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

Religion (#Creationism), #Science, and #Extraterrestrials continued to be an intrigue as a ten year old boy, even as I suddenly became the target of much discrimination, humiliation, and judgment. How did I handle the problem of not understanding why I was so different?

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The answer lies in the place I went for consolation:

I distinctly remember being faced with mean children, especially older boys, who would ask me to have sex with them, call me a fag, and assumed I was already gay before I even knew it. I never acquiesced to any of their threats, desires, or manipulation.

I stayed innocent about sex until I became pubescent. I had no real sexual drive at 10, so I was not tempted by them. Every girl in the neighborhood loved me and would fight over who I liked the best. The girls loved me, but the boys humiliated me, except for my three boy buddies my age.

I couldn’t understand why I was singled out by these mean older kids. Was it because I played the piano? Was it because I liked to sing? Was it because I was right smack dab in the middle of 4 young sisters, whom they secretly wanted and who influenced me more than they knew?

The answer as to where I took my grief, my fear, my torment and my anxiety is to what I knew as God in my heart. I seriously don’t know what I would have done had no angel appeared to me that night when I was 6 or 7, while I was in my bed.

Nothing and no-one could tell me that what had happened to me wasn’t real. I told no one and therefore no one could dissuade me from believing. The angel didn’t instruct me not to tell anyone. I simply knew that this was my precious guardian angel that helped me in times when I didn’t understand life.  This is the answer I often heard when I would go to Spirit and ask why bad things were happening to me:

These children don’t understand me as you do, my child. They will eventually learn about me—everyone will. The bad they do to you and to others will come back to them—to their bodies, to their lives, and to their homes. No one escapes this law of God. Trust and wait for that day of judgment to come when you will understand all of the answers.

Actually, even though when I look back I am amazed at my own patience at 10 years old, this kind of answer to my prayer kept me at peace. I saw enough of the “mean children” get reprimanded and beaten and chastised for their behavior, so I understood the consequence of mean behavior. I simply knew I didn’t want to be bad, not in the least.

There was a time, however, and I remember it distinctly, that my siblings began to steal money from my father’s bottle of coins in his bedroom. I did see every one of my siblings doing this, and decided this was a rule that could be broken. I did steal some coins for candy, and also my brother tells me that I stole his paperboy money for candy as well. I can’t say that I remember that, but I’m told by my mother and sisters that I had done this at a very young age.

My dad eventually discovered his money was missing. All of the siblings were questioned, including me. My father couldn’t believe when I confessed. He didn’t paddle me like he did the rest, but instructed me that this was not something he expected of me ever again in the future.

My dad, though he didn’t understand how to treat a young boy like me, actually was very proud of the fact that I was a straight A student and could play the piano brilliantly for that age. He doted on me to our company and often made me play “The Summer Knows” for his friends and family, which even at my age now is a difficult piano piece to play.

What I want you to take from this is:

Regardless of where you are on your spiritual walk, you too can ask Spirit any question in the silence of your own thoughts. You will be answered, whether it be in a book, someone saying something to you that answers the question, watching television and a lesson seems to stare you in the face, or, like me, in a small still voice inside. 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…

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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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