Remembering the Future

iUniverse, Inc.

Contents

Introduction.........................................................3Preface..............................................................6Chapter 1: Home World................................................15Waking up here.......................................................24Going back in........................................................31Chapter 2: The Big Bang Never Happened...............................46Just a Little Math...................................................49Chapter 3: Past Life.................................................55Chapter 4: Waking up in the Human Race...............................75Genetic Memories.....................................................76Light Memories.......................................................77Atomic Memories......................................................86Entangled Particle Theory............................................91Chapter 5: Unlocking the Secret......................................109Chapter 6: Tapping at the Right Time.................................124The Phoenix Sequence.................................................147The Dream Process....................................................153Chapter 7: Manifestation of the Future...............................160How and Where to Listen..............................................167Step One ? Getting in the heart......................................168The Breaths and Mudras...............................................170Step Two ? Learning to intend with intention.........................178The Eighteenth Breath ? the Key to Manifestation.....................179Method for the Eighteenth Breath.....................................182Afterword............................................................193

Chapter One

Eight years ago, I was approached by a woman after I had completed a lecture on the speed of light and asked if I would like to co-author a book with her on the creation of the Earth. Curious, I admitted that the subject was irresistible and that I was a skeptical student and longtime teacher of the traditional religious stories we had heard our entire lives. Somehow the words, "... and the morning and the evening were the third day ..." had a myriad of meanings flow through my mind each time I read them. It had nothing to do with my level of faith. It's just that the word day could mean anything from twenty-four hours to ten million years.

After all, the Earth didn't even receive a sun or moon until the third day according to the Biblical creation story, so how could there be days in the traditional sense of the word? The physics community is populated with various metaphysical theorists ever extrapolating and interpolating in attempts to understand how the universe was created. At the time, the distance physicists forayed into metaphysics was inversely proportional to one's ability to obtain tenure or obtain funding for research. But as the years progressed, more and more main-stream physicists were publishing papers on time travel, wormholes, and the functionality of multiple dimensions. This was a rare opportunity to be involved in a major publication about the subject. I had no idea it would end up being more than 1,500 pages of world-class research publication titled The Ark of Millions of Years: Volumes I, II, and III becoming a best seller. (www.arkofmillionsofyears.com)

She handed me a hand-written outline of her ideas for the book and gestured with her hands the gaps where she hoped I would inject the scientific aspects of her somewhat controversial archaeological approach to the subject. I agreed to proceed and began writing some chapters on dimensions and methods for considering the stability and practicality of super-massive spinning black holes serving as wormholes or star gates through which planets might move unharmed. We visited the Museum of Anthropology in Mexico City and found numerous ancient carvings, codices, and pieces of art that actually did a very good job of describing the possibility that Earth was not from around here. I quickly came up against the leading edge of known physics and had to search deeper in my mind for answers. I decided to revive a skill I had learned many years before. The ability quiet the mind enough to hear the echo of pasts and futures was necessary to connect the dots.

At eighteen, I was an airman in the Air Force stationed in Grand forks, North Dakota. It was springtime. The urge to meditate became overpowering, yet I had no training in doing so. Fortuitously, there was a teacher of Transcendental Meditation offering classes at the local University at night. I enrolled in earnest and started to connect with the quiet mind.

The mantra I received was simple and easy to repeat. My teacher appeared to be impressed that I could reach deep states of calmness in just a few minutes. I was able to disconnect myself from the stress that had bothered me as a youth and focus my learning ability. The groundwork for my lifetime of study and learning began by taking college classes in Humanities and Sociology on my own at night while pouring through the correspondence courses offered by the Air Force in Electronics Engineering.

Though I was able to calm my fleeting attention, there was something missing. I began to shape the process to meet my needs and found that I developed a sort of launching spot in my meditation state. It was a mountain meadow with tall green grass with a single white garden chair. The sky was often blue, and I could hear the wind singing through the trees like distant applause blending into one harmonious white noise. From there I could travel, as it were, to distant places and times. It was a good method of escape from the world and its pressures and feints within feints, which are desperately difficult to negotiate for a post-adolescent boy lacking parents. But, escape is not what I needed or wanted.

In my fifty-first year, I learned a new type of meditation, called Flower of Life, or MerKaBa meditation. It was then that the childhood dreams returned. It was like a distant memory. This was completely different then the Transcendental Meditation experience. And there was something else. I really don't know how the switch was turned on, but when the lights came on, it was like a whole chapter lost in my youth came into view very clearly.

The meditation structure will be discussed later in the book, so for now I want to explain the connections that were made, and the understanding that began to flow forth into my life. It will be significant for you as well, as I explain how this unfolded.

I learned to work the MerKaBa fields around me very well and very quickly, like a bird to flight. Shortly after my certification classes, something very powerful occurred. I had built a rather large spiral of energy above my body using the MerKaBa field that I learned to operate. I was lying on my back on a table in the center of 6 people standing around the table. The energy field went out of my heart area and about 20 meters straight up. When I got it up and stable, I collapsed it and shot the energy out of my arms and hands, which were at my sides on the table. About 2 hours later I came out of this, and one of the less sensitive bystanders, named Todd, said, "What was that energy pulse about?" He admitted he was a spiritual brick,...