Monday, April 2, 2012

Tom Campbell on Teloportation of money

I'm very excited about Tom Campbell's book "My Big TOE" (Theory of Everything). He explains it all, teleportation included. At least teleportation of money.

You can buy his book or read it online. In the meantime I began writing a book of my own - it's on Sending Love practice and other practices that give "magical" results.

Friday, January 13, 2012

250 meters teleportation

Got another personal teleportation report in the mail. As with previous ones - it was unintentional experience. Would be cool when we learn to do it on purpose! Around October of 2010 I teleported. It wasn't on purpose, I hadn't been trying to, and the goal was nowhere in my mind that day or the weeks prior, so I refer to it as spontaneous teleportation. I had gone for a walk. It was after midnight, but a very normal time for me to be awake and walking around. I stopped just beyond this Italian restaurant and had sat down indian style. I was thinking and my thoughts were inducing a feeling in what I refer to as my energy body. I though of basically only three things: the encountering of an un-understood warning signal, islamic terrorism in our recent past, and being under and within a kind of black ocean of consciousness sludge that is so normal and pervasive it is as invisible as air is to us, or likely water to fish. I could even seen the blackness filling my visual field starting from top right. I blinked, a normal blink, just as long as usual, and saw upon opening my eyes that I had moved. I was about 250 feet away, around two corners from where I had started, sitting indian style in the trash room of my apartment, facing the door. I had been staying and sleeping in the room for the previous week or so. From my experience with lucid dreaming and induction techniques, the first thing I asked myself, almost immediately, was "Did that really just happen? Am I dreaming?" I consulted my memory and could remember not only the entire scence up to that point, but various things about my whole day. Normally in a dream I have no back story. I could tell and had as little doubt as at this moment that no, I was in fact awake on Earth, in my physical body as usual. I never teleported back after that -- I just went on about my life from there. I had not taken in anything that would have caused blackouts, like alcohol, and I had not been drowsy or yawned even once yet in that evening. I was not sleepy or drugged, and I personally take the experience as is, and believe that teleport is exactly what I did. The only other possible explanation, as I see it, is that I got lost in thought, walked back to the place where I would have, where I was staying, sat down, and inexplicably out of nowhere opened my eyes and stitched my pre-blink starting place to the past some number of minutes ago. That explanation itself is so other-worldly to me, and just as hard to accept as teleporting. Personally, I have always believed teleportation is not only normal, but in many ways more normal that the inability to do so, so I wasn't exactly shocked with surprise. I have spent my life exploring various states of consciousness, so I consider myself, more than most, as very aware of my state. I thought you might be interested. --Charles J. Daniels

Personal teleportation experience in England

I got notice in the mail that a comment was posted to one of the blog messages. John has left a new comment on your post "Personal teleportation experience report": About four months ago I caught the train to Taunton which is in somerset. I got off at the station and started walking. I went through a built up area and remember seeing a dense collection of trees on the horizon. Houses got in the way of my view of these trees but when I came out of the built up area the horizon seemed to have changed. The trees weren't there anymore and instead I thought I could see the sea. I didn't think much of this at the time. I continued walking and more houses came and went as it began to grow dark. I found myself in a town and was feeling scared because there were lots of drunken hooligans around. I approached some police officers and asked where I was. They told me I was in Cheltenham. They asked me where I had come from and couldn't believe me when I said I had walked from Taunton. I later learned that the distance between the two towns is at least eighty miles and yet I got from one to the other in what can't have been much longer than an hour from what I remember. the average walking speed is four miles an hour so it would only be possible for most people to walk such a distance in just over a whole day. To this day, the whole mystery remains unexplained. Posted by John to Teleportation research by Nikolay Denisov at December 12, 2011 2:43 PM