For the past two Blogs, not counting the one on Noxious Species, Spirit through me have been answering questions of a regular reader. They were extremely intelligent and deeply meaningful in nature and from my standpoint, difficult for me to answer. And there are more to come.
This brings me to a self explanation: How do I deal with information that passes from my lips that make absolutely no sense to me, yet is so profound as to be something I could never dismiss.
Such is the case with the Split Soul System Spirit passed on in part as an answer to said questions.
I have mentioned in previous Blogs that I have had a very hard young life because of this phenomena, where in school I received six of the best for daring to tell a teacher that he was wrong when he made the claim that nuclear energy would be the mainstay of electrical generation in Australia for the next twenty years or so. I was right, he was wrong and I was left humiliated for my efforts.
The worst however was being the eldest of nine children whose father, limited in many ways, was unable to perceive that his son was an oracle and simply a deliverer of Messages passed on through him.
Now in my seventies and no longer answerable to anyone other than Those I unquestioningly trust in Spirit, I see how difficult it would have been, not just for me, but the many who were gifted in such a way without the full understanding of those around them.
To be called a liar on a regular basis, not just at home but at school, in groups and in work environments was bad enough but to be called a follower of Satan and the anti Christ by those in religious organizations who should have know better, was by far the most soul destroying.
Not all of those in religious orders were necessarily so blind. One Franciscan Priest I will call Fr. Bob was not only the exception, he was my savior in so many ways.
It was in the mid seventies and I was beginning to recognise that my mouth had a mind of it’s own. Why did I laugh at my own jokes, particularly the ones that had others laughing hysterically? The answer is simple: I had never heard, or ever thought of that answer or joke before.
This started me on my search for answers in an area no decent Christian should go: The area of the Occult.
A chance encounter with someone at a place of work at the time had me visiting a Beginner’s Circle at a very large Spiritualist Centre in the outer suburbs of Sydney. It was there that I first encountered extremely gifted psychics, clairvoyants and mediums, many of them professing their love and belief in Jesus and what he taught.
Totally confused after this encounter, I visited my local priest who, totally horrified that I’d even visited the Spiritualists, suggested I visit the Franciscans. It was here I met Fr. Bob.
He was a very large man, not unlike the famous Franciscan Friar Tuck of the Robyn Hood story.
Fr. Bob was an extraordinary man, and more so being a priest. Not only did he listen intently to what I had to say, and to what I had encountered, he also divulged his own interest in such practices having studied it as part of his theology degree.
So keen was he in the beginner’s group that he asked that I take him with me next time.
The following Tuesday I picked him up from the Friary and took him to the Spiritualist Circle.
Suffice to say that he made no derogatory remark to me of what he witnessed that night and instead said he couldn’t see any thing that they were doing that seriously opposed Christian teachings.
It was this ‘permission’, that really wasn’t permission, which gave me a feeling that research wasn’t a bad thing and in fact wasn’t much different to what the priest himself had been doing.
And so it started, that journey from my Catholicism to the closeness and Oneness I have with the same Power, or Entity, I believed in those Catholic days.
Had it not been for a need for Truth, purity of Truth, that continued on in my consciousness long after most had dropped their belief or faith, I would not be here sharing with you what that Oneness wishes to share with all who continue to search, no matter how difficult the journey. Pete
On The Light Path, The Road Forward 
Thanks for sharing this experience. I can resonate with “wanting to find permission”. Often doubt and guilt set into my mind when exploring different spiritual perspectives, like the ones on this site. I feel as if though I turn my back on the scriptures I grew up with, and that the wisdom is all there, so why should I be looking elsewhere? Do they even agree? But the same principles found in scripture are the ones I recognised at places like here and hence why I was attracted. Ironically, in the scripture, we are also told ‘on meeting a saint, talk to him and listen’. This gave me more conviction to explore, and courage to ask questions too. But it has also reignited interest in the scripture I felt I had left behind, and has given me a completely new understanding of it. Coincidentally and recently, I have come across what I would consider to be great sources of wisdom which I never would’ve engaged with before. Again, it is the same message I recognise which brings me to them. It gives me hope in a way too, that there does exist a universal message and truth, and it is attainable no matter the faith, culture or background. Though the paths may look different, they seem to take you to the same place. This is just what I think so far, do correct me where I’m wrong. Again, thank you for the work you do on this blog, I really enjoy reading your own experiences.
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I have a friend that I met in 1997 who is gifted psychically and spiritually. He and I could rarely agree on the same ‘journey’s end’. It was many years later that I realised that a person, climbing a mountain, can never share the experience with a person sailing the sea. By that I mean we were, and are, on totally different planes of learning. Neither are right and neither are wrong, just different. However, had he sacrificed his sea journey and joined me on my mountain one, he wouldn’t have experienced and learnt what he has so far. And of course the same applies to me.
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But wouldn’t the journey’s end be to merge with the Creator? Or at least strive in that direction, even if the journeys themselves are different?
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The ‘journey’s end’ I was referring to was our current lives, not the total ‘end journey’.
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