I sit alone and write. The white monitor in front of my eyes is suddenly filled with words and conversations. After a few hours I start to read what is written. I am quite surprised by what I see. Where did this story originate? Okay, I already had the main characters because I’ve written four previous novels in the series and I know how they react to each other. Is this part of the story just a product of my imagination or am I channeling it? Years ago, when I was a young man in the Royal Air Force in Scotland, I had a lurid dream showing a forced landing of a plane in the Dava moor with no loss of life as the crew quickly evacuated when the plane burned down. It seemed so real that I told my colleagues when I woke up. His mockery was immediate yet playful. Eighteen months later I had left the air force and was living four hundred miles away when the local Scottish newspaper was mailed to me. Headlines: plane lands in Dava wasteland, crew safe. (Documented in my e-book – Psychic Thinker.) It all seemed so unreal, but there it was in black and white.
I had been taken eighteen months into the future and had been shown an event that was close to miraculous. I have had other dreams throughout my life but not as sensational as this one. As part of a psychic group that met once a week, some other strange events occurred. In meditation I saw quite a few times the scaly heads of reptile-like humanoids circling around me and then another future event. I always keep an open mind, but someone was trying to tell me that although I am in a physical existence, there was more to life than I knew.
Two years ago (2009), while dreaming, he seemed to be on a passenger plane that suddenly began to fall from the sky. Everything outside was black as ink, but the feeling of falling was so strong that I felt sick. Others around me clung to their seats as darkness engulfed me and I hung in the air watching the plane plummet. Then total darkness when I suddenly woke up and realized it wasn’t reality, just a dream. Or was it? I can only attribute this to a recently lost plane, but the emotions I felt in the dream felt incredibly real.
So, in 2003, sitting once again at my computer writing the third book, (Soulgate-temple of souls – published May 2005), the words began to form on the monitor. As the plot unfolded, I found myself in a world that was wracked with financial turmoil caused by psychic phenomena that plunged the planet into chaos and that was only a small part of the story. A different scenario than today but with similar effects. When writing, there are days when the story is forming in the mind and there is nothing on the screen. Then, suddenly, the words appear as if by mind-induced magic from an unknown source. Some psychics have called it channeling and most of the time there is no point in just forming an idea. There is no time scale for a thought or a dream, there is only time in physical existence. I think it is impossible to create a weather forecast or scale of future events.
The newly released fourth book (Divine fanaticism. Oct 2010) is based on another future world that seems to have a religious theme in a world where extremists are gaining control by subverting democracy and leading to the development of a backpack atomic bomb. The way the bomb and the perpetrators penetrate the country’s defenses is revealed. I sincerely hope that there are no future connotations to interpret from this book. Could we all be looking at a future event? How could the authorities prevent this from happening? It certainly is food for thought. Through writing I actually live in different worlds every day without moving an inch. Our biological brains have been created to do wonderful things and have also been suppressed until we can learn to live with a pure heart. Religion doesn’t seem to have the answers to living because people are too busy surviving. In ages past, mankind had to live in dire environments where survival was paramount to their desires and aspirations. In this day and age of a more complete civilization, survival should be a thing of the past and the quest to build great fortunes should disappear.
As I think about the fifth book in the series, many things begin to enter my thoughts. It should be completed in March 2012, a year that heralds a doomsday scenario or big change. Some say that the reason the Mayan calendar ends is because it ran out of ink. For 50 years I have seen people with big banners walking through crowded towns and cities spreading the word of destiny – The end is near – We are all doomed etc. Nothing ever happened when the deadline was reached. This doesn’t surprise me since the astral or spirit world is supposed to have no time, so how can you predict the instance when anything can happen? I am now two-thirds of the way through the fifth novel trying to think of a name, as everything begins to freeze.
As I read what is already written, I see a whole new world of astral dimensions. There are entities of light moving here and there keeping watch. Incredible landscapes conjured up and formed into realities that are held together by the thought and superior essences of spiritual species. The area is as vast as space itself with the etheric and physical worlds all co-existing on different frequencies, the two never mixing. The angels and archangels that watch over the magical landscape display a white, heavenly light that shines brightly around them. In the astral world, the most heavenly and wonderful sections shine with the most remarkable colors imaginable. There are other places that are dark and formidable united by tortured souls that manifest the most miserable of existences. This is just a little of what awaits the reader. The Creator of this great divine realm may be called upon to eradicate what has evolved with disastrous results. A war between the shining beings is coming, with some angels and archangels disagreeing on its purpose.
For the last 6 months, while writing, I have been part Jim Long living in a different reality. I would like to be him, he is above malice, jealousy, hatred, although as a human all these things are still inside him and he has to fight to conquer them every day. He can be fun loving with lots of laughs and can be deep in thought about himself. He is a future detective who fights against evil in the physical and astral dimensions. The astral is a world of great beauty where spiritual entities live and inhabit, some in a mirror body of the physical, others in streams of light and shadow. Everything is created and held together by majestic and elevated creatures of light. We are all made of ethereal essence and in reality we do not die, only our bodies have departed from the physical world because in truth we are all celestial, collective and individual.