15 February 2019

Eric Leigh-Pink Truths

LOVE

The spirits once said that love is the glue of the universe. Something humanity has not comprehended yet. Allow me to explain:

With each passing life our loved ones follow us into the next life, like a flock of birds, and with each passing life we gather more and more loved ones. Chapter one creates a pebble of what is to be, a glimmer of love, a taste, followed by another chapter and another, and another, each lifetime structured in obstacles, designed to strengthen the foundations making the pebble into a boulder. The pain, the suffering, building the compassion, the generosity. The struggles building the sharing. The loss building the joy. The betrayal building the forgiveness. All of it eventually building mountains upon mountains of a foundation that began with a pebble, one shared life leading to hundreds then thousands. Death isn’t an end just a new unwritten chapter and love greater than any one lifetime.

Evil has nothing to build itself on. It’s a fire burning, always starting with a spark, an idea, and then it spreads engulfing more and more, sometimes becoming an inferno, but no matter what that fire will always burn out.

What fire brings down mountains? What mountains whither away? The darkness is set to lose and they know it.

Eventually all the pebbles will become mountains, it might take centuries upon centuries but when it does a new humanity will form. A humanity that loves each other as the whole. Love for all humanity. Love for all life. A world where a homeless beggar would never exist as everyone around him in the thousands would say “Tell us what you need brother!” A world where our skin color is not noticed and our cultures are only celebrated. A world where all is equal, all is good and love prevails, always.

You have to see it. Look at the countless times when the foundation of our mountains prevailed. Martin Luther King, Gandhi, Siddhartha, Mohammad, and Christ all of them using the mountains in their own ways to build a foundation that crushed its opposing force.

You have to see it. The countless times that the fire burned those around you with its wicked act. How did you react? In pain, in sorrow, but most importantly you rallied around each other, supported each other as if Spirit was staring down at Mount Everest itself.

In time humanity.. Patience seems to be our fathers way. In time the glue of love will unite you all.. as it does for the universe.

THE SOUL
At your core you are a rock. A being that sits in a river of life forever. How does one give more to a being that cannot die, that is indestructible, that rarely changes? What can you do with a being that has all that it needs? Give it the complete opposite. Show it life in a constant motion of change, show it the sanctity of life by making your existence mortal. Allow your existence to experience every flavor of possibility from the most succulent to the horribly bitter, every possible choice, every possible path, experience in every way, always changing. It is a gift of splendor for a being that only knows its perfect state and whether you know it or not you are slowly evolving into something greater than yourself with so many experiences.

There is no way for you to comprehend forever. But imagine this, each life you have is one minute, each minute that passes another life, each hour 60 lives, each day 1440 lives, 525,949 lives in a year, and you still barely scratched the surface. For those who mourn their loved ones, remember that year, because that is the endless possible times you have to spend with your loved ones, again and again.

Your soul also carries the gifts your creator gave to you. That gift that makes you uniquely different. For me its my ability to connect with the Spiritual realm, to communicate with the heavens. In other lifetimes it’s also been my leadership skills. Not all of them are career based, perhaps its your love of children, or animals. It is the fire of your passion, that part of you that burns inside waiting to come out. To deny it will make you feel so empty inside. To fulfill it is to make your life complete. It’s not without its struggles, my gift during the Oracle of Delphi adorned me with luxury and material wealth beyond anything I should have received, but that same gift in the 19th century, living as a farmer in Tennessee, put me in the insane asylum. History views our gifts differently over the centuries. Whatever the gift, it is your direct connection to your creator, that special relationship you have with your creator, one that allows you to leave your mark here, making the world just a little bit better in his name.

Finally is the understanding of balance. One end of your existence is immortal, the other mortal, one hardly ever changes, while the other changes every second. One has such stable structure while the other could end in a flash. It is our creator allowing us to experience every possibility life has to offer, but always remember at your core you are a rock.

We talked about having lives upon lives. We exist constantly learning, growing on our specific paths. Mine is this connection to Spirit. I have had so many lives using my connection with Spirit in multiple fashions, each time growing closer to mastering my ability. Everyone has that gift deep inside of you, that passion that sits in the center of ones self.

But what might be surprising to you is for many of us those lives are not restricted by time. The Spiritual realm breaks all the rules in regards to time. You would think that after you die, after spending time in heaven, you are stuck on returning to that era that you were previously at. However your next life could be in a distant future, 100 years from now, 1000 years from now, or perhaps the other direction, perhaps the biblical days, or the timeframe of the American founders. There are no restrictions for the individual.

One main reason for this open timeframe is so that our loved ones can follow us in the next life, the ability to meet together at one specific era, so that our deaths do not restrict our bond.

Now there are some that do not have this capacity. I know grounded Spirits, Spirits that have made very poor choices are stuck having life after life of the same era. But I was hoping Spirit could clarify where that line between the two is? But the Spirits explained it depends on the individual.

The other Truth Spirit explained was that the Spiritual realm and our own existence in Space and time, feed each other, serve each other, by design. You cannot truly understand the purpose of learning, the purpose of existence, without taking the Spiritual realm into consideration.

THE FOUNDATION
To live, to die only to do it all over again and again but what you fail to recognize is a foundation is being laid, our Creators foundation, a bond for one another that slowly becomes more and more unbreakable. 

What a beautiful thing it is for our souls to carry over in lifetime after lifetime.

It’s through our struggles and experiences that our love grows in strength. It’s though our shared pain and suffering that we come to stand side by side together as one. Imagine our most cherished loved ones and the mounting experiences in 100 lifetimes, 1000, a million, what that would do to solidify our bond for one another. A future where the love is unbreakable because of our tribulations. The Foundation grows in strength. 

Each lifetime separately unique, so different. To be young to be old again and again. Opportunities to experience different places, different cultures, different time frames but most of all is an opportunity to add to our community of loved ones. New friends, new lovers, complete strangers that would go beyond the norm to help us. The seeds that would sprout and become the loved ones of the next lifetime and the one after that. The foundation expands. 

Evil doesn’t have this. The darkness is a cancer that spreads and then withers and dies. Its a fire that spreads across the land destroying everything in its path leaving nothing but suffering and regret, but in the end its ash. There is no foundation. 

Time is what is needed to accomplish the true awe of what I am reporting. All the centuries of struggles and pains leading to an unbreakable bond with someone you love. Time will eventually expand your community of souls so large it will surpass even this world. Forever is a long time to create relationships, bonds, to understand love as our Creator does. You might not see what I am talking about in todays world, a world so filled with hate and division, corruption and suffering, but lifetime by lifetime, through the sands of time itself the foundation will prevail. 

So as religion often teaches, get started, love your enemy. Forgive all. Show compassion for all life. Treat others better than you would want to be treated, and do it with righteous hands because it’s the foundation our Creator has made.
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1 February 2019

Vanishing Houses

There have long been tales of whole houses seeming to dissipate from view, to blink into nothingness, often to reappear just as mysteriously, and here are some of the strangest.
  1. I swear this is a true story. My partner was wheat carting in the summer of 1994. Our 12 year old son was with him. He was outside Molong in NSW Australia and drove past a For Sale sign on a farm gate. We were looking for a small property to purchase so he stopped and climbed through the fence and walked up the circle-shaped drive to have a closer look at the old house. He stepped onto the veranda and looked through a window. He found the interior empty with paper, dirt and cobwebs littered about. On his return home a few days later, we rang the agent and asked for further details about the property. The agent had no idea what we were talking about and insisted that he had no properties for sale on that road. We told him we got his number off the sign on the gate but he insisted there were no properties. We were feeling frustrated so a week later we drove to Molong to have a look at the farm ourselves.  We couldn’t find it. We drove along every road out of Molong without success. My partner insisted he knew where to find the property so we persisted. We did eventually find the ‘spot’. All that he could recognize was a water tank on the hill, a creek and some trees where the house used to be. There was no gate, circular drive, real estate sign… or house. He still wonders what would have happened had he decided to camp that night on the veranda instead of inside the truck.
  2. In the late 1800s there was also the tale of a phantom house that seemed to randomly warp about in the region of Suffolk, England. On one summer evening in 1860 one farmer named Robert Palfrey was baling hay when he suddenly was overcome by a biting chill despite the otherwise warm air. When he looked up he claims to have seen a majestic and pristine red brick house surrounded by green gardens looming nearby, which he had never seen before in all of his years in the area. The house then vanished into thin air just as suddenly as it had appeared right before his eyes, melting away into nothingness. This particular house would be seen on and off again in later years. In 1912, Palfrey’s own great-grandson, James Cobbold, was in the very same area when the air became frigid and he claimed to hear a loud whooshing sound, as if a great amount of air had been abruptly displaced. When Cobbold and his companion looked up they noticed an opulent, three-storied, double-fronted, red brick, Georgian-style house surrounded by lush, blooming gardens, even though just moments before there had been nothing their but open expanses of open farmland. After a few moments, the house was ensconced with some sort of a fog or mist, before blinking back out of existence.
  3. Then in 1926 a young teacher and her student were walking through the same area when they claimed to have come across a massive house with a wall around it, imposing iron gates, and verdant gardens. When the teacher later asked local residents about the estate she was informed that no such home had ever existed anywhere near there. The teacher returned to the area with her student the following spring to find that indeed the house was not there, and she would say of this: "My pupil and I did not take the same walk again until the following spring. It was, as far as I can remember, a dull afternoon, with good visibility, in February or March. We walked up through the farmyard as before, and out on to the road, where, suddenly, we both stopped dead of one accord and gasped. “Where’s the wall” we queried simultaneously. It was not there. The road was flanked by nothing but a ditch, and beyond the ditch lay a wilderness of tumbled earth, weeds, mounds, all overgrown with the trees which we had seen on our first visit. We followed the road on round the bend, but there were no gates, no drive, no corner of a house to be seen. We were both very puzzled. At first we thought that our house and wall had been pulled down since our last visit, but closer inspection showed a pond and other small pools amongst the mounds where the house had been visible. It was obvious that they had been there a long time."
  4. United States, one odd tale of a mysteriously disappearing home appeared in the book The Big Book of Virginia Ghost Stories, by L. B. Taylor, and concerns a witness by the name of Kathleen Luisa, of Falls Church Virginia. She claims that she had driven past an old manor called the Stone House, situated near Sudley Road, many times and had always wondered about its history. The house was located amongst some of the old battlefields of the American Civil War, and was absolutely steeped in history, as well as being a common landmark in the area. One night in 1986, Luisa went out to one of the old battlefields along with her mother and grandparents in order to gaze upon the passing Halley’s Comet, but as they approached the intersection where the Stone House should have been looming it simply wasn’t there. The baffled witness turned the car around and was finally able to locate an empty lot where the house should have been standing, yet there was not a scrap to suggest it had ever been there at all in the weed-choked lot. The only thing that remained were the well and some fences. The puzzled witnesses figured that the house must have been unexpectedly torn down or relocated sometime very recently without their awareness, even though it seemed as if the lot of land was relatively untouched and did not display the sort of activity that one would expect from such an undertaking. There was no rubble, no scars in the earth from machinery or vehicles, no holes in the ground, no foundation walls. It seemed to be merely a lonely expanse of land that had remained there open to the elements for some time, the only sign at all that there had ever been anything there that well leading down into the dark. The group milled about the lot for some time trying to figure out what had happened before dejectedly continuing on.  Two weeks later, the same group drove by the same intersection and was absolutely baffled when she saw that the house was there once again as if it had never been gone. They all swore that they had seen the empty lot, and were equally befuddled as to how the house could be there. She would insist that she had been living in the area her whole life and had definitely not made any mistakes about the location. In the same book was another odd story concerning the Stone House, this time with the testimony of a Beverly Kish, of Merrifield, Virginia, who claims that in January of 1997 she had her own unusual experience concerning the structure, which she felt compelled to share upon hearing of Luisa’s experience. Kish would say: "I experienced a ghostly encounter of sorts in January 1997, but I didn’t know about it until I read about the lady (Luisa) who said she drove by the location of the Stone House and the house had disappeared. The same thing happened to me! I was living in Manassas at the time and wanted to take a drive one night. It was clear with the moon out. It wasn’t pitch dark. I was alone. Having lived in the area tenty years, I know exactly where the Stone House is. In fact, I took a tour there a couple of years ago, yet on this night it was gone! I even turned the car around and said to myself ‘That’s funny, I’m at the right intersection,” and all I saw was a patch of grass with the glow of the moon on it where the house had been. And you can’t miss this house. It’s close to the road, so I can personally vouch for what the other woman saw- or rather, for what she didn’t see."
Is that is what is happening in such cases of spectral vanishing houses? Have these structures somehow been etched into the location through some mysterious means, as if an image burned upon film? Can a place have the memory of a house pervading it? Or are these instances of time slips, in which scenes from different eras become visible for brief stretches? Could it even be that parallel realities are bleeding over into our own, with these houses being denizens of another dimension temporarily crossing over into our own reality through some thin spot in the veil that separates us? Perhaps it is just mistakes and memory glitches? These are questions for which we have no real answers, and we are left to merely speculate on what is going on with these houses that seem to flicker in and out of existence at will.

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  • http://www.enigmaticearth.com/2012/08/house-that-vanished.html#.Ww90XkiFOUk
  • http://mysteriousuniverse.org/2018/05/mysterious-disappearing-phantom-houses/