sitting in a restaurant and eavesdropping on the people in the booth behind you. This doesn't diminish the amount of wonderful information - it expands it. These two women know much of the seen and the unseen world , and they are willing to share it all.Lucky for us!

Max! I don't know what to think about Max, really. It is a lot to take on faith without having a meeting with the 18 lb piece of quartz yourself. In the interview Marla describes herself as kind of geeky, and as a person who thinks a good time is sitting at home watching a couple movies. If she dressed in mock native costume and was draped with talismans and crystals, and talked about being a portal for ancient lost knowledge, the information would not only take a back seat to ego - it would also fall flat. I have heard too many interviews where information takes a back seat to personality, where the personality speaks in breathy sweet tones, which to me at least, brings into question the information. Not that they are lying, it is like listening to someone tell a hunting story, where you just know there is some embelishmentto make them seem more special and skilled - bigger. the Story is basically true. You just don't know how much is exaggeration. Yeah they did shoot the trophy buck...but was the shot really at 500 yards while the deer was running,  while they were standing on one leg in a 20 below blizzard five minutes before dusk?

Wane Dyer comes to mind as someone who tries to humbly present information and insights. Interestingly though, if you listen to interviews and watch videos of his earlier work you get a bit of looking down your nose cockiness that is usually absent in him now. It is on outward sign that the information is real. You got a little bit of the same from a much younger Whitley. The tests of truth and time, and overcoming personal struggle just molds people that way I think. Some people like Anne and my friend Keith from Scotland had to go to the teetering edge of the cliff of death for certain profound knowledge and changes to occur. Marla, and I am guessing here, may have been shaped, in a large way, by a lifetime of struggle pushing against and through the veil that separates not only the living from the dead, but also separates us, each from the other.

Max told Marla "there are only 3 things you really need to think about". 1. It is all about love as opposed to fear, according to Max. It's not a new message. Many people who have had NDEs, like Dannion Brinkley will tell you the same thing. 2. Thoughts become matter... again, not a new message really, though it doesn't lessen the reality altering implications for the individual and the planet. 3. When Max said the third thing she had to know it was really interesting to me. "The intervention is Wisdom - Wisdom is understanding Intention". Hmmm..I will have to think about that one for a while.

Max said some rather funny and interesting things before the "3 things". He told her "she was not cool", and told her to "Take a walk on the wild side" by singing the song with those lyrics. Then he showed her a grave site and said isn't it funny that people think the souls are there - it is just a boneyard. That struck me as kind of odd in that it was like telling an Eskimo that it snows in Winter.

Marla's husband Jeff had some really interesting experiences/interactions also it seems. 

Take a walk on the wild side? Well...I think it has something to do with communicating with aliens. I don't know why. It Could just be because, where else do you go from communicating with the dead, getting psychic information, remote viewing, and last but not least - talking to crystal skulls?

Anne made the observation about most people living in fear almost all the time on some level. That seems about right. The “The intervention is Wisdom - Wisdom is understanding Intention" quote may concern that mostly. As just words - it all sounds so simple.

The interview was also filled with personal insights into the lives of both of these women who make helping others a personal commitment, a way of living. Anne Strieber may come across as an average person, but her having personally read over half-a-million letters from people who had UFO/Alien encounters, makes her THE expert on the subject in many ways.

The talking Crystal Skull part? Decide for yourselves. Don't miss the interview if you are a subscriber. If you are not it is only $19.75 for 6 months. The 2 shows you can download a week alone are worth it.