Hi all and I welcome you back. Sorry for the delay but I have been busy with a new job at the new "Bad Boy" store which has opened in the area and where I was fortunate to find employment after losing my job at "The Brick". Anyway that is not at all what my post is about today but it is on my own unique exerience of my enlightenment or call it my epiphany if you like. I posted this on a message board but felt it was perfect for here at my blog so I hope you enjoy. This was a reply to Nebankh and is a continuation or an encapsulization of what occurred...
Hi Nebankh ...
I never get tired of telling my story of my own enlightenment. It is a wondorous moment in my life and I really hope that all will eventually get to experience it before their departure from the material world. If I had tried to tell this story in the 17th or 18th or 19th and even the early 20th century I would have been locked away and perhaps would have even been lobotomized. It is a story that unless experienced really is difficult to believe but all who have enjoyed it have a common ground for it is beyond description ... sometimes.
My own enlightenment occured on about Oct 5th, 1998 and although I am unsure of the root cause I believe it has to do with my unique experience of travelling back to a place I had visited as a 4 year old and having it remain EXACTLY the same. Also visiting all the places I had as a child also probably stirred something deep within me and perhaps visiting "The Hunnebred" an ancient Dutch dolmen may have triggerred it as well but regardless of the cause I was fortunate to experience a life altering event.
And now to the "event" itself. It occurred in the evening at about 8:00 PM as I sat at my dining room table with Von Daniken's book and Graham's book and Ralph Ellis and also other books open on the table. It occurred in an instant and I can only describe it as thus: Forgive the capital letters but this is straight from my website and taken from my own notes made that evening:
IT WAS TRULY A ROCKY ROAD. IT WAS IF, AS DESCRIBED IN THE BIBLE (AND ELSEWHERE ), A LIGHT WENT ON IN MY HEAD. THE ONLY WAY I CAN DESCRIBE IT IS, IT WAS IF, EVERYTHING I HAD LEARNED, READ OR FELT IN MY ENTIRE LIFE SUDDENLY CAME TOGETHER, TO A SINGLE POINT IN MY BRAIN FROM THERE I COULD ACTUALLY FEEL THIS SINGLE POINT (IN MY BRAIN ) REACHING OUT TO EVERY SINGLE NERVE ENDING IN MY BRAIN, EVERY THOUGHT, CONSCIENCE AND UNCONSCIENCE, AND COULD ACTUALLY SEE THE CONNECTIONS BEING MADE. IT WAS TRULY THE MOST FRIGHTENING EXPERIENCE OF MY LIFE. I TRULY THOUGHT I WAS GOING MAD. I EVEN TOLD CAROL (my wife) THAT I THOUGHT I WAS. WHAT SUDDENLY STARTED THIS WOULD FILL VOLUMES AND I LOOK FORWARD TO EXPLORING THEM WITH YOU IN THE NEAR FUTURE. BUT AS THEY SAY AT THE END OF THIS TUNNEL I FINALLY SAW THE "LIGHT OF GOD."
After this moment my mind was racing at an unbelievable and uncontrolable speed and thoughts were coming to me faster than I could digest them. I was awake and writing constantly up to 22 or 23 hours a day with absolutely no fatigue. Some of my own notes I still can't decipher how I reached the conclusions I did. My face literally was shining and everyone could see the glow. It was almost, well no IT WAS biblically Moses in it's scope. It was also amazing. I suddenly could "see" things that I never even thought of before. I learned to read the moon in a matter of hours and soon could look at the moon and tell what day it was simply by the size of the crescent. It all became child's play. I even had the solution to why light acted as both a particle and a wave but thought it unimportant and did not write it down. I still hold the ideas in my head and perhaps I should post them and see what everyone thinks. To put it bluntly and not at all pompously ... I KNEW IT ALL ... EVERYTHING .... I HAD BEEN GIFTED WITH ALL THE ANSWERS !!!!
However the human mind can not cope with this and it began to overtake me. I could no longer function in todays society My mind was never on the task at hand but was continually wandering working on projects far superior to the mundane things such as selling pool tables and such. However as always in my life I had the good fortune of working for a man who was also religious and although he could not understand exactly what was happenning to me he could see it was a true epiphany and allowed me to sit in the back room and write write, write. I thank him still to this day. But it could not last, the bubble of knowing everything had to burst and burst it did one evening when after my daughter had asked me to fill an ink cartridge for her and me failing and getting ink all over my books I exploded in a fit of rage and in that instant ... IT WAS ALL GONE !
For a couple of years I lamented the fact that it was gone but since have realized that it gets released to me now in little spurts but even now at times it comes harder than I can deal with and develops into the obsessions most here are familiar with.
All my ideas and insights and revelations usually can be traced back to that singular moment in Oct of 1998 and as I have stated to some I trust, my life is now about trying to get back to that singular instant of total and I mean total knowledge for in that instant and I mean that precise intantaneous moment I do believe I actually knew it all. A gift from "God" or simply a gift from "The Unvierse" ? I do not think I will ever really know until I shed the material and return to the spiritual.
Best and I hope this makes sense to some out there.
Don Barone.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Continuing on about "Guardan Angels"
Hi all and welcome.
I am not sure if any others have gone through these experiences because in all my 58 years I have noticed people are very reluctant to discuss this type of incident. Do we have a protector or Guardian Angel guiding and protecting us or is it simply pure dumb luck that has gotten us this far in our lives while others meet an early grave. What decides and how ? Or is it a preordained plan we are following and thus because of this we must be kept safe and out of harms' way. Well I have my belief and it is based on a series of incidences in my life which I have shared actually with very few people but I will try to tell them now.
The first incident to come to mind immediately is a time back when I was about 19 or 20 and I was out "cruising" one night in my favourite "pink Oldsmobile" a 1958 Oldsmobile. In the car was myself and two girls and another male friend. We were driving along Barton Street ( not really that important but I thought anyone from Hamilton could picture it better)and had had a few run-ins with one of those rich kid types in "daddy's car". for several blocks we had screamed profanities and insults at each other and had drag raced at stop lights. Then just as we passed Wentworth St going west he pulled up beside me and started laughing hysterically and making fun of the car I was driving. Now please picture this in your mind he is RIGHT BESIDE ME AT THIS POINT on the right hand side of me ! I don't know what happened but something snapped inside me and obviously without thinking I pulled the steering wheel as far and as fast as I could to the right in order to ... well I honestly don't know what I was thinking, running him off the road I guess but Christ almighty there were people walking on the streets and other cars and god knows what else he would have hit, and the damage to both our cars ... it was like the passing of the 15 cars - a moment of pure insanity but pull the wheel I did and got ready for the impact. But honest a god it never came. When I looked he was safely about 5 car lengths behind me. I remember being not only relieved that I had missed him but incredulous that he was not beside me any longer. When I quizzed the people in the car about how he had dropped so far back they were very non committal and never really gave me an acceptable answer. I have never forgotten this incident for if it had gone differently I would probably have been suspended from driving, maybe even put in juvenile hall for a while but regardless my whole life would have been ruined and all for a stupid one second of insanity. Many times over the years I have asked myself how did it happen ? How did he drop from right beside me and I mean absolutely right beside me to 5 cars back in an instant. To me and my daughter it is but one more instant of a guiding hand allowing me to reach this juncture in my life. Toward what final ultimate goal is yet to be determined but guiding me it is.
And now we switch forward in time to Christmas morning, 1982 I think (maybe 1981) and my wife, Carol and I are driving on the QEW a local highway leading from Burlington and Hamilton and we are heading back to Hamilton and it is raining fairly hard. We are driving my mother-in-law's Pinto. I am in the passing lane and am doing about 55 MPH's and decide to speed up to the speed limit which was 60 MPH's. Now please remember I had been used to driving fairly big cars like Lincolns and Oldsmobiles and the like so I really did not know how this car handled and how it would react to rain. Anyway I gave the accelerator just a little gas and then it happened - hydro planing of the worst kind. I totally lost control of the car and off we went in a free wheeling spin in the middle of a 4 lane highway. Now I had always been a fairly good driver, very sure of myself behind the wheel but what happened next is still a vivid memory and I still can't quite grasp an answer on what happened and why. All of a sudden the car and us was spinning madly out of control in the middle of the highway and I guess momentarily I had thoughts of this being the end. Well I remember actually being at a loss of what to do and almost in a state of panic when all of a sudden and without warning I looked up into the rear view mirror and saw us fast approaching a collision course with the guard rail and then, and I honestly 100% believe that someone or something took the wheel along with me and as calm as you may please I very calmly and assuredly steered the car - ALL THE WHILE LOOKING IN THE REAR VIEW MIRROR - away from the guard rail and when the rain drops had settled we had done not a 360 but a 450 + or - and were facing the wrong way in virtually the centre of the 4 lanes with what ever traffic there was very calmly steering around us and going about their business. I vaguely remember my wife and I looking at each other stunned momentarily and then starting to laugh that sort of nervous laugh of anyone who has had a close call and when the coast was clear I simply turned the car around and off we went. But the incident was never forgotten, not by my wife nor by me and I think it was a little more intense for me because I felt the 'whatever" take over with me and steer us out of danger. It was like an unbelievable calm had over taken me and I was no longer scared and simply knew what I had to do and did it. To this day I think about it and although the guard rail coming at us is not as vivid as the 15 cars and some of the other things it still surfaces every once in a while and I know for sure it will never be forgotten. Again saving me for what ? I always kid my daughters that if something had happened they would not be here and this was not in the stars. But I had avoided a bullet again.
And now we switch to a car lot where cars that are shipped in by train are unloaded from the rail cars and parked until they are ready for shipping to new car dealers. My job as you can probably guess was to un-chain these cars, drive them off the flat bed trains and then park them. It was not the most brain intense job I ever had but the money was especially good and I was coming off an early bout of unemployment so I was very thankful for the money. I had been doing the job for months without incident when suddenly one day while driving down one the rows I was in a head on collision basically t-boning a car coming at an angle of 90 degrees to me. Since we were only doing about 25-30 MPH's death hardly was likely however I could have got a nasty bump on my head when I hit the dashboard or the windshield but again this is where we must bend the rules of science and logic for not only did I not hit the dash board or windshield, I DID NOT EVEN MOVE FROM MY SEAT ! I HONESTLY DID NOT EVEN FEEL THE INERTIA, IT WAS SURREAL AS I SIMPLY STAYED EXACTLY WHERE I WAS AND LOOKED AT THE FRONT END OF MY BRAND NEW, DAY OLD HONDA ACCORD, smashed to smithereens. Again I have gone over this incident a million times in my mind thinking I must be mistaken but no I did not budge an inch from that seat and of course I wore NO seat belt. It really did not make an immediate impact as I was worried about my job having just smashed a brand new car and it was only later when thinking about things that I realized I had not moved. How to explain it ? I no longer try.
And lastly but certainly not least we are now driving on the Trans Canada highway traveling along side I think the Fraser River (not exactly sure what river it was) and totally enjoying our first holiday as we are on our way to Victoria to see our sister-in-law. It is our first holiday together and we are having a ball. And now we get to a particularly harrowing part of the road where there is a steep mountain on my right and the canyon drops hundreds of feet below into the rushing river below. It is beautiful but scary as well and I have both hands of the wheel just a little nervous. And looming up ahead is a flat bed truck empty save for a few pieces of wood or so we thought. My wife's has recollections of rail road ties but I remember it as being an 8 by 8, regardless the outcome is the same. As we are traveling along the most harrowing part of this particular road all of a sudden off the back of the truck comes bounding this large piece of wood. The 8 x 8 is bounding end over end and it is coming straight at us. We are approaching it at about 65 MPH's and it bouncing uncontrollably towards us. It is another one of those moments frozen it tiem. Now again to this day I will never understand what stopped me from steering to the left to avoid it and plunge into the Fraser Canyon probably never to have been seen again. I honestly have no idea why I chose the course I did but I simply accelerated toward the bounding piece of wood and hell be damned I thought.
Now let's think about what an 8 x 8 bouncing down the highway at probably 50 MPH's and crashing into your windshield. I figure death would be a pretty good guess or how about just smashing your windshield to pieces and although not killing you destroying the car and ruining the rest of your holidays and maybe even you life or how about this, how about ... simply hitting your thick rubber front bumper, splintering into a zillion pieces and bouncing innocently into the canyon below. Well obviously teh "log" chose the latter and sometimes late a night when I see the 8 x 8 coming towards me in my dreams instead of accelerating I do the natural thing and swerve left and plummet into the canyon below ... as I awaken in a cold sweat I think back to that day and thank whoever or whatever .. we made the right decison ... or was it really mine to make ?
Anyway thanks for listening
Don Barone
I am not sure if any others have gone through these experiences because in all my 58 years I have noticed people are very reluctant to discuss this type of incident. Do we have a protector or Guardian Angel guiding and protecting us or is it simply pure dumb luck that has gotten us this far in our lives while others meet an early grave. What decides and how ? Or is it a preordained plan we are following and thus because of this we must be kept safe and out of harms' way. Well I have my belief and it is based on a series of incidences in my life which I have shared actually with very few people but I will try to tell them now.
The first incident to come to mind immediately is a time back when I was about 19 or 20 and I was out "cruising" one night in my favourite "pink Oldsmobile" a 1958 Oldsmobile. In the car was myself and two girls and another male friend. We were driving along Barton Street ( not really that important but I thought anyone from Hamilton could picture it better)and had had a few run-ins with one of those rich kid types in "daddy's car". for several blocks we had screamed profanities and insults at each other and had drag raced at stop lights. Then just as we passed Wentworth St going west he pulled up beside me and started laughing hysterically and making fun of the car I was driving. Now please picture this in your mind he is RIGHT BESIDE ME AT THIS POINT on the right hand side of me ! I don't know what happened but something snapped inside me and obviously without thinking I pulled the steering wheel as far and as fast as I could to the right in order to ... well I honestly don't know what I was thinking, running him off the road I guess but Christ almighty there were people walking on the streets and other cars and god knows what else he would have hit, and the damage to both our cars ... it was like the passing of the 15 cars - a moment of pure insanity but pull the wheel I did and got ready for the impact. But honest a god it never came. When I looked he was safely about 5 car lengths behind me. I remember being not only relieved that I had missed him but incredulous that he was not beside me any longer. When I quizzed the people in the car about how he had dropped so far back they were very non committal and never really gave me an acceptable answer. I have never forgotten this incident for if it had gone differently I would probably have been suspended from driving, maybe even put in juvenile hall for a while but regardless my whole life would have been ruined and all for a stupid one second of insanity. Many times over the years I have asked myself how did it happen ? How did he drop from right beside me and I mean absolutely right beside me to 5 cars back in an instant. To me and my daughter it is but one more instant of a guiding hand allowing me to reach this juncture in my life. Toward what final ultimate goal is yet to be determined but guiding me it is.
And now we switch forward in time to Christmas morning, 1982 I think (maybe 1981) and my wife, Carol and I are driving on the QEW a local highway leading from Burlington and Hamilton and we are heading back to Hamilton and it is raining fairly hard. We are driving my mother-in-law's Pinto. I am in the passing lane and am doing about 55 MPH's and decide to speed up to the speed limit which was 60 MPH's. Now please remember I had been used to driving fairly big cars like Lincolns and Oldsmobiles and the like so I really did not know how this car handled and how it would react to rain. Anyway I gave the accelerator just a little gas and then it happened - hydro planing of the worst kind. I totally lost control of the car and off we went in a free wheeling spin in the middle of a 4 lane highway. Now I had always been a fairly good driver, very sure of myself behind the wheel but what happened next is still a vivid memory and I still can't quite grasp an answer on what happened and why. All of a sudden the car and us was spinning madly out of control in the middle of the highway and I guess momentarily I had thoughts of this being the end. Well I remember actually being at a loss of what to do and almost in a state of panic when all of a sudden and without warning I looked up into the rear view mirror and saw us fast approaching a collision course with the guard rail and then, and I honestly 100% believe that someone or something took the wheel along with me and as calm as you may please I very calmly and assuredly steered the car - ALL THE WHILE LOOKING IN THE REAR VIEW MIRROR - away from the guard rail and when the rain drops had settled we had done not a 360 but a 450 + or - and were facing the wrong way in virtually the centre of the 4 lanes with what ever traffic there was very calmly steering around us and going about their business. I vaguely remember my wife and I looking at each other stunned momentarily and then starting to laugh that sort of nervous laugh of anyone who has had a close call and when the coast was clear I simply turned the car around and off we went. But the incident was never forgotten, not by my wife nor by me and I think it was a little more intense for me because I felt the 'whatever" take over with me and steer us out of danger. It was like an unbelievable calm had over taken me and I was no longer scared and simply knew what I had to do and did it. To this day I think about it and although the guard rail coming at us is not as vivid as the 15 cars and some of the other things it still surfaces every once in a while and I know for sure it will never be forgotten. Again saving me for what ? I always kid my daughters that if something had happened they would not be here and this was not in the stars. But I had avoided a bullet again.
And now we switch to a car lot where cars that are shipped in by train are unloaded from the rail cars and parked until they are ready for shipping to new car dealers. My job as you can probably guess was to un-chain these cars, drive them off the flat bed trains and then park them. It was not the most brain intense job I ever had but the money was especially good and I was coming off an early bout of unemployment so I was very thankful for the money. I had been doing the job for months without incident when suddenly one day while driving down one the rows I was in a head on collision basically t-boning a car coming at an angle of 90 degrees to me. Since we were only doing about 25-30 MPH's death hardly was likely however I could have got a nasty bump on my head when I hit the dashboard or the windshield but again this is where we must bend the rules of science and logic for not only did I not hit the dash board or windshield, I DID NOT EVEN MOVE FROM MY SEAT ! I HONESTLY DID NOT EVEN FEEL THE INERTIA, IT WAS SURREAL AS I SIMPLY STAYED EXACTLY WHERE I WAS AND LOOKED AT THE FRONT END OF MY BRAND NEW, DAY OLD HONDA ACCORD, smashed to smithereens. Again I have gone over this incident a million times in my mind thinking I must be mistaken but no I did not budge an inch from that seat and of course I wore NO seat belt. It really did not make an immediate impact as I was worried about my job having just smashed a brand new car and it was only later when thinking about things that I realized I had not moved. How to explain it ? I no longer try.
And lastly but certainly not least we are now driving on the Trans Canada highway traveling along side I think the Fraser River (not exactly sure what river it was) and totally enjoying our first holiday as we are on our way to Victoria to see our sister-in-law. It is our first holiday together and we are having a ball. And now we get to a particularly harrowing part of the road where there is a steep mountain on my right and the canyon drops hundreds of feet below into the rushing river below. It is beautiful but scary as well and I have both hands of the wheel just a little nervous. And looming up ahead is a flat bed truck empty save for a few pieces of wood or so we thought. My wife's has recollections of rail road ties but I remember it as being an 8 by 8, regardless the outcome is the same. As we are traveling along the most harrowing part of this particular road all of a sudden off the back of the truck comes bounding this large piece of wood. The 8 x 8 is bounding end over end and it is coming straight at us. We are approaching it at about 65 MPH's and it bouncing uncontrollably towards us. It is another one of those moments frozen it tiem. Now again to this day I will never understand what stopped me from steering to the left to avoid it and plunge into the Fraser Canyon probably never to have been seen again. I honestly have no idea why I chose the course I did but I simply accelerated toward the bounding piece of wood and hell be damned I thought.
Now let's think about what an 8 x 8 bouncing down the highway at probably 50 MPH's and crashing into your windshield. I figure death would be a pretty good guess or how about just smashing your windshield to pieces and although not killing you destroying the car and ruining the rest of your holidays and maybe even you life or how about this, how about ... simply hitting your thick rubber front bumper, splintering into a zillion pieces and bouncing innocently into the canyon below. Well obviously teh "log" chose the latter and sometimes late a night when I see the 8 x 8 coming towards me in my dreams instead of accelerating I do the natural thing and swerve left and plummet into the canyon below ... as I awaken in a cold sweat I think back to that day and thank whoever or whatever .. we made the right decison ... or was it really mine to make ?
Anyway thanks for listening
Don Barone
Monday, May 5, 2008
Very Quick Update
Hi all and welcome.
This is just a quick update to let you know I am still around and have not abandoned this site already. I am busy working on the transfer of my tapes and it is very time consuming. For example first you must burn the tape to the computer. That takes 2 hours since it burns in real time. Then you have to burn it to a DVD. This takes the better part of an hour and occasionally it malfunctions which means you have to try again. So, so far we are at about 3 - 4 hours. Next we have to take the original burned file on our hard drive and transfer it to FLV format for streaming on my webpage. This takes about 40 minutes, sometimes more. So all together each tape takes about 4 1/2 hours to transfer. As I said very time consuming and at any time one of the stages could fail at the very last second and you have to do it again. There are some tapes that have taken me 3 tries to get it right.
Anyway I am up to Tape 008 with Tape 009 being burnt as I type this. ... Well only about 340 more to go ...
So long for now and thanks for listening
Don Barone
This is just a quick update to let you know I am still around and have not abandoned this site already. I am busy working on the transfer of my tapes and it is very time consuming. For example first you must burn the tape to the computer. That takes 2 hours since it burns in real time. Then you have to burn it to a DVD. This takes the better part of an hour and occasionally it malfunctions which means you have to try again. So, so far we are at about 3 - 4 hours. Next we have to take the original burned file on our hard drive and transfer it to FLV format for streaming on my webpage. This takes about 40 minutes, sometimes more. So all together each tape takes about 4 1/2 hours to transfer. As I said very time consuming and at any time one of the stages could fail at the very last second and you have to do it again. There are some tapes that have taken me 3 tries to get it right.
Anyway I am up to Tape 008 with Tape 009 being burnt as I type this. ... Well only about 340 more to go ...
So long for now and thanks for listening
Don Barone
Thursday, May 1, 2008
An Interlude: Annnouncing A Major Project Undertaking
Hi all and welcome.
I am taking a quick break from finishing my explanation of "The Kundalini" and my experience with one in order to mention that I have begun work on probably my most ambitious web site to date and it doesn't get more challenging than this. Over the last 20 years I have video taped almost, well heck let's forget the word 'almost' and just say every, everything my two girls have done be it school plays, dance recitals, practice for dance recitals, live theatre group work they have done, visits to amusement parks, all family birthdays for ALL of us and virtually every get together our family has ever had. It totals somewhere around 150 video tapes of 2hour length duration. I have been meaning to put them all onto DVD but then I thought gee whiz that would simply make it 150 DVD's so I have come up with an alternative plan. Each 2 hour tape recorded in high quality is going to be around 7 GB's of data. Multiply this by 150 and we have about a Terra Byte's worth of recording. Now since the price of these large hard drives is falling I have come up with another plan. I am putting all my videos on a personal website, open to anyone but really meant for friends and family. In order to do this of course I have to download it onto my hard drive, convert to .flv and then post it but all the data will be on my hard drive so when the time comes I will simply buy 2 - Two Terra byte (2000 GB's) drives. One will be for Angelica, my oldest and one also for Marianna. On these two drives will be all 150 tapes in both .mpeg and .flv formats. The original tapes I will suggest go into a safety deposit box as a hedge against some future calamity. Although the 2000 GB drives are about $699.00 at the present in a couple of years I would think they will be around 299.00 and that I will be able to afford. Well rather than just talk about it why don't you take a visit to the site by clicking here:
We Grew Up Barones
Please be advised that there are some pretty boring moments on these tapes but my idea all along, for the last 20 years was to build an archive for my children and their children children's so in order to make it easier to wade through the quiet stuff I have also included an index on each tape. Please enjoy and all comments will be mostly appreciated.
Best wishes and thanks for listening.
Don Barone
I am taking a quick break from finishing my explanation of "The Kundalini" and my experience with one in order to mention that I have begun work on probably my most ambitious web site to date and it doesn't get more challenging than this. Over the last 20 years I have video taped almost, well heck let's forget the word 'almost' and just say every, everything my two girls have done be it school plays, dance recitals, practice for dance recitals, live theatre group work they have done, visits to amusement parks, all family birthdays for ALL of us and virtually every get together our family has ever had. It totals somewhere around 150 video tapes of 2hour length duration. I have been meaning to put them all onto DVD but then I thought gee whiz that would simply make it 150 DVD's so I have come up with an alternative plan. Each 2 hour tape recorded in high quality is going to be around 7 GB's of data. Multiply this by 150 and we have about a Terra Byte's worth of recording. Now since the price of these large hard drives is falling I have come up with another plan. I am putting all my videos on a personal website, open to anyone but really meant for friends and family. In order to do this of course I have to download it onto my hard drive, convert to .flv and then post it but all the data will be on my hard drive so when the time comes I will simply buy 2 - Two Terra byte (2000 GB's) drives. One will be for Angelica, my oldest and one also for Marianna. On these two drives will be all 150 tapes in both .mpeg and .flv formats. The original tapes I will suggest go into a safety deposit box as a hedge against some future calamity. Although the 2000 GB drives are about $699.00 at the present in a couple of years I would think they will be around 299.00 and that I will be able to afford. Well rather than just talk about it why don't you take a visit to the site by clicking here:
We Grew Up Barones
Please be advised that there are some pretty boring moments on these tapes but my idea all along, for the last 20 years was to build an archive for my children and their children children's so in order to make it easier to wade through the quiet stuff I have also included an index on each tape. Please enjoy and all comments will be mostly appreciated.
Best wishes and thanks for listening.
Don Barone
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
The Kundalini: A Gift - But From Where and From Whom ?
Hi all - Welcome as usual. Today I am going to tell a different type of story. It is the kind of story that people really don't like to hear. It is about transcending the borders of reality and moving to places not yet explored. This immediately puts people off and many do not even want to entertain these thoughts and notions but I assure you every single word that is to follow is the truth, the whole truth and absolutely nothing but the truth. The story really begins, at least this part of it, early in January of 1998 as we got word that my mother's brother had passed away in Holland and that the estate needed looking after. Originally my older brother was going to go over with my mom but I kind of pushed for a chance to go as well (my mom was going to foot the bill) and so she said that I could come as well. My mom and I started making plans and my older brother feeling he was being pushed to the sidelines said "Fine, you guys go by yourselves" and so this is exactly what we did. At first my mom did not want to rent a car but I was relentless in my insistence that we get one and finally she said okay and we had a car waiting for us when we landed in Amsterdam. Now just a side note here this was not going to be my first visit to Holland but I had come in 1954 (I was 4) with my mother and 2 brothers and it was interesting what I seemed to remember. I had written this down early after the experience I had which can only be referred to by anyone who has been given the gift of one as "The Kundalini". I am going to put the version I wrote down here again for I really feel I was being "led" as I wrote it. Here it is:
............................ WRITTEN IN 1998 ..........................
Many people have wondered where people get their ideas and inspiration from and I am no different. I often wondered where writers get the ability to write thousands of words to fill a book. I wondered how men like Leonardo, Michaelangelo and Einstein received their insight and their visions. For me these questions were answered when I went through a unique experience approximately a year ago.
The following which I am going to relate is my journey to what I can only call an enlightenment. It may click with some people and others will say .. "I wonder what he was smoking." I will tell it here only so you can understand how and why I came up with some of these thoughts which are posted at various sites on my home page. As a basic background I will simply say that I hated school with a passion. I found most of my teachers boring and extremely conservative in both their attitudes and their insights. They tried to teach but never once told me why I should learn that which they were teaching. They never once laid the proper foundation for the teachings that they delivered in a monotone and forced manner. There were exceptions of course and mercifully these were my Physics teachers and some of my math teachers. I have been blessed with what I consider a keen mind and although I have never been told exactly what my IQ is, it has been hinted that it is around 130 to 140. Artistically I am just average but when it comes to math, specifically Geometry, I am extremely blessed. I started doing Jig-Saw puzzles at an extremely young age and by the time I was six could do 500 to 1000 piece puzzles with no problem. I only mention this here to emphasize my inherent ability to see patterns and shapes and colours. I also was lucky enough to have a mother who encouraged free thinking and individuality. I was never stifled in any of my pursuits, whatever they were and my mom and I had spent countless hours exchanging ideas and philosophies. From these exchanges my ideas were refined and sharpened. I can't thank her enough for making me who I am. Her mind was as sharp as anyone I ever knew and now even though time has slowed her just a bit, she is now 81, (sadly she was called to the other side on February 23rd, 2004) she still has the ability to see beyond the obvious and search for an inner truth. She constantly emphasized the pursuit of perfection, knowledge and truth. Interestingly it only took about 48 years for her message to finally sink in.
Last March, due to the death of her brother, she was somewhat forced to return to the land of her birth, Holland. Since she was 78 at the time and has somewhat been slowed due to the ravages of time she was unable to make the journey by herself and invited me to come with her ... all expenses paid. So off we went. Just as a sidelight here I must mention that when I was four I had also made this same trip to Holland. So now 44 years later I was to make this trip again. When one thinks back, four is an interesting age. Many new thoughts are forming and intelligence is just starting to take root. I wondered if I would remember anything of my previous trip and whether anything would click. I later found out that it would in a most profound way. This may sound long winded to some but it is crucial to understanding how some, if not all people receive their ideas. Well at least this is how my journey started. ... So off we went.
My Uncle was somewhat eccentric and when we arrived at the house of my uncle's, which by the way was the same house in which my mother was born, and which dated back to the 18th century, we found it EXACTLY as it was 44 years earlier. I mean EXACTLY the same. Same rugs ... same pictures hanging on the wall .... same curtains ... same furniture !! Not only this is was exactly the same as it had been when my mother was very young. This house had not changed in 75 years. It was truly amazing. And so it was that I was given the unique chance to return to a place I had been 44 years earlier and find it exactly as it was when I was four years old. Now there were no crystal clear memories of my previous trip, just little things that kept creeping in to remind me that yes I had been here before. We went to all the places that we visited when I was a child, and all was vaguely familiar. Then we visited the dunes, where as a child of 4, 44 years earlier, I had become lost and who knows what thoughts had gone through my mind. As I walked out onto the dunes, I reflected that this was the spot which was the very last spot and time on earth I had been truly ALONE with my thoughts and my ideas. It was a profound experience. Even 44 years later, the loneliness and isolation of these dunes was truly frightening. I can only imagine what I was thinking those 44 years ago, when as a child I had become lost and felt the total isolation of being ALONE.
We also decided to visit the Dolmen, which was only about a 2 hour drive north from where we were staying. It was unbelievable. As I crawled in and through and around this 5000 year old site and surveyed the land around it, I reflected back to the people and the time who must have built this monument. It could not have changed much and the fact that it appeared exactly as it might have so very long ago, again left an indelible imprint on my mind. I felt that I could almost hear them calling out to me, telling me this is indeed where you originated, this is where you began, this is your heritage. On the ride back I was very quiet, reflecting on another unique experience that I had been able to participate in.
And now for the first time I share the experience with you as I experienced it.
When we returned to Canada I had somehow changed. Nothing concrete and nothing that I could put into words, but I had indeed changed. I became less motivated at work. Suddenly selling pool tables just didn't seem all that important. And as the next few months progressed I started to notice some extremely "weird" things going on which I will explain in my next paragraph.
It started out innocently enough one morning while I was shaving. Looking in the mirror I suddenly noticed, for the first time that I looked quite a lot like my twin brother. I shrugged it off and proceeded with the day. For several mornings after that the same thing was repeated. Until one morning I actually felt like my brother. Now how does one feel like another person you might ask ? I really can't explain it. It was as if I was my brother in the mirror looking out at myself. This shook me up a bit but the experience was lost in the responsibilities of the day. Next came a similar experience, but this time it was my older brother who I saw myself resembling in the mirror and again finally I became him looking out at myself. Very strange indeed. The final incident in mirror was that one morning I looked in the mirror and saw my resemblance to my father, quite a bit more obvious than it should have been. Again I shrugged it off figuring that as I was growing older I was beginning to resemble him. Then one morning I looked in the mirror and again saw what appeared, to me to be, an uncanny resemblance between myself and my father. As I stared straight into my own eyes reflected in the mirror suddenly it was not my eyes but his that were looking back at me from the grave. I couldn't pull myself away and just stared into the eyes that stared back and watched as the face in the mirror slowly started resembling my father more and more. Now here I have to qualify these statements. It was not that I actually saw my father in the mirror, no it was much more subtle than that. It is like when one looks at a baby. Their faces seem to change by the minute. This is what I experienced. No dissolving of my face to be replaced with his as would be portrayed on television but a subtle gradual change that probably only I could perceive. As I stared into the face I noticed the amazingly calm countenance of my father and then in an instant I became him as well, staring back at myself. I felt as if some communication of some type had been made. I can't explain it. It was just a feeling that I had.Again this shook me up a bit but again was lost in the hustle and bustle of reality. I didn't think about it again till after the "awakening" or "enlightenment" that I experienced when I started to reflect on what could have caused my "awakening". It was only then that I felt that this could indeed have been part and parcel of the trigger. Now I know there are going to be those that laugh at these experiences. Others will shrug them off as chance thoughts and wishful thinking. To those I would simply say ... You are so wrong. This was a real experience. My mind is quite rational and always has been. No ghosts ... no hallucinations .... and NO DRUGS !!!
As I mentioned earlier my entire attitude started to change. I became restless, irritable and impatient with everyone and everything. I felt as if I wanted to do something more but had no idea what this could be. At this same time I started reading a book by David Wood entitled "Genisis." This is a book I had seen advertised on the net two years previously and had always intended to buy. By chance one day (maybe) I saw it in a book store for $45 Canadian instead of the price I had previously seen it sell for which was $45 American. So I immediately snatched in up. In this book David Wood tells in epic style his journey to "his" awakening, which was the discovery of a hitherto unknown geometrical symbol in the Rennes Le Chateau region of France. It kept me spellbound as David methodically traced his route to his inevitable discovery. It is an awesome book. He mentioned many things in this book that were, or seemed to be beyond coincidence in his search for the final answer but over and over again he kept repeating "Look for the Signs." Was he talking to me ? I doubted it but perhaps I should start looking for the "Signs" as he suggested.
One other strange occurrence happened one day at work. Forgive the male in this next statement but we had a large plate glass window at the store I worked at and one of our favourite pastimes was girl watching. On any particular day there might be 3 or 4 that we all found particularly attractive. However on this one particular day THEY ALL LOOKED BEAUTIFUL ! I don't mean in the Hollywood sort of way but in the way that they looked in our teens. Fresh, vibrant and so beautiful. The way our first crush looked in the innocence of our youth. Not just one or two but literally all of them. I couldn't figure it out and again let it slip into the back of my mind. Could this have been the first stirrings of what was to follow. Could this seeing of beauty everywhere have laid the groundwork for seeing the beauty in math. I honestly don't know. I only know that none of the previous experiences have been duplicated since.
Then, near the end of David Wood's book "Genisis" he ties in his measurements to the speed of light. I was at first skeptical then impressed and finally overwhelmed with the enormity of this statement. For if it was true then the ancients knew the speed of light..... But how ? I reasoned that they couldn't have measured it. So if it was true they must have arrived at it by PURE THOUGHT EXPERIMENTS. I was dumbfounded. And slowly, at first, and building to a crescendo, THE LIGHT WAS TURNED ON AND STARTED TO BURN BRIGHTER AND BRIGHTER !! Till finally about 2 days later I suddenly shouted out loud EUREKA ... I HAVE IT.
But what did I have ? Well I reasoned, if the ancients knew the speed of light then obviously they knew just about everything we now know about math. But all they had were ruler, compass and marker. So my task was to find the answers they had found using only these tools. The search wasn't IF THEY KNEW this math, for I was convinced that they did. But how did they find it using just their mind, their time and their ruler, compass and marker. AND THUS THE QUEST BEGAN !!! I became convinced in my own mind that the ancients did indeed know about Pi and Phi ( The Golden Mean ) and how both these ratios are the building blocks of everything. I became convinced that they could square the circle and that if I could find out how they did it many of my other thoughts would be accepted as well. I became convinced also that they had left this knowledge to us in myths, Stonehenge, The Pyramids, The Ley Lines, The Ark of the Covenant and many other things. It became my obsession to try to decipher them. The pyramid representing the creation was an early one but there were to be many more. The ancients did indeed have the knowledge and THEY INDEED DID LEAVE IT TO US. WE SIMPLY HAVE TO KNOW WHERE TO LOOK. I WILL SHOW YOU WHERE I HAVE LOOKED AND FOUND IT. ...PERHAPS YOU WILL FIND OTHERS !!!
.............................. Back to The Present ...........................
Gee I wrote that well. I still can't imagine improving on the way I described the events. As I say I believe I was guided as I wrote it. However that was written almost 10 years ago and my mind is a whole lot clearer now on what occurred on that afternoon of Oct 5th, 1998 when like in the movie Phenomenon I was hit with what can only be described as a lightening bolt. Some people I know feel I should not mention things like this for fear of being branded a nut case or worse but these experiences have been experienced by many people and it is for the simple reason that people are afraid of discussing their experience that it remains in the realm of the paranormal and on the pseudoscience shelf.
In India their religion is all about searching for this Kundalini. Many fast in order to try to achieve it. Some spent years in solitude and meditation in order to try to achieve it and even The Beatles went to India to try to achieve it and some, well some very fortunate individuals experience it spontaneously. It is called the Kundalini and here is a quick description:
Kundalini rising
According to yogic writings and oral tradition, the force of Kundalini is raised through specific meditative practices.
Kundalini-experiences are understood using the structure of the Chakra system, the psycho-spiritual energy centers along the spine. According to Hindu tradition Kundalini rises from the root Chakra up through the spinal channel, (called Shushumna), and it is believed to activate each Chakra it goes through. Each Chakra is said to contain special characteristics.[21] The Chakras are any of the nerve plexes or centers of force and consciousness located within the inner bodies of man. When Kundalini Shakti unites itself with the Supreme Being (Lord Shiva), the aspirant gets engrossed in deep meditation during which he perceives infinite bliss.[22][23] In raising Kundalini, spiritual powers (siddhis) are also believed to arise. However, many spiritual traditions see these phenomena as obstacles on the path, and encourage their students not to be distracted by them.[24] ...
... Kundalini syndrome
Main article: Kundalini Syndrome
Researchers in the fields of Humanistic psychology,[32] Transpersonal psychology,[33] and Near-death studies[34][35] describe a complex pattern of sensory, motor, mental and affective symptoms associated with the concept of Kundalini, sometimes called the Kundalini syndrome.[36] This psychosomatic arousal and excitation is believed to occur in connection with prolonged, intensive spiritual or contemplative practice (such as meditation or yoga),[37][38][39] or a near-death experience,[40][41] or as a result of an intense personal crisis or experience. According to these fields of study The Kundalini syndrome is different from a single Kundalini episode, such as a Kundalini arousal. Kundalini syndrome is a process that might unfold over several months, or even years. If the accompanying symptoms unfold in an intense manner that destabilizes the person, the process is usually interpreted as a spiritual emergency.[42][43]
Article from Wikipedia
So in a nutshell what The Kundalini is is a total and absolute melding of spirit and man. It is the penultimate trip and is in my opinion what Neil Young's "Goldrush" was all about as also was Johnny Rivers "Realization". Needless to say Jerry Garcia was on the first car of the train. I think we can add Chris de Burgh to the passenger list as well. But it is an experience that is at times difficult if not impossible to control and when I am on a "roll" I become almost unable to function in this mundane world and society. No wonder that monks in olden day sequestered themselves away. And just look at some of the magnificent works accomplished by these self imposed hermits. But if you know what to look for it is fairly easy to pick out those throughout history who had been blessed (or cursed the jury is still out on this one). The first one that comes to mind is an author by the name of Philip K. Dick, a masterful teller of Science Fiction stories. But his stories had much more to them. Here is a bit about Philip K. Dick:
Philip K. Dick
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Philip K. Dick
Philip K. Dick
Born December 16, 1928(1928-12-16)
Chicago, Illinois, United States
Died March 2, 1982 (aged 53)
Santa Ana, California, U.S.
Pen name Richard Philips, Jack Dowland, Horselover Fat
Occupation Novelist, essayist, short story writer
Nationality American
Genres Science Fiction
Speculative Fiction
Postmodernism
Influences[show]
Flaubert, Balzac, Kant, Marcel Proust, Samuel Beckett, Dostoyevsky, John Sladek, Nathanael West, Jorge Luis Borges
Influenced[show]
The Wachowski Brothers, Jean Baudrillard, David Cronenberg, Richard Linklater, Jonathan Lethem, Fredric Jameson, Slavoj Žižek, Roberto Bolaño, Rodrigo Fresán, Mark E. Smith
Official website[show]
http://www.philipkdick.com
Philip Kindred Dick (December 16, 1928 – March 2, 1982) was an American science fiction novelist and short story writer. Dick explored sociological, political and metaphysical themes in novels dominated by monopolistic corporations, authoritarian governments, and altered states. In his later works, Dick's thematic focus strongly reflected his personal interest in metaphysics and theology. He often drew upon his own life experiences and addressed the nature of drug use, paranoia and schizophrenia, and mystical experiences in novels such as A Scanner Darkly and VALIS.[1]
Article about Philip K. Dick
Okay there is so much more that I need to add to this posting so maybe we should break it here and call this Part I. This is extremely interesting and I really am surprised that no one has pursued this before but I have been meaning to tie it all in and this is as good a place to do it as any so see you in Part II.
As always thanks for listening - Don Barone
............................ WRITTEN IN 1998 ..........................
Many people have wondered where people get their ideas and inspiration from and I am no different. I often wondered where writers get the ability to write thousands of words to fill a book. I wondered how men like Leonardo, Michaelangelo and Einstein received their insight and their visions. For me these questions were answered when I went through a unique experience approximately a year ago.
The following which I am going to relate is my journey to what I can only call an enlightenment. It may click with some people and others will say .. "I wonder what he was smoking." I will tell it here only so you can understand how and why I came up with some of these thoughts which are posted at various sites on my home page. As a basic background I will simply say that I hated school with a passion. I found most of my teachers boring and extremely conservative in both their attitudes and their insights. They tried to teach but never once told me why I should learn that which they were teaching. They never once laid the proper foundation for the teachings that they delivered in a monotone and forced manner. There were exceptions of course and mercifully these were my Physics teachers and some of my math teachers. I have been blessed with what I consider a keen mind and although I have never been told exactly what my IQ is, it has been hinted that it is around 130 to 140. Artistically I am just average but when it comes to math, specifically Geometry, I am extremely blessed. I started doing Jig-Saw puzzles at an extremely young age and by the time I was six could do 500 to 1000 piece puzzles with no problem. I only mention this here to emphasize my inherent ability to see patterns and shapes and colours. I also was lucky enough to have a mother who encouraged free thinking and individuality. I was never stifled in any of my pursuits, whatever they were and my mom and I had spent countless hours exchanging ideas and philosophies. From these exchanges my ideas were refined and sharpened. I can't thank her enough for making me who I am. Her mind was as sharp as anyone I ever knew and now even though time has slowed her just a bit, she is now 81, (sadly she was called to the other side on February 23rd, 2004) she still has the ability to see beyond the obvious and search for an inner truth. She constantly emphasized the pursuit of perfection, knowledge and truth. Interestingly it only took about 48 years for her message to finally sink in.
Last March, due to the death of her brother, she was somewhat forced to return to the land of her birth, Holland. Since she was 78 at the time and has somewhat been slowed due to the ravages of time she was unable to make the journey by herself and invited me to come with her ... all expenses paid. So off we went. Just as a sidelight here I must mention that when I was four I had also made this same trip to Holland. So now 44 years later I was to make this trip again. When one thinks back, four is an interesting age. Many new thoughts are forming and intelligence is just starting to take root. I wondered if I would remember anything of my previous trip and whether anything would click. I later found out that it would in a most profound way. This may sound long winded to some but it is crucial to understanding how some, if not all people receive their ideas. Well at least this is how my journey started. ... So off we went.
My Uncle was somewhat eccentric and when we arrived at the house of my uncle's, which by the way was the same house in which my mother was born, and which dated back to the 18th century, we found it EXACTLY as it was 44 years earlier. I mean EXACTLY the same. Same rugs ... same pictures hanging on the wall .... same curtains ... same furniture !! Not only this is was exactly the same as it had been when my mother was very young. This house had not changed in 75 years. It was truly amazing. And so it was that I was given the unique chance to return to a place I had been 44 years earlier and find it exactly as it was when I was four years old. Now there were no crystal clear memories of my previous trip, just little things that kept creeping in to remind me that yes I had been here before. We went to all the places that we visited when I was a child, and all was vaguely familiar. Then we visited the dunes, where as a child of 4, 44 years earlier, I had become lost and who knows what thoughts had gone through my mind. As I walked out onto the dunes, I reflected that this was the spot which was the very last spot and time on earth I had been truly ALONE with my thoughts and my ideas. It was a profound experience. Even 44 years later, the loneliness and isolation of these dunes was truly frightening. I can only imagine what I was thinking those 44 years ago, when as a child I had become lost and felt the total isolation of being ALONE.
We also decided to visit the Dolmen, which was only about a 2 hour drive north from where we were staying. It was unbelievable. As I crawled in and through and around this 5000 year old site and surveyed the land around it, I reflected back to the people and the time who must have built this monument. It could not have changed much and the fact that it appeared exactly as it might have so very long ago, again left an indelible imprint on my mind. I felt that I could almost hear them calling out to me, telling me this is indeed where you originated, this is where you began, this is your heritage. On the ride back I was very quiet, reflecting on another unique experience that I had been able to participate in.And now for the first time I share the experience with you as I experienced it.
When we returned to Canada I had somehow changed. Nothing concrete and nothing that I could put into words, but I had indeed changed. I became less motivated at work. Suddenly selling pool tables just didn't seem all that important. And as the next few months progressed I started to notice some extremely "weird" things going on which I will explain in my next paragraph.
It started out innocently enough one morning while I was shaving. Looking in the mirror I suddenly noticed, for the first time that I looked quite a lot like my twin brother. I shrugged it off and proceeded with the day. For several mornings after that the same thing was repeated. Until one morning I actually felt like my brother. Now how does one feel like another person you might ask ? I really can't explain it. It was as if I was my brother in the mirror looking out at myself. This shook me up a bit but the experience was lost in the responsibilities of the day. Next came a similar experience, but this time it was my older brother who I saw myself resembling in the mirror and again finally I became him looking out at myself. Very strange indeed. The final incident in mirror was that one morning I looked in the mirror and saw my resemblance to my father, quite a bit more obvious than it should have been. Again I shrugged it off figuring that as I was growing older I was beginning to resemble him. Then one morning I looked in the mirror and again saw what appeared, to me to be, an uncanny resemblance between myself and my father. As I stared straight into my own eyes reflected in the mirror suddenly it was not my eyes but his that were looking back at me from the grave. I couldn't pull myself away and just stared into the eyes that stared back and watched as the face in the mirror slowly started resembling my father more and more. Now here I have to qualify these statements. It was not that I actually saw my father in the mirror, no it was much more subtle than that. It is like when one looks at a baby. Their faces seem to change by the minute. This is what I experienced. No dissolving of my face to be replaced with his as would be portrayed on television but a subtle gradual change that probably only I could perceive. As I stared into the face I noticed the amazingly calm countenance of my father and then in an instant I became him as well, staring back at myself. I felt as if some communication of some type had been made. I can't explain it. It was just a feeling that I had.Again this shook me up a bit but again was lost in the hustle and bustle of reality. I didn't think about it again till after the "awakening" or "enlightenment" that I experienced when I started to reflect on what could have caused my "awakening". It was only then that I felt that this could indeed have been part and parcel of the trigger. Now I know there are going to be those that laugh at these experiences. Others will shrug them off as chance thoughts and wishful thinking. To those I would simply say ... You are so wrong. This was a real experience. My mind is quite rational and always has been. No ghosts ... no hallucinations .... and NO DRUGS !!!
As I mentioned earlier my entire attitude started to change. I became restless, irritable and impatient with everyone and everything. I felt as if I wanted to do something more but had no idea what this could be. At this same time I started reading a book by David Wood entitled "Genisis." This is a book I had seen advertised on the net two years previously and had always intended to buy. By chance one day (maybe) I saw it in a book store for $45 Canadian instead of the price I had previously seen it sell for which was $45 American. So I immediately snatched in up. In this book David Wood tells in epic style his journey to "his" awakening, which was the discovery of a hitherto unknown geometrical symbol in the Rennes Le Chateau region of France. It kept me spellbound as David methodically traced his route to his inevitable discovery. It is an awesome book. He mentioned many things in this book that were, or seemed to be beyond coincidence in his search for the final answer but over and over again he kept repeating "Look for the Signs." Was he talking to me ? I doubted it but perhaps I should start looking for the "Signs" as he suggested.
One other strange occurrence happened one day at work. Forgive the male in this next statement but we had a large plate glass window at the store I worked at and one of our favourite pastimes was girl watching. On any particular day there might be 3 or 4 that we all found particularly attractive. However on this one particular day THEY ALL LOOKED BEAUTIFUL ! I don't mean in the Hollywood sort of way but in the way that they looked in our teens. Fresh, vibrant and so beautiful. The way our first crush looked in the innocence of our youth. Not just one or two but literally all of them. I couldn't figure it out and again let it slip into the back of my mind. Could this have been the first stirrings of what was to follow. Could this seeing of beauty everywhere have laid the groundwork for seeing the beauty in math. I honestly don't know. I only know that none of the previous experiences have been duplicated since.
Then, near the end of David Wood's book "Genisis" he ties in his measurements to the speed of light. I was at first skeptical then impressed and finally overwhelmed with the enormity of this statement. For if it was true then the ancients knew the speed of light..... But how ? I reasoned that they couldn't have measured it. So if it was true they must have arrived at it by PURE THOUGHT EXPERIMENTS. I was dumbfounded. And slowly, at first, and building to a crescendo, THE LIGHT WAS TURNED ON AND STARTED TO BURN BRIGHTER AND BRIGHTER !! Till finally about 2 days later I suddenly shouted out loud EUREKA ... I HAVE IT.
But what did I have ? Well I reasoned, if the ancients knew the speed of light then obviously they knew just about everything we now know about math. But all they had were ruler, compass and marker. So my task was to find the answers they had found using only these tools. The search wasn't IF THEY KNEW this math, for I was convinced that they did. But how did they find it using just their mind, their time and their ruler, compass and marker. AND THUS THE QUEST BEGAN !!! I became convinced in my own mind that the ancients did indeed know about Pi and Phi ( The Golden Mean ) and how both these ratios are the building blocks of everything. I became convinced that they could square the circle and that if I could find out how they did it many of my other thoughts would be accepted as well. I became convinced also that they had left this knowledge to us in myths, Stonehenge, The Pyramids, The Ley Lines, The Ark of the Covenant and many other things. It became my obsession to try to decipher them. The pyramid representing the creation was an early one but there were to be many more. The ancients did indeed have the knowledge and THEY INDEED DID LEAVE IT TO US. WE SIMPLY HAVE TO KNOW WHERE TO LOOK. I WILL SHOW YOU WHERE I HAVE LOOKED AND FOUND IT. ...PERHAPS YOU WILL FIND OTHERS !!!
.............................. Back to The Present ...........................
Gee I wrote that well. I still can't imagine improving on the way I described the events. As I say I believe I was guided as I wrote it. However that was written almost 10 years ago and my mind is a whole lot clearer now on what occurred on that afternoon of Oct 5th, 1998 when like in the movie Phenomenon I was hit with what can only be described as a lightening bolt. Some people I know feel I should not mention things like this for fear of being branded a nut case or worse but these experiences have been experienced by many people and it is for the simple reason that people are afraid of discussing their experience that it remains in the realm of the paranormal and on the pseudoscience shelf.
In India their religion is all about searching for this Kundalini. Many fast in order to try to achieve it. Some spent years in solitude and meditation in order to try to achieve it and even The Beatles went to India to try to achieve it and some, well some very fortunate individuals experience it spontaneously. It is called the Kundalini and here is a quick description:
Kundalini rising
According to yogic writings and oral tradition, the force of Kundalini is raised through specific meditative practices.
Kundalini-experiences are understood using the structure of the Chakra system, the psycho-spiritual energy centers along the spine. According to Hindu tradition Kundalini rises from the root Chakra up through the spinal channel, (called Shushumna), and it is believed to activate each Chakra it goes through. Each Chakra is said to contain special characteristics.[21] The Chakras are any of the nerve plexes or centers of force and consciousness located within the inner bodies of man. When Kundalini Shakti unites itself with the Supreme Being (Lord Shiva), the aspirant gets engrossed in deep meditation during which he perceives infinite bliss.[22][23] In raising Kundalini, spiritual powers (siddhis) are also believed to arise. However, many spiritual traditions see these phenomena as obstacles on the path, and encourage their students not to be distracted by them.[24] ...
... Kundalini syndrome
Main article: Kundalini Syndrome
Researchers in the fields of Humanistic psychology,[32] Transpersonal psychology,[33] and Near-death studies[34][35] describe a complex pattern of sensory, motor, mental and affective symptoms associated with the concept of Kundalini, sometimes called the Kundalini syndrome.[36] This psychosomatic arousal and excitation is believed to occur in connection with prolonged, intensive spiritual or contemplative practice (such as meditation or yoga),[37][38][39] or a near-death experience,[40][41] or as a result of an intense personal crisis or experience. According to these fields of study The Kundalini syndrome is different from a single Kundalini episode, such as a Kundalini arousal. Kundalini syndrome is a process that might unfold over several months, or even years. If the accompanying symptoms unfold in an intense manner that destabilizes the person, the process is usually interpreted as a spiritual emergency.[42][43]
Article from Wikipedia
So in a nutshell what The Kundalini is is a total and absolute melding of spirit and man. It is the penultimate trip and is in my opinion what Neil Young's "Goldrush" was all about as also was Johnny Rivers "Realization". Needless to say Jerry Garcia was on the first car of the train. I think we can add Chris de Burgh to the passenger list as well. But it is an experience that is at times difficult if not impossible to control and when I am on a "roll" I become almost unable to function in this mundane world and society. No wonder that monks in olden day sequestered themselves away. And just look at some of the magnificent works accomplished by these self imposed hermits. But if you know what to look for it is fairly easy to pick out those throughout history who had been blessed (or cursed the jury is still out on this one). The first one that comes to mind is an author by the name of Philip K. Dick, a masterful teller of Science Fiction stories. But his stories had much more to them. Here is a bit about Philip K. Dick:
Philip K. DickFrom Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Jump to: navigation, search
Philip K. Dick
Philip K. Dick
Born December 16, 1928(1928-12-16)
Chicago, Illinois, United States
Died March 2, 1982 (aged 53)
Santa Ana, California, U.S.
Pen name Richard Philips, Jack Dowland, Horselover Fat
Occupation Novelist, essayist, short story writer
Nationality American
Genres Science Fiction
Speculative Fiction
Postmodernism
Influences[show]
Flaubert, Balzac, Kant, Marcel Proust, Samuel Beckett, Dostoyevsky, John Sladek, Nathanael West, Jorge Luis Borges
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Okay there is so much more that I need to add to this posting so maybe we should break it here and call this Part I. This is extremely interesting and I really am surprised that no one has pursued this before but I have been meaning to tie it all in and this is as good a place to do it as any so see you in Part II.
As always thanks for listening - Don Barone
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
November 22, 1963: The Day It All Changed
Hi all and I bid you welcome.
Anyone over the age of 50 has his or hers special memory of that day so very long ago yet so chillingly fresh in our minds. How often I heard it said of the previous generation in regards to Pearl Harbour and here it is now coming up on 45 years and still it is crystal clear in my mind and not a memory has faded. Strange sometimes how our mind works. Here is my recollections of that day for what it is worth.
In 1963 I was a happy, out going and cheerful lad of 13 who saw life through rose coloured glasses. I had two great parents, lots of friends was totally secure in my beliefs of safety and security and life was good. That was soon to change.
I had just entered Grade 9 in the fall of 1963 and was finding it a bit difficult making the transition. I mean all those girls and me still a kid of 13 - boy it was tough especially being in classes where there were 15 year olds, both boys and girls. But that is another story for later. Now I am not sure why but there was an overflow of students that year and they decided to split us into two schools more or less. I was to attend school from 7:00 AM to 1:00 PM and the following year I was to attend from 1:00 PM to 7:00 PM. I know it sounds horrible but it was quite enjoyable finishing school at 1:00 and having the rest of the day to yourself if you didn't have any homework. November 22nd for me was like any other day that had preceded it. It was a typical Friday and I was excited that it was Friday again and was looking forward to the weekend. As was normal for me I sat myself down at the dining room table, turned the TV on, got my books out and proceeded to start my homework. Droning on in the background was I believe "The Edge of Night" and then came the interruption over the airways. And even to this day my heart stops when ever I hear these words ...
As I have written elsewhere it is difficult to convey to someone who did not hear those bulletins first hand the shock and overwhelming grief that overcame me as the moments progressed. I remember vividly after the first bulletin which I guess I didn't catch clearly but I went running into the kitchen to tell my mother that the president had been shot. She said "Which president" I said 'President Kennedy" . She said oh no that is impossible it was probably a president of a university or another country she said and so I set off doing more of my homework. As the second bulletin came on and it was obvious that it was President Kennedy who had been shot she did not say much she just stayed in the kitchen. And then that final awful and legendary announcement from Walter Cronkite that President Kennedy had died at 1:00 CST some 38 minutes ago making the time at the moment of announcement 1:38 CST or 2:38 Eastern time. I remember getting this huge knot in my stomach and running into the kitchen to tell my mom (we were the only two who were home at the time since my dad was working and my two brothers had the normal full school day) and I remember that she just broke into spontaneous tears and started crying as hard as I had ever seen her do this, and not before, even with the death of her own parents, nor until the day that she died did she ever cry that hard again. Perhaps a bit of her was torn off as well.
It is a legacy of the moment that whenever, even to this day I hear "Here is a bulletin ... " although with CNN and modern networking this rarely occurs anymore, the knot returns and I get a lump in my throat and my heart wants to stop. For me it was the day everything changed for if "they" could kill a President of The United States .... what chance did I have if I really wanted to make a difference and that my friends is why in my very small way I try to keep his spirit alive for he was trying to fight them and he paid for it with his life.
But now on a more analytical view. Please watch the video again and note that the bulletin has only just come in and already they have the suspect described and the weapon identified. I think proof beyond measure that the story was a plant and that Oswald was a patsy and was set-up from the beginning. Once again thank you for listening. Best Wishes - Don Barone
A Radio Remembrance: How it sounded on the radio
Anyone over the age of 50 has his or hers special memory of that day so very long ago yet so chillingly fresh in our minds. How often I heard it said of the previous generation in regards to Pearl Harbour and here it is now coming up on 45 years and still it is crystal clear in my mind and not a memory has faded. Strange sometimes how our mind works. Here is my recollections of that day for what it is worth.
In 1963 I was a happy, out going and cheerful lad of 13 who saw life through rose coloured glasses. I had two great parents, lots of friends was totally secure in my beliefs of safety and security and life was good. That was soon to change.
I had just entered Grade 9 in the fall of 1963 and was finding it a bit difficult making the transition. I mean all those girls and me still a kid of 13 - boy it was tough especially being in classes where there were 15 year olds, both boys and girls. But that is another story for later. Now I am not sure why but there was an overflow of students that year and they decided to split us into two schools more or less. I was to attend school from 7:00 AM to 1:00 PM and the following year I was to attend from 1:00 PM to 7:00 PM. I know it sounds horrible but it was quite enjoyable finishing school at 1:00 and having the rest of the day to yourself if you didn't have any homework. November 22nd for me was like any other day that had preceded it. It was a typical Friday and I was excited that it was Friday again and was looking forward to the weekend. As was normal for me I sat myself down at the dining room table, turned the TV on, got my books out and proceeded to start my homework. Droning on in the background was I believe "The Edge of Night" and then came the interruption over the airways. And even to this day my heart stops when ever I hear these words ...
As I have written elsewhere it is difficult to convey to someone who did not hear those bulletins first hand the shock and overwhelming grief that overcame me as the moments progressed. I remember vividly after the first bulletin which I guess I didn't catch clearly but I went running into the kitchen to tell my mother that the president had been shot. She said "Which president" I said 'President Kennedy" . She said oh no that is impossible it was probably a president of a university or another country she said and so I set off doing more of my homework. As the second bulletin came on and it was obvious that it was President Kennedy who had been shot she did not say much she just stayed in the kitchen. And then that final awful and legendary announcement from Walter Cronkite that President Kennedy had died at 1:00 CST some 38 minutes ago making the time at the moment of announcement 1:38 CST or 2:38 Eastern time. I remember getting this huge knot in my stomach and running into the kitchen to tell my mom (we were the only two who were home at the time since my dad was working and my two brothers had the normal full school day) and I remember that she just broke into spontaneous tears and started crying as hard as I had ever seen her do this, and not before, even with the death of her own parents, nor until the day that she died did she ever cry that hard again. Perhaps a bit of her was torn off as well.
It is a legacy of the moment that whenever, even to this day I hear "Here is a bulletin ... " although with CNN and modern networking this rarely occurs anymore, the knot returns and I get a lump in my throat and my heart wants to stop. For me it was the day everything changed for if "they" could kill a President of The United States .... what chance did I have if I really wanted to make a difference and that my friends is why in my very small way I try to keep his spirit alive for he was trying to fight them and he paid for it with his life.
But now on a more analytical view. Please watch the video again and note that the bulletin has only just come in and already they have the suspect described and the weapon identified. I think proof beyond measure that the story was a plant and that Oswald was a patsy and was set-up from the beginning. Once again thank you for listening. Best Wishes - Don Barone
A Radio Remembrance: How it sounded on the radio
July 1st, 1968 - A Trip We Should Not Have Survived
Hi all and welcome back if you have visited before. Well rather than start at when I was 4 (that indeed would be tedious) and move forward from there perhaps this might be a better idea. Pick isolated dates and events, place it by year and then after maybe a few months or so place it all in chronological order. So I will tell a story here that still haunts me to this day and I still wake up in a sweat and this happened over 40 years ago.
It was the start of a long weekend and I was going to head "North" for the first time with a group of close friends to a place called "Sable Beach" sort of The Daytona Beach of Central Ontario. All week my friends and I were excited as we counted down to this first long weekend where I had a car. We packed everything in including, believe it or not, a portable Reel to Reel tape recorder (it took 15 "D" size batteries) and headed out onto The QEW and headed north on Highway #6 towards, well who knew ? Now Highway #6 from Hamilton, Ont to Owen Sound in those days was just two lanes and during the exodus, that occurred every long weekend, was frightfully slow and agonizing to an 18 year old anxious to begin an adventure, but plod along I did. Here is a favourite song of mine from the era ...
Well we crawled along, or so it seemed to me until well I just couldn't stand it anymore. There was a dawdler in front of me and finally I just had to pass him and so I pulled out left and accelerated. All was going good and then I noticed that there were a few more cars lined up almost bumper to bumper in front of him and so I said what the heck and decided to pass a few more. By this time I had reached a speed of about 75 miles an hour, and was increasing it. Unfortunately the line was continuing and other than stopping or slowing down and re-gaining my old spot the only choice it seemed to me was to keep accelerating and keep passing cars and so that is what I continued to do. By now my speed was about 85 and we were passing cars number 7 and 8 and the silence in the car began to build to the point where it was almost screaming at me. - Now before I go on I had mentioned in my first post that it might be a bit of mystical journey and here I would like to suggest that I somehow believe that there is a ... well a force if you will ... that has guarded my life from what early date well I do not know. This is but one instance but I will post others. I would like you to consider that as we finish the narrative. As the silence in the car became overwhelming I began passing cars number #9, #10. now #11 - holy shit now #12 and then the inconceivable reared up we were approaching a hill. A very, very large hill actually. At this point I was doing about 85 - 90 and it would have been almost impossible for me to have slammed the breaks on and got back in line and so for reasons I truly will never understand until the day I die I decided to continue to pass these cars ... ON THE HILL ! Number 13 as I got about 1/3rd of the way up - the silence is numbing, number 14 as I got half way up the hill - all breathing has stopped and finally #15 as we crested the hill. Now there are moments I am sure in all of our lives that are burnt like engrams in our minds and soul and this is one such moment for me. The instant of the crest, the point at which I honestly thought I was going to die and take 5 of my friends with me, the point where traveling at about 90 miles an hour we were going to be killed and take a family of innocents with us, the point where I fully expected to see the front of another car or maybe worse a transport trailer truck looming in front of me --- but it never came. No believe it or not when we crested the hill and I was able to focus, and breath again, the next oncoming car was quite a distance away. It was honestly unbelievable. That this road, a very heavily traveled one at that, could remain so clear for the time I was in the passing lane goes beyond the rational and enters the realm of the irrational and for me the paranormal for I was in that lane for I would guess almost 3 minutes and not to have met another car coming in the other direction for all this time and then to see the next car way off in the distance giving me plenty of time to slow down and move over and calm down, is in my opinion and actually in the opinion of some of the the others in the car, who I fortunately had a chance to reacquaint with at my mother's funeral also felt it was divine intervention and that we had cheated death or a least been given a pardon.
And as a postscript I need to tell you that I still awaken many nights in a sweat and many times in my dreams I do not make it and the transport truck that I missed first time around is there to greet me. I wonder ... ? - Thanks for listening folks - Don Barone
It was the start of a long weekend and I was going to head "North" for the first time with a group of close friends to a place called "Sable Beach" sort of The Daytona Beach of Central Ontario. All week my friends and I were excited as we counted down to this first long weekend where I had a car. We packed everything in including, believe it or not, a portable Reel to Reel tape recorder (it took 15 "D" size batteries) and headed out onto The QEW and headed north on Highway #6 towards, well who knew ? Now Highway #6 from Hamilton, Ont to Owen Sound in those days was just two lanes and during the exodus, that occurred every long weekend, was frightfully slow and agonizing to an 18 year old anxious to begin an adventure, but plod along I did. Here is a favourite song of mine from the era ...
Well we crawled along, or so it seemed to me until well I just couldn't stand it anymore. There was a dawdler in front of me and finally I just had to pass him and so I pulled out left and accelerated. All was going good and then I noticed that there were a few more cars lined up almost bumper to bumper in front of him and so I said what the heck and decided to pass a few more. By this time I had reached a speed of about 75 miles an hour, and was increasing it. Unfortunately the line was continuing and other than stopping or slowing down and re-gaining my old spot the only choice it seemed to me was to keep accelerating and keep passing cars and so that is what I continued to do. By now my speed was about 85 and we were passing cars number 7 and 8 and the silence in the car began to build to the point where it was almost screaming at me. - Now before I go on I had mentioned in my first post that it might be a bit of mystical journey and here I would like to suggest that I somehow believe that there is a ... well a force if you will ... that has guarded my life from what early date well I do not know. This is but one instance but I will post others. I would like you to consider that as we finish the narrative. As the silence in the car became overwhelming I began passing cars number #9, #10. now #11 - holy shit now #12 and then the inconceivable reared up we were approaching a hill. A very, very large hill actually. At this point I was doing about 85 - 90 and it would have been almost impossible for me to have slammed the breaks on and got back in line and so for reasons I truly will never understand until the day I die I decided to continue to pass these cars ... ON THE HILL ! Number 13 as I got about 1/3rd of the way up - the silence is numbing, number 14 as I got half way up the hill - all breathing has stopped and finally #15 as we crested the hill. Now there are moments I am sure in all of our lives that are burnt like engrams in our minds and soul and this is one such moment for me. The instant of the crest, the point at which I honestly thought I was going to die and take 5 of my friends with me, the point where traveling at about 90 miles an hour we were going to be killed and take a family of innocents with us, the point where I fully expected to see the front of another car or maybe worse a transport trailer truck looming in front of me --- but it never came. No believe it or not when we crested the hill and I was able to focus, and breath again, the next oncoming car was quite a distance away. It was honestly unbelievable. That this road, a very heavily traveled one at that, could remain so clear for the time I was in the passing lane goes beyond the rational and enters the realm of the irrational and for me the paranormal for I was in that lane for I would guess almost 3 minutes and not to have met another car coming in the other direction for all this time and then to see the next car way off in the distance giving me plenty of time to slow down and move over and calm down, is in my opinion and actually in the opinion of some of the the others in the car, who I fortunately had a chance to reacquaint with at my mother's funeral also felt it was divine intervention and that we had cheated death or a least been given a pardon.
And as a postscript I need to tell you that I still awaken many nights in a sweat and many times in my dreams I do not make it and the transport truck that I missed first time around is there to greet me. I wonder ... ? - Thanks for listening folks - Don Barone
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