RogerB
Crusader
Lakey, Heidrun, Try This . . .
Originally Posted by hbeer View Post
Lakey Replied:
Here is a post I made back in January under the title:
Here's an Ascension Writeup That Might Help Some Folks
This is the link to the original:
http://www.forum.exscn.net/showthread.php?p=198701#post198701
I will now slot in the text of it from my original word document to save ya'll darting about . . . .
It is on the subject of knowingly choosing one's next life body and game
I have, errr, so to speak, been there, done that.
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The present body I work with was knowingly chosen by me in 1935-6. It was selected from three I had focused on . . . but April 1936 made Sydney Australia and the parents of this body the optimum choice out of Marseille, France or a logging camp in the Pacific NW, USA. It was a wonderfully wise choice: my parents were wonderful and growing up in Sydney on the beaches (Bondi and Bronte) was the best possible for me.
Rog
Originally Posted by hbeer View Post
There is a whole new brand of technology about this, called "Life Between Lives" (LBL), spreading quickly across the planet.
Its pioneer researcher is Michael Newton. He has written three books about his research, and edited a fourth. His trainees are just about everywhere now.
In his sessions he invariably comes back to the fact that people are planning their upcoming incarnation, sometimes in very fine detail, before they pick up the next body.
Lakey Replied:
Heidrun, this is really a hot button for me! If on a meter, it would fall full dial even with the sensitivy knob set at 1. Our own ESMB member, the erudite "Dull Old Fart" has a thread with many of Newton's taped lecures. I see that Dully has read this thread from time to time but has never posted wth us.
Here is a post I made back in January under the title:
Here's an Ascension Writeup That Might Help Some Folks
This is the link to the original:
http://www.forum.exscn.net/showthread.php?p=198701#post198701
I will now slot in the text of it from my original word document to save ya'll darting about . . . .
It is on the subject of knowingly choosing one's next life body and game

I have, errr, so to speak, been there, done that.
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I am moved to write this piece after reading the way the death of John Harvey affected some folks.
Also, it is a follow-up on my earlier post on this thread concerning my statement that I’ve had many ascension experiences as a result of using the tech. I also noted in that earlier posting that one can have ascensions on different subjects and/or areas of existence that have been mussed-up by the case one has accumulated.
This is a write-up on one particular ascension that happened late March-early April 1963, in Sydney, Australia. It was not my first ascension: I’d had a number before this one, also some very much larger ones after it.
For context, and so what I write will be more easily understood and aligned, it is appropriate I point out the following.
I started in Scn in late 1957; did 50 hours SCS (objectives process based on mechanics of control) in 1958, holographically experienced my first past lifetime later that year, did my professional auditor training in April-June 1960, did 200+ straight hours of CCHs in 1961 to phenomenal gains and huge O/Runs, plus delivering lots of stuff to others throughout this time. 1962 was spent dealing with own goals and the “fireworks” processes of listing lines plots of own items. I say this because this, and the ascensions I had doing it, set me up for what happened that (Aussie) autumn of 1963.
I used to swim 5-6 miles a day in training (1953-60), so the idea of going out into the huge surf late one afternoon with an old buddy did not bother me. Particularly since it was on the beach were I’d grown up as the local champion.
I was on a visit back home after having lived in Melbourne for two and a half years. Trouble was, I’d never known what it was like to be out of condition physically. Not having been in the water for a couple of years does that.
That afternoon, the surf was truly huge, and a little vicious as there was a bit of wind still driving it. When my buddy proposed we take a few waves, it was as much bravado that got me going as much as the idea of enjoying a few waves. We were body surfing: not on boards. My mate wore fins, I was just me, no extra gear.
Half way out through the break I began to realize just how out of condition I was. The lactic acid burn in my arms was intense, and my very heavy breathing and the feeling of the inability to supply sufficient oxygen to my system was something I’d not experienced before. Problem was, a very big surf requires a lot of breath holding when you have to go under the waves to get out through the break.
Eventually we got “out the back” where we could catch the waves as they broke, but the problem now was that we’d been swept by the “rip” (a current of out-rushing water to one side of the shallower location where the waves break, which is the outlet of all the water the waves bring in) to the south behind the reef at that end of the beach.
My mate was in better shape than me though. He had fins on his feet, and was able to get out of there and catch a wave. For me, I found the rip more than I could handle in my out-of-condition state. And I was pinned in behind the reef with monster waves beating up on me—and I knew I was in deep s**t. The rip that swung to the south around that reef was more than I could handle. It is to be noted that all the ocean currents on the east coast of Aussie run to the south, just as they do on the west coast USA.
My first response was deep anger that I’d let myself get into such a situation, and also at the fact that I was so out of condition. I was totally pissed at that!
Then the consequences of my situation began to dawn on me, and that moved me down scale into some fear of what could happen. Then interestingly enough, I “lost it.”
The interesting thing, here, is that the drop in mood was totally on automatic. It happened. I did not cause or choose it. It happened in an instant, so fast I did not see it coming; indeed I could not, it was so instantaneous.
What the mood of fear brought on (or brought with it) was a loss of presence and loss of ability to exercise volition, except, that is, to choose to flee from the fear scenario even more so (which I was smart enough not to choose).
That is, when my automatic vacating of presence there in that moment and place occurred, my powers as a spiritual Being also almost vanished. It’s what fear does to a Being(There is a lot more on this phenomenon for a later post.)
One thing I knew from the tech, however, was that one has to “confront what is going on and to view it as-is” if one is going have any semblance of sanity in dealing with it and any chance of handling the scene.
And so, even though I was not in control of the things that were happening, I was able to stay aware of what was occurring and determined to do so.
The next instant awareness I had was that I was detached from the body. I was not in or near it at all, and not perceiving it, not experiencing it. And I realized I had lost control of it, and was losing control of the situation as my mood continued to run on its automatic crash which continued till I was aware of and experiencing the enormous failure to have handled the whole situation. I was completely in a mood of failure concerning handling my body, the surf, the environment, the game, et al. And being pounded by huge waves didn’t help
And I recognized death. It was the experience of thus giving up on the game, the leaving of the (area of) failure, and the need to get free of it. I actually concluded/considered the body was lost, irretrievable.
As I drifted away I remembered Hubbard’s data from some tapes and such, about “in between-lifetime implants,” and his and others’ tales about the “light.”
As I drifted free form the scene, I became slightly aware of “the light” a little, but determined to not get interested in it or “go to it”; for I reasoned it likely had something to do with what triggers the “return mechanisms” Hubbard referred to. (That was my think then. I have a different view of it now.)
What was fascinating about this point in the event, is that I had retained all of my knowledge and training acquired this lifetime and was fully aware of it and of choosing to apply it.
I decided to stick close to the planet and to get myself familiar with operating in this spiritual condition, free from the body. This switched on my spiritual perception of the physical environment . . . I found myself looking at the several local beaches at that part of Sydney as though from an airplane above. This switch-on of perception was also as though automatic. It was not something I knowingly determined, like: “now I’m going to open my spiritual eyes and see!” It simply seemed as though my determination to act triggered or restored the abilities required.
The interesting thing at this stage of the event was that I was totally in the “Wow!” of the now. I was totally only aware of the present. I had no notion of future or any address to it.
Next, I realized I had to determine my next actions in the game of my overall existence, and I had to now look to my next game.
Then a change occurred. It was again instantaneous, and brought on (about) by my having decided on having a future. That deciding on having a future (of course I now know there is a basic on the long, long chain of that which kicked in) gave me a dimension across which I could then deploy my awareness and presence and thus have something to direct my attention and intention towards.
The key to this was that I had my awareness under my control, and as I began again to focus it, my presence came back under my control. I was now directing my powers of awareness and presence, not the environment or my “case”.
All the above, from anger through fear, failure, death and to determining I wanted a future was probably only an instant. No way to know (wasn’t wearing a watch, and probably wouldn’t have thought to time the incident!)
My next spiritual action (thought) in the sequence was the determining of what I wanted to do as and in my future. And the conclusion was that I wanted to get back into the game in a body in a scientologist family, for they had the tech and the knowledge of how best to bring up a child
Then, almost on automatic, but not really so as I knew what I had to do, I reached to know where that family was. I knew there was a Scn family in Brisbane and of course an army of them in Melbourne. There were none to connect with in Sydney.
Then, suddenly, spiritually, I was aware of the entire east coast of Australia. I was spanning the 1,000 miles from Brisbane to Melbourne and seeing if just like we are now familiar with as a result of satellite photos. And from this spanning position over those 1,000 miles I was reaching to perceive who was in the baby making business among the scientologists in those cities.
Only one couple resonated: Roger and Helen Meadmore in Melbourne.
I’d met Roger very briefly a few years before, but had never met Helen. Though she had nice vibes to the spiritual touch
As I reached to know more, I began to know their baby was going to be born in mid-September that year (1963). And I thought, “That’s it. That’s the family. I’ll pick up their baby.” And as I got closer to perceiving it all, I suddenly discovered it was going to be a girl!
Oh, Oh! Now I don’t want to offend any of the ladies on this board, but 1963 was about fourty years before they let women run the marathon in the Olympics In those days, all the girls did was sit on the beach while the boys had all the fun cracking the waves! And none played rugby like we boys could.
So, being a girl is something I did not want to be. No sir! Besides, so far, I am of the conclusion it does not suit my temperament.
In any event, it was a bit of a shock that it was a girl’s body I was nearly picking up.
So, suddenly becoming sober, I instantly thought, “What the hell am I doing? This is nuts. Get back in your body and see if you can rescue it!”
Now my awareness was with me under my control, able to be focused, not dispersed and not on an avoidance of unwanted experiences. I was able to be present and able to direct my attention and intention toward what I wanted and determined to do. I had spiritual power again.
I got back in/with my body, coughed a little water out of its lungs, got it in control of staying on the surface; and then began to compute on how the hell to get out “here” —this mess I was in.
There were only two options. One was a seven mile swim south to a safe bay named Thompson’s Bay (I was at Bronte Beach) where I could get ashore. Between me and there was seven miles of cliffs and reef lined coast. The other option was to attempt to use the huge waves to give me a lift up onto the reef I was trapped behind, and once up, to run like hell before the next wave hit.
Option two worked. I won’t bore you with the details, except to say I cut my big toe on a barnacle.
Many years later, probably 1981 or 2, at FSO when I was doing NOTs etc., etc., (we had lots of etceteras to do in those days) I was sitting in the sun by the pool, and this lady was walking toward me with whom there appeared to be some sort of familiar feeling. I did not recognize her, but we both caught each others’ attention.
“Hello, do we know each other?” we both seemed to say together.
“Helen Trachsel (spelling may be off; but that’s the phonetics), from Melbourne,” she said.
“No, I don’t remember that name.” said I.
“Well, you might remember me as Helen Meadmore. That was my former married name.”
My God! I thought.
“Helen, did you have a daughter in September, 1963 in Melbourne?”
“Yes, Samantha (or maybe Kathy, my memory is a little rusty after 25+ years)”
Well I told her the story above nearly picking up as her daughter. We had a good giggle together, and she promised to tell her daughter when she got back home.
Any of you folks in Melbourne who might know Helen (either as Meadmore or as Tracshel) give her a shout for me and tell her, Roger who nearly became Kathy/Samantha, says Hi!
There is a lot more I could say on all this, but we are already a little long.
The key message here is that we can and do stay spiritually connected to those who we care about and are dear to us. One can directly communicate with them, which is a subject I’ll deal with on another post.
It is also true that one can be fixed in ones connections with others with whom one is locked in combat or hatred . . . and that is not a pretty scene, so end all that shit while you have the chance
My lessons learned in this exercise is that one’s awareness is a basic and critical element of one’s powers and attributes. Directing it by choice is an act of volition as long as one is in control of one’s “faculties”; when one directs one’s awareness it focuses one’s attention at or on the thing, place or location in time or within one’s domain of existence and one is then knowingly present with/to that thing or location and can further exhibit power and exercise one’s potential. (‘Nuff said)
I did not get to grips with all that had happened all those many years ago for a long time. When I first studied Alan’s tech, it also used to be called “Ascensionism,” I began to get a glimpse of what I had really gone through. Based on Scn tech, it was an “incident,” that contained a lot of crap and one I managed to overcome.
When I viewed it from the perspective of Alan’s Knowledgism, I found I’d recovered some colossally, positive awareness, powers, abilities, and knowledge. Knowledgism tech enables one to address these positives and to make more of them and to more fully own and restore them to their proper level of availability and capacity. I don’t know of any other tech that addresses this specific need.
Roger
The present body I work with was knowingly chosen by me in 1935-6. It was selected from three I had focused on . . . but April 1936 made Sydney Australia and the parents of this body the optimum choice out of Marseille, France or a logging camp in the Pacific NW, USA. It was a wonderfully wise choice: my parents were wonderful and growing up in Sydney on the beaches (Bondi and Bronte) was the best possible for me.
Rog

Birthday twins! Pretty cool.



