LISTENING TO THE SILENCES
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have been taught
A few pages ago I suggested that you should re-read the earlier part of
my writing in which I described the events leading up to the moment in
which I began to 'hear voices' and experience other phenomena. Recollect
that I had not sought any spiritual contact, nor had I been seeking 'divination'
or converse with the dead. I had simply followed what at the time seemed
to be a logical progression from the reality of dowsing using bent metal
rods, to a point where I had perfectly rational conversations in which
I engaged silently within my mind and I received responses - reasoned
and logical responses - via a pendulum and alphabet chart. Thus, 'characters'
had emerged, one of whom was alleged to be a former, and now deceased,
Buddhist priest. In 'conversations' with him I became aware of a separate
phenomenon, namely that of 'ambience'. At those times, I was imbued with
and surrounded by an inexplicable and indescribable feeling of the sanctity
and spiritual demeanour of someone of deep personal spirituality.
Not, myself, having my brother's spiritual acceptance, and he not having had the trauma of my experiences of spiritual malevolence, our reactions are markedly different. I do not want this type of activity within myself, from any source, unless I will it. Consequently, I view any intrusion with hostility and deep resentment. Over the years I have identified and recorded a number of 'ploys' used by intrusive spirits, and try in my accounts to describe the indescribable - often by analogy, as in the following:
It is all too easy to dwell upon the presence of the voice intrusions. Far more insidious, and possibly ever present, is the mute physical 'overlap'. Try to imagine a not quite exact 'fit', so that in every movement or reaction there is just the little bit of anticipation or lag; of speeding up when it is inappropriate; of not being quite in phase on a turn; of causing forward movement when there are obstacles to be negotiated - whether by deliberate intent or lack of 'skill' it is impossible to say. When the presence is continuous, or frequently in and out, it can become positively loathsome and one longs to be rid of it. If you have a copy, read in the Thousand and One Nights the story of the Old Man of the Sea. Sinbad, shipwrecked and alone as usual, stumbles across an old man who asks for his help to cross a stream. Sinbad, in his kindness, takes the old man on his back, and then, when the stream is crossed, finds himself in a stranglehold; beaten about the head, made to go this way and that, by day and night, at the old man's whim; be-skittered and be-pissed all down his back and generally befouled. It is only ultimately by making some wine from wild grapes and getting the man drunk that Sinbad is finally freed, and one can sense the ultimate release as he crushes the man's skull with a boulder. Many times have I wished for that boulder! It is possible from one's own reactions to these presences to understand how it is that individuals will harm themselves in an effort to get at or get rid of this gross intrusion that is only reachable within their own body.
Next, a very simple but effective ploy - (in all of the ploys that I shall describe, 'they' refers to the intrusion or intrusions - it is impossible to know at any time whether there is one or more involved in the current activity):
They can intrude physically and mentally into one's every moment,
delighting in creating emotions or exploiting potentially emotional situations,
until one realises that attempts are made to create laughter or tears
where one is not in the least stirred up in either direction sufficiently
to laugh or cry. Similarly, if the situation arose, they could
create a feeling of anger and supply the words to go with it in a ready
flow. They intrude into one's every thought and action, including
the most intimate.
Copyright © 2003 Roy Vincent