We are early retired and live here in the beautiful Aude Valley, in the Languedoc/ Roussillon area of France. I am an English ex-telephone engineer, early retired and this means that I (David) no longer am required to ascend tall wooden telephone poles to link customer’s houses into the telephone network. Though not a highly paid job, I admit that to be paid to hang above the streets was better than to hang around the streets jobless. With each job, after completing the pole-climbing part, I would next enter the customer’s home to complete the wiring and sockets as required.


Often this meant that I was in the customer’s home for two or three hours, all of this to earn our daily bread. That was the job my employer required me to do, but often, simultaneously I would find myself engaged in quite a different type of work. This different type of work I was more suited to than were faster, younger, more efficient engineers. Also it made my employment less mundane and boring, because job satisfaction comes in many different ways for different people.


Clutching my toolbox as I rang the doorbell, I never knew what I would face when the door was opened. Sometimes a teenaged daughter, whose both parents were at work, would admit me. Prior to my arrival, the young lady’s mother would have previously given daughter strict instructions to make tea or coffee for the telephone man. Then as this obviously harmless ancient-looking engineer bravely drank the most extraordinary variations of these beverages, he would find himself listening to the most misunderstood daughter that had ever existed.


In turn he would next hear himself (a grandfather) sympathetically explaining that all parents are amateurs, not just hers. No one ever receives training to be a parent. Then I’d invite her to expand her picture of all mums and dads so that she also regards them as very real people who nervously have to learn the job by trial and error, the same, as she will have to one day. Then the young lady would nod sagely when I tentatively suggested she be patient with Mum and Dad, because their house-rules are meant to protect rather than restrict their lovely daughter until she can fully protect herself. They love and trust her, but they dare not trust the world that they each once faced alone, and that they know she also must face alone.


The next home I entered might be filled with silence and sadness. An elderly lady, whose husband had recently died, would open the door. After the recent funeral her daughter and son in law had insisted that the lady must not remain alone in this empty house. Gracefully the lady had submitted to their plea to stay with them and their young family until she felt a little less lost. But like most grieving widows and widowers, the lady longed to be alone with her grief. After three weeks of receiving well-meant kindness, cheerfulness, and encouragement whilst in her daughter’s home, she longed to return to the familiar reality of her own home. Her daughter had reluctantly agreed, but insisted that the lady must have a telephone extension fitted by her bed in case of emergencies. All of this the tearful, grieving lady would tell me whilst I worked.


Younger engineers dread finding themselves in such situations simply because they don’t know what to say. Life has taught me that there is no such thing as coincidence. Out of a staff of about a hundred engineers of all ages, this customer would find herself unloading her grief and fears onto myself. As the only ex-widower on the staff, I knew what the lady was feeling and so I knew what to say. Whilst I worked I would encourage her to talk about her late husband and their life together also I would encourage her to think about and describe her life before they met. Next I would ask her about her beliefs and where she thinks her husband is, and what is he facing now? Usually I found that the lady’s beliefs were vague, fearful and uncertain.


Gradually and gently I would offer her a brief word picture so that when I departed, the lady would now try to think of her husband as a living person who has made a natural transition, instead of her sad memory of someone who may no longer exist. Often when appropriate I would suggest that to help fill the future emptiness she might try to write a leisurely journal about their life and marriage, to be read and treasured one day by their grandchildren.


Next I would drive my van across town to my next customer. A little old man, who greeted me amiably, whilst clutching his back in obvious pain, opened the front door. Then whilst I assembled my tools I overheard him talking to a pleasant young man who was to do the old man’s shopping. He explained that his spine was in agony, and but for my expected visit he would have stayed in bed. The young man departed and then the customer showed me where to place the telephone socket. He explained that since his wife died, most of his time was spent in his garden and greenhouse, and so the socket was for a cordless phone so that he wouldn’t miss any calls. Then he left me to my work whilst he put the kettle on for tea. This was a quick little job to be fitted in just before my lunchtime.


Just like most healers I am reluctant to foist my efforts to heal onto people who haven’t asked me to. At the same time I could feel the healing heat in the palms of my hands. I completed the job, showed him how the phone worked at a distance, and then sat with him in his kitchen for tea.


During our conversation I revealed that I’d overheard him talking about his pain, and I asked if he’d ever received Contact, or Spiritual Healing. He replied that he hadn’t but that he would try anything to be free of the pain. Yesterday he awoke in pain that painkillers failed to ease, so he had stayed in bed all day and all night in agony.


I explained that I had been trained in healing and would he like me to try? Eagerly he accepted my offer. When I place my hands in position, usually I feel heat, or the patient feels heat. Alternatively I feel nothing and to the patient my hands feel icy cold. This time it was different. We both felt an intense tingling sensation at the affected part then in moments the old man jumped up from his chair joyfully astonished because the pain had completely disappeared.


Though delighted for the old man’s sake, also I was puzzled, so I asked him, when had his wife died? He thought for a moment, and then with an air of surprise replied, “She died exactly a year ago today”. Then I understood why I, instead of some other engineer, had been sent to him. I was then able to explain that his wife, after her physical body died, discovered that she was still, alive, conscious, and happily surrounded by her living, conscious, departed loved ones.


The only thing that spoilt her happiness was that her grieving husband didn’t know this. Probably she tried to tell him in his dreams but she couldn’t penetrate his grief. Instead she waited for three pre-planned, ‘seeming coincidences’, to happen on a special day. The day was regarded by her as the special anniversary of her awakening into true knowledge; knowledge she longed to share with her beloved husband. Then I paused to explain to the old man, that the healing energy he had felt could also be directed by thought from a distance; it did not rely on physical contact.


So the three, seeming coincidences on this special day, were that on this day he was in agony, and on this same day a Colchester engineer was sent to Clacton to replace a sick engineer. The third was that the Colchester engineer sent is also an experienced healer who realized that the healing energy was different this time, and wanted to know why. The old man was radiant and tearful with joy. His wife to achieve this for her had used me. As I drove away I wondered what the next front door would reveal. This was a typical working day in the life of this telephone engineer.




But what have my pre-retirement reminiscences got to do with our title, “We are beyond Hopi, because we do it our way”? Let us explain. Of course there is no set retirement age for Light-workers, no matter where Spirit directs them. Essex UK or the land of the Cathars in France, we still have to eat, and to eat we have to go shopping. For us “God’s Supply” has always ensured that we have just enough. That is of course provided that we also always seek out the genuine special offers at the vast, French hypermarkets of Carcassonne.


There we find that shopping is an enlightening experience, where knowledge of customer psychology has been elevated to an art form. With eyes dazzled by acres of luxuries that would have made Roman emperors’ mouths water, we wander through the aisles, searching for essentials. Then we trundle our laden trolley along a line of almost deserted checkout desks that seem to stretch to opposite distant horizons. Eventually, like the long queue ahead of us, we discover a checkout desk complete with a rather frazzled cashier who was misguided enough to return alone from lunch break. Here we will mention, ‘en passant’ that a different customer psychology enters the scene, where the more you have spent, the more annoyance is felt by all gathered at the cash desk. But really the point we are making is this. The hypermarket is mostly packed with glamorous non-essentials that are beyond the requirements and resources of ordinary people.


In a similar way the “New-Age scene” has become a veritable supermarket packed with mystical teachings. Make no mistake we are fascinated and excited that so many diverse teachings are now coming to light. These teachings once were only revealed to the secret members of mystery schools. The secret arts of the Shaman, revealed only to his or her apprentice under oath of secrecy, and so on. All over the world secret esoteric knowledge is surfacing to be used as tools when and where appropriate, by the growing international tide of light workers of today.


“When and where appropriate” is the operative phrase in that last sentence. Let us try to explain what we mean. Yvonne and I meet many light workers who are much more traveled than we are. After all, our move from England to France in 1991 hardly ranks as globetrotting. But even so we try to keep up with the current light work going on all over the world. Exciting is really an understatement because these many diverse teachings, practices, methods of healing spirit, mind and body, call them what you will, all have the same underlying purpose.


The purpose of the teacher/healer is simply to act as the trigger that will awaken that, which lies dormant in the unaware person. Once awareness is triggered, the person does the rest, first by becoming a seeker, and then later by teaching what the seeker has discovered to other unaware persons. But how, when people are so different to each other? Let’s look at our title again.


Yvonne and I have always wished to meet and talk with a modern day, genuine, Red Indian Medicine man. We have no urge to sit at his feet, or for him to sit at our feet, but it would be pleasant to exchange thoughts, ideas, and methods of working. So far the nearest we have got is to listen in admiration whilst, on television at international ecology conferences, these modern men, steeped in the ancient wisdom of the Red Indian tribes, speak from their hearts, of their love for Mother Earth. Our admiration springs from the fact that no listener needs to have Red Indian blood running in his or her veins to be able to comprehend and relate to the offered message.


In a similar way every light worker, no matter which esoteric teaching they have studied and practice, then have to find the words and phrases to simplify the message. Long ago the medicine men, the shamans, and also the witch doctors all had a difficult dual role to fulfill for their tribes. They had to exist and survive amid a tribal society. The tribe was usually led and controlled by a man who had proved that currently he is, and will continue to be, the strongest fighter/hunter of all. If this strong man was also endowed with brilliant intelligence this would be helpful, but not as essential as muscles in his role as tribal chief. The witch doctor had to eat, but probably had no talent for hunting. This meant that he had no choice but to match the chief’s aura of proven physical strength with his own carefully generated aura of mystique as the only one with control over supernatural powers. In doing this he would gain the respectful, fear-filled awe of the tribe, and also of its current chief.


This aura of mystique was the medicine man’s protection that allowed him to fulfill his role of spiritual protector of a superstitious and childlike tribe. His early training as a shaman’s, or a witch doctor’s apprentice would have taught him that all magic is first silently processed in the magician’s thoughts in a similar manner to that of absent healing. But this wouldn’t be enough to maintain his always-precarious public image in the tribe. For this he would need the glamour of the mystical gestures, the hideous masks, the hand-rattles, the blood-curdling screams, and so on. These would have to be an essential part of the witch doctor’s image. His need was to mystify the tribe and it’s chief that only he could protect with his hard-learnt special knowledge.


Later, in the footprints of the witch doctors and shamans, followed the priests with a similar role, they had to protect and guide whole populations that were compelled to exist in superstitious fear, ignorance, squalor, and grinding poverty. To achieve this, the priests used another form of public glamorized mysticism to create awe in the population and its equally brutish leaders.


Maybe this was appropriate at that time, but now, thank God, the need for glamour and mysticism has passed, and its use has now become an obstacle. The need now is to simplify, simplify, and simplify. The tribes, the herds, and the superstition-wracked populations, after centuries of abuse and disillusion, have now evolved. They have deserted the middlemen, the vendors of dependence on some traditional version of glamorized spirituality. Today each ordinary individual needs and demands understandable common sense answers to replace that previous dependence on others. Unfortunately the priests if they wish to remain as priests are still locked into the mystical image they once had to create. Fortunately the modern, Red Indian Medicine men, and the modern Shamans, and the modern Witch doctors, are not appointees of this or that Church hierarchy. Instead they are spiritually fiercely independent, and in these latter times they teach their own versions of spiritual independence, without mysticism or glamour.


Maybe after all, my telephone pole climbing reminiscences are relevant to this article. Even though we have never been apprenticed to a Shaman, a Witch Doctor, or a Red Indian Medicine Man, we refuse to let this intimidate us. In our hearts Yvonne and I know that light work presents itself to the light worker in the most ordinary mundane situations. Also that the positive effect of that light work in Clacton on Sea, Essex, UK could have been easily negated. I mean, imagine what the neighbors would have thought if I had painted my face and then used mystical gestures, masks, rattles, and theatrically blood-curdling screams. So despite our ongoing admiration for all Red Indian light workers, “We are beyond Hopi, ‘cos’ we do it our way!”


Best wishes on the ascension path

from...David and Yvonne Brittain,. France.



Note: David and Yvonne continuously drew down and anchored the light in France for 15 years from July 1991 until October 2006 when they returned to their homeland England where they continue to do their spiritual work from a small seaside resort in Essex. Donations great or small would be gratefully received and would enable us to continue to spread the knowledge of the Ascension Process.