Dear Readers,
My apologies for missing the blog last night. Let’s catch up on Molly and Will’s adventures now…
3rd October.
With no immediate commitments, Molly and Will decided to extend their roadtrip and they drove North up the Coromandel Peninsula, to Whitianga via the township of Coromandel where they stopped for lunch. The scenery in this part of the country was breathtakingly beautiful, the road winding up through steep lush green hills. Picturesque scenes of deep valleys, areas of thick native forest, with elevated views to the west of Waiheke Island in the Hauraki Gulf, and across to the East over the Bay of Plenty. On leaving the low lands, the morning had been cool with a light cloud hugging the coast, which cleared as they began to drive up through the hills.
Staying the night at Whitianga, they were woken at around 4am by a mild earthquake. Being on the second floor, they could feel the building wobble, the bed felt like it was floating on water. No damage, however they fell back asleep unaware of a tsunami warning, which had been lifted by the time they started their day. People were walking on the beach and the road into the township was busy again. There were a few larger waves than usual but there was nothing to be alarmed about.
Molly had woken feeling slightly unwell, with a dull headache and blurred vision. She had been feeling a bit off since the last experience of visiting The Attic in her meditations. This morning she and Will went to a cafe across the road from the small harbour. As she looked out the window, over the road was the waters edge and beyond this was the site of an old Pa (Maori word for a fortified village) on the other side of the small harbour. The site was high up on the hillside with a clear view of the area. It had steep sides and some rocky cliffs which dropped dramatically down to the waters edge. From where they were sitting, she could see the outline of several shapes of faces in the stone cliffs. Molly thought she heard in the distance the sound of a woman wailing and a baby crying, but there was no one else around them. A wave of sadness swept over her. After coffee they went across the road to the reserve by the water to sit on the grass in the sun. Lying on her back, the sun made her sleepy, and she dozed in and out of sleep, the sounds of the outside world fading…in her dream state she saw The Boys. They have come to say goodbye, for this was where they needed to be. They had come to be reunited with their whanau (Maori word for family, kin, close friends) InSpirit. There was some kind of celebration or commemoration they were to stay on for.
“Wake up sleepy head!” Will shook her playfully.
She sat up, sadness on her face and said to him. “Oh Will, The Boys have come to say good bye.” Molly had been sharing her writings with Will. He was fascinated by her experiences, not quite able to understand exactly what was happening, but willing to accept them, as he knew well the kind of work Molly had done in the past, as a clairvoyant and Tarot reader. He understood how these encounters then became the stories she was writing.
Molly felt an emptiness in the car as they drove south to Hahei Beach. The road wound up through the hills and back down to the coast again, through more beautiful lush fields, steep hills and villages so small they almost missed as the couple drove by. The beaches on the other side of the Peninsula were quite different, sandy bays, clear calm waters and lots of islands off the coast. Hahei is a small sheltered cove with a stunning sandy beach, rocky outcrops at either end of the beach, and several islands just off shore amongst blue-green sea waters. At one end of the beach was a Pa, and the other was a walking track to Cathedral Cove where there is a massive walk-through cave, a popular tourist destination.
Casually strolling on the beach collecting shells in the warm sun was just what Molly needed to shift her headache. Her blurred vision had cleared after The Boys had left. She and Will walked up the steep track to the Pa, where they were able to see further down the coast to Hot Water Beach. Lying on her back in the warm sun, it felt like the ground was hugging her, and she felt safe and at ease. What a wonderful place to stay for the next three days…
4th October.
Enjoying the warm sunny Spring day, Molly and Will did the walking track to Cathedral Cove. The well-maintained path took them along the elevated rocky outcrop and down some steep stairs to the small beach. What a wonderful experience walking through the massive open-ended cave. There were tourists from all over the world, and many conversations in languages she did not understand. Tucked away from other popular beaches, the Cove was quite a special experience. Like standing in a large cathedral, her eyes were drawn upwards to the ceiling of the cave, and the acoustics of the stone structure added to this.
In the evening, Molly was eager to do more writing. Will was happy to review some of the photo’s he had been taking to see what was suitable for a job he was working on. Molly always found something of a comfort in her writing. She had kept journals for many years, most of which were cathartic writing exercises. However, as she worked through these writing exercises, she would find her imagination connecting with information that she wasn’t actually sure where it had come from. Her fingers had a life of their own, writing or typing, they transcribed what she was visualising. Usually it was when she had asked for help. And the help came in the form of words and transcripts, from what she referred to as her guardian angel. Physically tired after such a long walk, she sat propped up in bed, her mind busy with questions. With her journal on her lap, she relaxed into meditation, hoping to make contact with Grace again, and began to write…
Dear Grace,
What is this that I am experiencing with you? An over active imagination? Are you my inner guidance? What I have known as my Guardian Angel and you really be the one and the same? Have you come from the past, are you a time traveller? Or some wise spiritual counsel, some extension of what many perceive as God? Are you God? And what is happening to me, that I am able to experience visiting The Attic from so far away, as if I am physically there? Am I experiencing alternate dimensions of this reality, or time travel?
With these questions drifting through her mind as she slipped into a quieter state of meditation and felt herself standing at the bottom of the stairs to The Attic again! She was excited about this, the fear of her possibly losing her mind had dissipated as she was becoming more accustomed to visiting Grace in this way. Opening the door she could see Grace sitting at the writing desk beneath the window busy reading.
“Oh hello!” I was just reading over your journal…” she showed Molly an identical copy of the new journal Molly had purchased the other day. It even had the same antique map binding on the outside.
“Oh Grace, I have so many questions for you! What is happening here? I want to understand how I am able to meet with you here, in The Attic, whilst my body is several hundred kilometres away.”
It was a cool night, and in The Attic Grace had lit the fire. Together they sat in the armchairs, watching the flames dance hypnotically.
‘I shall explain this as simply as I can…” Grace began.
“After Callum’s death, the process of grieving was a life changing one for me. The longing to be reunited with him was overwhelmingly strong and this helped me to get through that initial stage of missing him. The longing became a desire and then the desire became a knowing – I simply knew within my heart and mind that I would see him again. Initially I thought this could only be when I too had died. I began to question life and why I was still here, and then Callum began to visit me in The Attic, each time I meditated (which was daily). He was pleased that I had been studying his collection of philosophical books downstairs. I craved an understanding of what I was experiencing with him, that I could see him even though I knew his body had died. Studying the writings and teachings of these Grand Masters and practising meditation, gave me the ability to see into this other world – this world that exists between Heaven and Earth, between the Spiritual and Physical. I discovered that this room provided an access, a portal or a doorway between dimensions. What I was experiencing enabled my consciousness to move beyond the confines of this physical reality and through a crack in Time and Space. When Callum did eventually come for me, I didn’t ‘die’ a normal death. There was no body found. Maybe it was more liken to the ascension of Jesus’ body disappearing from the physical world, transcending the concepts of Time and Space. These concepts are but a measurement, something to compare existence to, a calculation as people try to grasp an understanding of what is actually a limitless, timeless universe. Is Time but a limit, a confinement of energy into an acceptable gauge, that life can only exist in the here and now? But what of the past and the future? Can one move between them? Yes, Molly, indeed one can!
Jesus, Buddha, Leonardo di Vinci, Pythagorus, Albert Einstein, Thomas Edison, Victor Schauberger, Madame Blavatsky and the likes, they were all ‘time travellers’. They appeared to have advanced thinking for the era they were born into, and others saw them as being fanciful or crazy, their concepts and ideas beyond the understanding of most. They had accessed the Secrets of the Universe, respected The Laws which governed these and recalled what we actually do remember when we return to our greater state of being, our soul state. There is only a portion of our soul that engages in this physical experience. We are actually continually connected to the Spirit World through the larger portion of our soul, our connection with what most can understand as being God. We are and never will be seperate from this source of energy. These are all meagre words to describe life beyond death, but it is the best I can do for now.
There are places on the Earth which are more receptive of these energies than others, creating these portals between dimensions. These points of power are similar to your present day location of TV, radio and cell phone towers, which act as points of reception and transmitters. So it is in The Attic. Spirit People are attracted here. It is like someone has turned on an electronic flashing “open” sign outside the door. Callum used to come here, and others, and you have been here before when I was in the Physical World and you were my Muse, my guardian angel. Now we have swapped locations! How amusing is that!! (she giggles at her own play on words) Ah there is so much more to life than what most people perceive it to be, and so much more beyond what they think is death. I had believed that death was the end when I was in the Physical World! The finality of Death is but a belief, a concept that has been continually thought of and passed down through the generations by some, an illusion that there is an end to life. The Ancestors knew of the Truth, that Death is purely a transitional phase, not dissimilar to birth, for it is a birth into another level of existence. However, it is only the physical body which ceases to exist. As people look back on the superstitions and beliefs of earlier civilisations, and think them archaic, so will future generations look back on the beliefs that surround death now.
Humans are evolving into a more expansive awareness that they are eternal Spiritual Beings having a Human Experience – not the other way around – and that life exists before birth and after death. Some believe in reincarnation, of being born into another life on Earth, again and again. Some believe that there is nothing after death, and some believe that they must be accountable for their choices which will determine whether they go to Heaven or Hell. You only need to look at the night sky to see the millions of stars and planets that exist in a different time frame to Earth to make you wonder…how can anyone believe that there is only life on planet Earth? This too will become an out-dated belief as when, once upon a time, people believed that the Earth was flat. Different life forms take on different appearances, even on Earth there are many that are not visible to the physical eye, as it is in the Spirit World from the perspective of the Physical World. When you are able to see with Spirit Eyes, you will have access to many, many worlds, beings, life forms. Meditation helps you to see with Spirit Eyes, it opens the door into other worlds of existence which co-exist with the Physical World or what some call your Reality.
Oh, my apologies Molly, gathered a bit of momentum on that one!” Grace caught herself rambling a little and laughs quietly to herself. “That’s quite a bit of information for you to take in isn’t it! Shall I make us some tea?”
Molly nodded her head slowly, quietly contemplating what she has just heard. Some of it was familiar, some of it new. It was so much for her to take in, but she was about to embark on a journey that would bring all of these words to life.
“I love this new electric kettle Honey, what a brilliant invention!” Grace commented, bringing Molly’s awareness back to the present moment.
Resting back into her armchair sipping her tea, Molly felt her head nodding sleepily. Grace took the cup from her hands just in time. When Molly opened her eyes it felt like she had been in a vivid dream. Unsure of what she had just experienced, she started to write before the memory faded…
The Attic 