If in reading this story, you feel that I have missed an important point,
please let me know and I will add it.
I also suspect that in the act of reading this story, some people may have
some new ideas or insights. The reason for this will become clearer as the story
proceeds. If you do have any strange thoughts however, please let us know, as it
is part of the bigger story.
Okay, hold onto your hats...
OPENING TO MY MAGIC: DAY 1
Saturday 9th August 2003
I was at breakfast on Saturday morning, trying to decide what breakout
session to attend that day. It was a toss-up between Disassociation 101 and so
other session that I now forget. While waiting for Paul and Tom (the Irish guys)
to join me, I saw one of the delegates sitting on their own. I’m a shy kind of
person, but I had seen this person at The Light Language workshop the night
before, sitting with Meryl Becks. I thought that he was a friend of Meryl’s, so
I invited him to join me at the table. Tony [Dickinson] (as he introduced
himself) was more than happy to do so.

I'm the one with the red hair!
I asked Tony what he did, and he said that he had just come to Energy
Psychology since attending the GoE conference in Oxford the year before. He said
that he had spent the last year studying and training in an incredible technique
developed by Andre Hahn called Guided Self-Healing. He explained that it used a
5-step protocol that integrated different interventions (including EP) and also
made use of stories and Archetypes. This really interested me! I am really
interested in storytelling, as I have realised that most of my life has revolved
around storytelling in some form or other (puppetry, animation, comics,
game-design, etc). I made up my mind there and then to attend the breakout
session that morning on Guided Self-Healing.
I said to Tony that this must be synchronicity, him sitting there telling us
about the breakout session. I think so, he said. Little did we both know what
was going to happen over the course of the next three days, and how our lives
were intertwined.
The Breakout Session
Following Andy Hahn’s introduction to his protocol, I was more and more
convinced that I would be working with his methodology in the future. When the
time came for a demonstration, Andy asked everyone interested in being a client,
to put their name into a draw. I was eager to be selected. There had been a
feeling building over the course of the past three months. It was a sense that
we are finally beginning to understand how the concept of magic relates to The
Field and quantum physics. I had also had some past life readings done by two
different people, who placed me as a magician at the time of Merlin. They also
had said that I was either unable to speak out, or that I was prevented from
speaking what I knew. I really wanted to unlock the meaning of this.
After the names went in, I turned to Tom and said If I don’t get picked, I
still want to work with you on this thing anyway. Just as those words came out,
I heard Andy calling my name. I was the client!
The Session
Before I go into what happened during the session, I just want to say that
Guided Self-Healing is one of the most powerful and profound ways of helping
people that I have ever seen. It is the most elegant way of moving someone
towards spiritual opening as quickly and as gently as possible. I say ‘as
possible’ because it can sometimes be quite emotional and some people describe
it as being pulled through a wringer! The protocol is also incredibly rigorous
leaving no stone unturned. As a client you are guided, yet in total control. And
the muscle-testing really helps to keep everything on track.
After the introductions, Andy asked me what I wanted to work on. I said, I
want to open to my magic. It was as simple and as profound as that. I’m not sure
of the whole protocol, so forgive me if I leave anything out. The important
thing is what happened with the aid of the protocol.
After checking using kinesiology, Andy identified that this was indeed what
needed to be worked on. He asked me to repeat the statement; along with it’s
opposite. He then asked me to identify where in my body I felt anything. I
initially felt a sensation in my chest (I can’t quite remember what happened
here. If anyone who was in the audience could remind me, I would appreciate it).
But then I felt a tingling in my left index finger. This has been happening (now
that I think about it) for the past three months. I had put it down to starting
to feel the energy fields around me. Andy said that this tingling had a story to
tell. He asked, What are you here to teach us. He also asked me to go into the
feeling, and see/feel/hear what it was saying.
As soon as I put my intention on the tingling in my finger, an image started
to open up in my mind’s eye. It was like a camera swooping down into the
tingling and onto a movie set. Suddenly, I could see that I was in Arabia. I was
wearing a fez, and three guards with scimitars were chasing me. I realised that
I had stolen something. I was running down a street past market stalls to my
right. I came to a junction. My was instinct was telling me to go left, but I
turned and ran to the right. I then ran down some steps enclosed by walls on
both sides. A rope or clothesline hung between these two walls. I grabbed the
rope, swung up onto it, balancing precariously, and dived in through an opening
on my right.
I was now in darkness, in a room with no light. I turned and looked towards
the window. I could see the heads of the guards as they ran past. After a few
moments, I stuck my head outside the window, to check that it was all clear.
Looking to the right I could see the guards off in the distance. When I turned
left however, I saw a fourth guard standing there watching me! I looked on
helpless as he raised his scimitar and brought in down on my neck, slicing
though my jugular, but leaving my head still attached to my body. My body
slumped onto the ledge with arms and neck hanging out the window. This is it, I
thought, as I watched the blood run down the wall onto the steps below.
The next thing I noticed was that I was standing outside my body, looking at
it lying on the ledge. I think I’m dead, and that I’m now a soul I said to Andy.
He muscle-tested, and I tested weak. You’re not dead yet he said. Okay here’s
the deal he started, (I love those words!), You were killed, but you
disassociated before you died. You never fully died. Now you are living the
Death-Wish Story, where a part of you wants to die even now, as a way of
completing that story. He asked me to say the words I want to die. I tested VERY
strong. Okay, I want you to go back into your body, and I want you to die fully.
Stay with the body this time. When you have died, I want you to leave through
the top of the head. I obliged. When that was complete, he told me to go to the
light. I did so, and in doing so felt an incredible sense of oneness as my body
dissolved, and became one with the light.
During this time I had the sense that I was meant to meet a magician that
day, but things had not gone according to plan.
Things get a bit blurry for me here, but as I recall, I pictured myself as a
vessel, with beautiful coloured light being poured into my body. It swirled
around inside my, around my legs, body, arms and finally my head. When I was
brimming with colour, a cork stopper was plugged into my head. Next thing I
knew, I was being shaken, so that all the colours were completely mixed. This
description raised a laugh form the audience.
I had a sense that the process of opening up to my magic would take three
days. I was not wrong there!
Later, in the Q&A session that followed, a number of interesting points were
raised. These were:
That I had been caught stealing before, as a teen!
I realised that up until this point in time, I didn’t really place a proper
value on things – that I would try to pay less than what the item was worth, or
get away without paying for an item or service at all.
I always used to say, I always get caught; whether it was for school pranks,
unsolicited remarks, or doing things that I shouldn’t have. It was as if I had a
built in mechanism that ensured that I ‘always got caught’. When I reviewed some
of these scenarios, they appeared to have completely change. An example is one
night when I sneaked out of my house to meet some friends. I was caught, of
course! However, when I reviewed the scenario, I was seeing myself staying in
bed, thinking there was no reason for me to try and sneak out. Very strange!
I’ll continue this story tomorrow, and tell you how this session with Andy
unlocked some deep emotional hurt, that rose to the surface the next day.
Until tomorrow,
Let there be Light! (and laughter, don't forget the laughter!)
Rory
OPENING TO MY MAGIC: DAY 2
Sunday 10th August:
Following on from the session yesterday, I was
walking on air. My biggest concern was how I could justify staying on another
day to take Andy’s workshop on Monday. I was reluctant to contact my (pregnant)
wife and tell her that I would be staying on. I felt that I should get home. On
Sunday, I attended Peter Delves session on The Trouble With Money [At this
point, I just want to say what a great trainer that Peter is, and if you ever
have a chance to see him in action, do take the opportunity]. This was extremely
apt, considering the dilemma I found myself in, with regards to Andy’s workshop.
During the session, Susan [Courtney] was working with me using EFT on the
statement, money keeps leaving my hands. Susan said that she sensed a great
loss. I noted that I could see her point based on the language I had used. I
then went into the round, and as I did so, I started to use the statement, I let
them down. This then changed to I let HIM down. I started to get an image of
Gary, a childhood friend.
Gary had committed suicide at the age of 19. He had left a note saying that
he could see ‘no point in going on’. The last time I had seen Gary was three
months earlier on a bus. We had not been close at the time of his suicide, but I
always remembered the good times we had as children. His death had a profound
effect on me. I swore that I would never let myself get to a point where I felt
that there was ‘no point’.
During this EFT session I had a sense that I had left him down on a soul
level. Somehow, I had broken an agreement. Tears came welling up over something
that I thought that I had come to terms with long ago. I completed the EFT
session with Susan, feeling like I had cleared most of the issue. That was not
the case, however. When we broke for lunch, I found that I simply could not hold
a conversation without tears welling up. I carried such a profound sense of loss
and betrayal. It really hurt. It got to the point where I couldn’t open my mouth
without sobs coming out of my mouth.

Chrissie and Jacqui helped convince me to stay for the workshop
I knew that I had to find Andy, and that this sudden emotion was connected
with what had started yesterday in the session. I finally found Andy, and asked
him for his help. He said, Sure, what is it? I opened my mouth to explain, and
the sobs just poured out. There I stood in the middle of the exhibition hall
trying to explain what was going on, but unable to do so. I was incomprehensible
due to the tears and sobs that blocked my speaking. Eventually I was able to
explain that I felt that I betrayed Gary on a soul level. Andy went straight to
work with the muscle testing. I can’t remember the whole protocol, but again,
will describe it as best I can remember.
Andy tested whether this indeed was what I needed to be worked on. It tested
strong. I followed the sensation in my chest, and let it tell its story. I felt
that I had betrayed Gary, that we were both here to do something and that I had
let him down. I was not there for him when he needed me. I can’t quite remember
how we got to it, but Andy said that I should call in Gary, and start talking to
him. So I pictured Gary in my mind’s eye, and this is what unfolded. I had
indeed betrayed Gary. But it was a necessary part of the process. I had gone on
without him. In some way this was necessary. Gary hadn’t asked for help. And I
hadn’t offered. He needed to learn to ask for help. To learn the effects of NOT
asking for help. He also needed to see my strength. By experiencing that ‘not
asking for help’ Gary had somehow learned something. And I had agreed to help
with that lesson, by ‘letting him down’. So in fact, I had not betrayed him. It
was all part of the story.
All that may sound like an easy way of shifting guilt, but the effect was
quite deep. A deep sense of calm came over me. My emotions were still quite
volatile (not surprising considering how I had been feeling just ten minutes
before), but calmed over the next few hours.
After all that I realised this is part of the three-day process!! I’m going
to be clearing gunk from my system over the next few days! Oh god! I decided
that if this was going to happen, I needed to be around Andy or Tony, or someone
who could facilitate the Guided Self-Healing. This made the decision of
attending the workshop the next day a little easier. I knew that I should be
there, but my concerns about my wife where quite prominent. How could I call her
and tell her that I had to stay on an extra day especially when she was
basically covering the costs of my being here! During that same lunch break
people were asking if I were attending the workshop. They said that I was needed
to make up the numbers. I was not going to be caught in a guilt trip, but still,
I really wanted to be there. It was my fear that was preventing me from doing
so.
In the afternoon, I attended David Grudemeyer’s incredible session on Healing
‘Separation from God’ Stories. One of the things that stuck in my mind was that
‘you experience guilt when you grow’. He said this in the context of stepping
outside the norms. Boy was I feeling guilt when I thought about staying for
Andy’s workshop. If this was growth – OUCH!
During the afternoon tea break, I sat with Peter, Jaqui and Chrissie – three
great people to have in the workshop. I knew that I should go to the workshop. Peter told me
that he had changed his plans and was going to the workshop. He had based his
decision on all the things that we had been telling him abut it.
In trying to decide what to do, I bumped into Pam. Pam had been at the
session on Saturday, and had witnessed my story about Arabia. Pam said that she
was attending the workshop, and that she had re-arranged her flights to do so.
Pam acted as a sort of inspiration for me. Pam also had a much bigger part to
play, but more on that later!
Finally, I plucked up the courage to phone the airline, and change my
flights. They were able to do so for a nominal cost. As usual, it had been a
bigger worry in my head, than in reality. Talking to my wife was a little
harder.
And so, by Sunday evening I knew that I would be attending Andy’s workshop on
Monday, guilt and all!
Stayed tuned for Day 3.
OPENING TO MY MAGIC: DAY 3
Monday 11th August: A Group Healing
On Monday, there were 12 people for the workshop alongside
Andy, Tony, Joanie and later Kathy, the facilitators. When asked why they had
attended the workshop, all attendees said that they ‘knew they just had to be
here’. We all knew that we were gathered for a reason. This revealed itself as
the day progressed. Each person in the group has their own story to tell about
what happened to them that day. For the purposes of this story, I will only
mention elements that are relevant to me, so as to maintain privacy for the
other attendees. What would be great though, would be if the rest of you who
attended on Monday were willing to share your tales!
Anyhow, the workshop started with Andy covering the principles of Guided
Self-Healing. He then went on to facilitate a group healing session. To do this
he needed to find the focus -the person whose issue would resonate with the
others in the group. Andy went around the group muscle-testing to identify the
person that he should work with.
The person was identified, and they confessed to knowing it would be them
from the point where they walked into the room. They said that their discomfort
was rising as they were waiting to be picked. As Andy worked with this person,
they identified that the needed to work on 'I can’t speak’. Andy suggested that
we all work on ourselves as he worked with this person.
As soon as the person said, "I can’t speak", I felt a lump in my throat. I
knew that this is what I would be working on. I went into the feeling, and
suddenly I had an image of myself as a druid in England standing atop a hill in
the centre of a stone circle. As I looked in front of me, I could see three
Roman soldiers walking up the hill towards me. I had a sense that there were
asking me who I was. I was denying that I was a druid. I was denying who I was.
I then watched as they pierced me with their spear. I died with the knowing that
I should have just spoken the truth, I should have stayed true to who I am, as
they were going to kill me anyway.
Andy then went to complete the healing protocol. He asked that we surround
this feeling in our body with light, golden light, and that me move it outside
of our body to the centre of the room. You could feel the vibration of the room
go up quite a bit when we all did this. There was a sense that there was this
big ball of energy in the middle of the room. We continued to focus on the ball
of golden light, as it healed/changed what was there. After this he asked us to
look at the vacuum that was created by removing this blockage from our system.
When I imagined looking into this hollow in my throat, I could see the druid,
all curled up in the foetal position, as if he had been sleeping there all this
time! I then saw him climb out of this hollow space and he stood exactly as I
stood, as if he was merging with my body. He then said that Now I can teach you
all you need to know.
It was an incredible feeling, and all the time I was reminded of something
that had happened last May at an incredible Intuition workshop held by Dr.
Elaine Woodall in Ireland. On two separate occasions over the weekend, while I
had an intuitive reading done for me, two people mentioned that I had a
connection with Merlin, and the era of King Arthur. Now, for those who know me,
I would not appear to be a person interested in Merlin and Arthur. I consider
myself a Celt through and through. I am more interested in Celtic Mythology than
Arthurian legend. But what was interesting about what these two people had said
was that one of them said, You know as much as Merlin, but are unable to, or are
prevented from speaking. The other person said, You are a great healer. You are
not just interested in the magic, but how and why it works. You are trying to
tell people, but nobody will listen. You are frustrated because you can’t speak.
If I was to trace a timeline between these events, the Arabia one happened
first, followed by the event as a druid atop the hill, finally catching up with
these stories about Merlin. For a long time I have wondered about the question
of past lives. My feeling is that they are real. I do also, however, think of
them as stories that allow us to integrate experiences, or feelings that our
body/consciousness is trying to bring to our attention. I am interested in what
these stories tell me allegorically, and the meaning that I can take from them.
Take it, as you will. One thing I can tell you about this healing circle…I got
off lightly. Some incredible stories were told, and there was a huge amount of
emotional release, as baggage was dumped, and realisations experienced. It truly
was incredible. And again, it was the speed and (relative) gentleness of the
protocol that astounded me.
As I sat there, and Andy worked with the group, I keep looking at a glass
that sat across the room. I had this incredibly strong feeling that if I picked
up the glass, I would be able to simply mould it in my hands, as if it were
putty. I did try, and it didn’t work, but the feeling still remains with me to
this day.
After Andy had gone around the whole group checking that everything was
cleared we broke for lunch, to gather again at 2pm. I was very excited about the
afternoon session. Guide Self-Healing is very powerful, and I knew that I could
expect some more wonderful experiences as I continued to 'Open to My Magic'.
Pam’s Story
After lunch, Andy took us through the 5-step protocol. We then
teamed up into triads (a observer, facilitator and client), so that we could
experience taking someone through, and being guided through the protocol. Again
Andy muscle-tested to see who would be with whom. I was teamed with Tony (of
course) and Pam. Pam was the lady who had inspired me by her willingness to change
her flight, to be able to attend Andy’s workshop. Did you ever see someone who
catches your eye, but you can’t understand why? Well, Pam was one of those
people. And soon, you’ll see why!
We three decided to go to a secluded area in the Hotel lobby. We were
confident that we would not need peace and quiet for this work. Hah!
Pam agreed to go first as the client, with myself as the facilitator. Tony
was there to help and facilitate the process. I am going to describe some of
Pam’s story, simply because it has direct relevance to what happened next.
Pam said that she wanted to work on being in bystander mode. This issue came
up because she didn’t have anything to report from the group session earlier.
Tony suggested that we ask…if you could get anything out of this session, even
if it was a miracle, what would it be? Pam said that she would like to
experience that connection with Source that others feel. And how would that make
her feel? I’d feel elation, she replied.
As I worked with her, we identified a sensation in her throat. Tony asked whether
we needed to amplify the feeling before working on it. Pam muscle-tested strong.
Tony asked her to intensify the feeling. Pam did this, and almost immediately
started to gag. She said that she felt like she was going to get sick. Pam
became more distressed. I tried to keep calm and keep working. We checked
whether an intervention was needed now, to help Pam. Yes. Does Pam know what it
is? No. Does Rory? Yes. I went through my toolkit. We eventually tested strong
on channelling. I would normally have said energy healing, but those were the
words that came out. So, I tried to focus, while Pam sat gagging beside me, and
I pictured energy flowing into her body, easing her discomfort. This appeared to
ease things a little. Tony then suggested that he take over. I was more than
happy that he do so.
When Pam followed the feeling in her throat, she found herself standing in an
old stone kitchen, looking out to a garden. There was a pungent smell coming
from a boiling pot. She said that it was making her nauseous. She also noticed a
table with some herbs on it. She felt that the herbs were calling to her. We
check whether this was all we needed to know before carrying out the
intervention. No. We explored it further, and Pam described a feeling in her
arm. She said that she would get this feeling regularly.
After some questions and muscle-testing we discovered that we needed to deal
with an issue in Pam’s arm. It was an ‘entity’ story. She said that she felt
like her arm was not a part of her. We followed this line, as Pam brought her
attention to her arm. Suddenly, Pam was in great pain. Her body twisted, and she
moaned that her arm was being mangled. She said that she was being tortured.
We stopped there and Tom said, Here’s the deal. We are dealing with a
death-wish story. You were meant to die here, but you didn’t complete the dying
process. You need to go back in and complete the story.
Pam did this. I was very uncomfortable watching the anguish on her face as
she allowed herself to die. Afterwards, Tony asked her to look for the light.
Pam couldn’t see anything. She could only sense a blackness behind her.
Eventually Pam was able to draw find the light. The light did not envelop her,
however, it enveloped the Wheel that was used to torture her. This wheel became
bathed in golden light. It then moved, so that it floated down to the floor. It
started to spin, and as it did so, it began to emit white light. It had
transformed into a portal. Pam was able to step into the light emitted by the
wheel, and so complete her story. When asked how it felt, to be part of that
light, she said that she felt elated!
We checked to see how many lessons there were to learn from all this. We
muscle-tested to see who would provide the learning’s. It turned out to be me
for most of them. And here they are:
1. You cannot experience light without darkness. They are all one. The
darkness that Pam experienced was there so that she could fully experience the
light. This was evidenced in the transformation of the implement of her death
from something bad, to something truly magnificent.
2. Pam had witnessed something, and had not spoken out (remember the healing
session earlier that day?), and now she was being tortured.
3. The herbs that Pam saw on the table were poisonous. It was a poison that
was being brewed. Pam could have ended her life this way, and it would have been
less painful.
I can’t remember what the fourth lesson was, but it came from Pam.
After this we broke for tea, and we were all a little worn and exhilarated
from the experience. This process had taken about an hour to complete. It is
amazing how much ground you are able to cover when you use the Guided
Self-Healing protocol.
My Story
When we started again, I said that I would like to do something
about the fact that there are times when I am working, and I know that I should
be focusing or doing one thing, and yet, I watch as I turn around and do
something else that just doesn’t serve me. This has been a recurring problem in
my life. Again Tony suggested we ask, if I could have anything… I then rephrased
the statement, as I want to be able to do what I want to do, when I want to do
it. This was a more elegant statement, and covered far more than just work
issues. Pam muscle-tested was this the correct statement and it tested strong.
So we got down to work.
As soon as we started, I said that I had a memory. This was not a feeling,
but a memory. We tested strong that I should follow it. I described a scene,
where I was a baby, in the kitchen of our old house. I was still in nappies. I
was dancing on the floor having a great time, trying to get my mother’s
attention. She had her back to me as she stood at the kitchen sink, peeling
potatoes for the dinner. I waddled over to her, and grabbed her trouser leg for
support. I could really feel the polyester fabric in my hand. I tugged at her
trousers, but she swatted me away. I fell to the ground behind her. I could
sense that the others thought this was a big thing. It wasn’t, I just got up,
dusted myself and went back over to her. I tugged on her trouser leg again. This
time she turned and yelled at me. I can’t remember the exact words, something
like would you ever go away! [I am reluctant to include this in case people
think, oh what an awful mother. I don’t know if this really happened or not. All
I know is that it has significance in terms of what it led to next].
After this happened, I began to describe a feeling like an intense energy
around my head. As if there was thick gel covering the crown and back of my
head. As I explored this sensation, the feeling changed to it being some fabric
over my head. Then…It’s black, and there’s a noose around my neck. Suddenly the
whole scene shifted. I sensed that I was either in the Wild West or
Revolutionary France. I tested strong for France.
I started to describe that I was standing on top of a gallows’, and I had
this black bag over my head and a noose around my neck. I was being accused of
something that I had not done. I wasn’t too bothered. Then I got the feeling
that Paul [my brother, and energy worker] was stood beside me on the gallows.
He too was hooded and about to be hung. He turned to me as said Here we go
again!
Suddenly, the doors beneath us opened, and we dropped. I had the sensation
that I slipped through the noose. I felt onto a pile of dead bodies beneath me,
all hidden inside the enclosed platform. I lay on the ground and watched as
Paul’s body, twitched and writhed, before he died. I could hear the guards
running down the steps to come looking for me. There was nowhere to hide. I
scrambled underneath some of the bodies, hoping that they’d think I too had
died. The guards entered, and systematically poked their bayonets though all the
bodies. One of the strokes passed through my heart. I opened my mouth to scream,
and some body part fell into my mouth. I started to gag and choke, and that is
how I died. Not from the wound in my heart.
The next thing I know, I am standing beside Paul in this white space. I
realise that I am a soul. Paul turned to me and said, That went well, didn’t it?
[I still smile when I remember that line]. It was then that things started to
really happen. I suddenly had the realisation that Paul and I were
time-travellers (of a soul-kind). It was as if we were a crack team, and it is
our job to travel to different points in time to reveal to people what is
possible. Our sense of humour is considered a necessary component because we
would be persecuted and killed for the things that we would/will do and say. I
also realised that one of the people who had been at the workshop, was only on
‘the team’. As I recounted all this to Tony and Pam, a torrent of tears was
flowing down my face. I have never felt such joy in my life. It was like waking
up from a coma, or ‘coming home’. I had had a peak behind the curtain to see
what was really happening backstage!
I realised that I have to be ME. Just ME. And in doing so, I would show
people what is possible. I also have to speak out, and speak the truth, and not
deny who I am, or what I know. For those who really know me, you might find this
kind of odd, considering I have been quite a shy person. This is changing. Hence
this great big article!!

Paul, with Sarah and Eliane... incredible psychics!
I also sensed that the fact that Paul and I are brothers in this life is
doubly significant. There is something in this unity that we must reflect. I had
the sense that I should stop worrying, because there is nothing to worry about.
Seeing the bigger picture, I know that things will work out one way or the
other. Things will always work out; it is just a matter of how easily we allow
it to happen.
Another thing that came up was that our baby (due in Dec) will also have a
big part to play in all this, just as my wife does now.
It was at this stage that I took over the session. I was now guiding the
others through it. I was answering questions either before they were asked or as
they were being asked. It was as if the muscle-testing had become irrelevant in
this session. It was still comforting to have it as a backup.
When I finally relaxed from all my crying, and had a cup of tea (I really
needed it). We asked how many lessons there were to learn. I knew it was two
before we had finished posing the question. Tony had one, and Pam, the other.
The way it would work, was that, each person would say something, and I would
respond. The learning would come from my responses. I offered to Tony that he go
first.
Tony sat for a few seconds, before leaning over in his chair, so that his
face was close to mine. You have opened something inside of me, he said. For
him, witnessing what happened showed him that he was travelling the correct
path. I leaned towards him now and said, Welcome to the Team. That now made
four.
I knew already now, what would happen with Pam. I asked her, to say
something. She said that all she was getting was picture of me in a row boat on
a river, and it was sailing towards a light. I knew that there was more. I asked
her to say some more. Pam said that she could see me reaching out over the back
of the boat, as if beckoning to someone. I was frantic. You are in that scene I
said to Pam. Pam started to get a little distraught. I can’t see it she said,
all I can she is you and there’s a mist around you, shrouding everything. I
heard myself speak. This is Avalon, and that is a magical mist. You are very
near, but cannot see me because of the mist. I knew that I could clear the mist.
In my mind’s eye, I gestured with my hands, and the mist parted. Pam was
standing there on the shore in front of me. I gestured again, and she floated
across the water to wards me, until we were together in the boat. We then sailed
into the light, as one.
Afterwards, we realised that Pam had needed to re-experience her connection
with Source, for this part of the story to unfold. That is why I included it.
The Portals
I then got the sense that this thing was a portal. A number of names came to
mind like Northumberland and Warwickshire, but when I checked a map later, the
visual image in my mind, was Lincolnshire. [Tony told me afterwards that he is
from Northumberland and he lives in Warwickshire!] I started to speak again…that
this was a portal and that it was opening again now. It was not a portal in the
sci-fi sense. It was a portal of transformation. When people come into contact
with this invisible portal, they will be transformed. This portal was on an
island, with three trees. The trees represent Tony, Pam and I.
I also got the name Carrrickmine. I sensed that this was an Irish location of
a portal. It was only afterwards, when talking to my sister-in-law about
Carrickmine that she reminded me that it is the site of a legal battle regarding
an archaeological dig and the building of a motorway in Dublin. Now, if I was to
consciously choose a location for a portal in Ireland I would have picked
somewhere in Co. Meath like Tara or Newgrange, but there you go!
I then got the sense that these portals were opening all over the planet. In
my mind’s eye, I could see this latticework of connections, as all these portals
opened and connected with each other. This was all starting this day Monday 11th
Aug 2003. Then the words 'The Quickening’ came to mind. This is all part of The
Quickening. It’s as if there’s no time for messing around, we’ve got to grow as
quickly as possible.
Epilogue
After all that, I said that there was still work for the group to do. I
sensed that I would be staying around that night, even though my flight was
booked for 7:50. When we gathered back in the room, I was looking out the
window. Everything felt unreal. It was really like the Matrix, but on a soul
level, and not technological. I had always thought that the Matrix was just a
story of it’s time that explained what was happening on a soul-level, but using
computers to make it more acceptable and current. I then spoke to Pam, and told
her some things about what she needed to do next. It was strange hearing this
come out of my mouth.
As I expected I missed the flight, but by going to the airport, they swapped
my flight for free to the next day. Along the way, I texted Paul, and asked him
to muscle test for I am a time-traveller’. He texted me back with:
Time-traveller: yes, ET: yes, Last Life on Planet: no. Next life last? Yes. What
the f@*k is going on? Later I was able to call him, and tell him exactly what
happened.
That night, I met with Andy, Kathy, Tony, Joanie and David. It was a special
and very personal meeting. I felt like I was being welcomed into the fold of
people who had already discovered their purpose in life. I will always be
thankful for the kindness that was shown and the compliments made that night.
Since then, things haven’t gotten any less weird. I have noticed an
incredible increase in synchronicities. But that is to be expected I regularly
phone people only for them to tell, me that a) they were about to phone me, or
b) they were about to phone me. I have also had a number of clients come to me
about little things, which have led to them opening up in some form. Even my
Reiki has changed, where I have started to communicate much more with the client
as I work, passing on information as it comes to me.
One interesting thing involves a writer friend of mine, who has been writing
a sci-fi TV script. I told him my tale and he said that Oh my god, that fills a
gap in my story that I have been trying to figure out. As we spoke, I said to
him… You do know, that we know each other for a reason. He said that he did, and
that it was his job to get these stories out to a wider audience. I agreed, and
added, that we would work together on these things.
And that has been a big realisation. Everyone I come into contact with will
be affected in some way - sometimes big, sometimes small. That means that all of
you who are reading this story, are reading it for a reason. Please do share any
experiences you have with the list on which you have read this story, or you can
email me directly.
This is just a sample of what has been happening since I got back from
Brighton.
Since talking to Paul, we both feel that March 2005 is an important time in
Ireland, and how it relates to the world. We’ll keep you posted on this.
And now a request. I would appreciate it if anyone could shed some light on
these portals. The River Glen in Lincolnshire seems significant as a location
for the island. Are there any dowsers who would like to explore this?
Finally, I would just like to thank everyone who has helped in Opening Up To
My Magic. There are too many to list, and I suspect that I may leave someone
out. You all know who you are…everyone who has been a part of my life in some
form or other. The one person I will thank is Paul, who has always been more
than a brother to me…and now I know why!
Phew, that took me some time to write! I hope that you enjoyed my story and I
would really appreciate your comments and feedback.
Let There Be Light! (And laughter! Don’t forget the laughter!)
Rory
Rory O'Connor
Personal & Creative Coach
"assisting organisations and individuals that are stressed, disorganised or
just plain stuck...and want to change now!"
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