Chapter IX: TO BE HERE NOW

The year 1985 had brought great changes. The dream where the Lord had come to me and asked me whether I would leave everything to go with him had come true. A rather hair-raising initiation in Glastonbury that summer had led to a new throw of the dice. I moved from my flat near Wallingford to a bedsitter in Henley-on-Thames where I was to work on a four-month contract as an English teacher at a local secondary school.

The meditation group in Wallingford had diminished in numbers and I no longer regularly attended its Wednesday gatherings. But, on Baba’s birthday that year we met as a group of three to link up with Sir George in Germany and a friend, Michael Irving — a publisher of new age Books — who was then living in Glastonbury. As it was the full moon that day I knew that our triangle of five would be adding its energies to a much vaster, spiritual world network.1

It was a crisp, clear winter night and there was a special feel in the air. I could sense a change taking place on higher levels. The full moon hung in the sky, casting its ethereal light over the hoar frost covering the Chiltern hills. Everywhere, there was a very special magic. On the way home I was tempted to swing the steering wheel round and drive all the way to Glastonbury. Instead I drove home and went to bed.


What was I to do when my contract ran out that December? I had no home and no work. Should I fly off somewhere and start a new life? To Australia perhaps to disappear into its vast outback? Or to a new age community in Britain? I still had about £1000.00 of debts which I had let myself carelessly run up yet again. I knew I couldn’t do anything without first paying these debts.

So in December I loaded the car with all my belongings and set off for London where I had found seven months’ substitute teaching work. My sister had a spare room in a tiny terrace house which she was happy to rent to me. After fourteen years I had left Oxfordshire to return, full circle, to the city (and invisible Zodiac Temple) where I had lived through my teenage years.

I worked hard during those seven months, commuting daily to London and then returning home to moonlight as a domestic cleaner at a local hospital during the week. Sitting in the crowded commuter-train, amongst city businessmen and yuppies reading the financial dailies, I wondered just how I could have ended-up in the centre of this materialistic treadmill. Of course, it had been the debt that had hung around my neck for a year and which never quite got paid off. But it was something more. I sensed that my life was on the point of changing drastically. One way or another it would have to as I couldn’t see myself living very long in the concrete jungle of a city.

The whole thing was some kind of test as well as a spiritual preparation. Whatever lay in store, I could feel Baba’s love all around. All kinds of inner worlds were beginning to open up. Sometimes Baba would come and sit invisibly beside me on the train. Although the compartment was crowded the seat would remain empty ... the sign that Baba, though unseen, was there.

Sometimes, during the weekends I would drive back to Wallingford to visit my friends from the old meditation circle. I found Janet particularly inspiring. The faith and trust she had in Baba was infectious, leaving me with the strong feeling that everything was working out. To be conscious of his overlighting presence in every moment of my life made a vast difference and brought with it a deep, enduring inner joy and sense of well-being.

At other times I would drive over to visit my old friend, Mike. We might go off to a nearby pub and talk about old times, student days, our respective marriages — both which had ended — and our more recent lives. He had secured himself a well-paid job as a drama teacher. I, on the other hand, had drifted from job to job, to and from the dole queue.

How very different our life-styles had become over the past sixteen years. He was materially comfortable but generally unhappy with everything. I continued to live a hand-to-mouth existence and according to the standards by which we had been brought up had failed. But the old me had gone. I felt myself to have left the old life and to have entered a new one. Whatever happened, I sensed the Lord’s protection. But Mike’s angst had never left him. Like so many other sensitive souls of his generation he had become an alcoholic. Though I never mentioned it, I knew that he was suppressing all his fears and unhappiness through drinking excessively.

It was a common enough problem but to see it happen to a close friend was deeply saddening. We had all lived through the euphoria of the ‘sixties when a real feeling of change had swept through the world. Then, there had been demonstrations and slogans for peace in Vietnam, for civil rights in the USA, for social revolution in Europe, for freedom in Czechoslovakia, for justice in northern Ireland and for the equality of women everywhere. Students had occupied colleges and in every country the establishment had retreated. The post WWII generation had become sharply divided against its parents. It seemed that the Christ had kept his promise of returning with a sword that divided son against father. The revolution was surely coming.

But the child of that revolution had been still-born, leaving a surviving twin to grow up in a society that had entrenched itself in materialism and reactionary, Ahrimanic thinking. Samuel Beckett’s theatre-of-the-absurd world had become a commonplace reality. We seemed to keep on for no other reason than to merely continue surviving from day to empty day ... hardly daring to hope for, or even to recognize, the possibility of imminent salvation through a deus ex machina.

The children of the ‘sixties, like Mike and Charley, had affluence and angst in common. Though some had dropped out and others had, more or less grudgingly, become a part of the establishment they were — all of them — sensitive, compassionate, thinking humans who, for one reason or another, had chosen to incarnate during this most material of ages. The flames of a generation’s compassion and idealism were almost burned out leaving it seemingly with no option but to find one means or another by which to escape the dreary reality of a future with no hope. It was, of course, the story of every generation. But this time it was more than that. No one was spared the terminal agonies of a dying civilization.

Mike had remained a politically active left-wing militant. He saw me as one of the irresponsible escapists who in his eyes had turned to mysticism. The new age was simply a cop-out. As a humanist he adhered to the strong conviction that only social struggle could bring about any real change. It was Man who was behind the drama, not God. And, as for an Indian with an afro who claimed to be the avathar ... we could have sat and argued for ages as we had in the ‘sixties. But the game was over. It would seem that we had thrown the dice in different directions.

I knew beyond all reason that I had found my saviour. As long as I stayed with him I knew that he would lead the way through the trying times to come. In him I had found the unshakable rock of certainty. My life had become infused with the awareness of the Lord’s omniscience and omnipresence.

And the revolution had come.

A great spiritual change of consciousness was taking place throughout humanity. It had not been ostensibly idealistic, materialist or insurrectionary as convention would have us believe a revolution must be. What was actually happening was evolution. Events in history were much more than an endless series of man-made dramas. They were the material signs of God in action, the unfolding of his evolutionary plan for all life on Earth.

At one level, the revolution had begun to take place already. The world was rapidly becoming a global, media-village — a sensitive, nervous ganglia of news and information exchange. Change, when it came, accelerated through the fibre optics of this exchange system at the speed of light. The old, mechanical body of Newton’s reality was already overcome. At every level, humanity was experiencing the preliminary lessons which would take it towards the future ascent into higher octaves of light.


One evening in June, I drove over to meet Ron Laing and Peggy Mason who had visited Baba, during the ‘eighties, and written about their intimate experiences with the Lord in their book, THE EMBODIMENT OF LOVE. We spent several pleasant hours together and found plenty to talk about. Ron was delighted that ‘an ex-Marxist and shop steward’ (sic) could have become a devotee of Baba. Actually, my interest in socialism and Marxism had always been spiritually based, never exclusive. Having worked in the modern day equivalent of Blake’s satanic mills and experiencing the robotizing effects on humans of such places I had developed an interest in the liberationary or messianic message that Marx’s call for the abolition of wage slavery seemed to offer. After all, for people to have to spend a third of their lives working like automatons in factories and the other two-thirds cooped together in dormitory housing estates was surely as abnormal and wrong as rearing animals in factory-farm conditions?

Essentially, Marx had seen a future, moneyless society where the production of goods was based on people’s needs and not on profit. When the Sioux Chief Seattle had made his famous speech to the US Congress in the late 1800’s he warned the white man of the consequences of greed. Decades later, Mahatma Gandhi had called for a world economy whose system of production was based on need and not greed. Modern day writers such as Erich Fromm had seen and warned against the dangers of our contemporary consumer societies. Fromm argued that Marx’s ontological world-view together with his humanistic, communitarian vision provided an understanding of economic history in which there was the hope of organizing a healthy future for human society.2

I cannot see that any of the more recent trends and developments in this civilization have made that argument any the less convincing. How are we ever to lift ourselves out of the trap of materialism and power seeking? Or is it possible perhaps that our collective future may lie in a metaphysical condition beyond the constraints of our present duality and separation from each other? Where the errors of ignorance, acquisitiveness, greed, and lust for power no longer exist ... on a finer plane of consciousness as free as the air in another hologram of a lighter vibration? In the dream of light that we all, perhaps secretly, share as the place we have glimpsed or visited from time to time in altered states of consciousness? And is this what Sai has promised when he says that the future is “magnificent beyond all dreams”?


Just being in the company of these dear people had I felt brought me a little closer to Baba that evening. And their own prodigious efforts in writing the SATHYA SAI QUARTERLY 3 served to inspire me to dedicate my own literary aspirations in a similar direction. Baba had begun to stir the flames of creativity in me. ‘Jacob’ too had exhorted me to write “in the name of the beloved one.”

One afternoon, trudging back from the railway station after a particularly difficult and depressing day — feeling dejected and very, very tired — I began to plead silently with Baba. “Baba, I can’t carry on with this meaningless struggle! PLEASE lift me out of all of this. Let me get on with the true task which I came to accomplish in this life.”

At that very moment I felt my entire body fill up with the golden presence of Sai. I was walking on a cloud six inches in the air and clearly heard a voice say within, “So NOW you know what kind of a book it is you should write!” ... the story about my struggle to survive in a strange, adversarial world devoid of any meaning. And how, in the midst of that struggle, everything had changed through the Lord’s Grace. At a profound level I had begun to find the meaning of just being here to experience this life as me.

For years, I had been conscious of being a seeker after truth. Nothing mattered to me more than finding that truth. Now I knew that I could stop searching. I had found the divine truth in Sathya Sai. In him I had found heaven on Earth. Just coming into contact with him had changed the quality of my life. Through his grace all my experiences had taken on a new meaning. It felt like a very real evolutionary step into the future. No one came to Sai by accident — only when the time was right and he called. That I had found him in this lifetime was sufficient evidence that all my hopes and dreams of a future utopia and a new dawn were coming true. And that reality was far greater than the little reality through which I struggled each day. Humanity, if it could but see it, was on course for a great journey through many universes and many dimensions. We lived in a time when we were about to consciously resume our true role in creation as star people.

All the challenges I had encountered throughout life had been no more than boulders encountered on the path back to my Mother-Father. I had made enough mistakes in my life, ending up almost in the gutter, physically bruised, limbs broken, my mind almost blown on LSD. Most of my early life had resembled a trail of destruction. But each time I had been down I had been picked up and saved. Each time, it seemed, I had been given another chance to find the utopia I sought. Then Baba had led me through the door marked Aquarius. Now I could see that I had been trying to break out of my misery to take the door by storm when all I really had to do was to decide that it was time to go in, to turn the door handle and walk through.

For perhaps the first time I began to see that I could make that choice. I was not after all a victim in a melodrama. I had simply forgotten why I had returned! Throughout creation nothing happened by accident. We are given all the reminders we might need to bring us back into the remembering of our purpose. If we turned away from that awakening then our lives became increasingly unsatisfactory, even painful. That too was a reminder we were off course, off the light beam. Now at last I felt myself drawing closer to my purpose. And, at the centre of the new world, I had begun to glimpse another reality.

All my confusion had been caused by doubt, that grey cloak ego casts around itself. All too easily we collapsed into doubting our own divinity. Baba teaches us to beware of this living death that can paralyse the spirit and retard our personal and collective evolution. Beyond that mire of confusion lies an entire universe of dreams into which we will awaken one day in the future. A future that starts right here and now...

At last it was becoming clear to me that what I most wanted to do with my life was to work as a healer and a writer. I had always wanted to fly and my failure to get up into the sky had caused a wound somewhere deep inside me. The RAF had turned me down and so had the civil airlines. This had brought up all kinds of questions inside me. Had there been an element of race discrimination in their decision? The medical officer in charge hadn’t even been able to tell the difference between Ceylon and Sudan! Had I ever really stood a chance with that kind of blimpish attitude? In those days it had never occurred to me that if I really wanted to fly all I had to do was to find the means to pay for flying lessons! What had kept me grounded was really the whole mind-set that limited me in my life. If the powers-that-be said I couldn’t fly then I had to shrug my shoulders and accept my fate. It took me twenty years to see that I need no longer buy into the dreary no-hope world that others had created.

But I still hadn’t found the way to free myself, to earn my wings. The desire to find a living as a healer and writer had been growing quietly inside me over several years. And it had really taken off in 1984 when it became alarmingly clear to me that what many of the children I met daily as a substitute teacher most needed was care and love. The educational system was putting them through hoops, testing their IQ, and thrusting them ever further into an emotional and spiritual wasteland. But it didn’t let them know that the universe in which they lived was about love.

There had been times when I felt the urge to put my hands over a little head and send it all the love that I could channel. During those times I could feel the healing forces of celestial electricity emanating from my finger tips. Some of those children cried out for healing. Yet I couldn’t touch them for fear of being labelled a weirdo or a child molester and losing my job. How many other teachers, I wondered, had felt the desperate urge to be first and foremost healers of the young ones who sat before them? How many of them had stifled that cry from the heart and resigned themselves to the job description that the state had decreed they serve?

Once I was told that as a teacher I was ten years ahead of my time. My reply, if I had had the courage to make it, would have been to disagree. It was the education system that was really ten years behind schedule! Again it seemed I was shrugging my shoulders in defeat. It seemed painfully clear to me that there really was no place for me in a world that still based its reality on an older age.

Now, Baba seemed to be telling me to realize myself in whatever work I chose. I had to find the courage to leave a whole life of defeatism behind and start again. It was all in the past, gone. There was a new life to be lived in a new world. Writing and healing seemed to be very much part of the world that beckoned. And in that golden, ecstatic moment I had received his blessing in the street...


That May I travelled down to Glastonbury for the weekend. Michael Irving had been impressed by the Vision of Sagittarius and published it in a new age book called AVALON ARISE! Now I planned to meet him and spend some time together. The Ramala Centre, which ran the Chalice Hill Hotel where I had first stayed, kept a little cottage in ‘Bovetown. After picking up the keys and driving over I unpacked and took a shower to freshen up before going to my favourite Indian restaurant in the High Street for a meal. As I returned into the living-room I saw the front door open. In walked a tall, grey-haired man who greeted me informally as if we were old acquaintances.

Michael Dawson was a member of the Findhorn Community who was on holiday in Glastonbury. He too had been a substitute teacher in London. Whilst driving together with a woman companion one day he had been asked to stop the car. What had then come through was a four-hour channelling. As a result of this they had travelled to Scotland to join the Findhorn Community. Now they were both members. I told him about my own search for a community and that Sir George had recommended Findhorn to me. I also told him about the Vision of Sagittarius and how my intuition seemed to tell me that my healing was to be found at Findhorn.

“Why don’t you come up for an Experience Week and see?” Mike replied in his easy-going manner.

The universe seemed to be pushing me in that direction. Even the cheap digital watch I had bought a year ago in a discount shop played The Bluebells of Scotland on its alarm. I wouldn’t have noticed but for the fact that coincidence would have it that its brand name was Shivas! Was this another of Baba’s little leelas? Baba was always playing such loving practical jokes. Perhaps Findhorn was important after all and he was orchestrating these events to get me up there? I decided to travel there in the summer and see what happened.

Some weeks later, Michael sent me a picture postcard of Findhorn Bay. In the picture I could see a forest of conifers across the Bay — opposite the caravan park where Eileen and Peter Caddy had founded the Community in 1962. Then I remembered the dream I had had eighteen months before when I had being taken in an aeroplane to a beautiful forest of firs by an ocean where a group of people lived gently and simply. Another such dream — clearly to do with my future — had taken me into a valley where the hills were covered in red heather. Scotland was calling me.

Baba was everywhere in my life. Walking back up Glastonbury High Street that weekend I could see Baba’s head and shoulders way above Chalice Hill. He was wearing his familiar orange-red robe and there was no mistaking the crown of hair. Out of his eyes flowed all the stars and planets of the universe. Was he the dreamer behind everything?

The journey — my fifth to Glastonbury in eighteen months — seemed full of Baba’s blessings. In a local bookshop I found a manual on regression techniques. Since my own sessions the year before I knew that this was a particular area of healing that was going to be very important to me and in which I wanted to work. Now I felt that Baba had led me to the book. I bought it along with another by the well-known Sufi and healer, Reshad Feild. Subsequently, in the months that followed, I was to discover that both books would play a significant part in my life.

That same day I met Michael Irving. We walked up Chalice Hill in the evening. Michael told me about the Amerindian prophecies and the great events to come within the following years — particularly Harmonic Convergence in August 1987 when another major planetary leyline would come into being with the return of the mythic Quetzalcoatl to Mexico.

This ley would combine its energies with the existing Michael Line to form two vast, complementary sine-waves that would at times cross over each other and stretch out to embrace the entire Planet.4 As we spoke in the dusk on Chalice Hill, the lights of Glastonbury began to twinkle below us in the Vale of Avalon. We seemed to know each other from many lives ago. Were we old soulmates or was that knowing something one experienced with others whenever the living truth — beyond all reason and yet beyond all shadow of doubt — unfolded itself as a greater reality in one’s awareness?


It is one thing to be told that we are immortal and quite another to experience that immortality as a fact of life! Since my past life regressions, I had begun to get glimpses into what appeared to be a never-ending continuum of lives. I knew I wanted to do this work for others.

“This, our present cycle, is the end of the age, and the next 200 years will see the abolition of death, as we now understand that great transition, and the establishing of the fact of the soul’s existence.”

Thus spoke ‘the Tibetan’, Djwhal Khul, to Alice Bailey.

“As humanity becomes soul-conscious ... death will be seen as an ‘ordered’ process, carried out in full consciousness and with understanding of cyclic purpose.”5

Such knowledge was to become commonplace in the age to come. I could foresee a future, more enlightened, civilization where we would learn both the art of living and the art of dying. No longer would we simply take for granted our mortal existence. No longer would we see it as a vale of tears through which we were condemned to journey without hope. Death would cease to be perceived as a finite ending. We would begin to understand the wider purpose of all our lives; how we exchanged bodies, rather like clothes, from one life to another.

Towards that end, the medium of Past Life Regression was still very much in its state-of-the-art infancy. But, like Wilbur and Orville Wright, somebody was going to have to build the string-bag biplanes that would first lift earthbound man’s consciousness towards the heavens. I saw that I could fly in an entirely different way and perhaps, like Jonathan Livingstone Seagull, show others how to break the barriers of mortal constraint.

Dr Timothy Leary had sought to turn on the world with LSD during the naive and reckless ‘sixties. Later he claimed that he had seen LSD as no more than the means to enter the brain’s higher levels of consciousness. According to Dr Leary the brain contained eight neurological circuits. Four of these were in the left (rational) brain-lobe and the others lay in the right (intuitive) brain-lobe. Of the two lobes it is the left that is predominantly active in our everyday waking experience (ie. the Beta state) accounting for about 10% of the brain’s capacity. The right lobe is generally more active in a meditative or sleep state (ie. Alpha, Theta and Delta levels of consciousness) and accounts for the remaining 90% of brain capacity. Seen in the context of evolution, homo sapiens had achieved control of the four ‘mini-brains’ of the left brain-lobe but remained ignorant of the vast, uncharted territory of the right brain-lobe.

Dr Leary believed that by using psychedelics it would be possible to enter the four circuits of the right brain to perceive reality through other ‘lenses’. Once the DNA code6 received this new imprint of experience our conscious and genetic evolution could be progressed. In the age of the electronic revolution it seemed inevitable that this kind of neural engineering should take place.

For a multitude of reasons the experiment ended in disaster. The gates of heaven could not be taken by storm. The path of evolution could not be forced along simply through short-circuiting the brain’s synapses or through accelerating nature’s process by the ingestion of psychedelics. With hindsight it was naive to think that science could provide an instant panacea, a pill which could liberate humanity from the evolutionary challenge of lifting itself out of its sangsara.

It is appropriate to observe here what Baba has said about mind altering substances. “At first, a drug may make the person feel strong and confident. But all drugs are unnatural in their effect on the mind, and they do positive harm to the brain and to the spiritual capacity. The spiritual aspirant, the devotee of God should not make use of drugs.” 7 It is also worthwhile noting that this includes the use of conventionally acceptable drugs such as tobacco and alcohol.

As the new age dawned, other methods of altering the consciousness were being discovered. Conventional therapists began to find that some clients would experience apparent past lives during meditative or hypnotic states (ie. in the area of 8 Hertz cycles or less). The finite constraints of past, present and future no longer appeared to hold good in this altered state. Clients seemed to be experiencing profound inner changes. The gnosis of the Regression experience began to establish itself in the West as a valid form of therapeutic healing.

In fact, certain Amerindian tribes had been practising variants of the regression technique as part of spiritual initiation since time immemorial! And according to tradition the Buddha too had taught a method of remembering past lives which involved a diving into the depths of subconscious memory.


No sooner had I undergone regression myself, I knew this was going to be an important healing technique for me — a medium that would become increasingly important in future years. I knew I wanted to be part of that future.

My first client was Janet — the Sai devotee who had so inspired me and taught me about Swami. One day, while visiting her that June, she asked me to regress her.

“Sure I will,” I replied. “But I’ll need to get my manual from London.”

Janet looked at me impatiently. “You don’t need a book. Swami will guide you!”

How could I argue with that kind of certitude? It was thus I conducted my first regression, using intuition plus the little knowledge I had retained from the memory of my own experiences on the couch. And without using anyone else’s techniques it worked. This proved it. Swami was giving me the green light and, just to make sure I could see it, had sent me one of his devotees to regress!


But did he not also remind us constantly that the “past is gone, future is not here, (that) there is only the moment”?

The therapeutic value of the regression experience lies not in the past but in the present. One does not go back into a past life experience simply to dwell there. Properly conducted, a regression will take a client back into past experiences in order to help clear the emotional blocks and traumas which are carried from one life to another in the subconscious or Astral level of being. The origins of these problems may be identified, dealt with and released once and for all. Healed of the past we became free of all the excess baggage we might have been carrying on the Astral level from one life to another. Thus we begin to gain the freedom to be here now. More fully in the eternal present.

There is always the danger of becoming embroiled with the glamour and detail — the Maya — of past lives. When that happens it is a sure sign of a hidden desire to escape from some unfinished business which remains to be dealt with. Why else should we dwell in the past?

The regression experience seems to provide a glimpse into immortality. Entering into what Dr Leary described as the seventh, neurogenetic circuit a radical shift takes place in our perception of reality. We seem to dwell outside time as if the hologram itself has changed to a higher level of consciousness. The apparent linearity of time loses its hold over us. We begin to perceive ourselves increasingly as multidimensional beings in the centre of the hologram.

As a child William Blake is said to have run downstairs from his bedroom to tell his parents that he had seen God peering at him through the window. On another occasion he returned home from school to tell them that he had seen a host of angels around the branches of a tree. His parents didn’t understand him and instead gave him a sound thrashing ... Blake went on to become one of England’s greatest visionary poets. Yet, in our more enlightened times, we are still thrashing each other with the universal put-down, “it’s only the imagination,” without ever stopping to ask ourselves what we understand by this word.

Using the medium of regression as a metaconscious vehicle it is possible to peer back at God and into eternity. For once the god within is rediscovered a real, perceptual shift begins to take place in our everyday experience of living. We find ourselves standing on the threshold of understanding the real power that lies in the energy of thought and the imagination.

We discover that we have been everything. The good and the bad, the saint and the criminal, the wise and the foolish. And all the good and the bad we have been doing we have been doing to ourselves. Once we can see that clearly we can begin to forgive ourselves. To become fully human we have to learn how to do that. In forgiving ourselves we begin to forgive others. Then, all the fallen, brawling angels might find they can pick themselves up, brush off the accumulated karmic dust of the ages, heal their wings and prepare to fly from a state of sorrow back to the bliss of their loving Mother-Father’s heavenly kingdom to join in the real adventure of co-creation with Spirit.


I had successfully accomplished my first regression healing. As soon as my old Wallingford friends discovered this they too wanted me to work with them. Soon, my holiday became a non-stop marathon of regressions. Hour after hour I carried on the work, tired but exhilarated with the excitement of success.

Of these early regressions, I felt one to be a particularly healing experience. One other among the old circle had sensed a strong link with a past in wartime Germany. As this was something we shared in common we were able to discuss it honestly without risking ridicule. It was something that disturbed him as it had me before I found a way to lay the ghost of that past. He had attempted a regression with another healer but it hadn’t worked. I had been present with him during the abortive session and guessed why the approach the healer in question took wouldn’t work. Driving back that night I told my friend, “If ever you decide to try again, let me regress you. I know it’ll work.” This particular regression presented me with a challenge that I could hardly resist since my friend had begun to think that he was unregressable.

The day had been an exceptionally busy one and I had already been working for twelve hours before arriving at my friend’s house at 11 o’clock at night. His wife had put the children to bed. An incense stick burned in the living-room and the curtains had been drawn. A tape recorder and microphones had been set up. I prayed to Swami and asked that his light should shine through me in the work I was about to do.

The session didn’t promise to be an easy one. Several times I had to take my friend through the initial relaxation process which he found particularly difficult. I just had to be patient. Finally it began to work and I could feel waves of relaxation spreading through the room as he entered more deeply into the Alpha state.

For the next four hours I took him through two lives. The first was on the eastern front of the German offensive against the Soviet Union during WWII. Through an extremely detailed past life experience he was able to trace his fears of having lived during those times.

It seems that at a very early age in that past life he had been orphaned. Brought up harshly in a religious convent he had been put off religion for life. He had never known love and grew up bereft of roots and human compassion. Later he had found meaning and security in the Hitler Youth and then the Nazi Party which became a surrogate parent and provided him with a ready-made philosophy. Thus the dark forces of national socialism had claimed him as it had millions of others. Finally he had died on the eastern front in a tank which had been blown up by the advancing Red Army.

Those crucial years had seen the enactment of a great cosmic and planetary drama when the forces of light and dark had fought out their final battle before the dawning of a new age. We are told that the real battle took place upon higher planes of existence where the forces of light won as they were bound to do. Yet it was necessary to replicate the struggle on the terrestrial level where the evil that befell the world was expressed in Adolf Hitler’s pride and arrogance. Baba has said that Hitler’s actions were activated by ego and power.

Thus he took upon himself the role of Lucifer’s representative on planet Earth. Significantly, he is reported as having once said that he was conscious of acting “with the sure, precise steps of a sleepwalker.” Understood in the context of the conscious use of dark magic in Nazi ritual and symbolism this comment suggests that Hitler was somehow aware of the puppet-like role he had opted to play for the dark forces in that incarnation.

The ghosts of that past had kept returning to my friend until he resolved to confront it, acknowledge and come to terms with it ... and then, to begin to forgive himself. In this life I knew him to be a very sensitive and gentle person whose only handicap was to suffer from a metaphysical hangover. As I had been his sometime drinking partner it seemed quite appropriate that I should administer the hangover remedy! With my own experience of an apparent past life during that war it was quite a privilege to be allowed to help heal another’s memory of that time. It has remained one of the most interesting regression healings that I have so far accomplished.

During the regression it was clear that my friend’s wife was highly distressed. She too asked for a regression. During the subsequent experience she found herself as a Ukrainian Jewess who, along with her family and community, had been delivered into the hands of the Nazis by local fascists.

Now, in another age, the two of them had been brought together to forgive and love each other and to prepare themselves for more enlightening times to come. The past was now no more than an illusion and they had both chosen to open the evolutionary door, to come through and to live more fully in the Now.


Just prior to his death the great psychiatrist, Carl Gustav Jung, was interviewed on a television programme during which he was asked if he believed in God. For a moment Jung thought about the question before replying that for him it was no longer a question of belief but of knowing.

“I know, I know!” he replied.

The Past Life Regression experience seems to trip a similar inner switch of knowing, to open us up to new dimensions of experience that lie hidden deep in the right brain. The chances are that we return to the world of consensus-normality with a somewhat altered perspective as apparently new information begins to stream through us. Reality is perceived anew as if the higher neurological circuits in the right brain cortex had taken over to reorganize the map of once-familiar terrain.

Baba was answering all my prayers. I didn’t know how I was to make a living from it but there was no question about the immensely enriching rewards my new-found role as a regressor and healer had brought into my life. To be here now would never feel the same again.


© RW 1989