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Jaz - Okay, you are entitled to believe anything that you wish. I just thought that I might open your mind enough to see some light through the haze that we all have to live in in this world of ours. If you would like, we can discuss matters like this further, but I won't engage in conversations where we tell each other, "I am right and you are wrong".
Have a Good Day,
truett

"You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one...."

No offence was meant, truett.

Maybe you'd like to tell us about the first hand experiences you had with paranormal powers. You mentioned you witnessed telekinesis but haven't elaborated on that any further.

'Yeah, That's what Jesus would do. Jesus would bomb Afghanistan. Yeah.' - snowlion

My sensei, Dr. Richard McCall (a theologian) grew up Irish-Catholic in Japan due to his father being in the U. S. Military. He, while growing up, was part of a real dojo in Japan (they take martial arts seriously over there).
When he and his family finally made it back over here to America (he having acquired a 5th degree black belt in Ninjutsu), he brought all of his knowledge of eastern type thinking, ideals, and martial art training with him. In the 1970's, one of his sparring partners was Chuck Norris and they remain friends today.
I, myself, nine years ago had decided that I wanted to know something more of martial arts. So I looked through my local Little Rock phonebook for an avenue to achieve this goal. While searching, I saw all of these marvelously colored adds advertising things to the effect of phrases like,"the best martial art training in the world". Well, that kind of preaching and grandiose type of promotion just kind of "turned me off". Yet, I noticed this little, one line of text (nothing else, no color, no preaching) that said, "Bushinki Ninjutsu Dojo", with its address and phone number after it. I took a chance and called. That was a call that positively changed my life and thinking... forever. One of my most treasured memories of that whole experience was when our dojo went on a Musoji (a retreat).
On one particular Saturday morning in April '94, while the seasons mornings were still briskly cool, our dojo met at Pinnacle Mountain (a mountain in Little Rock that, according to my sensei, had a lot of natural energy since its structure is much like a pyramid) where we all climbed the mountain at sunrise, which took us about 45 minutes, and once we reached Pinnacle's pinnacle (yes, a play on words here), we (30 of us or so) sat down on a spot that faced the sun (this certain spot and another on this mountain are supposed to be places of great natural energy) and meditated for I guess about 20 minutes (you seem to lose track of time during periods of intense meditation). The method that we used was similar to one used when the Japanese Samurai (Dr. McCall is a modern day "Shobi Samurai", who practices 3 forms of fighting: 1)kicking and punching arts, 2) grappling arts, and my personal favorite 3) swordsmanship) would bang a gong, that could be heard throughout the valley over considerable distances, and all Shobi (meaning "mountain") Samurai who could hear it would verbally harmonize with it, matching it's pitch and tone, and go into a state of extreme meditation for a short amount of time every morning.
As I recall, all of us harmonizing together, in a relaxed sitting position, eyes closed, and facing the sun on the side of that pyramid shaped mountain, I felt both a communion with others, like none I had previously known, and a sense of individuality (one voice of many) that I to this day, in spirit, hold very close to my heart.
Once we finished meditating together, many of us looked across a ridge to the other side where the other energy point is and saw a lone man watching us. My sensei recognized him and we as a group went over to talk with him. I don't remember his name, but he was also a member of the dojo (once a member, always a member) who had other areas in his life that he had had to concentrate on and therefore had to fly away from the nest of the dojo, exactly one year past, to the day (talk about synchronicity). His reason for being there was that he wanted to climb the mountain that particular morning and remember his experiences with our dojo.

We spent the rest of the day at the base of the mountain, with our ice chests full of sodas and lunchmeats, our sensei relating to us, while we were sitting in our lawn chairs around him, much of what he believed about human potential (a day coming when we'll be able to move mountains with our minds, telepathically communicate with each other, remote viewing (yes, even remote viewing), etc.). That night we did something that also helped me to formulate and practice an alternative for dealing with and erasing all of my personal fears... we "walked fire".

The main reason that you see certain cultures making young men (and I sure hope that at least some of said cultures allow women to face fire also) is that it is a teaching method to encourage people to get over their individual fears. FEAR is nothing more than either an anticipatory emotion or a reflective emotion. Meaning, that if you fear something, you anticipate something negative happening to you or you remember something negative that happened to you in the past and you therefore are reflecting. The only way to completely alleviate any of your fears is to live only in the moment. When you live "only in the moment" during times of fear, you neither anticipate nor do you reflect... anything. Imagine (Americans and American allies pay close attention here) a terrorist with a ten inch, two sided blade (a style of knife that was used by the Texas Rangers and is actually the weapon that won The Alamo since both sides eventually ran out of bullets) standing in front of you with a mind to send you to another plane of existence, what are you going to do? I'll tell you what you are going to do in order to protect all the freedoms that our ancestors fought for, and all of the liberties that you are bound to insure that they endure for our children; you are going to LIVE ONLY IN THE MOMENT and send that bastard to his own private hell.
Anyway, when it was my turn to walk a dozen feet of fresh, red-hot coals I only thought of "the moment". My immediate goal was to traverse that dozen foot bed of coals with its flames popping up as if they were saying, "Come on, I know you're afraid, I know you fear me". I raised my Samurai Sword above my head, with both hands clasped around it's hilt, as if in salute to the then twilight heavens, brought the glorious blade over in front of me in a slicing motion (in swordsmanship you "slice", you don't *chop*) three times, then exhaled all air from lungs... and purposefully, unerringly... walked....
It was over with before I knew it. I had done it! I walked through the flames of fear. It didn't even hurt! I looked back on the coals and they were just coals. That was even FUN!!! I haaaaaaaad to do it again. I was getting hysterical to the point of feeling the primal rage of the human. I looked to the twilight sky and laughed with it. In that moment I knew that I could/can do ANYTHING... I got back in line for a second go 'round, laughing somewhat uncontrollably... I was positively ecstatic!!!
When it came time it for my turn again, my sensei seemed to sense my emotional glee, for he too was laughing with me and the darkening sky. Then Dr. McCall, laughing even more, retrieved the container of lighter fluid from off of the ground at his feet, which caused an immediate ruckus of encouragement from the other members of our dojo, and promptly all but emptied the rest of the lighter fluid on the already hellishly hot coals.
I did not falter. I did not anticipate nor did I reflect. That was my walk of fire. Those were my fresh, two foot high flames that were beckoning me to join them. It was my sword raised to the heavens and slicing an abstract foe. It was my exhaling breath and my will that would be done. I walked....
Ouch. The second walking was a doozy (lol). I had a blister on the bottom of my right foot for a week, but excluding world peace, I wouldn't have missed it for anything.

The next morning, Sunday, we all gathered at Mt. Petit Jean where we took another forty-five minute hike (not up, but down this time due to the Petit Jean trail starting at the top of the mountain) down into the valley and into a ravine where there flowed... a waterfall.
Our purpose was to meditate, individually, within the waterfall itself. "Easy", you say? Try turning your household shower on, cold water only, and sit under it naked! Remember, this is a cold April morning (fifty degrees Fahrenheit), the water coming out of the mountain is a constant 53 degrees, and I was only wearing swim trunks.
Our intent was to sit within the chilling, falling water... and stay there, meditating, until we felt like we didn't have to escape. We had to know what it meant to mentally ignore the physical part of ourselves and remain calm in spite of what our senses were telling us.
Our sensei's advice on making it through the freezing waters, to a point of not having to recognize the physical part of ourselves, and therefore conquering the way that our senses make us pay attention to our perceptions of reality, was to mentally gather heat from "the center of our universe...".
In the east, in the past (I don't recall the exact era, but Musashi, a celebrated Samurai was in the zenith of his life in 1600, so it had to be at least hundreds of years before then; "Musashi" is a great book by the way), Asian governments had outlawed weapons of any kind. So, certain Asian priest decided that they would research and develop a way to effectively *fight with their hands*. As part of their research they observed the way animals react to their realities... especially in the way that they move. (One of the beautiful things about eastern studies of the past is that the overriding element in most of said studies has to do with harmonizing with, becoming a part of, NATURE.)
These priests noticed that an animal always seems to be conscious of the abdominal region of its body. When it moves, it more or less moves with the intent of advancing its *stomach*. If its in battle, it makes its parries and counter-attacks by moving its belly. Not by making this appendage move over that appendage. This unconscious way of moving its abdomen provides for the optimum degree of coordination. Therefore, an animal's abdomen region is "the center of its universe". We humans, in the east anyway, consider the point just below our belly button our center of the universe. (The only time that this concept changes is when swordsmanship comes into play. Balance a sword, horizontally, touching it with only your index finger, moving said finger across the length of it until you find the point where it balances perfectly without it tipping over to one side and becoming a victim of gravity, instead of it coming into harmony with gravity. Once you've found this "perfectly balanced spot", you know that it is then your "center of the universe". On a well balanced sword, the center of the universe is usually just below the top of its hilt (excluding fencing type swords), and a master swordsman can manipulate the balance of his sword in a way that allows him to exert very little effort in wielding it; it practically moves itself.) Anyway, with that background, back to the freezing waterfall experience.
Staring across the small body of water, perhaps a little over one square acre, I saw water falling off the edge of a 100 foot high cliff and all that I could really think of is how downright chilly it was. None of us said anything about the temperature though; perhaps it was because of our excitement, but I really didn't even want to have to mentally admit to myself how cold it really was.
We all stripped down to our swimming clothes and forded the water to its falling source where half a dozen of us at a time went to sit under it. Some of us kept our clothes on because the amount of water that was falling was significant enough that it would slap the skin as if to say, "You impeding my way to the bottom, and if you must do so I'm make you suffer for it". We were also warned not to look straight up into the cascading water, once within it, for danger of having our eyeballs dislodged from their sockets. I was personally determined to get the full effect of the experience, so my swim shorts were all that I had with me (I would have gone naked had it been legally allowed). Well, "full effect" was what i wanted..., and full effect was what I received.
This was supposed an individual experience, unlike the communal, vocally harmonized meditation atop Pinnacle Mountain on the morning just past. With a personal experience in mind, I blocked everything else out of my reality... it was just me and the cold, falling water. I knew not to "anticipate" the coming shock to my sense of touch, so I closed my mind to it... and walked in....
When the mountain water blasted me, I immediately started to hyperventilate. (If you've never lost control of your breathing, to the point of not knowing if going to get it back, I highly recommend that you experience it at least once. It REALLY lets you know that you are alive.) When I was within the fall itself, with little control of my breathing, my sense of coordination was losing touch with itself. My only reference for what I then considered reality was the smooth, solid slab of rock beneath my feet. It was as if I was in dream; a dream where there is no time - nothing to hear but a loud, continuous roar of water at play, though it's constant battering of my skin was giving me, for brief moments, more negative than positive thoughts about it - my eyes saw only water-blurred images of: "is that the forest we came out of", "my, the brilliance of the sun is much brighter within this place", "I’m about collapse right where I stand; I can't exactly see the rock beneath me so I'll kneel, as best I can, and hand-search for an acceptable place to sit and cross my legs", "I can't FEEL my legs", "I... (hohh)... can't... (huh-uh)... caaaaaatchhh... (hoh-ho-huhh)... m'... (ih-hih)... (ohh-hoih)...'y... BrEaTh (wohh-hoh-ohh-hih) ..........".
No longer able to semi-blindly search for a spot to sit, I fell off my haunches and called it "as-good-a-place-as-any". A momentary thought came to my mind of whether I would pass out or not, and I'm usually not inclined to be claustrophobic, but at that moment I was beginning to rethink much about myself that I had previously thought anyway, so any sort of phobia was, at that juncture, NOT out of the question.
My mind was racing.
I had to calm myself.
I had to settle down.
I had to think of "snips and snails, and puppy dog tails".
I had think of my mother's smiling face.
I had to remember two plus, f*ckin', 3, no 2 was... it's... 4...yes... 4's the answer..., I think.
What the hell did Captain Kirk want with a goddamned Tribble anyway?!!!
(Hih)... (huh-hohh)... (wah-hih).... I-HAVE-TO-CALM-THE-F*CK-DOOOWWN!!!
My sensei, what did he say, what am I supposed to do?!!!
Find the center of your universe, bring your own heat from within your own center. Imagine it enveloping you; a bubble that gradually grows, expanding, until it encases all of your being. Within your "bubble", you are warm. Within your "bubble", you block out all that is not wanted in your reality. Within your "bubble", you are at peace.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!
"My breath; it's getting more regular. My chest; it's not about to explode - it's not about to implode."
My bubble is enveloping me.
"My mind is slowing down (hih hohh). My mother has a beautiful smile (hih). My muscles are relaxing. The water..., I it's not roaring anymore. Music? Where is that celestial music coming from (my sensei brought a cassette tape of Asian meditative instrumental)? The music's in here with me; it is of me. I am music. I am water. I am warm... I am at peace. I-don't-have-to-escape-anymore...."
"I am nothing but musical water now. My hands! They are of the water. Are they rising? Are they raising themselves? Wait; it's my body. Its my whole body. All of my body, made of this water and one with it, is RISING. AM-I-LEVITATING-UP-THROUGH-THIS-FALLING-WATER?!!! This is where I want to BE. I want to stay here in this water world of heavenly music...."
When you feel that you don't have to escape anymore, it is time for you to leave.
"I guess that it's time for me to go. I don't want to go..., but it's time."
I opened my eyes, the cacophonous roar of water flooded my ears again, the music that I heard was no more, but I saw the brightest sunshine, I saw the forest and it didn't seem to be as watered over as it did before. When I stood, though it took some effort, I achieved a coordinated balance of sorts. When I walked towards whence I came, across the smooth, solid rock, I did so a changed man.
When I had emerged from the wall of water, my fellow dojo members said that I had been in "the wall" for about twenty minutes. After hearing that, I had to be alone. I had to absorb what I had just experience. I had to have a few moments to myself to realize that I had just experienced something that I had previously always wanted to experience, but couldn't name. That is until I came from within the wall of water which was of me, sat down on rock which was of me, gazed across a pond of water which was of me, saw the forest which was of me, and felt the warmth of mid-morning sun which was of me. Though our lesson was about mentally having control over our physical selves, I was then finally able to know its name: "One". I was one with not only nature on Earth, but one with the universe myself (not just “itself“).

Writing this brought it all back to me; I know what God is..., GOD IS EVERYTHING.

Before the morning meditation on Pinnacle Mountain, before the talk that my sensei had with us about human potential, before the walk of fire, before the freezing waterfall, before my personal life changing experience I saw this amazing human, Dr. Richard McCall, perform telekinesis.

Dr. McCall had a simple bell jar. This bell jar was one foot tall and 8 inches in diameter. In it, he placed a silk butterfly, hanging by a string from a suction cup attached to the inside top of it. The butterfly was suspended inside the jar, in the air, about six inches from the base of the jar. Richard placed the contraption on a shelf in his downtown office (he's a psychologist by profession) where he regularly sees his clients. his reason for putting it in his office was that he wanted to familiarize himself with it; *become its friend* so to speak.
He would see his butterfly friend periodically throughout his days at work and say, "hi" to it, express positive thoughts towards it, etc..
McCall believes in the Samurai's concept of "ki". An abstract force that we all have, yet most us can't seem to tap into. This ki is a force that the Samurai would use in their daily life, but most importantly, it used for purposes of combat. Perhaps you've seen people break six concrete brinks with the strike of their hand, it is the force of ki, some call it "chi", that enables them to do this brick splitting. (It's interesting to note that when this brick splitting is caught on film and played back in slow motion, the initial crack starts at the base of the bottom brick.)
The good Dr., encouraged us to practice our own ki daily by doing things like: before actually pushing partly ajar doors completely open with our hand, first place our hand a couple of inches from the door, and without actually touching it, "will" it to open further. According to him, simple exercises such as willing doors to open will get you closer to the point of actually be able to do it.
One morning, in the wee hours, Dr. McCall was in his office, sitting in his chair behind the desk reading. He was getting tired and looked from his book to a pencil on his desk top, and knew then and there that if he *willed* that pencil to move, it would. He willed it to move; it moved. It rolled only a few inches, but as you can imagine this greatly excited the man. He knew that it was time, approximately 3 weeks after having made his bell jar contraption, to move his butterfly.
The night that I saw my sensei telekinetically spin that silk butterfly around to look at me was the night before our Musogi started on the morning of climbing Pinnical Mountain. We dojo members, sitting on the dojo floor, gathered 'round a stand that had Richard's bell jar on it as it's center piece. We all had just inspected the stand and agreed that there was no way that there was any sort chicanery going on here.
We finished discussing our plans for the Musogi and prepared ourselves, with baited breath, for the main event. Dr. McCall was wearing a short sleeved shirt (nothing up his sleeve). He approached the bell jar. He positioned one his hands on the left side of it and one hand on the right side of it, but he did not touch the jar. He kept his hands about four inches away from the bell jar on either side of it.
After positioning his hands, he paused as if to focus, then he spasmodically jerked his hands, not moving them much, as if he were trying spin a horizontal steering wheel counter-clockwise... nothing happened. He stepped away for a minute, like he was gathering his thoughts, or perhaps getting rid of the white noise of his thoughts, and then came back to the task at hand. We students were so quiet that you could've heard a pin drop and hit the floor, and the dojo floor was carpeted.
McCall once again employed his jerking hand movements around the jar... the butterfly moved. It only spun about an 8th of turn or so, but it moved. He knew that he had his ki working, so he jerked again... the silk butterfly did a quarter turn this next time and then it went back to its original starting point. Finally, he jerked again, the biggest jerk of his hands that he had done yet and the little butterfly, doing an about face to him, turned around and looked at me... and Dr. McCall held it there, for a space of about 5 seconds, then he let it go and it went back to facing him.
We were stunned; we were speechless. That remarkable man then invited two of the other students to place their hands between his hands and the bell jar to see if said students could feel his ki when he spun the butterfly. The students agreed to and when the butterfly spun, they were dumbfounded... they could actually feel it.

The above that I have related to you is a true story. I have a semi-photographic memory, hence the 4.0 GPA I made in college, and I therefore recall things very well; unmarred, I assure you, by any sort of fantasy. I have purposefully named the exact places where these events took place so that you may verify them if you feel the need. I personally think that Dr. Richard McCall would be a fantastic guest on Coast to Coast AM. He has a book published (and maybe another one by now), it's title is "Living the Martial Way" by Dr. Richard McCall. He also hosts Musogis (retreats), that are much like what I have described to you in the above testimony, for business type people who need to conquer their fears, have more mental power over their physical selves, and learn to concentrate more and believe in themselves, in other words, *get an edge over their peers in the world of business*.

I sincerely thank you for taking the time to read about a past experience of mine,
truett

"You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one...."

This post was edited by TerrasHelm on Feb 17, 2003.

Pardon me, but I misquoted Dr. McCall's book (brain fart). It's not "Living the Martial Way", which was a book that I had to read to be a part of the dojo. Dr. McCall's book is "The Way of the Warrior-Trader". My mistake; please forgive me.

"You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one...."

My question to these postings are simple - why is there no true "bible" of telekinetics...and such? If that is TRUE and your theory is correct, how come we have nothing going back to ... say ... the Zoroaster era?

Oh... this post is going to take awhile...

If a particular asteroid was on a collision path towards Earth, and it was large enough that its impact would destroy life on this planet as we know it (much like the current thinking of what happened sixty-five million years ago when the dinosaurs perished), do you think that the government would tell us?

Unlikely. Why? Quite simply the sky is huge... the government funded sources only monitor a tiny fraction. Most reports of unknown objects are done by amatures - not by the professionals. It is more than likely that an asteroid that was big enough to be a planet killer and on a collision course would be spotted by an amature before a professional - hence the possibility of keeping such a thing quiet is not likely.

No. Many Earth-Humans would then have to question their religious beliefs (of which religion is only a *theory*, correct me if I'm wrong) and there would perhaps be massive change to all that we once believed and therefore chaos might well result and extinguish what little sense of order we have and are still trying to cling to. We as a nation/world would not go to work the next day.

Frankly I don't see this being so. Religion has stubbornly survived science - I doubt seeing little green men would persuade Christains or any other group to suddenly explode their heads in shock.
Panic would ensue for different reasons - a far more basic human instinct of fear.
Either way it doesn't matter. Most UFO sightings are mundane or inconclusive.

The ideals that many people live by would be shattered. We as a nation/world would not go to church the next day, and probably wouldn't show up for work for at least a couple of weeks.

It would just bugger the Catholic church - pleanty of people wouldn't give a crap.

I for one would go 'meh' and go on, most of the population of this country wouldn't give a crap... you can't unilaterally apply Catholicism ironically.

And I haven't EVER been to Catholic Church, and the last time I was in a CofE was when I was 12.

The idea of a world conspiracy is quite laughable - how people can persistantly say such things after the quite clear division the Iraqi war produced - there was a clear and basic division where some countries decided the best way to make money was to be on the US side and some other countries decided the best way to make money was to be against the US. The idea that someone behind the scenes is pulling all the strings is silly - but of course, conspiracy theorists just say all this is for show or something and it's hard to say anything against someone for whom every action is part of a master plan.

Undoubtably there's more than what is simply at face value but a world conspiracy requires some degree of competences which, frankly, is not present in most governments.

Now - psychic powers.

Out of the vast array of people who claim to be psychics in the US not a single individual has been willing to undergo experiments in a strictly controlled environment to verify their powers and claim $1,000,000 that has been put up for grabs.

Psychic powers have no biological mechanisms. The idea of psychic powers is pure mythology. You assert you have seen telekenisis - I assert there is no mechanism to allow a human to perform this. I assert without context such a claim is merely talk.

What do you base your assertions on? How to you explain the abilities? What are you claiming precisely?

Inevitably scrutiny of psychics leads to the conclusion that they are not.

I believe that it is entirely possible that a human has the potential to realize the tetradimensional nature of our existance, but I'm not sure that such knowledge could be implemented in youth.

It seems that such an enlightenment would need to be attained by a complete understanding of existance, whereas the only effective way to teach kids en masse would be through rote learning, which would be useless. To attain a higher level of consciousness, I believe that one must reflect on existance through the perspective of an absolute, unconditional love of all that exists. I know this sounds weird; we all have things that we don't like, or even hate. What I mean is that you must love everything in that it exists: anything you see, the things you sense, are proof that you are here, that you exist. Meditation through this perspective, love, is the quickest path towards an enlightened being.

I'll believe in anything if you'll just believe in anything

I've read most of the comments that have been made, all bar that very long entry which I will return to later. But I still feel the need to ask the question; what's the point of having these powers?

I mean, if it is a mental power there will no doubt be people who are better at psychic activities than others. Could you ever feel truly comfortable if you knew your partner had physic powers? Wouldn't the emergence of a group of people with such powers implant fear into the general populace? What would YOU use your powers for - seriously think about it and be honest, what would you use your powers for?

Ok, so I realise that this is a theroetically xenophopic view but I think its short sighted to think that people would be accepted, they wouldnt. People fear what they dont know, and while I would love to have scuh powers, I'd hate to know that others had them while I didn't.

Be advised that the weapon in your hand represents considerable power, the power to take or save a l

Ok, so I realise that this is a theroetically xenophopic view but I think its short sighted to think that people would be accepted, they wouldnt. People fear what they dont know, and while I would love to have scuh powers, I'd hate to know that others had them while I didn't.

And who says that not all people have psychic powers?

Perhaps these powers are the end results of a special learning process.

Perhaps they are the means to an end, an evolution of the mindset of mankind?

If the former is true, then there would be no jealousy, excluding the morons who are jealous of things they've done nothing to earn themselves. If the latter is true, then it's entirely likely that such powers would be met with fear.
Change involves something new. Anything new is feared by man.
Anything man fears, he hates.

I'll believe in anything if you'll just believe in anything

And who says that not all people have psychic powers?

Me. I say no one has psychic powers.