"I of my own knowledge…"

Saturday, June 30, 2007
Nearly 10 a.m. awoke thinking of something worth recording here, but too many things between awakening and picking up the pen. That’s why I often do my morning’s work before I shower and shave.

So — if one of you splendid gentlemen will deign to get on the line and remind me — or set some other rabbit running — I’d be obliged as usual.

I had a stray thought that I put on the blog this morning — I used to think that what a person made of his mind — the things he learned, the connections he made — were lost when he died. It made everything seem so pointless. Realizing that the pattern of mind created by that effort survives and is there to be used recasts it in a different light entirely.

There is much more, obvious to me but probably not to others (because of just the kind of work I have been doing, it occurs to me!) and would need to be spelled out.

It’s hard to find the organizing principle that will let me spell it out, who and how this network is used. So, friends — David, if no other is more appropriate –

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After we finished the ten prep sessions  that stretched from September into November, 2000, Skip Atwater and I decided we would take a break before starting another series of ten. For reasons I no longer remember, that break stretched on and on, until Rita Warren gave me another prep session as a birthday present. today and tomorrow, I reprint the transcript from that session. After that, we get into territory that turned out to be much more intricate than anything that had preceded it. More intricate, and more important to others besides myself. (more…)

Even at the time I could see that the series of 10 black box sessions that Skip Atwater and I did in September, October, and November, 2000, had been orchestrated from the other side. I knew that in some ways I was a different person by Thanksgiving that I had been on Labor Day. And I knew that the end of the sessions marked a stopping place, but also a new beginning. The series left me with my feet firmly planted. I now had a place to stand.

It was because of these sessions that Rita Warren and I were moved to begin a weekly series of sessions in her home, rather than in the black box, beginning in August, 2001. That series, in turn, presented us with a massive amount of material from the guys upstairs. As we absorbed the material, it changed our way of looking at things, and thus changed our lives. Unfortunately when I attempted to mold that material into a book, I tied myself into knots, and so it was shared only with the Monroe Institute’s Voyagers Mailing List, and with some friends. This blog makes it possible for me to put that material out in public without needing to shape it into a book, and that is what I will be doing in the series I call TGU Sessions.

But first I think it worthwhile to summarize a few of the major themes that emerged in that very important series of ten sessions in the black box, in what now looks to be our last full year of innocence. (more…)

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