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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.9.3 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Fri, 19 Mar 2010 09:06:47 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>T.L.</title><subtitle>T.L.</subtitle><id>http://www.stuartwildeblog.com/tl/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://www.stuartwildeblog.com/tl/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stuartwildeblog.com/tl/atom.xml"/><updated>2009-12-26T18:50:34Z</updated><generator uri="http://www.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace Site Server v5.9.3 (http://www.squarespace.com/)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>A Kind Word (TL)</title><id>http://www.stuartwildeblog.com/tl/2009/12/26/a-kind-word-tl.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stuartwildeblog.com/tl/2009/12/26/a-kind-word-tl.html"/><author><name>HH</name></author><published>2009-12-26T18:25:26Z</published><updated>2009-12-26T18:25:26Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>A Kind Word (TL)</p>
<p>Often, when I am deep within an Ayahuasca&nbsp; journey when I&rsquo;m attending at ceremonies in Ecuador, I will get an instruction such as &ldquo;go outside and attend now&rdquo; or &ldquo;outside - two minutes&rdquo;.</p>
<p>On one occasion last November I received similar instruction and I made my way into the garden. The plants, grass and trees were alive, resplendent and full of fractals and, as I glanced over to the vortex on the lawn, the hooded sages were standing majestically and silently in a circle.</p>
<p>A voice in my ear said &ldquo;go the steps&rdquo; and I instinctively walked round the lawn to find a friend of mine sitting there. My friend was experiencing a particularly challenging journey, being shown a hitherto unseen part of his shadow, locked into a repetitive cycle.</p>
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<p>I went up to him and his darkness was superimposed over his face in the form of dark fractals that spun and twisted his face grotesquely out of proportion, as though there was another entity trying to force entry inside him. Moments later, after a short conversation and a reassuring smile, his face slowly came back to normal and the darkness left him. Task completed, I left and immediately went deeply back into my own journey.</p>
<p>It&rsquo;s amazing how a kind word and a reassuring hand can change the energy of someone&rsquo;s journey. (TL)</p>
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<p>On this journey you never know when something will occur</p>
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<p>While lying down one evening, in a quiet moment outside in the garden of the hotel where I was staying, I heard the words &ldquo;The Being are going to appear to you &ndash; they will not be as you expect them to be&rdquo;.</p>
<p>Moments later I was lifted vertically via my etheric off the ground and taken at supersonic speed into space above a planet. There, some distance in front of me, two giant crystalline entities hovered several miles apart. White flashing bolts streaked out of each entity, forming a bridge of communication between them, pulsing and resonating. I floated between them at a distance, in awe of their beauty and power.</p>
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<p>Moments later I was taken to a park where a lone hooded figure sat in the moonlight on a wooden bench. The figure beckoned me over and I moved slowly over to sit beside it. The figure uncovered its face to reveal a feminine figure of amazing beauty. Her face was hazy and mercurial but her left eye was an incredibly beautiful fractal eye shimmering with all the colours of the rainbow.</p>
<p>She was so beautiful that I was mesmerised. I felt that I sat there for hours before the female figure nodded to her left and out of the corner of my eye I saw six slender 10-12 foot tall, figures standing in state, silently observing, who on seeing that I had noticed them, bowed and then sped away at tremendous speeds. To my right a slender fractal angel with wings appeared hovering in the air resonating with beauty, protection and love.</p>
<p>To have seen these Beings for the first time was deeply humbling. An experience I will never forget. I have had the privilege to see the Tall Boys and the hooded fractal-eyed female on several occasions since. (T.L.)</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>The Comical Frosted Bird People</title><id>http://www.stuartwildeblog.com/tl/2009/3/2/the-comical-frosted-bird-people.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stuartwildeblog.com/tl/2009/3/2/the-comical-frosted-bird-people.html"/><author><name>HH</name></author><published>2009-03-02T15:57:05Z</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:57:05Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p style="line-height: normal;">&nbsp;</p>
<p>Not all visions can be serious, in fact some can be quite comical.</p>
<p>One evening, while meditating outside, I was taken on a flight through the star systems at lightning speeds passing through galaxies and past planets, suns and constellations. I heard the words &ldquo;Stop Now&rdquo; and I was taken to a world populated by thin, short 4 foot high &ldquo;bird&rdquo; people all dressed in frosted silver armour with long 18 inch metal plumes rising at 45 degrees out of the back of their heads and equally long pointed metallic beaks.</p>
<p>I stood silently among them in a town square, unnoticed. The crowd stood cold and quiet for a while when suddenly trumpets sounded and a procession of royalty meandered out of a gateway and through a passage in the crowd, all arrogant and proud. They looked so silly as they strutted along demanding to be noticed. The crowd crowed and jostled and in their excitement flicked their heads from side to side, their long metal beaks and plumes bumping into each other and creating sheer pandemonium as they hit the plumes and beaks of other bird people causing a ripple effect of clunks, chaos and confusion.</p>
<p>The chaos and confusion spread to the royal procession as the royal dignitaries began turning their heads to observe the crowd they also began to bang their plumes and beaks into each other. After a couple of minutes the scene turned so ridiculous that I started to laugh out loud drawing attention to my presence. I heard the words &ldquo;time to leave&rdquo; and I returned to my meditation. (T.L.)</p>
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<p>&nbsp;</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Visions of the Tolemac</title><id>http://www.stuartwildeblog.com/tl/2009/2/7/visions-of-the-tolemac.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stuartwildeblog.com/tl/2009/2/7/visions-of-the-tolemac.html"/><author><name>HH</name></author><published>2009-02-07T06:40:37Z</published><updated>2009-02-07T06:40:37Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;">The Tolemac Giants.</span> During one meditation I opened my eyes and looked up to see two immense towering figures made of stone above me. They were so tall, over a 100 feet, that I could not see their faces. They felt friendly and after a while the figures slowly stooped down to greet me and I saw two friendly faces. One of them said, &ldquo;We are the guardians of the Tolemac Castle. There is no need for fear. It is protected&rdquo;. They showed me that the castle or castles could hide themselves invisibly if danger was near.</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;">The Castle</span>. Late into the evening at the hotel I was staying, I was taken to the Tolemac Castle. Many of the people I have journeyed with over the past two years were there in a huge courtyard, all dressed elegantly and resplendently. The atmosphere was beautiful, happy, full of laughter, light and honour. No fear, anger, jealousy, envy - all equal and one, a perfect union. I realised that I was being shown the new dignity that will come from ever growing more humble, wider and none-judgmental. What a privilege to be blessed with a glimpse of this.</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span>The Assembly</span> of the Tolemac</span>. After this I was taken to a huge hall, looking down from above at a vast round table about which were 24 hooded figures, standing with swords in their hands. Each of the figures placed their sword on the table with the point towards the centre. I heard the word &ldquo;this is the Tolemac&rdquo;. It was deeply moving. TL</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>The Lake</title><id>http://www.stuartwildeblog.com/tl/2009/2/5/the-lake.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stuartwildeblog.com/tl/2009/2/5/the-lake.html"/><author><name>HH</name></author><published>2009-02-05T04:03:13Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T04:03:13Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Having seen a Vision of the lake at an event in Wales several weeks later I travelled to its location. I stood at the shore of the Lake for several hours. A hooded figure, standing in a small rowing boat paddled out and after staying motionless for a while moved off. Later a mass of shadowy figures in medieval costumes formed in the centre of the lake and observed me looking at them, as though they were wondering who I was &ndash; they seemed pretty confused that I could see them. After a while they drifted away.</p>
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<p>Later that night around midnight I returned to the Lake and meditated. The Lake is a short walk from the road and takes 5-10 mins to walk. On my return it was pitch black and as I walked I could feel a distinct pressure. I continued to walk back to the road but after a while began to get concerned. I looked down at the clock on my mobile phone and realised I had been walking for over 40 minutes on a country pathway that seemed completely different to the one that I entered on. Concern changed to real uneasiness .... I stopped, focused myself and continued walking .Two minutes later the gate at the side of the road appeared in front of me.</p>
<p>The following night I returned to the Lake with a very dear friend and we bathed in the lake. Later that night we returned to bathe again and as we walked along together parts of our bodies morphed in and out of view and at one stage I lost my companion completely &ndash; he disappeared. I only found him again when he called out to me ... and I was only a few inches away from him. TL</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>The Hovering Deity</title><id>http://www.stuartwildeblog.com/tl/2009/1/19/the-hovering-deity.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stuartwildeblog.com/tl/2009/1/19/the-hovering-deity.html"/><author><name>HH</name></author><published>2009-01-19T01:59:18Z</published><updated>2009-01-19T01:59:18Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>I was with Stuart three years ago at one of his French Templar Castle &ldquo;See the Morph&rdquo; events. On the second day I was lying on the grass in the courtyard of the grounds and the sky above me started to change. It formed into a huge apparition of the head of a Hindu deity which stretched from horizon to horizon. It just hovered there, smiling and observing, for approximately an hour. My whole body filled with an intense white light which I felt that it wanted to explode in all directions around me. Never having experienced something like this before I suppressed the urge to allow it to do so.</p>
<p>T.L.</p>
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<p>{ Many of us have had visions of the Hindu deities. It seems it is a recurring theme, even though none of us is Hindu. -S.W.}</p>
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