LISTENING TO THE SILENCES
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another introduction of a means of communication that has been ingeniously
infiltrated by 'spiritual evil' is that of 'signing' for the deaf and
dumb. Although there has long been a hand language using signs to represent
individual letters, the more recent signing strategy has introduced a
greater fluency and speed. At first anecdotal, and subsequently authenticated,
have been the instances when individuals who, having been completely deaf
and dumb since birth, have been taught signing and have become 'verbally'
fluent. Some have reported that their new 'world' has been intruded into
by visual images of 'people' signing the usual unpleasant, obscene and
disturbing propositions that have been experienced habitually as intrusions
into the verbal minds of vocal people. As ever, I find it so hard to try
to come to terms with the motives of the malevolent 'who' flood obscenely
and disturbingly into the new channels of communication almost as soon
as they are created. It is even more heart rending to learn of individuals
who, when thus disturbed, have abandoned their new skill, and gladly returned
to their silent inner tranquillity.
"Jesus Christ, Son of the living God, have mercy on me."
- and shortened versions, even to the simple repetition of the name 'Jesus'. Others in the Christian tradition frequently use the rosary as a means of praying and maintaining inner tranquillity. Buddhists favour their own repetition of:
"ôm mani padme hum" - Hail to the jewel in the lotus
- while many techniques of meditation and routes to inner tranquillity use their own 'mantras' or chosen words or phrases. There is much to be learned from well established meditation practices that can be used to still the minds of individuals who are plagued by 'intruders', too much for me to include, and only capable of being referred to in passing. Always bearing in mid the constant caution that I repeat and repeat, and find in my frequent quotation from Dr. Elmer Green, when he warns of the hasty descent into the deeper realms of the mind, and the dangers of there encountering 'indigenous beings'.
An isolated life that does not revolve around the twin practices of prayer
and meditation is that enjoyed by the dedicated computer addict or avid
player of computer and play-station games. The computer screen and the
play station become the bounds of the world of these individuals and the
divisions between reality and fantasy become blurred or non-existent.
Within the realms of fantasy that the screens project, and away from the
balancing human contact, the mind can lose its powers of discernment and
become fruitful soil for the intruders to establish themselves and flourish.
to the condition of someone who dies in explosion, fire and panic, in
all of the time that I have been subjected to voices and intrusions, I
have experienced - or been duped into believing it - the access of friends
and shipmates who died when our ship was mined. Trapped, asphyxiated,
fragmented, incinerated, literally within feet of me - where, I wonder
did their spirits go, and in what state were they? Cleaning some items
in my workshop, I disturbed some dry and finely powdered rust, and as
it floated as an orange-brown cloud in a shaft of sunlight, I saw a hint
of the flame-lit cloud of cordite smoke that filled my eyes as I regained
consciousness after the explosion. I could not have had a more potent
reminder - potent even though it happened nearly sixty years ago.
Copyright © 2003 Roy Vincent