LISTENING TO THE SILENCES
CHAPTER 6 PAGE 1
what a world of unseen
consciousness that is myself of selves,
Julian Jaynes had not expressed these thoughts in public at the time that I had that conversation with Gilbert B..... Even if he had, I doubt whether they would have exercised my mind for very long - definitely not in the context of what it was that Gilbert wanted to tell me. I certainly could never have dreamed - not even in my wildest dreams - where this conversation would ultimately lead me, or by what strange paths. That it induced such a major change in my life may be judged from the fact that at times I am glad that it took place, but that at others, I curse it profoundly. Yet, at the time, an interesting conversation and demonstration involving two practical and pragmatic engineers did not seem all that significant. It happened like this...
One afternoon at work, I was passing Gilbert's office when he called me in - "I've just had a rep. in from K..'s Fire Detectors, and he showed me this...(producing a pair of thin welding rods bent into the now familiar L-shape). He got me to hide things under the carpet, and he found them by holding the rods in his hands. Then, when they swung and crossed, the hidden thing was immediately below...like this", and he demonstrated...Of course, I had a go and lo! - it worked for me also - my first encounter with practical dowsing.
At that time, (1971), dowsing did not have the exposure that it enjoys
today - I had, indeed, seen only one other person use rods, and he was
a professional surveyor who used properly made telescopic ones with balanced
pivoting handles. Even though he was successful in locating drains, the
significance of what he was doing did not register with me. In my own
case, I did very little then with this newfound skill, other than finding
drains and pipes for farming friends and showing them how to do it themselves.
Very detailed instructions were given on how to dowse from maps, while included in the text were several charts and diagrams that one could use in a variety of analytical functions. Everything worked for me just as the book described, and the pendulum became a constant companion. What did not 'work' for me were the explanations offered for the way in which it responded. The concept of subtle energies, and even more subtle muscle responses, carried no weight, particularly when one considered that the pendulum was hovering over a piece of paper and not a piece of real-estate.
To explain why I made my next move it is necessary to describe some of my background and beliefs
As you have read, my working life as an electronics engineer in the field
of measurement and control had been cut short some three years earlier
(1976) by a serious depression that had been caused, originally, by the
completely unnecessary and, now professionally acknowledged, inappropriate
prescription of Librium. That was now behind me, and I was beginning to
revel in my total freedom in my tranquil rural home. It was a mind that
was curious, but not much more, that led me on to explore and experiment
with the book as a guide; a mind obviously coloured by experiences and
events that stretched back into childhood.
The moment one uses the word spiritual, one releases in one's hearers
or readers all their own attitudes, beliefs and prejudices about spiritual
concepts that form the basis of the religion in which they have been brought
up, or which they have later espoused, or which they reject. Ideally,
I would like to proceed without the preconceptions of any religion,
but only with the understanding of the existence of a spiritual 'dimension'
and the reality of individually acting spiritual beings.
This advice should be heeded by anyone thinking about doing the same, as the experiences that follow should show.
I had never thought much about, and had certainly never experimented with,
a planchette or ouija board, nor had I tried any other forms of divination.
I was certainly not looking in any way whatsoever for deep insights nor
for predictions. I was just looking, in total innocence and without
expectation. The spiritualist activities of my parents and grandparents
had always appeared to have assumed the presence of benevolent
spirits. If they had any concept of, or protection against, the intrusion
of spiritual malevolence, I was not aware of it. The possible existence
of such never even entered my mind. (Recent conversation with my brother,
who was a much more active participant than I was, has informed me that
there were indeed careful and stringent precautions and practices aimed
at guarding against such intrusions.)
Copyright © 2003 Roy Vincent