Amazing Grace – Acknowledgements and Introduction

 

Acknowledgments

 

Thanks to Kristine Rosemary for “ironing” the text.
Any reader who finds the book readable and enjoyable ought to thank Kristine also.
Thanks to Donna for hauling Kristine and me out of the pit of grammatical and copy errors.
Thanks to Jonathan Metcalfe for the beautiful artwork on the cover.
Thanks to my son, Jason, for the graphic design of the cover.
Thanks to my girls, Amelia and Arielle, for running the house while Mommy was writing.
And most of all, thanks to my Ark for being my ark.

Dedication

 

For my husband Arkadiusz, who gave me the strength to BE.

For my children: Aletheia, Arianna, Jason, Amelia and Arielle who gave me the will to Be,
and for whom I made the choice to BE.  If I can do it, so can they.

For my beloved grandparents who protected me, and most especially my grandmother.
She loved me as I was; and because of her, I had faith that I could BE.

 

The Lost Love

 

She dwelt among untrodden ways

Beside the springs of Dove;

A maid whom there were none to praise,

And very few to love.

A violet by a mossy stone

Half-hidden from the eye!

Fair as a star, when only one

Is shining in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know

When Lucy ceased to be:

But she is in her grave, and O!

The difference to me!

William Wordsworth

 

Introduction

 

There are, at present, fundamental problems in theoretical physics … the solution of which … will presumably require a more drastic revision of our fundamental concepts than any that have gone before.  Quite likely, these changes will be so great that it will be beyond the power of human intelligence to get the necessary new ideas by direct attempts to formulate the experimental data in mathematical terms.  The theoretical worker in the future will, therefore, have to proceed in a more direct way.  Paul Dirac

 

I grew up in the deepest South, the Gulf Coast of Florida, and our family history here goes back over a century before my birth.  The old tintypes and yellowed photographs of our ancestors were displayed proudly by my grandparents.  Everywhere we went, there were places that “used to be” like this or that, where some memorable event occurred in the days when horses and buggies were the only means of transportation.  There was a sense of belonging here.

And as I grew up, sheltered within the vibrant green canopy of my grandparents’ farm, sheltered in its turn within a primeval landscape, a time that has now passed by forever became my own home and held my own history.

With almost inexpressible poignancy, I think back to cruising Florida coast roads during endless summer nights, driving down the center line on two-lane blacktop in my brother’s ’57 Chevy with the top down; our headlights were the only lights in the onrushing wind and darkness.  We drove on, enchanted by this salty and balmy air, the fields of brilliant stars above us, nothing on either side of the road for miles but salt marsh and the Gulf of Mexico in the distance.

This fragile time was not to last.  The northern developers came down and bought up the land in a dispossession of the old homes of so many people.  Our original family home is gone with that time, when the world seemed simpler and the constellations shining above our heads were the only lights in the velvet blackness of the night.

This is the beginning of my story, and how the Cassiopaeans came to be a part of my life.  Their channeled messages, based on the concept that Knowledge Protects and Ignorance Endangers, have drawn the attention of intellectually advanced, yet spiritually hungry people from all over the world.  The Cassiopaeans came to initiate me into the realm of self-knowledge and cosmic truth only after a long and arduous struggle to comprehend the deeper realities of the world around us, and only after I asked – repeatedly and fervently.

I’ve spent much of my life trying to find reasonable explanations for complex and mysterious events, struggling to fit my experiences into ordinary life, shoving my own observations under the rug of the mundane world.  Once the veil of that matrix illusion has been pulled back and we see a glimpse of truth, there’s no choice but to tear it away completely and expose all.

I had been relegated to the “quiet corner” of marginalization all my life.  My feelings of self-worth had been repeatedly savaged with every “anomalous experience” I had shared with the people in my life most important to me.  There’s nothing more devastating than to realize there’s no one with whom you can share all, and by whom you can feel valued no matter what you think, do or say.  And to have this arena of my life and experiences fenced off from revelation, for the simple reason that it may be considered trivial, abnormal or even sinful, is devastating to the soul.

Like many, many people, I never asked for strange things to happen in my life.  I most definitely fought a losing battle to pretend they weren’t happening.  How many other people in the world had suffered because their deep realities had been ridiculed?  At the most extreme end are people considered insane because their perceptions are different.  But there are also vast numbers of people who have had many odd experiences who are afraid to speak of them, who hold them close inside, wondering daily if they’re losing their minds, or perhaps even whether they are being subjected to some sort of demonic torment.

The story of the reality of spirit, of the play of forces that exist as a subtext to the lives of all human beings, can be told as a journey toward knowledge and understanding.  My search for the existence of truth about our reality forced me to recognize the validity of perceptions beyond those of materialism.  I learned to challenge my own beliefs and suffer the agony of surrendering my own dearly held reality constructs.

My life may be deeply rooted in one geographic location, but my work has led me to friends across the world.  And ultimately, it led my husband Ark, a theoretical-mathematical physicist, to join me in a new venture to discover the underlying fusion between science and mysticism.

Ark was born in Poland and spent his academic life at big accelerators, universities and research centers.  In Wroclaw, Poland, he created the Division of Nonlinear Dynamics and Complex Systems, the new domain of physics that came into being after the computer revolution enabled him and his colleagues to attack the problems of “self-organization,” the reason for order that we see in the universe without and the universe within.

Recently we watched the wildly popular film, The Matrix, on the recommendation of our teen-aged son.  He declared to us that it was a “totally awesome metaphor” for all the information we had been receiving from the Cassiopaeans, as well as the work we have been doing in both theoretical and practical ways.  Naturally, we were skeptical that such a young person could really grasp the nature of our work and our thinking, but we were surprised to discover just how accurate his description was.

The experience of viewing this film was, to put it mildly, stunning.  It is one thing to be thinking certain things and to be working in those directions with real physics and math, and another to see a presentation of so accurate an analogy that even a high-school student could appreciate its subtleties.

There were, of course, some slight variations in the presentation, but overall, it was so startlingly close to our own speculations – including the most amazing reference to “déjà vu” as a “change in the program” (for us, evidence of a time-loop), that we were left with our mouths hanging open.

The major analogy of the movie was that the “real now” was a control system that produced a “programmed dream of reality” experienced by those “trapped in the Matrix.”  The Matrix Reality was based on the way things were in the past, before a terrible event had occurred to destroy the World-That-Was. After that cataclysmic event, everything came under the control of computers which had become sentient and needed to utilize human beings as “power sources,” or “food.”

The difference between that view and our own was that we were proposing a theoretical para-physical realm as another layer in the structure of space-time from which our own reality is projected, looping over and over again in endless variations.  This para-physical reality is inhabited by beings of both positive and negative polarity who have “graduated” from our reality. Not necessarily in the sense of “dying” and going to a strictly ethereal realm, as many seekers into metaphysical truths have attempted to understand this concept. These beings exist, effectively, in a world of the future that creates our present by projecting itself into the past.  But if we think about the future in terms of probable futures, or branching universes, then what we do now, whether we wake up from the Matrix or not, determines what kind of future we will experience, individually and collectively.

These were the very ideas that were presented to us from the contact with the Cassiopaeans, who have told us: “We transmit through the opening that is presented in the locator that you represent as Cassiopaea, due to the strong radio pulses aligned from Cassiopaea, which are due to a pulsar from a neutron star 300 light years behind it, as seen from your locator.  This facilitates a clear channel transmission from 6th level reality to 3rd level reality.”

But that was to come later, and I am getting ahead of myself.

This is the story of the beginning of my search.  I am telling not only the story of my own experiences, but the greater story of the potential that exists in every woman and man.  We have the potential to discover the genuine existence of spirit and the play of the archetypal forces in our world, and to connect with them in a dynamic way.  Amazing Grace can become an immediate reality in our lives and in our hearts.

 Continue to Chapter 1: The Face At The Window