Out Of Body Experience at Bell Rock

photo of the Egyptian Sphinx at sunset

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Sometimes we experience something and it is so profound it takes years before we totally understand it.

It can take years for the mind to totally comprehend everything that has transpired so knowledge comes in bits and pieces until the pieces of the puzzle all come together.

Several years ago, during my first visit to Sedona Arizona, I had a UFO, out of body experience, at Bell Rock.

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The Bell Rock Vortex

As I drove past the rock,  I felt compelled to stop and spend some time.  Exiting the car I began walking towards the monolith, I  began feeling extremely light and could not feel my body except at the knees.

When I looked up at the top of the vortex, with the intention of taking some photos,  I saw giant sparks leaving the top of the rock. Somehow I realized they were “clumps” of energy entering the atmosphere.

They were actually souls that had arrived from other worlds, they came in through the Bell Rock vortex, a portal, or entryway between dimensions, and formed everything they needed to survive on planet earth. A physical body and a spaceship from the elements on earth so they could take on a physical appearance.

They didn’t travel through space in a UFO, as most assume, they teleported and then accumulated what they needed to survive from the earth’s atmosphere.

A similar event had occurred during my first past life regression several years earlier.

After entering the trance, the first past life I encountered was in ancient Egypt.

I found myself standing on the giant pyramid of Giza, I suddenly felt I was creating my body by drawing elements from the earth.

I didn’t come here on a ship, I teleported and created everything I needed after I arrived on planet earth.

It seems places like the pyramids and Bell Rock are energy sources and portals where we can more easily enter or leave the planet by gaining the necessary elements we need to survive while here.

In that same regression, as I entered the earth I sensed I was going towards the light, a common sensation many feel when they have a near-death experience.

It seems we go towards the light when we reincarnate, just as people report going towards the light when they have a near-death experience.

It is also believed when a  soul passes from a physical existence and returns home, they pass through the light, or as some say, they pass the sun on their way to Home.

Obviously, the light in some way symbolizes our making a transition from one dimension of reality to another.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

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Quantum Linear Superposition

 

 

The best selling book by Robert Lomas

The Lost Keys of Masonry

A quote from the aforementioned book.

Feeling part of the vast quantum entanglement between all particles of matter throughout the cosmos seems to be a natural development from the idea of an interactive quantum observer. An important consequence of a quantum view of the world is that no reality exists – past, present or future – until it is observed. Physicist Roger Penrose wrote about this strange feature, explaining how it is possible for an object to be in two places at once.

 This strange mathematical consequence is called quantum linear superposition, and, although it may seem an abstract idea, it has a real effect. Experiments show that a quantum object really is in two places at the same time. But that is not the end of the story, as Penrose explains. Quantum linear superposition is quite puzzling enough . . . [but] any physical object, itself made out of individual particles, ought to be able . . . to ‘be in two places at once’. The formalism of quantum mechanics makes no distinction between single particles and complicated systems of many particles. Why, then, do we not experience . . . say, cricket balls, or even people, having two completely different locations at once? This is a profound question, and present-day quantum theory does not really provide us with a satisfying answer.

Lomas, Robert. The Lost Key: The Supranatural Secrets of the Freemasons 

This is often experienced in the physical plane without most of us even realizing it.

Several years ago, I had a friend of mine tell me that acquaintance of his had seen me and a fellow worker had been seen in a place that neither of us could have possibly been.

He even described both of us perfectly., along with the vehicles we were driving, and the clothes we were wearing.

When my friend told me this, I responded in the affirmative that we had been there.  I seemed to have a memory of it. After the initial thought, I realized that we hadn’t been there. But it still, and still does even today, many years later, seems real. 

I believe that in an alternate reality, it was very true, and I will always carry that memory.

photo of the Egyptian Sphinx at sunset

a personal spiritual journey into the unknown

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

 

 

A Spiritual Encounter In the Out Back:This is What I Came For

Written By: Gary Wonning

July 7th, This was to be our last day in the outback of Australia, I was beginning to feel as though I didn’t want to go back to the states, this felt like home to me.

Our final stop of the day before traveling to the Alligator River campground to camp for the night was to be at Jabiru, a new uranium mining town in Kakadu National Park.

The Australian government is trying to correct some of the mistakes that we Americans created in dealing with our American Indians.

 

The Australian government has decided that when any minerals are found on Aboriginal Land, the wealth is shared with the native peoples. The city of Jabiru is one such instance of this policy being put into effect.

It is a very modern city with beautiful parks and lakes.

After having lunch at one of the many outdoor restaurants, we were looking forward to an afternoon off, spending it swimming in a large lake nearby. It would have been a welcome relief after spending six grueling days traveling the outback of Australia.

It was about this time that Mark, our driver suggested that if we wanted to see one more sacred Aboriginal Site, he would be willing to drive us.

Many things began racing through my mind, we had visited many ancient sites in the last month and I really didn’t want to see any more, you see one, you’ve seen them all.

The swimming sounded really refreshing, but what the heck, I could go swimming at home next week if I wanted, this was my last day in The Land of Oz, I wanted to enjoy it to the max. I knew deep down that this was going to be a very special afternoon. Being in the outback for almost a month, I was unaware of the date, July 7th, 1989, I was about to discover would be a highlight in my search for truth, and the reason I came to Australia. (Hilda had reminded me of this months ago, but it had slipped my mind.)

Besides that, everyone knows that all the rivers in Australia are filled with crocodiles and after swimming in those uranium infested waters I would probably glow like a porch light all night.

With that in mind, nine of us boarded the bus for the bumpy, dusty forty miles of dirt road that lay ahead. Sitting near the back of the bus I had plenty of time to contemplate what lay ahead and what it would all mean to me. As we bounced along the dusty road occasionally crossing crocodile infested creeks and rivers it seemed as though I was going back in time, to a time long forgotten, a time remembered only in the Aboriginal Dreamtime. I was a little awed at what was going on around me, I could sense and see the other people on the bus, but it was as though I wasn’t really a part of their reality and they perhaps weren’t part of mine.

The dust from the road filtered into the bus and a red layer settled on everyone and everything. At times when passing another vehicle, yes there were others out here, it became so dusty in the bus that we could barely see the driver. At these times it seemed as though we were passing into another dimension.

It was at this time that I felt as if I was actually alone with no one else sharing my experience. I could actually feel my body become lighter and lighter, at the same time becoming less aware of the surroundings around me, becoming acutely aware of the sacred lands we were passing through, and the warning not to enter without permission of the tribal elders.

My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden jerk and a screeching of brakes, the bus was coming to a stop, we had reached our destination, Ubirr Rock, the home of Lightning Man, a very powerful figure from the Aboriginal Dreamtime.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

 

A Trip To The Emergency Room

Written by Gary Wonning

An excerpt from my book.

I could see the drivers head turn away from me, he hadn’t seen me. Looking down at the pavement, I could see sand had been washed onto the wet road, not something one wants to see while trying to stop a motorcycle.

I suddenly realized two choices were at hand, hit the pavement or hit the truck, neither decision was acceptable. I had reached that millisecond of time when one realizes they are in a pile of do-do and there isn’t anything that can be done about it, except utter a few words of desperation and bite the bullet.

Only traveling about 10 miles per hour, the damage should be minimal. My thought was to tap the rear brake, knowing that by doing so the rear wheel would lock up because of the sand on the road. I would lay the bike down and bail off the back of it, shouldn’t be too bad.

Wrong again, as I tapped the rear brake, the wheel locked up as expected, and as I attempted to lay the bike down and jump backward off the bike, the bike fell on my right leg, forcing me to hit the ground like a flyswatter pursuing a pesky fly.

Laying face down on the pavement, excruciating pain was traveling up my right arm. Quickly flopping over on my back, I ripped off my helmet and began to go into shock. It had begun to rain again and my biggest concern was I may get ran over by an inattentive motorist.

My fears were soon put to rest, the driver of the small pickup had seen what happened and stopped to assist. Soon the EMT’s arrived, Charlotte was a member of the life squad, when she heard the call come in, she knew it was me and came to help. She scooped me up off the pavement rode to the hospital and took me home later.

When they cut off my favorite jacket and trouser leg, they assessed the damages, nothing but minor scrapes on my leg, the most serious injury was a dislocated right shoulder, Gawd, it hurt! The trip to the hospital was brutal, emergency vehicles ride REALLY, REALLY rough.

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

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The Anna Mitchell-Hedges crystal skull

 

The Magic Ring

Written By: Gary Wonning

It was also disclosed in a psychic reading that I needed a basket containing “earth things”, and a Tiger Eye Ring that should only be worn on days or months with a five in them because I was moving from a five vibration to a seven and I needed the ring on the five days for protection. I didn’t really understand it all but thought I probably should do it.

This was on a Wednesday night, on Friday evening, as I sat in my living room, I noticed a basket of stones and arrowheads sitting on my bookcase.

The basket came from grandpa, which I acquired when he moved out of his apartment and into assisted living. He had the basket for as long as I can remember. It was woven with sticks and contained, arrowheads, a tomahawk head, a few animal bones, and some rocks, “earth things.”

When we helped him move, I put the basket in the back of my pickup truck and instructed my kids who were helping to give it to my brother Paul who was more interested in that sort of thing than I was. When I arrived home later that day, the basket had been left in the truck, not knowing what else to do with it, I put it on the book case.The same bookcase that sat in grandpa and grandma’s house for years.

I took the basket containing earth things down and spread the arrowheads out on the floor in no particular fashion, and went to bed.

The next day I had planned on going to Cincinnati to find the tiger eye ring. After having breakfast Saturday morning, I sat down in my chair and fell asleep. While sleeping, I had a dream of a pawnshop in Louisville, Kentucky and the Tiger Eye ring was in one of the display cases.

When I woke up, I looked at the arrowheads and they were pointed towards Louisville.

It would have been extremely unlikely I would have arranged them in that fashion, there was no reason to. I had only been to Louisville a couple of times in my life, and really had no desire to go back, it was just like any other city.

I didn’t think much of the idea of going to Louisville, it was a two-hour drive and Cincinnati was only an hour away.

Since Cincinnati was closer, and I was more familiar with it than Louisville. I started driving there, the same stores are in Cincinnati as in Louisville, may as well save two hours of driving time and go there.

I drove about a mile from home, it just didn’t feel right, so I turned around and drove to Louisville.

I just followed my nose and wound up in downtown Louisville, driving around a corner, there was the pawnshop I saw in my dream. I went inside, and there in the display case, exactly as I had seen it in my dream, was the Tigers Eye ring. What else could I do, I bought it and started home.

I really liked it and put the ring on my little finger, left hand. Immediately, much to my surprise, my finger started to sweat so profusely the sweat was dripping onto my leg, while the rest of my hand stayed cool.

I went back to see Hilda the next week and discovered that the ring had been owned by a fundamentalist Baptist minister who pawned it when he ran into financial trouble. She went on to explain I needed the spiritual energy he left in the ring when he sold it.

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

What’s With Sedona

 

Written By: Gary Wonning

An excerpt from my book: A Journey Towards Enlightenment

I began feeling extremely lightheaded, I seem to be leaving my body, and although we had eaten a full breakfast before we left Phoenix barely two hours earlier, I am starved. I need to pull off the road, not entirely conscious, I feel I need to get a photo of this strange rock, this one they call Bell Rock.

Getting back in the car, auntie suggested I eat something, wrong thing to say. I consumed the bananas, apples, and the large jar of Planters Peanuts, and drank most of the tea. She’s looking at me like I’m weird or something.

As we drove past Bell Rock, I suddenly felt the need to take more photos, I had never seen or experienced anything like this before. Parking by the side of the road, I walked back up the hill for a better vantage point. I felt as though my body was separating at the knees and very wobbly and not totally conscious. The only place I could feel my body was at the knees and they hurt, it was as if the only part of my body that was still connected to the earth was from the knees down.

photo of bell rock

Snowy Bell Rock

Never leaving sight of the car, I looked up through the camera at the rock, I saw large sparks coming from the top of Bell Rock, looking upward, I focused and took several photographs.

As I walked back at the car, it seemed as my body was returning to some normalcy, however, I was still extremely disoriented. Emma exclaimed that she was getting worried since I had disappeared from sight to my recollection, I had never left her line of vision. This is just too weird.

The strange sensations continued all the time we were in Sedona but did subside some as I left the general area of Bell Rock. I appeared to be fine physically and was driving safely,(according to Emma) and alertly, however, everything else seemed out of whack. Lunch time arrived and in spite of eating practically everything in the car, I was still hungry.

The Coffee Pot restaurant was the place to eat in West Sedona, finding a seat in the busy restaurant we both ordered a plate lunch. I consumed all of mine and half of my aunt’s, what the H#$% is going on?

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

 

 

We Are All On The Path

Written By: Gary Wonning

An excerpt from my book; A Journey Towards Enlightenment.

photo of the Egyptian Sphinx at sunset

a personal spiritual journey

As with everyone, my learning continued to increase. Whether we realize it or not, each and everyone of us is on a spiritual journey, or walkabout, this is the reason we incarnate on planet earth. Many go through life and never realize this, however, the journey goes on, regardless if we are conscious of it or not.

The spiritual path I was on became my passion, every spare minute I had was spent studying all the different aspects and facets of the esoteric world. I couldn’t get enough of it, it was all I wanted to talk about, I was probably driving everyone around me crazy, I’m surprised many of them continued to speak to me.

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome