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BURA’S BLOGGERY
HELLO AMIGOS!
The following happened to my old friend Malcolm Ing (an artist) when he was sitting in a Developing Circle many years ago and is my all-time favourite psychic tale, not because it is SO bizarre - AND witnessed by at least four people - but because IT IS TRUE:
THE MAN WHO DISAPPEARED
The idea of bodily ‘ascension’, that is, the physical body actually disappearing was, for a time, a great topic of so-called ‘New Age’ thought. To many people the idea is too outrageous and preposterous that they dismiss it out of hand. Here then, I come to my good friend and fellow psychic, Malcolm Ing. The following story is perfectly true and happened about 35 years ago in the Medway town of Chatham in Kent. Malcolm, four other men and three women had been having regular weekly meetings for meditation and healing. On this occasion, on a warm June evening, there were no women for one reason or another (no female energy?). This left just five men (male energy), including Malcolm. The invocation was given and the five men had just settled down to meditate, when one of the chairs was very firmly pulled back by an unseen force. It was obvious to all present that the gentleman occupying that seat was not meant to join in the circle; instead he sat in the corner of the room (It turned out that he was a kind of witness to all that went on that evening). They settled down again.
From Malcolm’s point of view this is what happened: He suddenly had the terrible urge to stand up, so he asked the man to his right if he thought it would be okay. The man said: “Stand up!” Malcolm was now standing right in the middle of the small circle. Malcolm then said that he had the terrible urge to spin. Again he was urged to do so. Malcolm found himself rising and turning and at the same time heard a great roar, like a jet plane going overhead. The next thing he knew, he was lying on the floor!
Now, from the point of view of the other sitters, THIS is what happened: Malcolm and his opposite number, the man facing him, had both begun to gently pulse in unison. Malcolm stood up. He then rose very slightly off of the floor and began to spin. From his mouth came a mighty roar….and then he completely and utterly vanished! At that point, the man sitting opposite Malcolm stood up and pointed to a spot on the floor – blue static electricity rose from the spot indicated and curled up and around this man’s arm. At that precise moment Malcolm re-appeared lying on the floor!
I assure you that this is perfectly true.
Now the idea of bodily ascension takes on a greater reality, doesn’t it?
The tail-end to this story ends in 1987 during the World Harmonic Conversion. We were all sitting on top of the Coldrum Stones in Kent (a place that I said at the time that I wished with all my heart that it could have been my back garden!). It consisted of a very small formation (circle) of sarson stones one side of which was a huge chair-like construction facing an open field in a shallow valley. The peace of this place was almost palpable, you could almost touch it, and the energy - especially after we had spent a whole day surrounded by it - was like a natural tranquilizer: we all fell asleep on the car journey back home – except me, of course, who was driving! However, back to the story:
We were all meditating in our own idiosyncratic ways, tuning in to All-That-Is [or trying to] aware that thousands upon thousands of folk all over the Earth were doing the same: in front rooms, churches, sacred places, where ever there was a peace that was magical and mystical and holy!
Anyway, we were all sitting there when suddenly I was aware that Malcolm had got up and strode quietly off.
After the global ‘Tune-In’ I opened my eyes to see Malcolm leaning on one of the stones his eyes shining. He came over to us and said simply:
“I know where I went during my spin-out! I was taken to a place where I was shown hieroglyphics hewn in stone and which I completely understood; at least I COULD understand them but the memory has now gone from me!”
He was shown these hieroglyphics by a Being in a (yeees, I know: the ‘flowing robe’ syndrome AGAIN) flowing robe!” He took three minutes to tell us, on that peaceful plain of stones, yet he was only gone for five seconds! Time and space becoming meaningless in that particular dimension!
And another great and wonderful thing occurred on that auspicious day in 1987.
The Earth Energy system changed from a 7-line system (chakric system) to an 8-line system of which we are ALL hooked into by our own chakric systems…and today it has risen to a 15-line system, 13 of which are active, at least the last time that I checked (by dowsing) they were.
We, whether we like it or not, are all vibrating at a faster rate! Why? It’s all part of the Earth Changes – the weather and general planetary changes being just the tip of the iceberg! Oh and another thought has just occurred: did the presence of the 8-line system stimulate Malcolm’s recovered memory? Perhaps we shall never know, but it wouldn’t surprise me, wouldn’t surprise me at all!
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DAY IN THE LIFE OF ME
I usually wake about 7ish, the dreams still pulling on me, repeating their song. For instance, I was playing piano at some sort of party and felt pleased that I was getting applause (I used to play a little but with Post Polio Syndrome dragging at my fingers I can no longer do so - my guitar playing days also are far behind me. Hey, I’m not looking for sympathy. That’s just the way it is!). Then some singer joined in and she was good! But she was drowned out by some rappers giving it some, so she and I stopped! Such a shame.
Anyway, now fully awake I then take my tablets and usually have an electric shave in bed as I can’t shave sitting up (arms again). Then usually strapping my mobile phone around my neck I get up and make my way to the toilet. Blast! I’d forgotten to strap my mobile around my neck! Never mind, I’m not likely to fall over now. Wrong!
I found myself sprawled on the floor my weak leg trapped under me and me yelling:
“NO! NO! NO! NO!” and “F**^”*+-~****!”
It was a mixture of pain and anger, anger at my stupidity for forgetting my mobile (cell-phone to you Yanks out there). The pain I was used to – actually you don’t ever get used to it but you kind of accept it. Now I had to drag myself to the home-phone (land-line) which takes me about ten minutes, hence the expletives. I remembered the last time that I got all the way to the door of the lounge and forgot to take my ‘grabber’ to open the door with, so I was not going to make THAT mistake again. So with my grabber in my teeth I inched my way to the lounge door and with the grabber I pulled the handle down and opened the door, dragged myself over to the home-phone, deliberately knocked it off the table by pulling on the cable and dialled my sister.
However, Frank, my brother-in-law, answered the phone, I explained the situation and then he in turn phoned my nephew Quen. I settled down to wait!
Of course I’ve done this little bit of business twice before and broke my ankle, my foot having lodged between armchair and table-leg. I screamed at the top of my voice but my mother being a little deaf failed to hear me! So – wearing my phone this time – I dialled for my nephew. 10 minutes later Quenton rang the front door bell AND knocked – remembering that grandma was a little hard of hearing! My mother opened the door and was surprised when Quen – gently pushing past her – explaining to her as he went that I had fallen over!
“Well I didn’t hear anything, dear” she said, and immediately felt SO bad that she hadn’t heard me call her, then I felt bad because of her failing to hear me…and so on. I was six weeks in hospital that time! What an idiot.
The second time I tripped and in the process of trying to prevent myself from falling, smashed my elbow on a mobile gas-fire. My other nephew Joel (a musician who play’s drums) and his mate Phil came to the rescue this time – mother having phoned on this occasion. They found me sprawled in a corner. They got me up but my arm was making a crunching, grinding sort of sound and hung limply by my side. Joel put his ear near to my arm and said: “Yea, I think it’s broken, Paul!”
Another six weeks in hospital!
However THIS time was just another run-of-the-mill fall!
Later on in the evening I put oven chips, veggie sausages and onions on a tray in the oven. 45 minutes later I fried some eggs - my mouth already slavering at the prospect of what was to come - and put them on a plate. I opened the oven door and with one hand balancing me, and, with the other hand, carefully took out the tray containing chips, sausages and onions with a cloth and placed it – the other hand still balancing me – on the table. With the same hand I gently closed the oven door (still with me?) and without looking lent on the table - a reflex action as my balance is so crap…but I also lent on the tray containing chips, sausages and onions and in the blink of an eye flipped the tray and its contents all over the floor!
“AHHHHHHHH!” I screamed. “F***++!!!^^**!” (a similar expletive to the above expletive), I raved. And then a profound peace and calm descended upon me. I instantly accepted the situation!
With my trusty grabber I proceeded to pick up every chip, every sausage and every piece of onion, putting them all onto my plate of eggs.
Did I eat them? Well it was a VERY clean floor….
POEMS:
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I have no tangible proof
That life continues beyond this husk
Only unshakeable
‘Knowing’ to its reality.
For if life
Can be so cruel
Then death is
The crueller by far
And it makes
Absurd sense
In a universe
That does not die
But re-creates itself
As surely as the sun rises!
Answer me this,
And this goes beyond
The concept of:
‘If there is not a God
Then we have reason
To create one’
Who or what created the notion of creation?
Who or what pulls the strings?
Am I a simple lunatic for asking:
If you cannot measure infinity
In the physical sense of the word
Then…
There my mind goes numb
And I have to stop thinking
With my rational mind
Or go mad.
I choose madness!
STRUGGLE
(For my mother)
It pains you, I know, to see
What he could do so easily
When he was very young and free!
His struggle, his gain (arguably)
Is what teaches
And although seemingly
Never reaches,
Is by definition earned,
And having learned,
Like the enlightened finger,
Moves on
To what or where or when
Is no matter
Except the seeming clatter
When he hits the floor
As in a fight,
Again and again and again
Ignoring pain…
Until he gets it right!
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Until next time, amigos!
LUV N’ LITE N’ LARFTER
Paul Bura
May 2008.
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THE BURA BLOGGERY
HELLO AMIGOES!
The following is a Foreword that I wrote for George E Moss’s book: SOLUMET. However there are two pieces: the other is THE GREAT FORGETTING. I hope you can make sense of them both and I urge you to email me on ANYTHING that I have written in my monthly bloggery so far.
FOREWARD
To the book on the teachings of
“ SOLUMET”
(2006)
The earth was created (formed) about four and a half billion years ago give or take a few hundred thousand years. If the various stages of the earth’s creation from the beginning, when it was too hot to sustain life (at least as we know it?), to the Jurassic stage up until homo erectus, when man first learned to stand upright, from homo erectus to homo sapiens (the hunter-gatherer with a brain large enough to write poetry, build a violin or a personal computer). If, say, that this ‘four and a half billion years’ were to be compressed into a 100 years then this ability to create, compose, paint, built cathedrals, sky scrapers and the mere ability to build probes that can photograph our solar system and beyond and have these probes transmit them back to earth; and even manned space craft. If THIS time were to be condensed down into a hundred years then this ALL would have happened just EIGHT MONTHS AGO!
These are not MY words, although I echo them, but the thoughts of Astro Physicists Fred Hoyle and his poetic colleague Chandra Wickramasinghe
In the book the teacher Solumet is not a scientist and yet he is. He is not the wisest being that ever was created and yet he is. He is not the greatest philosopher that ever lived and yet he is. He is not an expert on any given subject yet he is. That is the point he - Solumet - is trying to make! WE ALL HAVE THE POTENTIAL, we have it ‘here and now’, especially in the NOW! For the NOW is the starting point: not yesterday, not tomorrow, but TODAY! We all have the ability to LOVE and CREATE and this is his message to us all.
This earth of ours is about to undergo vast changes, not only physically but spiritually. Solumet is not teaching anything new. Oh no. But if you think that you are going along for a ‘free ride’ without putting any work into this project FORGET IT! You have to start the ‘change’ now, TODAY. However, nothing is ever lost. If you get lost along the way, just ask and it will be answered. Death is a continuum, an illusion. There is no DEATH; that is also a brief aspect of what Solumet is teaching. But above all – and I’m sure that many of you are sick and tired of the phrase: “Love Conquers All”. But it’s a truism. 90% of the songs written are about love, love lost, love found again, unrequited love; even rock and roll and jazz lyrics are based on love. So are all the great religions, including the so-called pagans, it is woven into the very fabric of this earth’s culture. This is what Solumet is about and what he’s come to teach. But he is not unique in this: many have come and more and more are getting through this valley of tears. He -Solumet - comes from a light where a million suns are but a mere candle flame.
This book is full to bursting with his love, with his teaching, with his soul, and drips off the pages like honey: sweet and pure and clear, like truth is. However, truth can be tough but never changes.
It is only our perception of truth that changes…but I have come to the conclusion that even the Infinite/God/Freedom (whatever label you care to hang on it) is still evolving, the truth is ever evolving. LOVE is ever evolving. Love does not, CANNOT…stand still!
From the Foreword by PAUL BURA on the book SOLUMET by George E Moss.
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THE GREAT FORGETTING
(2007 by Paul Bura)
We all suffer from it, and it’s quite a common complaint - though not ‘common’ in the strictest sense of the word. What am I talking about? Spiritual Amnesia is what I’m talking about,‘TheGreatForgetting’.
“Forgetting what? Forgetting where? Forgetting whom?” I hear you question! Why, WHAT we are, WHERE we are going, and to WHOM we are going toward?
Let me put it in poetic sense (or nonsense depending on your point of reference): we are tiny beads of perspiration on the brow of the Infinite created from the Big Bang (s???)! But only to appear again in the primeval soup of so-called reality, about to embark on a journey, a journey so fantastic and so immense that this laptop, or a million laptops, could not cope. For life is eternal, forever, in ALL places: free to be IN form, or OUT of form, yet never bound by form. THIS then is the ultimate in Freedom! (Freedom being the main word in this piece)
However, there is one rule and one rule only:
THAT YOU DO NO HARM TO ANYONE OR ANY THING, ESPECIALLY SENTIENT BEINGS. THIS IS THE RULE OF LOVE.
Any misdemeanour that you do will not only harm that sentient being, but also yourself and the Infinite that sent you. Why? Because you are an aspect of the Infinite that sent you and this would be termed self harm, for we are all prospective Gods in the making! Of course when I say SENT it seems as if you have no choice in the matter. This is when this element of forgetting kicks in! There is always choice. The Infinite IS the ‘choice’, nothing happens against your will. There IS nothing else but Infinity and Freedom (that word again) and Love and the most magnificent adventure ever devised! And this adventure will teach you that where there is love there is compassion and forgiveness and freedom, even the power of forgiving yourself, for it is inevitable that you will make mistakes - errors - along the way. These elements are all contained in the word LOVE.
The universe is alive. Every rock every drop of rain rings and sings with life, there is no beginning and no end to it. AND ALL OF THIS WE TEND TO FORGET?
Whenever fear embraces us we go into ‘forget-mode’, we forget that love, not fear is forever. Not tomorrow, not yesterday, but NOW, in this very moment. ‘All There Is’ is contained in this moment, this precious little - or vast - moment and if you understand just a quarter of what I’ve written then you’ll KNOW that!
Of course you will know that, for you are a droplet of the God that created you! A God in miniature: Quantum Mechanics. One day you will realise this…and believe me I’m only just beginning to get my head around all of this and I’ve only had a mere glimpse, merely scratched the surface of this thing called God!
Fear is an emotion, Love (or the Infinite, or Freedom, or God) just IS!
AND NOW AMIGOS THE POEM (YAWN) that you’ve all been waiting for with baited breath:
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You ask:
In what do I believe?
It is so simple
You would laugh
At the absurdity of it:
A child could define it.
Only we make it complex
With all our belief systems,
In fact I am adding to them
Not making it any less simple!
I believe that all
Is contained in the word Love,
We come here in order to re-learn it,
But essentially to love ourselves,
How else can we radiate love?
You see, we have forgotten
How to do it …unconditionally.
I believe the Infinite
Of which we are a microcosm,
Welcomes us back with open arms
As long lost children
To become co-creators with all-that-is,
Welcomes us back as though we had just
Gone out shopping
But arrived back a little late
Having forgotten an item or two,
But then we all suffer spiritual amnesia,
The Infinite having no concept of time;
We invented that little illusion.
The amazing thing is:
The journey back is to ONE’S SELF!
We arrived back late
Because we got caught up
With the earth’s lure
And like a drug we accepted it
And like a drug we enjoyed it
And like a drug we didn’t know when to stop,
And because our minds became closed
We missed out on other, more subtle, realities!
So we got stuck,
Stuck in this three-dimensional reality
With all its false glory
And over indulgence,
The word BALANCE
Got drowned out.
I believe that everything
Has its place,
Everything has consciousness,
Even the stuff of which
This earth is composed,
The earth gathers it up
Into a supreme consciousness
(Just like a regular human being)
To become One,
As we are with the Infinite;
I believe that we should relax
And enjoy the journey.
After all, we are the architects
Of our own reality.
Even if all that I hold dear
Falls into flames
And death has a sting after all,
Then I will start again
Clawing myself back;
Because in all of us
There is an inborn curiosity.
And if death is not a gateway
To a greater reality
But is a finality,
Aye, then there is the rub.
I could have enjoyed
Sex and drugs and rock and roll
All along, (Actually I did!)
Because my conscience
Does not exist and I have attained
A kind of Freedom after all!
But I don’t believe the adventure stops here:
For there is no void,
Nothing is empty
All teems with life
And in the end it is
Just a mild forgetting!
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(From the poetry collection BACK TO BACK on menu bar)
ADIOS AMIGOS
UNTIL NEXT TIME
Paul Bura
April 2008.
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BURA’S MARCH BLOGGERY
HELLO AMIGOES!
The following took place fairly recently but the ‘Peter Cushing’ saga took place nearly twelve years ago but I thought it worth repeating just to ram home the thought that life or so-called
death is indeed a continuum!
NEVER STRIKE A HAPPY MEDIUM IN FULL FLOW
As most of you will know my mumma passed to the 4th dimension (passed over) on the 4th November 2007. It’s difficult to put into words the gap she has left in all our lives. But I shall not repeat the eulogy, though perhaps I should have added (in the eulogy) that in her days off work she could be found either building a green house or re-pointing the chimney…just for relaxation you understand!! That said I would like to report that when she passed it was the night after that I had a dream: she (my mumma) was pulling my bedclothes off of me and showing herself in her mid-30’s, vibrant and young with rosy cheeks and oh so, so happy! The odd thing was that she was surrounded by children, climbing trees, dancing, playing hop-scotch and all the things that children do. I was describing my dream to my sister when it struck me like a thunderbolt…the children were US! She was at her happiest when we were children and that is why she gave a clarion call of complete and utter joy!
Later on she ‘appeared in the kitchen’. Just prior to that Melly – one of my sisters – wanted to know how she was now and what it was like during the so-called dying process? She said:
“Tell Melly: the light took me, and I lay in this light for I don’t know how long but I was completely at peace and overwhelmingly happy. Then, another light joined my light and I realised that it was my parents (my grandparents) and I was SO happy to see them, SO very happy!”
This was not the first time that folk have appeared to me. The last time was quite recent. A friend of mine (she used to be our manager during the Health Food Shop days) contacted me from ‘the other side’ so to speak. She had died of breast cancer and wanted me to tell her husband and children that she was okay:
“There was no pain to speak of but I was not prepared to go and leave you all. But I’ve learnt here that that’s the way of things. Death (so called) is so easy, John, I was riding the light but for how long I don’t know: it could have been a hundred years for all I knew or it could have been minutes. I miss you all so much but I will still be there with you for a while. I’ll tell you what though: I wasn’t prepared to use the services of Paul. That came as quite a shock. But he is a friend I can trust, and you must trust him too! This is NOT goodbye only a fond farewell…for a while. Trust me! I can’t describe the indescribable but it’s not all harps and angels just …well, indescribable! When your turn comes I can only say: ‘It’s a breeze!’”
A dear friend of mine passed over. Now he was an ‘old soul’. He was well into the mystical way being somewhat of a mystic himself. He was a 2nd world war pilot flying spitfires and still – at aged 85 – was flying one of those micro-light aircraft and still driving an ancient sports car. He was well into dowsing (one of the best dowsers that I knew) and was an archaeologist. He’d just come back from a flying trip, landed safely but tripped rather badly breaking a couple of ribs (he didn’t crash as some are saying), but true to form he drove the 50 miles to his home (his home in Ashurst, Sussex, next to what was regarded as his church) but couldn’t get out of the car until a neighbour found him. His name was David Russell and he accompanied us on many a psychic quest. He used to attend once a week meetings that I held for Earth Healing and Psychic Development in Sussex and he used to sit in exactly the same settee every time. Now I have to say that I have that exact ‘same’ settee in my office and it was from here that he dictated a letter to his family:
“I want you to know Paul that I am quite well and to tell my family (including my wife) that I was not happy to go…at first, but then I ‘knew’ without question that this was my time. I could have recovered from my wounds, broken limbs etc. but then I just ‘let it all happen’!
I was very moved to see you all in Church (I came to regard it as MY Church, I think for obvious reasons) and to see all those that I loved, especially my wife and children together again. Let there be no ill-feeling!
It was very odd to see the whole Church packed and to suddenly realise that they had all come to ‘see me off’. And such kind words, I really don’t deserve them, but you [by you I think he meant ALL of those that spoke] said them and I’m very grateful, so that is that!
I think that is all I have to say, Paul, except to say that many of my old comrades were there to welcome me over and I’m truly having a grand time of it! Bless you all. My affairs will take care of themselves. That’s all. Thank you Paul for listening and typing all of this down! It feels strange to say goodbye for this is not goodbye…but it is for now!”
Finally – and this also concerned David Russell – I was given a carved walking stick to sychromatise (a method of receiving clairvoyance by touch). I watched as the mists on the screen of my mind cleared and I saw and felt that this belonged to a man of the theatre, a man of stage and screen. Suddenly, without warning PETER CUSHING (star of the Hammer Horror films usually taking the part of Doctor Frankenstein) stood in front of me and he asked to be remembered to MICHAEL BENTINE (author of THE DOOR MARKED SUMMER and DOORS OF THE MIND, who David Russell knew) and to give a message to David to say that “Everything that he said about Life after Death was true” and also to say that ROY CASTLE was here with him – another actor, dancer, comedian and musician who had died of cancer a few months before - this comedian was trying to get a message through to his wife (who Michael Bentine also knew!) to say that “Everything was okay and that: the jazz over here is fantastic!” (Roy was a jazz fanatic and played jazz trumpet)
I phoned David Russell and asked him to tell Michael Bentine (who also passed a few years back) about the message from Peter Cushing and also to pass the message from Roy Castle on to his wife Fiona. David phoned him and Michael said: “I only met Peter Cushing once and all we spoke about was LIFE AFTER DEATH!”
I was watching an old ‘Doctor Who’ movie the next day and guess who played the film version of The Doctor? Peter Cushing! And guess who played his assistant? You guessed it: Roy Castle! A real cosco, eh? (Cosmic coincidence)
These are just a few of the communications that I’ve received through the years.
So it gives us (my family and I) great comfort to know that our darling mumma is well and happy and just a frequency away!
NOW FOR THE POEMS,
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CREATING CHANGE
If I were
To reach out
And move the cog
Of a precision clock
Would that create change
Throughout the whole system?
If I were
To reach out
And move a planet,
Ever so slightly,
Would that create change
Throughout the whole system?
If I were
To reach out
And move your heart,
Imperceptibly,
Would that create change
Throughout the whole system?
If I were
To reach out
And seize love,
Would the universe change
Throughout the whole system
And sing with joy?
I think so.
SHE WALKED SO FREE
She walked so free and beautiful
As if she were striding
Through fields of corn,
Where her feet trod
The earth was a paradise
And she was Eve.
Yet I saw no angel,
None could bar her way,
No two-edged sword was sharp enough
To cut through such freedom.
If I were her shadow
I would never know darkness!
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ADIOS AMIGOS
UNTIL NEXT TIME
Paul Bura
March 2008
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