Chapter VIII: “THE MOST SURPRISING SONGS”


Late one evening the following January I decided to try channelling. Earlier that day I had felt an inner urge to get all my chores done, and then to sit down with pen and paper and listen.

Sometime after 11 PM I followed this out and sat ready at the big oak table in the living-room downstairs. I wondered how long I might have to sit and wait. Perhaps several hours or maybe the entire night? And even then, would anything happen? Following Arthur’s advice I prayed and asked for protection from lower entities and vibrations.

Within about ninety seconds I was writing as fast as I could. It felt as if the sluice-gates of an inner dam had been opened. The words flowed thick and fast:

“This world, into which you have come, is only transitory,” I wrote. “It will not last forever. You come here as a visitor ... You have visited this Planet many times before. Recently, you have become consciously aware of some of these incarnations. What you have experienced is a reflection of the truth — what happened in what you call the past ... Your whole life has been full of the silent drama of your spiritual evolution. Yes! Your spiritual evolution — though you may not have recognized it as such.”

The channelling went on for about forty minutes. It ended with a request that I should remain open and aware. “That is enough for tonight,” it said and withdrew, leaving me in no doubt that the channelling was over.

Everything had happened as Arthur had told us it would. But in this instance it had taken only ninety seconds to make contact rather than several hours or days. The words had flowed without effort.

“Would you have believed that they would flow so fast? Can you not see that these messages were here for so long; that you were half-conscious of them without realizing their origin?”

In fact, I had remained unsure about the whole thing. How could I be sure that all this wasn’t some kind of inner dialogue which I was having with myself? Could it be the higher Self which had finally found a way of communicating with the little self? The questions whirred around in my head. What I could be quite sure of was that the channelling had taken place.

So the next day I sat down with pen and paper once more. Again I recorded a message about as long as the first had been and, inter alia, I was given a confirmation: “You ask if these words are true. Do not doubt them for you know whence comes doubt. Is doubt no more than the child of fear, and fear the offspring of ego? An unhappy soul remains bound to these chains and cannot see that the road to liberation is full of light and joyfulness in the very act of living in the NOW.”

Whatever doubts I might have harboured there was no question that the channellings had left me with a sense of a great inner peace and illumination as if I had been practising a light meditation for some several hours.

Over the following months I received more messages. Since Arthur’s departure Barbara and some others, including myself, agreed to continue to meet each Wednesday at her house. An aura of peace and sanctity had remained in the living-room where ‘DAVID’ and the I AM had spoken to us through Arthur. Entering the room one could sense a hallowed presence there ... deep peace ... and with it powerful energy. We all felt it.

During one of our meditations I felt myself drift off from left to right brain. By now I was accustomed to this sensation which was invariably the sign to prepare for a channelling. I had never channelled in public before and was not at all sure that then was the time to begin. So I stifled the inner message and continued silently with the group meditation.

When the others heard what had happened they were disappointed. “If you are being used in that way,” Barbara assured me, “then you shouldn’t prevent it happening. The messages might be for us all to share.”

So after that I let the messages flow unhindered as and when necessary. The public channellings were clearly different — meant for the group as a whole or for some individuals — in contrast to the personal information I might receive during a solitary sitting in my dingy little bedroom. From time to time some of the others would be given messages as well but the manner in which they were given and received was always characteristically unique to the individual concerned.

Barbara would channel mostly outside the group. Sometimes she saw lights or would sense a presence. Once while I channelled she felt a pair of hands resting lightly on her shoulders. Her husband, Chris, would normally sleep through the sessions! On one occasion their daughter, Ketta, was present at a channelling and drew a picture of a being resembling Shiva.

The overlighting presence of ‘DAVID’ remained with us in the room and seemed to provide us with the energy and inspiration to open-up to experiences that were quite unfamiliar to us. None of our group had ever belonged to a spiritualist or esoteric group before. We all felt that it had been ‘DAVID’ who had brought us together and with whom we continued to work. Every time I channelled I would enter the Alpha state and return at the end with a feeling of overwhelming serenity. But no indication was ever given concerning the identity of the one who spoke through me.


During the early months of 1985 I spent a lot of time travelling back and forth between Wallingford and Llanidloes, a quiet little town perched on the banks of the River Severn in Powys, mid-Wales. There I would stay with a friend in Short Bridge Street in a lovely old converted barn which had been built over one of the many Welsh holy wells. The sound of the Severn rushing under the bridge outside would soon wash away the residual tension of a long, 200-mile drive and the occupational pressures of my work as a substitute teacher working and living a hand-to-mouth existence. The river’s healing flow of energy brought with it the nurturing force of Gaia from the deep mountain fastness whence its waters sprang. Llanidloes nestled under those ancient mountains of Cambrian times and there I found a special magic, an elusive, feminine energy, in a part of Wales where I loved to be.

That energy seemed to open me up and I became increasingly sensitive to the surrounding hills and mountains. Each time I drove past a certain spot on the road from Worcester to Leominster I could feel my spirit leap joyously and my foot would spontaneously depress the accelerator to speed on towards the Black Mountains.

Those trips to Wales were a very special blessing during the time of solitude in which I found myself after my separation. Amongst the daily struggles I felt a powerful flood of spirituality flow into my life. Again I sensed a great aura of protection around me. In the past I had perceived this as the Christ presence. Now, I felt this presence to be Sathya Sai Baba. Often I would feel bitterly lonely. It was then that Baba would come and give me his golden darshan.1 In this way he taught me that my loneliness was nothing more than an illusion. For he was everywhere and in everything ... in every little synchronicity. I could feel him so close to me all the time and his endless love blessed each day.

Baba’s blessings poured over me everyday. I prayed to him, asking him to open my eyes and to show me my true path in life. Daily my experiences provided me with his answer. Though my friend, Catherine, with whom I stayed in Llanidloes, did not share a similar relationship with Baba she had generously opened her home to me and provided me with much understanding and warm companionship when I had most needed it.

Just above Catherine’s home lay an old marker stone which I sensed to be on a very powerful leyline.2 One day, she told me about a hill up on the mountain road near Llyn Clywedog reservoir. She called it Van Hill. I wondered if this could be Pen-y-Fan — one of the holy sites of ley energy in the British Isles — and decided to climb it before returning to Oxfordshire.

It was a blustery April afternoon when I drove up the hill as far as a car could climb. As the sun began to set I walked over several fields towards the 1,500 foot summit. The wind blew hard, buffeting me about as I approached the peak. Finally I reached the top. Once there, a panorama of mountains — range upon rocky range as far as the eye could see — greeted me. Their magnificence overawed me. All I could think to do was to get down on my knees and say the Lord’s Prayer. As I did so I felt a being standing by my side. It was the one who came through to me when I channelled. The inner scene I saw then might have been straight out of the Old Testament. For in that moment he and I both seemed to be wearing robes.

The raw wind brought tears to my eyes. I stood there, on the mountain-top, breathing the pure air that rushed around me. This was some ‘peak experience’! The kind that is never forgotten throughout a lifetime and whose image is printed indelibly in one’s memory. I watched the sun lowering itself below the peaks in the west. As its last golden rays shone on the rocky, windblown summit, higher Self stood with little self in the wonder of that moment. And they became one.


On my return to Wallingford I sat in meditation and put various questions to my Guide. “Who is it that speaks through me?” I asked.

“My name is Jacob,” came the reply. “It was I who was with you on the mountain. Now I reveal myself. And now you understand why you were attracted to that mountain and why you had to climb it even though it was late in the day!”3

Later I was to discover that ‘Jacob’ was he who spoke through Arthur as ‘DAVID’ — that both were individualized aspects of the one holy eternal Being, outside duality and the finite separation of time. The spirit guides would appear within us as beams of light and consciousness. That was why whenever ‘Jacob’ spoke through me I felt as if a serene light had entered me.

At other times I would call it ‘Baba’s golden darshan’. I had first experienced this in the middle of the night. Normally I slept well. That previous evening, I had experienced a heavy bout of loneliness and depression. This brought on insomnia. It was half-past three in the morning. However much I tried to read or sleep I couldn’t. Then I heard ‘Jacob’ telling me to get up, make myself a hot drink and to start channelling. My first reaction to this advice was, “How ridiculous! What time is this to start doing that?” But the instructions were repeated persistently so finally I gave up and went downstairs into the kitchen to make some tea.

The message came through as soon as I sat down with a writing-pad.

“Do not despair. You are undergoing a test and at the moment you cannot see the purpose of this experience. Your ego must be held in rein. You are hurt (by certain personal events) and driven back into loneliness ... but see the difference between being alone and loneliness. You need to be alone and to develop the urgings of your inner spirit. I have work to give you as a channel ... get up early this morning and sit down again for channelling ... I cannot emphasize enough that you must stay open to spirit — and particularly at this time. The answer to your question about your life’s vocation lies very much in your listening to the inner silence. So apply yourself to it ... yes, write your letter to Swami ... continue with the important work of self-healing and helping others ... keep up your poetry. And finish the poem you have started. It too is important.

“You know where your healing and salvation lies. So why fear? Fear comes through forgetfulness. See that it can act to remind you what you should be doing. Remain heedful, loving, open, gentle, generous in spirit. Above all, keep listening to spirit. Let it guide you when your ego is helpless.”

“O, child of spirit, listen!”

“You hear the eternal call of your chosen destiny. Open the windows of your soul. See the world as it truly is! Hear the voice of truth. Remember the pact you all made once: ‘NOT MY WILL BUT THINE.’ You have the gift of words. Why not use this gift in the name of the beloved one? Keep walking on the path of love and light and you stay true to yourself.”

“I am Jacob — your guide from the higher planes of existence. You are with many others harbingers of the dawn. You were all those incarnations that have surfaced into your memory: Amerindian, Egyptian, Buddhist monk, Essene ... honour your past. Work with it. Now go with God ... go with your Spirit ... farewell for now. ADONAI.”


For years, I had felt the urge to write a book. But about what? What were the experiences I could share with others? My life had seemed mundane enough. It was only more recently that things had become decidedly more colourful. ‘Jacob’ seemed to be confirming that I should after all follow my intuition and write. And the poem he had mentioned was one that I had started for my soulmate. Gradually it dawned on me that this soulmate for whom I yearned so much was none other than the Lord!

The message left me feeling reassured and peaceful. I returned to bed, closed my eyes and awaited sleep. But still I felt cold and alone in this bleak room. I was thirty-eight years old and very much in need of a woman with whom to share my life. Especially at moments like this, I thought. Just then through my inner eye I saw him, Baba, in a glowing orange-red robe, standing by my bedside. He began to scatter golden flower petals over me. I knew this to be the most serene blessing. His golden darshan. As the petals floated gently over me I forgot the chilliness of the room and felt myself drifting into a warm, blessed sleep, happy to know that he was so close to me no matter where I was.


The beautiful, poster-size picture of Baba that Janet had given me adorned my flat and radiated vibrations of peace all around it. Now, through an acquaintance of her’s, I was able to contact a woman who practised past-life regression.4 For years, I had wanted to undergo regression and to re-experience possible past lives. Since my dramatic stay in Germany I knew that I simply had to find a way of discovering whether the disturbing experience of having been shot down over London in WWII was real or not.

One day that summer I drove to Cricklade in Wiltshire with a friend, Chris, for my first regression experience. As we drove past White Horse Hill that evening I felt myself to be travelling on a rainbow and to be approaching the pot of gold that lay at the end of it. There couldn’t have been a better time to undergo an initiation into past lives.

An hour or so later we sat in the regressor’s house. I didn’t feel at all nervous, seeing the experience upon which I was just about to embark as Baba’s blessing. After a chat and a cup of tea we decided to get on with the regression. I lay down on a living-room sofa, put some vibhuti5 on the centre of my forehead, closed my eyes and relaxed. The regressor induced the Alpha state by counting back from ten to one and then taking me back to a pleasant childhood experience. She left me there for a few seconds and then counted backwards again from twenty to one, suggesting that I would find myself entering the life I had led prior to my present one.

Even before she had finished the count I was there. Once more I saw the dark silhouettes and shark-like fins of the glass-nosed Heinkel 111 bombers as they took off in formation to fly over the English Channel on a night raid.

“Where are you?” the regressor asked me.

“Up in the sky!” I replied in a shaky voice.

“You’re floating, are you?” she asked, thinking that I was experiencing an intermediate state between lives.

“No. My heart’s beating fast. I’m frightened. I’m in the sky!” I saw a German in his mid-‘thirties wrapped in a flying-suit, hunched forwards looking out through the glass nose of one of the bombers.

“Morning ... we start early in the morning ... we’re flying our ‘planes to Britain ... I know this is the last sortie ...I feel frightened but I know it’ll all be over...”

At that point, the regressor took me out of this experience and into another past life. But hours later I could feel a soreness where my heart had banged hard in fear.

Other lives were revealed to me, some of them very spiritually meaningful. One life, as a Navajo plains Indian shaman6, I found particularly so. It had been a fairly recent experience during the last days of the tribes before the Battle of Wounded Knee. Here it seemed was where I got my Amerindian medicine man from ... the one who had been with me since the early LSD sessions in the ‘seventies.

The whole session had been taped and later on I made a transcription of every word. What a wealth of experience seemed to lie within! Over the years I had received intimations of other lives. Now, like some incredible movie, it unravelled itself before my eyes!

“Keep going,” I heard the inner Sai say. “There’s more to be revealed!”

When I had first heard that tantalizing inner voice it had left me beside myself with curiosity. What more was there to discover? It was as if two antennae were sprouting from my frontal brain lobes, searching for the energies beaming down from the mandala vision. But another part of me kept questioning everything I experienced.

Were these apparent past lives no more than the product of an overly fertile imagination? And what was the imagination, anyway? Where were these vivid experiences stored and how could they flow into one’s conscious mind so easily? I was amazed at the highly-detailed stories of other times and places I discovered within me. Time and Space had fused together into an incredible reality. Through the experience I began to perceive that Time was really the metaphysical expression of Space. Through the regression medium we were able to travel, astro-noetically, through the inner spaces on the fourth and higher dimensions.

Though born in a Buddhist culture, my own upbringing had been protestant Christian. It was much later that I had begun to learn about karma and reincarnation and that both had been an essential part of the early Christian gnosis.7 It was only after the powerful life-death experiences I had undergone with LSD that I had begun to think seriously about the whole question of reincarnation and immortality. Archetypal images would continue to emerge into my conscious years later. I found them disturbing. Walking down a particular road, for example, I would suddenly experience a chilling sense of déja vu and get goose pimples. What did it mean? At first, I had thought of these experiences as flashbacks of the old LSD sessions. Then I began to realize that they were far more than that.

About then I came across Krishnamurti and through reading him understood that my fear of past lives was actually caused by the ego struggling to maintain its dominance and separation from the rest of the life experience. My fears were less to do about physical death than the letting-go, dying of the ego which kept blocking and suppressing the inner experiences that called out to be recognized and understood. I began to see that as long as I ignored the call and continued to hide inside the ego my life would grind to a standstill. I could not evolve or progress without experiencing the pain that was caused inevitably by my forcing the lid onto a pot that was ready to explode like a spiritual volcano!

Many years later, reading Dr Samuel Sandweiss’ book, SPIRIT AND THE MIND, I understood better my old fears. Dr Sandweiss, quoting an exponent of transpersonal psychology, observed that mortal fear, or angst, existed wherever there was a separate self suffering the terror of life and death.

“Human existence is afraid of as well as anxious about its ‘being-in-the-world.’ We seek to escape that angst by denying or suppressing the actual and precarious nature of existence itself.”8 We tranquillized ourselves with the trivial and ran away from both life and death like Samuel Beckett’s characters in the theatre-of-the-absurd play, WAITING FOR GODOT.

I had tried to run away into normality and found it just wouldn’t work. I had opened inner doors of experience which stayed open long after I thought I had closed them. And the sense of separation between inner and outer which had resulted cried out desperately for healing. Hence the long years of inner unhappiness and depression. And the mandala visions in which it seems I had glimpsed the Grail of my salvation.

“The mind first creates, and is then humbled by, profound suffering and the stark vision of our aloneness. Searching to transcend the mind, we are driven to plead from our hearts for mercy, as we sense no way out of the existential dilemma but by God’s special grace ... the gift of love that engenders love.”9 I remembered having undergone precisely that kind of suffering on a freezing sub-zero winter night, wheezing with asthma and inner panic, when I had seen the image of a pilot trying in desperation to save a crippled airliner from crashing. And then the Christ presence had made itself known.

During those eventful days in 1984 and 1985 I underwent an accelerated course of experiential growth. The drama of rediscovering love’s gift, emanating from within and without in the form of Sai Baba, enacted itself through countless daily experiences too numerous to mention. It was clear now that my experiences in Germany had opened the way to more than a past-life recollection. That in itself was an amazing revelation as far as I was concerned. But what I was having to look at was something whose meaning went far deeper. Whether I chose to or not I could no longer run away from my fears. I had to face them, examine them, and understand their origin.

In Germany I had taken the decision to enter into that process and, by making that decision, had opened the flood gates of inner healing that flowed into me like a river of compassion and wisdom. Now the past-life regression experience had not only provided me with a fascinating insight into other lives but gave me a greater understanding of the soul’s evolution throughout the continuum of life experiences provided over a period of not one but several lives.

From this inner knowing came a sense of self-empowerment. I went back for a second regression a few weeks later. Something inside began to fall into place. In the months that followed I found myself beginning to sense, within me, a sense of immortality. It seemed that I had lived and died many times before ... just to be alive now to know this. To know that I need no longer perceive myself as the victim of angst.


That July, before the Gurupurnima10 celebrations, at the Westminster Central Hall in London, I met Sir George Trevelyan. Many had told me of this ubiquitous knight of the new age. It seemed no coincidence that I should have met him on that particular day. He had the aura of a prophet about him. I embraced him like a dear, long-lost friend.

“What can I do for you?” he asked me. I mumbled something about being instructed by spirit to help create a light centre. How this centre was to come about and how I would be involved in it remained a mystery. Besides, Sir George must have met thousands of converts to the new age with similar projects and visions. The important thing, it seemed, was that we had met on that special day. I was sure that we would meet again.

Sir George’s forty-five minute speech from the rostrum was greeted with a standing ovation. I remember being one of the first to get up on my feet to applaud. As usual he inspired the audience of mainly Sai devotees with his brave vision of the future and his masterly use of language. It was in this huge hall that I had attended the first World Disarmament Conference in 1981. Then there had been a sense of urgency as well as a heavy air of fear for the future that day. Four years had elapsed since then and the madness of the arms race continued unabated. But today was different. It was a day of celebrating our emergence into the Light.

Soon it would be Baba’s 60th Birthday — a most auspicious time in the life of an Avathar and his planetary mission. Sir George emphasized that fact.

"We are looking at the most extraordinary phenomenon in our time. Here we live in a world in which a great many people are greatly disturbed and even in despair, when all sorts of dark forces are rampaging about, and doing damage and harming and creating fear. And within this comes the supreme hope in our age of turmoil. A tremendous realization that God is in action, amongst us, and there is the possibility of redemption through the power of love.” On that darker day, when I had heard voices warn of first strike scenarios and the nuclear madness that had overtaken the superpowers, I could not have foreseen the possibility of such a hope.

“What a tremendous age we live in!” exclaimed Sir George, exuding the magic that had earned him the respect and love of so many throughout the world. “You see, if the materialists and the rationalists are right, the world is so bad, so mad, so wicked and so ignorant, that nothing is going to stop disaster. Somebody is going to push that damned button, and we shall end with a searing flame, if we’re not washed out by tidal waves before, or frozen out by a new Ice Age. That is the kind of world we live in ... But there is another factor, wholly ignored in our politics, our economics, even our ecology ...God in action, the spiritual world.”

Despite all the bad news — the “news of degenerate man,” as he put it — we lived in eventful times when the prophecies were coming true.

“We are living out this great saga, this vast drama — we all have a part to play in it — and this drama involves the actual entry of God into the scene. And He has entered. And He has manifested Himself as Sai Baba. ‘The calamity which has come upon mankind will be averted. A new Golden Age will recur. I shall not fail. It is not in the nature of avatars to fail.’”

Here it was. The coming to fulfilment of the great dream that had guided humanity through countless ages of trials and tribulation. And on this historic day, here was this wonderful prophet, standing on the rostrum — so frail but so full of vital energy — proclaiming that the great day was upon us.

“And we who are the forerunners of the new vision — who realize the possibility and are prepared to act as if it were true, that God is in everything and that God is alive and with us in the world now — we can then work creatively with this power. This is the greatest honour we can do to Sai Baba on this day coming up to his birthday, that we really recognize that we can dedicate ourselves to working in these tremendous events at the end of the century ... Let us in that sense sing together!: ‘Awake! awake! the world is young, For all its weary years of thought, The starkest fights must still be fought, The most surprising songs be sung!’”

As soon as Sir George ended the applause began. It went on and on. He had inspired the audience with his magnificent oration. Suddenly I saw a ray of sunshine shoot through a tiny window, to the left of the stage in the huge hall, to shine right on me. The man seated next to me noticed and told me how blessed I was. I was so embarrassed I didn’t know where to look. But it was true. I was so glad I hadn’t allowed my introverted tendencies to keep me at home that day — for I had almost changed my mind about driving to London at the last moment. But I had heard Baba say, “Go on. It’s on me. Go and enjoy yourself!” And then, Baba had blessed me with his light on Gurupurnima day...


My whole life experience became one of moving from the shadows into the light. Something new was being born. Sometimes, the energy that came through was so powerful it left me feeling like an overcharged battery.

“Be careful what you ask of God,” Arthur had told us once. “He might give just it to you!”

Praying before Baba’s picture one afternoon I had asked him to open my eyes and to show me my true path in life. Had I known what his answer would be I might never have had the courage to ask! Almost as soon as the request had been made a line of verse began to float through my head, literally from left brain to right, as if it were fusing the two together.

...”And out of the darkened sky came a great light...”

I went downstairs to the living-room table and started to write. Something very powerful was coming through. Never had I felt this kind of energy before. Baba seemed to be presenting me with a revelation. The visual images I received were more magnificent than anything I could remember from the movie, Close Encounters.

In the vision that followed, I could see the Grail star ship that I had first seen after Baba’s birthday. But now it descended over Glastonbury Tor.11 As it did so, great laser beams of light appeared from its underside. The beams swept the area around the Tor as if the star ship was searching for marker points. As the energy it released swept down the beams to touch the Earth a surge of celestial electricity began to enter the planet. It was the marriage of Heaven and Earth.

The Hopi prophecies had forecast such a happening.

When Tagashala and the enlightened teachers
begin to open the veil of the crack between the worlds,
we will see our memory circles.
All kivas and sacred power spots will come alive
in 1986 and be totally awakened.

But at that time I knew of neither the prophecies nor the meaning of this strange vision. All I could do was to channel what came through. A kind of holy madness had taken me over. From time to time I was guided to one book and then another. Finally I had before me a picture of the return of King Arthur — the solar deity represented by Sagittarius in the cosmic zodiac — who brought back to the planet the light that had been lost so long ago. Here it seems was Baba’s answer to my prayer...


THE VISION OF SAGITTARIUS

“And out of the darkened sky came a great light from the East. The hill of St. Michael's Tor began to glow as a great sky ship approached from above; its laser-lights making the night into day.

Those of us gathered on the hill of the Chalice, stood wide-eyed in wonderment as the great Ark descended from the starry heavens and drew near, its white light-beams sweeping the land below, seeking out ancient energy markers.

Then it shone so brightly with a new energy we had to shield our eyes from its power. Yet we knew the shape and substance of the great Ship of Solomon as well as the meaning of the visitation.

For the ship had many lights — twelve below and nine above — and from each shone the pure, bright beam of understanding on those who had cleansed and prepared their souls for this Revelation.

Below the Ark shone twelve great searcher beams ... each the name of the twelve Eternal Ones of the cosmic Zodiac. And by these revelations returned to the Mother the twelve of the Round of Avallon, for as the complete Cycle approaches its end so the Game of the eternal quest must start anew and waiting souls move onward.

And, from the silv’ry body of the Ark’s roof, appeared nine wondrous angels of Light: the seven Elohim in all their raiments of colour. And before them stood the cherubim and seraphim of Aquarius: Archer and Saqmaquil.

Then from amidst the seven glorious rays of the archangels, opened a great golden Eye. And from it arose the terrible, burning fires of the Sun.

So, Ahura, the Lord of Light, returned to his rightful throne on high and the many true names of the One were spoken by those who stood in awe on the hill of Aquarius. And throughout the land, the voice of the returning Monarch was heard as the Father proclaimed to all the fullness of his Being.

Light, music and Joy Eternal greeted him as the Mother released her celestial energies, bathing the Vale of Avallon and all the Planet in a wondrous Dance of Creation. We knew in our hearts that the Time of the Changes was come.

Thus we who were there recall this great Vision of the Night of Sagittarius, knowing that the nine powers of the Eternal Way have announced and taken their earthly residence in the name of the Blissful One.

The Lord of all Being has spoken this Night and his energy radiates in ever-increasing glory from the glass hill of Mikaal. Burning, burning ever stronger, the dazzling song of Jerusalem’s beacon-light returns. Harbinger of the Coming Dawn!"


In the zodiac, Sagittarius was not only King Arthur’s sign but also Baba’s. A holistic web of truth seemed to link ancient, Celtic myth to the present-day actuality of Baba’s avathara. Baba’s had been no human conception and his coming had been long prophesied by every major world religion. The myth of the cosmic Zodiac, it appeared, was being enacted in our time, before our eyes, as a living saga.

Only four months later — on Baba’s 60th birthday in November 1985 — was the meaning of the revelation revealed to me in more detail. According to prophecy, the planet Earth was being re-energized with cosmic energy to prepare it for much greater psycho-physical changes to follow in subsequent years. Through his vision, Baba had revealed to me how major power-centres such as Glastonbury would be re-energized in the months to come.

As soon as I had written out the channelling, I typed it up, and — along with the picture of the star ship over the Tor — made several photocopies of it. I decided to take a copy personally to Sir George Trevelyan at his home in the west country.


Power centres are real. Usually, they are found on sites where for geological reasons planetary kinetic energy is more in evidence. Power centres like Glastonbury are ‘junctions’ where planetary leylines — Gaia’s energy meridians — converge and cross over. Such places may cause radical psychic shifts or altered states of consciousness in an individual. These shifts may be experienced positively or negatively ... or in both ways. The raw neutral electricity of ley energy will invariably reflect that duality.

As we make the ascent into the sunnier uplands of our being we must also traverse the darker valleys. Their shadows resonate, like with like, against the testing double-edged energies of the leys. Only recently with the planetary changes has the light begun to shine brightly and clearly once more from the old energy centres. During such a testing in Glastonbury I became aware of St. Michael’s angelic presence standing over the Tor, a burning Sword of Light in his hand. Was this not the same flaming Sword (symbol of the dual Cosmic energies) that guarded Eden?

My visits to Glastonbury were opening me up. I became aware of growing psychic links with the area. My third eye seemed to be opening and at one point it felt as if I had had an iron rivet driven into my forehead! It seemed as if I knew Glastonbury from other lives. I learnt that myths did not die but continued to live eternally on the higher dimensions of human experience. They might provide us with perceptual keys. When used reverently, and for the general good, these became part of a powerful psychic tool kit. But carelessly handled, they could cause us to lose ourselves in a never-never land of the ego’s shadows and illusions.

During the voyage into the age of Aquarius we shall, each of us, rediscover those inner secrets and mandala dreams that are part of our personal myth. By working with them we may free ourselves from the thrall of materialism and be born anew on this and other dimensions. We shall know the universe through knowing ourselves. This was the truth that the Greeks carved above the temple-door at Delphi.

As each age dawns so a baptism into that age takes place for each individual and through such an initiation we become the Lord’s servants and light-bearers. Now we are approaching the time when humanity shall resume its proper role as co-creator with Spirit in its eternal voyage of love through creation. So the time of the mass baptisms, the initiations, has returned.

What we read and learn in books and from others serves its purpose. But ultimately it is what we hear in our hearts that provides us with our compass bearings on this voyage. Each of us would appear to make the journey alone. But evolution is both collective and personal. Though each of us will be asked to open ourselves to the living experience of spirit within and without, subjective and objective, we may find ourselves among an increasing number of like-souls travelling along the same eternal way.

The paths back to Spirit are as many and varied as there are individual aspects of the Divine. Yet we are all making our way back to the one Divine source. Ever since the human race fell from grace and ego separated us from Spirit we have been on the way home.


Baba had certainly opened my eyes! That August I took the Vision of Sagittarius to Sir George. It was the first time we had met since Gurupurnima and I asked him to join with some of us in a meditation — on Baba’s birthday later that year — focussing on the re-energizing of the planetary power centres. He planned to be in Hamburg on the day but promised to link-up anyway.

During the subsequent conversation he and I got to discuss the Findhorn Foundation. For some time I had known about this new age community that was building a ‘planetary village’ in the far north of Scotland. I had wondered if it might be the kind of place where I might find the kind of life I sought.

“Try Findhorn,” Sir George replied, “and, by all means, mention my name if you like.”

I decided to go there on an Experience Week as soon as I could spare the time and the expense. Something seemed to tell me that at Findhorn my divided self would find its healing.


© RW 1989