Category: New Thought

Creationism, Science, and Extraterrestrials—Part IV—My Story Continued…

I spent more time thinking about God, who I was in the world, and why was I on the earth. #Religion (#Creationism), #Science, and #Extraterrestrials continued to be an intrigue even as a young teenager (11-14).

When I consider the questions I asked at such a young age with no provocation, I realize now that I was a wonderer of sorts on the Earth. I knew there was a purpose for me, and I would continue to search for that purpose until I found it.

I noticed that church became an even more important part of my path. I studied more, went to catechism at the Catholic Church, St. Philomena, and considered what other religions believed. I was so anxious to understand that I let a woman almost lead me into going to her local Jehovah’s Witness meeting.

I met a woman at the bank, where my sister would take me to add my paperboy money to my savings account. My eldest sister would wait in the car while I stood in line to make my deposit. This made way for many elders to ask me questions about why I was there alone.

One particular woman took the opportunity to introduce me to the same religion that would periodically knock at our door and give us magazines about the “Good News.” Of course, I was intrigued. But, when I shared with a few of my elderly friends what I was looking into—Jehovah’s Witness. they shut me down immediately.

Unless you were a Jehovah’s Witness, in Beaver Falls, Pa., you frowned upon the religion that wouldn’t allow your children to stand during the “Pledge of Allegiance” in school. I could see that adults didn’t like this religion, but that only made me intrigued enough to read the information she gave me and look up the religion in the one place in our house that I could get an unbiased opinion of anything—the encyclopedia. These precious books, my father purchased when my siblings and I were all very young. Often my father would just point to the back bedroom when we had a question he didn’t want to answer. “That’s why I spent $150 on the damn things. Use them!” he would say. I spent hours looking through the encyclopedias, page by page, trying to unlock the mysteries of the universe and the world.

Meanwhile, there was always something strange going on around the house. My sisters were finding steady boyfriends, a fiancé for the eldest and kissing and making out for the others. My brother continued to find more ways to get in trouble with the police with drugs and alcohol. One day my brother had taken (or was given) some kind of drug that put him in the emergency room. My mother and father actually were told he was going to die if they didn’t find out what he had taken. The police found my brother’s friends and pressed them until some “friend” told the police he was given a dog tranquilizer. He finally was given an antidote and was save.

I simply knew that what my brother was becoming, I wanted no part of being. My father detested his behavior, though continued to bail him out of jail and trouble, since my father was very connected with the police department.

Italians in those days (The Sons of Italy) seemed to have leverage in every area of the government and law. That part of my father’s life continues to be a big mystery to me, even today. I can assume my father was active in groups that had some kind of power over the government, but I’m not sure how involved my father had become in any mafia behavior.

Being Italian and being Catholic went hand in hand. That much I knew. Those that were mean and detestable in my eyes made their way with heavy make-up and furs to mass every Sunday and sat in the front row. They would cry at the feet of Jesus. I guess that made everything they did okay—to them. I wasn’t convinced God had winked an eye or removed them from any kind of Karma (even though I didn’t know the meaning of that word then).

What all of this meant to me, even then, was that something was very wrong with Catholicism. I loved Jesus and God, that much I knew, but I didn’t accept the people and the teaching that surrounded me. I needed and wanted to more!

 

 

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You can’t build a relationship with God unless you spend time with and in the presence of the Great Spirit. There are many blogs in my 8 years of writing that teach about meditation. Also, you can look at the end of this blog and find a meditation that you can use to help you understand the mechanics of meditation for yourself. Please do me a favor and sign up for my youtube channel. I am really trying to build my social presence on youtube, so that I can begin to reach more people. Thank you.

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Again, meditation is a step in spiritual development we must be on to get stronger spiritual and identify our paths on this Earth. Our entire purpose for being on this Earth is to get stronger and stronger in Love and Compassion. When we make choices that benefit the ego self, we often go in the wrong direction in life; this would include choices that are based in fear.

Fear is not love. Anything in your life that presents itself as fear is an illusion trying to keep your from a God Choice or a Miracle!

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Creationism, Science, and Extraterrestrials—My Story Continued…

“ONCE I WAS SEVEN YEARS OLD”
Where I left Off from the Last Blog…

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I was seven and just had my first encounter with what I’ll call God or an angel. Even my husband was curious as to what I meant by this and if it related all to my extraterrestrial dream. He wondered if I had thought I had been abducted or simply dreamed it. I want to explain today.

The majority of the reason why I put the picture of the ET on the front of the blog was because this is the image most of us see in our minds when we think of a being from another planet. This figure is not what I saw in my bedroom. The dream of being operated on, actually will be explained at the end of this blog. However, the blue light and the voice that came to me appeared to be benevolent. At 7 years old is anyone wise enough to know if he has encountered a positive or negative?

Personally, I believe that I was wise enough to know. I came into this world with more understanding of my past lives and purpose for this life than most people and still remember what I thought about life, even now.

I remember times in my crib when I was less than two years old. I remember smells and sounds and comparing them to the celestial place that I had come from, which now I believe is Sirius (Canus major and Minor). I had always felt as if I was a stranger on Earth, however, I knew I was in a place in which I was entirely intrigued and was meant to be here.

However, with this kind of beginning, you can imagine that many negatives (Negatives and Positives exist simultaneously on our Earthly plane because of where we are in our spiritual growth. Again, I’ll explain more later. ) were trying to impede my path.

I had a brother and a father who always tried to get me to be a model male human, when all I wanted to be was androgynous and play in the wildflowers, examining the bees and birds, and building interesting edifices with my Erector Set. I remember neighbors and relatives commenting on how adult I was from a very young age. This, of course, made making friends a difficult chore. However in the 1960s neighbors became built in friends. They walked to school with you. They ate lunch with you. They caught lightning bugs and bumble bees in jars for fun.

The children weren’t the negative influence on my life. It was times like when my father said to my mother and to me after I went a little too close to his bare feet resting on the coffee table: “Don’t let him smell men’s feet. He’ll become a fag.” Even at 7 or 8 years old, I understood that was a horrible thing to become.

So, understanding that I was unlike those around me was the first step toward spiritual development. This is called mirroring. When you see reflections of things and compare your life and your situation with that of what you see. I was unlike my friends, but wanted to conform enough to be loved and be a part of the group.

Still, my dreams were wild and I remember being able to feel the whirring sound of my brain, which was constantly computing everything it saw, as if it were some sort of computer (they weren’t around then). It was then I had the recurring dream, which later made me believe that I could have been abducted by an ET.

My reasoning for believing this was from books I had read about dreams that abductees had had. The dreams I had seemed to mirror that. However, as one so can interpret dreams (mostly others more than my own), I see now that the place I was (under my parent’s bed) was a scary place to be, because they constantly fought and yelled horrible things about each other.

The dream was this: my body would become as flat as a piece of paper and be whisked from my bed on a breeze to float under my parent’s bedroom door and beneath their bed.

Under their bed was a large cauldron similar to the one in this picture. I would feel as if I something was trying to put me in the kettle to cook me. I would scream and fight until often I would wake up sweating and spend the rest of the night praying to the God that had appeared to me for protection.

I never saw an ET figure in the dream. I just dreams of hands trying to grab me and force me into the pot. At this point, I would definitely believe that these were negative influences from either my parent’s discord or from other planets trying to influence my growth.

You see, I do believe that without negatives and positives giving us choices in this world, we have no litmus test as to which direction we are going—toward Spirit or away from Love.

For me, I knew I had no intention of going toward that cauldron, which represented negativity and evil to me. I wanted to be back in my bed as a human again so that I could control the thoughts in my mind.

Again, this is a step in spiritual development we must be on to get stronger spiritual and identify our paths on this Earth. Our entire purpose for being on this Earth is to get stronger and stronger in Love and Compassion. When we make choices that benefit the ego self, we often go in the wrong direction in life; this would include choices that are based in fear.

Fear is not love. Anything in your life that presents itself as fear is an illusion trying to keep your from a God Choice or a Miracle!

Join me again for more of my story in the next blog…

Buy My New Book at Amazon.com

Take the opportunity to read Your New Story, Your New Life, my last book, which defines how to change your external life by changing your mind and your thoughts and gives you exercises to accomplish this.

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Creationism, Science, and Extraterrestrials

Nothing intrigues us more than thinking about how science, religion, and the fact that their are most definitely other lives on other planets or in other dimensions—all coalescing to make one interesting new paradigm in this day and age. Who will be the first to come to this epiphany or explain what makes the most sense? Or has the information been written here, under our noses the entire time in bibles, history, and scientific results about the earth and its predecessors.

I’m sure you have noticed I haven’t been writing as many blogs as I used to (everyday for 7 years I wrote—now, maybe once a week). The reason for this change in writing practice is that I have been studying and meditating more. As a result, this quiet and reading time has brought me to some interesting conclusions that even my closest friends will probably think are simply uneducated and ridiculous. This, of course, is only because when anyone considers how spirituality merges with humanity and science, they must not use only their human eyes but must also open a spiritual awareness to things unknown and not often talked about.

MY STORY

For many years I have been intrigued by extraterrestrials. I had often thought when I was a child that a lip-shaped, brown mark on my arm was as a result of being abducted by benevolent beings to alter my brain structure for a spiritual destiny that would help humanity. This thought that I had predates any ideas of my adult spiritual experiences; it only amplifies what I have to say, henceforth.

When I was 7 years old, I put my parent’s bible, a deck of cards, and a small lamp by my single bed. Often, I would be asleep before my elder brother who was 6 years older than I. He was thirteen and was either allowed to stay out later or would exit via the window to our bedroom and escape to the wooded area behind our house, where he had built a treehouse for he and his friends to hang out, smoke weed, and drink. For me, I had to stay at home with the window often open (so he could come back in), subject to the ghosts of the backyard opening to a large forest, especially in the summer months.

One night, I was asleep, and awakened by a beaming blue light in the bedroom. Because I often had dreams of being taken from my bed and worked on by odd green creatures with large heads (like they were doing surgery—which again I had no idea of what that looked like at that age). This particularly summer evening, I was frightened enough to wake up, sit up, and turn on the lamp by my bed.

The presence remained, but I could no longer see the blue beam of light, which was squelched by the lamp’s light. I asked this presence who it was.

Without speaking in an audible voice, I heard the presence whisper to my heart, “I am God.”

Even at that age, I needed evidence. Whatever I was experiencing needed to be kind and loving for me to believe it. It also had to be magical and beyond my level of understanding. I didn’t want to be taken away as I was in my recurring dreams.  I picked up the deck of cards by my bedside and I said to the being: “If you are God, make this first card in the deck be an Ace of Spades.”

I turned over the card and the ace of spade lay before me.

Still not convinced, I said, “Make this next card be a jack of diamonds.”

I turned over the next card, and, alas, it was the jack of diamonds.

I need the evidence of one more time, I thought, and I’ll believe. “Make the next card a queen of hearts.”

Again, I turned over the next card in the deck, and it was as I had said.

I don’t know that I did not just wake up in a different paradigm of thought with greater perception than my small child’s mind could conceive and actually read the next card in my psychic mind, if the being was making the next card be exactly what I asked, or if this was simply chance. In any case, the proof of my first psychic experience lay before me on the bed.

I gathered the cards, turned off my light, and sat up on my pillows and had my first meditation in the blue light. I asked many questions of God, many of which I’ll explain as I lay the framework of my latest studies in my upcoming blogs.

Please join me.

Also, if you are interested in meditation and haven’t begun to meditate, you can join me for a few meditations that I have recorded on Youtube.

Also, you can find more information about my spiritual books and art on my personal website:  http://bosebastian.com

Namaste.

In Love and Light!

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