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It is a tribute to our skills as therapists, but
just as importantly, it is a tribute to the type of therapy we do, that
our relationship survives those challenges. Hypnotherapy is client centered,
not therapist centered, which diminishes a great deal of the transference
clients are apt to place on a therapist. Thus a personal relationship
is far less likely to be compromised by the therapy, and the therapy far
less likely to be compromised by a personal relationship.
Pamela
Three months after I arrived, Merrien left the offices,
and I happily began to set up my practice. There were still many challenges
to be met, however, so in addition to our own therapy work, Hugh and I
began channeling our Higher Selves for guidance.
Channeling, like religion, suffers from the company
it sometimes keep. However, to trance channel does require preparation
and precaution. A spirit can name itself anyone or anything. Spirits do
lie. How does one know whether a spirit is telling the truth? How does
one know a Spirit´s information is to the higher good? Intuitive
knowing is one way, reason another. Yet ego is quick to stifle both intuition
and reason when it wants desperately to believe. Anyone who would channel
spirit would do well to anchor first with The Higher Self and to rely
on its guidance, wisdom, protection, and discernment.
One day, as Hugh´s Higher Self was speaking through
him, it did something quite unexpected. "One moment," it said,
and paused. Then, after a moment or two had passed, another energy began
to speak. (Since the voice box of the channel is being used, the voice
of anyone using that channel will sound, of course, like the channel´s
voice. However, syntax and grammar may vary greatly, as will the manner
of speaking.)
"He is to close the doors to this place and leave,"
the voice said. "It is time to begin teaching."
"Who speaks?" I asked.
"Spirit."
"What spirit?"
"Higher Spirit."
"Teach what?" I inquired.
"Teach what the Spirit brings through you, Pamela.
Teach the messages of God. Teach how to heal and to feel and to be a part
of that message. Teach the Word. And the Word IS the Word. And ALL the
Words are the Word. And the Word will come like a breath through Pamela."
I wasn´t certain what to make of that, but I
proceeded on doggedly with the "important" matter at hand. "Move
where?" I asked.
"I am aware," the ´voice´ continued,
´there is a one story, yes pink, rather large building that needs
to be occupied by such as yourselves."
"Do you know how we would find this place?"
I asked.
"I see it," Spirit answered.
"Hmmm, big help" I thought and pressed on with,
"Is it here in this valley?"
"Yes."
"Is there something near it Hugh might know?"
"Yes."
"What is it near?"
"I don´t know the terms."
"Is there a landmark nearby?"
"Trees."
"Trees," I repeated, thinking how unhelpful
this Spirit was being.
"Openness. Acres of land."
"Is it near the mountains?"
"Not near the mountains."
Are there other buildings around it?"
"Some distance away."
"Is there a road name?"
"I see none."
"Do you know directions?" I pressed, feeling
frustration creeping in.
"I see northwest."
"Northwest of the valley?"
"North northwest IN the valley."
"Thank you. And Spirit, shall we continue our therapy
practices?"
Spirit: replied, "Some people are open to therapy
and they will benefit. Others are not open, and so would not benefit.
Teaching ALL how they can and may benefit is wise for you to do. Many
people are not willing or ready for change."
Hugh stretched and opened his eyes. I explained to
him what had happened, as he does not stay in his body when he channels
and is not aware of what has occurred. I read to him what Higher Spirit
had said then remarked, "Not very precise directions were they?"
Hugh was looking at me as though I had sprouted horns.
"Just who or what, exactly, do you suppose this Higher Spirit is,
my dear?" He asked me, his voice calm, but distinctly cool.
I looked at him, shocked. "You mean you don´t
know?" (I thought he knew everything.)
"I don´t trust spirits," he said slowly,
"that tell people what to do, nor do I intend to ever allow anyone,
especially spirit, to mind my business. I´ve worked hard and long
to build up this center. I´m NOT going to close the doors. And if
I were, which I´m not, it wouldn´t be to go wandering around
the countryside spouting about God."
"Oh," I said. "Would you be open to some
NMR?"
NMR of Hugh´s Higher Self said the Spirit we
had heard from was from a level higher than the Higher Selves and that
it had spoken truthfully and accurately. "Hmmmph," was Hugh´s
only comment.
The next day Hugh suggested I speak to his Higher Self
while he was in trance and ask directly about the spirit that had spoken
and its information. I agreed and guided him into trance. When I had accessed
his Higher Self, I asked if the spirit that had spoken to us the day before
could be trusted.
"Indeed," replied the Higher Self, "it
is Higher Spirit and it will speak now."
Again, the spirit from the day before began speaking.
It said: "If you do not move, Jeremiah will have his way."
I knew who Jeremiah was. Hugh had explained him as
a friendly spirit that hung around the offices. He played with the lights
a great deal, particularly in sessions with clients who knew of his presence.
I´d seen far too much evidence of Jeremiah, and his abilities, to
doubt his existence.
"How will Jeremiah have his way?" I asked.
"He will burn down the building you are now in,"
said Higher Spirit,
"How soon?" I asked.
"Two weeks, in your time," was the answer.
Afterwards, when I read what had been said, Hugh was
furious. "I refuse to be told what to do AND threatened with consequences
if I don´t do it!" He protested vehemently. "This spirit
does not sound very spiritual to me. I don´t trust it."
On the other hand, he trusted NMR and his Higher Self.
Again, NMR testing - done VERY precisely under Hugh´s careful scrutiny
- said the information given by the Spirit that had just spoken was accurate.
I found Hugh an hour later, staring at the client files,
research records, equipment, supplies, and books that filled his suite
of offices. The thought of even the possibility of losing all of it to
fire was intolerable. Nor was there any denying Jerimiah´s ability
to manipulate electricity. There had often been electrical shorts - causing
lights in various rooms of the offices to dim or blink - that no electrician
could isolate or explain. Even as we stood there, the lights above us
began to blink in an irregular pattern! Swallowing hard, Hugh looked at
me and I looked at him. "Rancho Mirage and Palm Springs are north-west
of here," he said slowly. "They are urban and expensive areas.
Do you realize how much a place with acres of open land would cost? It´s
impossible right now. We need to get more information about this Spirit
and why it is directing us to move there. And if it is, we need to have
better directions on finding it." So, I guided Hugh into trance once
more and asked for the Spirit that was guiding us to move.
"I am here," it said.
"I shall call you Master of Spirit," I began,
"as you are of Higher Spirit and are clearly a Master."
"Very well," Master of Spirit responded.
"I would like to know more about you. Who are you
exactly and why are you addressing us?"
"I am the knowledge with no name. You are the ancient
catalyst. Maybe now he can take the knowledge out of my place to those
who are ready to receive or to benefit. He has fear. The fear can only
be reversed through the opposite. The opposite is love. He needs to address
love. As was given, you are that love. You are the catalyst. Help him
find reason to address the blocks. He must learn trust. Otherwise, fear
will block all off."
"Can you give us more precise directives for finding
the pink building of which you spoke?" I asked.
"Fear holds you back. If you believe,
it will appear. If you scour and scrub, with nose to the floor, you will
not see the place that I describe."
After Hugh came out of hypnosis, I read back to him
what Master of Spirit had said. "Well, let´s find it then,"
he said with a sigh and opened the newspaper to rentals.
"I´ll call," I said, "you start making
the moving arrangements." I called every ad in the paper for rental
or leased houses. I´d already figured out Master of Spirit was talking
about a house because we certainly couldn´t afford offices in Rancho
Mirage or Palm Springs in addition to my townhouse and Hugh´s apartment.
We would just have to live together (about time, I thought) and have our
offices in our home. I asked each person who answered if the house advertised
was pink. While a surprising number offered to paint their houses pink,
not one of the houses was already pink.
I called the very last ad in the paper. The Realtor
said, "No, that house isn´t pink." As I was about to hang
up, she said, "Oh wait a minute. Everyone around here refers to it
as the pink house, but I don´t know why. It´s locked, but
if you´d like to go look at the outside, you could call me back
if you´re interested. It´s on Venus Drive in Rancho Mirage."
I took the address, chuckling at the thought of two hypnotherapists on
Venus Drive in Rancho Mirage. At the end of the day, Hugh and I drove
out to look at it.
It was at the end of a dead-end street, and there were
two restaurants some distance away. There were trees in front, but the
house definitely wasn´t pink. It was beige-white with a terra-cotta
tile roof. We walked around to the back of the house. There was a swimming
pool, a large yard with several trees, and a brick wall surrounding all
of it. Beyond the brick wall were acres of open land. Hugh laughed. "Well,"
he said, still chuckling, "no-one said it would be OUR land."
Wanting to see the inside of the house and knowing
sometimes Realtors forget to lock up houses after they show them, Hugh
tried the back French door. It was locked tight. We walked around the
house, trying the side doors; they were locked, too. When we walked to
the back again, Hugh said we´d have to wait and see the house the
next day. We started to walk away, when I stopped. "Wait," I said.
"I know this is the house. If I´m right, Master of Spirit will
open the door."
I walked to the French door, put my hand on the knob,
turned it down, and the door opened. Hugh jumped at least a foot. "I
just tried that!" He protested, ashen faced, "And it was locked
tight."
"I know," I said, quietly. "Let´s
go in."
We carefully slipped through the vertical blinds that
draped the French doors and stepped into the living room. The wall to
wall carpeting in the living room was pink. The tiled floors around the
living room were pink. The white walls, in the glow of the setting sun
reflected all that pink. It was like walking straight into a pink cloud.
"No wonder they call it the pink house," we said in unison. (Later,
when Hugh replaced some light fixtures, he discovered the walls had once
been pink as well.)
The next day we did another session with Master of
Spirit. The first thing I asked was: "Is the house we found yesterday
the house you have led us to?"
Master of Spirit: "Yes."
"Was that you that opened the door?" I asked.
"Shocked you both."
"It isn´t pink outside." I protested.
"Didn´t say outside," Master of Spirit
replied and added that were to offer the owners $200 a month less than
they were asking as they would take that amount.
After the session, Hugh was again dubious. "The
amount they are asking is already below market value," he argued.
"Why would they go even lower?" Nevertheless, we called the Realtor
and offered $200 a month less.
"Impossible," she retorted. She called back
two hours later and asked when we could sign the lease. The owners had
agreed to the lower amount if we would do our own gardening. Hugh, the
man of roses, beamed.
We were all moved in by the deadline Master of Spirit
had set. We´d given away three offices worth of furniture, as we´d
have no room for them. We kept two offices of furniture to turn the spare
bedroom into my office and the small, formal dining room into Hugh´s
office. Still, Hugh was very unhappy having his practice in his home.
He didn´t consider it professional. I was comfortable with the idea.
I´d practiced out of my home in Hawaii without any problems, and
this was a far nicer home. Besides, hadn´t Master of Spirit told
us we would be doing more teaching of the masses than individual therapy
work? I pointed this out to Hugh and that´s where he put his foot
down. "We do teach, we have a school," he said firmly, surveying
the living room to see how many students we could comfortably seat.
"I don´t think the school is what Master
of Spirit had in mind," I chided.
"Spirit does not run our lives," he responded.
"We do."
I shook my head and raised my eyebrows, but said nothing.
While I believed Master of Spirit, I trusted Hugh. I would, I decided,
wait to see what else Master of Spirit had to say. As it turned out, it
had a great deal to say.
Master of Spirit "You are here, as are others,
for a very important mission. You are here to help save humans. Nature
has had enough of humans. They do not honor or respect Nature, which supports
them, but seek, instead, through corruption and greed, to destroy their
beautiful earth. This cannot last. Humans face destruction on a massive
scale. Destruction they have brought upon themselves. Many think they
can escape this destruction by preparing for it. This is not true. All
humans will be destroyed if the destruction comes. And Man will return
to the pre-historic age to begin the struggle through evolution once again.
A struggle on a planet that must slowly rebuild itself, for Man´s
destruction will destroy great land masses. This future can still be averted.
Some people have lost faith it can be done, and have given up hope. Others
teach and preach denial; saying this future has already been averted,
or that humans are not in peril on such a massive scale. These people,
and the spirits that guide them, are well meaning, thinking they are helping
to avert disaster. This, too, is folly. Humans have chosen, by their actions,
this future. Humans must exert their will, NOW, to change that which they
have created. Spirit will help, but it cannot over-rule the human will,
for the path of choice is the path of earth souls. Choice is your birth
right. You must choose. You must choose knowingly, each of you. No-one
can hide your choices from you, or lead you blindly to them. Choose. Choose
now. Choose wisely. You must teach the people what Spirit teaches you"
"When," I asked Master of Spirit, "will
this destruction come?"
"Soon, it has already begun," was the answer.
"Move now."
How? That´s what Hugh and I wanted to know. We
were two people, obscure people at that. How were we to convince people
we weren´t crazy. How were we to convince people Master of Spirit
was real and its information accurate? How would we support ourselves
sharing with people information that would, we had no doubt, make us very
unpopular? Most importantly, how were we to tell them they could change
the future in the short time remaining when we didn´t know how ourselves?
We took our concerns to Master of Spirit:
Master of Spirit: "You, Pamela, know how.
You are one of the Masters to bring the information to save the populace,
if it is willing to be saved. If not, you will have done your work and
return. The education is the work, the learning processes and information
made available. Each must teach themselves, or move out of the way for
the earth will not tolerate this any longer. There is a cloaked figure,
that seems to be of another dimension, from ancient times of earthly records,
that is with you, and will guide you in teaching how [humans] may effectively
change the path the human race is taking now. She may be recognized as
a Master or may serve her time as a Master incognito. She will indeed
serve as she has now, and has been serving for many years. This is not
an easy task for any Master, for they resist greatly the Master´s
teaching. She will be very famous for her work, whether it is recognized
or not by the human, but by the Masters, who respect each other greatly.
She has a Master´s highest role. The word, in ancient times, of
human record, is Ra. Ra, meaning the God like energy, which like a mantle
of authority to the Master, rides her yoke gently, but steadfastly. As
to how you will change the future in the short time left, the one that
shall do this, with the aid of enough human minds, joins you now. Heed
this one well."
As Master of Spirit stopped speaking, a subtle, but
definite, radiance spread across Hugh´s face, and a blue light that
I had often noted around Hugh when he taught or channeled began to spread
throughout the room.
"Look around, what do you see?" Hugh´s
voice, sounding different from Master of Spirit or his Higher Self, asked.
"I see blue," I answered.
The voice laughed. "Then call me Blue, although
I am all colors, for I am Light."
"How can we help you?" I asked.
The voice began to laugh heartily. "I am here to
help you," it said, when it stopped laughing. "For I am Light."
"How can you help us then?" I asked. (It would
be years before I realized Light has consciousness and that "Blue",
as we affectionately called Light for several months, IS that consciousness.)
"I will be with you. We have much to do. Ask for
me when I can be of service."
We have asked many times for Master of Light, as we
eventually called him. (Master of Light spoke for the first five years
through Hugh, so we refer to Master of Light as male, though "he"
is, of course, genderless.) One of the first things we asked for, from
Master of Light, was financial support for our "mission". We thought
it a reasonable request.
Master of Light reminded us of what we already knew:
spirit can only work through and with human consciousness to affect the
earth planes and material matter within it. The financial funds for our
work would come, we were told, but only after we cleared our own subconscious
minds of mental and emotional blocks to receiving it and had totally focused
our conscious efforts on the work we were to do for Spirit. [And humankind.]
Meanwhile, other spirits appeared, asking to help in
any way they could. Knowing we would need to have someone with promotional
skills to help us, I asked the spirit world to "bring us the world´s
greatest promoter". We got Mike Todd. (Actually, I´d meant someone
IN body. With spirit, as with the mind, it is necessary to be specific.)
Mike Todd is as forceful a spirit out of a body as I imagine he was while
in the body. I asked him for advice.
Mike Todd: "You´re too scattered. You´re
not focused. If you´re going to do this work, you have to focus.
Keep your focus! This is big work. This is big things. This is NOT to
be played with. I´m not going to put this thing together. I´m
only here to help. Spirit and love and belief are powerful. People in
the United States are the most giving in the whole western world. There´s
nobody like a sucker in the USA to give money to a good cause. They´re
really willing to help. But you´ve got to give THEM something. You
need to say this is what we´re doing, this is what we´re heading
towards, we need your help. SPIRIT NEEDS YOU. Each one has a special place,
special abilities and skills. It´ll work. It´ll work. What
better goal could you have then saving the world as you know it, as I
know it. But you need to get money and influence. You have to have some
big names involved. Sorry, but nobody knows you guys very well. I´ll
see if I can get Elizabeth. See if we can prime her. You may meet her."
"Good," I said, "You can help me learn
how to speak to her."
"Easy."
"With her involved, maybe Michael Jackson will
help?" I suggested.
"Liz always was for the underdog, but she always
admired the winner. She has duel, no, more than that, she has lots of
interests. But she always did like the ones who came from the bottom to
be the winner."
"I can see why she likes Michael so much,"
I said, "what do you think of her husband Larry?"
"I don´t know what HE´S got. Maybe
she´s slowing down a little." Mike Todd laughed.
"Will you be there when she crosses over, Mr. Todd?"
I asked him.
"Wouldn´t miss it. We´ll all be here.
And it´s Mike Todd. Not Mr., not Mike: Mike Todd."
"Oh, okay, now, about promoting this," I remarked,
"I know Bette Midler. She´s a friend of mine. I´m certain
this is her mission, too."
"I like Bette."
"And I think Opra Winfrey is important, very important,
to this project," I added.
"Biggest listening audience. She´s rational,
sympathetic, empathetic, rational. People relate to her. Rational. Relate.
Got it?"
I said "yes" but I didn´t really get
it. What I wanted to know was how we could get in touch with Elizabeth
Taylor. Mike Todd promised to get back to us on that.
"Well?" I asked at our next meeting.
"Well, what´s holding you up?" He demanded.
"You´ve got to get on the fast track with this thing. That´s
what I´m good at if you´ll give me something to work with."
"What about Elizabeth, can she help?"
"I tried to get her attention, but she´s
not paying attention. Why don´t you call her? You need her."
True, but what would we say? "Hello Ms. Taylor.
We´ve been talking to your husband, Mike Todd, and he suggested
we call you to help us save the world." I pointed out the difficulty
of this to Mike Todd.
"Well, I´ll try talking to her again,"
he said. "But she doesn´t listen to me very well. How about
Bette Midler. You said you know her."
True, as well, but after some reflection, I´d
realized Bette probably wouldn´t believe us any more than Elizabeth
Taylor would. In fact, she´d probably worry about my sanity. After
another meeting or two, Mike Todd, impatient with our stodgy ways, left
us.
We thought of reaching people through television. But
it would take time, we realized, to build up an audience, and time was
running short. Self-help and motivational seminars, even hypnosis shows,
were out. They, too, would take more time then we had, and more self-promoting
then we wanted to do. We realized the best way to get the message out
was a book.
We´d almost finished the book on sexual abuse.
We needed, however, a different kind of book. We needed a book about spirit
and the mind. We needed a book that explains who we are and the work we
do, so people realize the information we bring is real, not fantasy. We
needed a book that describes how physical reality, and thus the future,
are created and can be changed. We needed a book to present Master of
Light´s plan to save humans. This is that book.
Before you read Master of Light´s plan in Chapter
Eight, you will want to read the chapters preceding it, for they bring
you knowledge, Knowledge that leads to understanding. Understanding that
leads to self-mastery. Self-mastery that leads to Light. And with Light,
YOU will alter the future.
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