ASCENSION SUPPORT TEAM.
DAVID AND YVONNE BRITTAIN
WE ARE BEYOND HOPI, “COS” WE ALWAYS DO IT OUR WAY!
We
are early retired and live here in the beautiful
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
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.
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
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
Best wishes on the
ascension path
from...David and Yvonne
Brittain,.
Note: David and Yvonne
continuously drew down and anchored the light in
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