CHAPTER 6        

As a young schoolgirl I was taught to believe that we all had a guardian angel. It was not until I had a very close shave with another vehicle many years ago, not long after I obtained my license, that I sought out the help of such a being but chose to select my own. I have since the age of nineteen been a great fan of Elvis Presley and remembering that he played the part of a racing driver in one of his movies I called upon him to take over and teach me how to drive. As Elvis had passed away by the time of my near accident it was not an impossible request. I had for many years after the death of my late father-in-law, who had been an Accountant, called on him for help when I was experiencing difficulties with many of the large financial reconciliation's I would be working on. Since calling on Elvis for assistance in my driving I am happy to say that to this day I am more alert as a driver and to date have avoided any major collisions.

My involvement with the spiritual world has been varied.

When I was pregnant with my third child I woke up one night to see a small girl of a about five years old dressed in a white nightdress with a candle in her hand standing at the end of my side of the bed. She then proceeded to walk right up to me before her image disappeared. The next morning I announced we were going to have a girl - I had already given birth to two boys - and yes I did. I was not shaken by this vision but I must admit the father of my soon to be born daughter was.

There are those who might interpret the visit by the small child as a prelude to an act of re-incarnation, however, as I have already said previously I do not follow that line of thought but prefer to accept her appearance as a message, that message being I would give birth to a baby girl.

During my lifetime I have on several occasions been the last person to speak to someone before they have died so I am not phased when the spirits of those I have known while they lived on earth choose to visit me.

When my girlfriend of childhood years visited me from New Zealand where we were both born and grew up together - not only attending the same school but also entered in the same baby competitions - my friend came first - I came second ( an occurrence that also seemed to happen whenever we sat for school exams) I spoke with her of her mothers death and was able to relate to her the exact time and day it took place. (I had not known the precise details from either previous correspondence or telephone conversations with my friend, regarding her intended trip to Australia, but had had a visit from the spirit of her mother one night and was curious to confirm if the spiritual meeting I had experienced coincided with the actual death of her mother.)

Apart from some impromptu séances I have never sought to deliberately speak with the dead or call upon their spirits to visit me. I would not class myself as a medium nor have I ever had any inclination to become a member of any spiritual sect.

I shall not endeavor to write of all of my experiences but would like to share with you one that was very vivid and is still as clear to me to this day as when it took place.

During my late thirties I became friendly with a beautiful young girl where I was employed. We became good friends and my children adored her. However, her life was to be short as she was diagnosed as having cervical cancer. I spent many weeks visiting her at the various hospitals she was admitted to and because her family lived in the country and did not visit her the nursing staff assumed I was her mother. When she passed away they rang me to say that they would have her laid out for me and for me to come to the hospital.

As her family chose to have her cremated I did not attend her funeral. I am not a believer in cremation and also could not bring myself to witness such an event.

Some weeks after her death I awoke to see her spirit lying beside me - she was clutching one of the teddy bears that used to adorn her bed. Now, attending her needs during her illness had been very demanding and I knew that I could do no more for her, so, I picked her up and passed her completely over me and put her on the floor beside the bed and said "No ....... I can no longer help you - you have to leave me be." I know this incident may sound harsh to some but I instinctively knew that I had to be in control of the situation and the best help I could give her was to say a prayer for her. I offered a ‘Hail Mary’ for her and immediately felt resolved of any further obligation.

Among one of my favorite encounters with the other side was when a very good friend of mine, who died at the age of 21 of a heart attack, visited me in a dream and took me by the hand and showed me Heaven. The beauty of it was such that there are times when I am out driving in the country that I can’t help hope that I might find it here on earth.

Once when I got very close to finding such a place I was quickly disillusioned by the scattered rubbish left behind by those who had been there before me.

I always dream every night or whenever I sleep and some dreams are very vivid. One such dream I could hear a large gathering of people having what I would describe as a picnic on the front lawn of the house I was living in. I could hear them running up and down the side of the house laughing and shouting, their sounds indicating they were having a good time. I have since concluded that years before the suburb where I lived was developed for the purpose of housing, the land had been either a favorite picnic area or part of the sacred ground the Australian Aboriginals speak of.

I have experienced many disturbed periods of sleep by unknown spirits trying to invade my bed or the space surrounding it. I have learnt to banish them while sleeping but must admit it took years of practice to accomplish this.

To believe that there is no afterlife, a belief held firmly by the skeptics, would rob me of my journeys with the unknown and pass them off as mere hallucinations. To pronounce upon my passing to the other side my spirit as null and void would mock my very existence and the soul I acquired at birth.

In the stillness of the moment does not the breath of wind we feel when facing the next crossroad of our lives urge us towards the direction we should take? Does the soaring of a star across the room you are sitting in, while quietly meditating on the events of your day, have to be passed off as a mere flight of fancy? If you have felt the wind like I have and experienced the guidance of your own special star then I would have to say that you too are in tune with the ethereal beauty that radiates from ‘All things Bright and Spiritual’.

I am often asked how old am I and when was I born? My favorite reply is that I was born ten thousand years ago and then ask the enquirer have they read the story of The Wandering Jew - if they have I then add "I am his sister!".

  CHAPTER 7

‘CAN WE DARE BELIEVE?’     Chapter 8  Chapter 7

Encouragement is the key to confidence Rose C Taylor - 1973

The ideas and theories expressed in my book would have Darwin turning in his grave. Scientists would view my expressions as sheer fantasy claiming such a book belonged on the shelves of Science Fiction while the Church would denounce all that I have dared to write as heresy.

My own mother would have had a few turns in her grave but had we lived over a hundred years ago we would have both been burnt at the stake. Me for my questioning of the beginnings of life and her for practicing fortune telling. Yes in her own right my mother was a much sought after and believed fortune teller. Could not a story teller like me be one in the same thing?

(Although I personally have never practiced the art of fortune telling nor for that matter had my fortune told - my mother would never read mine or those of my brothers and sister - I do believe that it supplies a need for those who believe in it. My only complaint is when persons of questionable character purport to be experts on the subject which in time because of their charlatan habits leads to the profession being given a bad name.)

The purpose behind any story is to not only create mystery and suspense but allow us to be taken on a flight of fantasy that will eventually have us caught up in the chase and excitement of the plot. By extending our imaginations we weave ourselves into the roles of the hero or heroine. Some of us might feel the urge to reconstruct parts of the story. Our reasons may vary for wanting this change, believing in it is often a major factor, but deep down we know the author’s original work measures up to his expectations. Many others are comfortable with what they are reading and are quite content to accept it as written. The common thread between these lines and what I have written is not whether my story is believable but whether it compels the reader to want to explore its theories and in doing so perhaps help acknowledge that it could be plausible that the events arising from these theories, and that which I have felt compelled to write about, may well have taken place.

Those of us that are born deaf, dumb and blind from the time of our birth are reliant on those of us with these senses to relate to them how we experience the world through sight and sound. They learn from us and come to believe in what we relay to them. Believing what we relate without being able to see or hear for themselves is a natural acceptance for them as daylight is to us. Is it unnatural then for any author to ask that these same rules be applied when reading his story? In my case can I dare to ask the reader to believe that our world was once visited by Aliens and during that period of time they lived and toiled side by side with man?

If it were possible to travel back in time to the dark ages would we be hard put convincing those who we met up with that we had traveled via a time machine? When we related to them modern man’s ability to reach the moon and explore other planets around us through the means of satellites would they dismiss our story as sheer fantasy? Perhaps not, for if the time chosen by our time machine took us back to the era of when the Aliens were in reality already settled on earth, then the result in fact might well be that we find ourselves communicating with them.

We may not be able to travel back in time but we can allow ourselves to explore the idea that man may well have been joined by a race of people who aided him during part of his journey through life.

By permitting such an event to be part of the equation are we not more easily able to comprehend many of the remarkable developments man has contributed towards the making of civilisation as we see it today?

As the author of this story I sincerely hope that I am not alone in attributing this theory as part of the history of man.

  CHAPTER 8  Chapter 8

‘CONCLUSIONS’

The world of illusions is full of conclusions - Rose C Taylor 1973  

Back around 1966, when I was in my late twenties, I was about to get into bed one night when, in the split of a second, I had, what I can only describe as an insight to the true understanding of life. I can remember saying to myself "so that is how it works". As quick as it came it went and I have never sensed that kind of experience since. I can live with that. I can also be optimistic that one day I will grasp the fuller meaning as to what it was I encountered all those years ago.

As previously mentioned in chapter 4 on the subject of Astral Travel I have always been fascinated with time travel, and have experienced with my car the slowing down of time which happens as I was to learn - some time after my experiments - to jets as they come in to land.

When we speak of time we are in fact referring to a man made measurement of the distance between the rising and setting of the sun. It is here that I would refer you to Chapter 2 Aliens/Man where I explain how the Aliens introduced to man their ways of measuring the length of a day and a night. From these observations we can begin to understand how time became a man made measurement.

Although we cannot turn back time we can make it stand still. When I am listening to my favorite records and become totally engrossed in the music, I am unaware of all that is around me. I am so completely absorbed by what I am hearing that when the record comes to an end I am surprised to find that what seemed to me an eternity of musical bliss was in fact only a duration of a few short minutes.

The world is made up of several time zones and here in Australia, during daylight saving, some of our states operate under different hours to the one I live in. One of the longest days in my life was when I was traveling across the Nullabor during daylight saving. As Western Australia does not observe daylight saving, but is by Eastern Standard Time two hours behind Victoria, I thought the day would never end.

Time is an equation of events that have been occurring since the world began to evolve. The presence of man on earth assured the absolute happening of future events which would eventually lead him into the twenty first century.

Another fascination of mine has been numbers. Again before I was made aware that there was such a thing as numerology I was discovering the ways of numbers and the part they played in my life.

Has all of this been my participation in the great communication of Astral Travel.? I guess I shall have to say yes in view of the many other events in my life that I can attribute to it.

Although the science of Astrology is not spiritual in the sense of the word some might argue otherwise. The reading of what the stars have to say in our daily papers is a common practice among its readers. In times past no respectable Monarch would have commenced his business of the day without first consulting his court Astrologer. Those involved in the profession spend many hours preparing natal charts for their clients. I have not sought to have such a chart prepared but do read the Astrology column in the daily newspaper whenever I happen to have one on hand. An interesting experiment I carried out many years ago when on a visit back home to my place of birth, Dunedin, New Zealand, saw me looking up the day I was born in the daily newspaper. I was able to compile, from many of the events and news reported for that day in April so many years ago, quite a comprehensive list of coincidences that had occurred in my life so far.

The two I remember most related to golf and horses. One of my brothers back then was very involved in golf and in time became the President of his local Golf Club. The same brother also owned several champion race horses at the time of my compiling the list.

I found it to be an interesting and fascinating experiment and suggest that if you ever find yourself with a free afternoon and at loss for something to do, take a trip to the local library, if you can, of the city you were born in and head for the archives that hold copies of past editions of the daily newspapers. When you find the day you were born and start to summarise the events and news of that day I promise you you will not be disappointed.

Although there is no hidden mystery in numbers there are those that refer to the number thirteen as being unlucky, however, when the hardened gambler calls on lady luck for those magical sevens it would appear he is repeating a ritual that has been carried out for centuries.

My association with the number 4 has always been in relation to money matters and the number 5 forming part of the address of a building or a residence will help maintain a peaceful and harmonious environment in which to either work or live in.

In all my chapters I have spoken of many of the possibilities of life and how man has arrived at his time here on earth.

We all have our own thoughts and feelings with regard to the meaning of life I just feel very strongly that there are answers in our everyday lives if we care to take notice of the many paths we take. Intuition can be a very powerful aid in helping us reach the right decisions and if acted on wisely can often bring about the realisation of our dreams and aspirations.

We are all here for a purpose. Fulfilling that purpose is what we spend most of our lives trying to achieve.

Since his inception man has contributed, through conscious thought, the ongoing progress of bettering his environment. His struggles and efforts to ensure his survival are well documented in the pages of history. However, it is man’s unspoken and unconscious thoughts that intrigue me. Like the millions of various frequency waves that provide us with our present day forms of communication we too emit millions of thought waves thereby forming a bank of creative data compiled of ideas waiting for the next step to be taken. These thought waves have always been part of man’s make up and without them his journey through life would not have been able to commence. The Aliens would have been well aware of the importance of thought waves and they would have relied on them to guide them to our planet.

Making sense of a thought wave does not have to be difficult. We can often see the result of an idea, not openly expressed by us nor acted upon, realised. We may not have been given the due credit but our unspoken thought has been fulfilled in the way nature planned. Some may refer to it as a ‘sixth sense’, intuition’ or a mere coincidence but closer study of the many thoughts we have do in time become a reality.

It is an interesting observation and one that will have you becoming more aware of its probabilities as you start to associate your own unspoken thoughts with events taking place around you.

The End

Rose C Taylor