Unexpected reinforcement.
Because a friend mentioned looking up his own book via google, I googled The Sphere and the Hologram and found three very nice customer reviews that I had no idea were there. Naturally, I’m going to share them with you. Seems like the least I can do. 🙂 Thanks, the three of you.
The guys upstairs finally have their own book!
At least, it’s going to the printer today.
Some of you may remember that back in August, 2001, Rita Warren and I began a series of weekly sessions with the unembodied entities that I call the guys upstairs. In other words, I went into an altered state and answered questions that Rita posed. Her background made her particularly apt for this role. She was a PhD in psychology, after all. She had run Bob Monroe’s lab for four years after that, and had retired again still not having gotten answers to some of the questions she was most interested in. What we found, to our delight, is that the guys upstairs could answer those questions, and were perfectly willing to do so. And where Rita’s academic background became particularly helpful was that she would come back repeatedly with follow-up questions saying “this seems to contradict that from an earlier session,” which always led to increased clarity.
Thursday March 19, 2009
Miss Rita, anything you’d care to say on this anniversary of your escape? You see, you weren’t left here because they’d forgotten to pull the plug!
August 3, 2001. I was in the Monroe Institute’s black box, in a mildly altered state talking to the unembodied beings that I call the Guys Upstairs, Skip Atwater in the control booth conducting the session (keeping me from drifting too far, for one thing). Note that when he tries to get me to ask guidance to describe the experience directly, what we get is a dictated passage very unlike my normal cadence.
I have posted this session in its entirety, in several parts, under Black Box session 08-03-01, but as things tend to get lost when the entire transcript is given, I thought I’d pull this segment out.
All right my friends, it’s your show, it’s – we’ll go where you want to go. [pause]
Immediate sense of a vast night sky, and I immediately want to say, in the tropics. [long pause]
A sense of lying in the sand, how one would scoop out places for shoulders and hips and stuff, and just lying on my back in the sand that’s been shaped to fit me. [pause]
With a – I want to say a blanket, but I don’t think it’s a blanket. It’s some kind of covering, because I guess in the desert the night must be cool. [pause] It’s more like a reed kind of a thing; that doesn’t make sense. It’s almost like somebody spread a hammock out on top of me, rather than under me. [pause] Continue reading A way of connecting without sleeping