Gordon Phinn	John Mack

Contacts 1 & 2

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October 15 2004 18:10:11

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John Mack: Notes - Oct 1/2004

I move, backwards in time by intent, to JM's immediate post mortem location. He is standing beside his prone body. I say hello and ask him how he's doing. Surprisingly well is his answer. Have we met before he asks, perhaps at some conference. The response of someone who has attended many gatherings over the years and met many people who he can only vaguely recall. We shake hands as I introduce myself. I tell him no, we have not had the pleasure. I know of his abductee work and have followed it with interest, including all the academic kerfuffle. Ah, that, he muses. Basically I'm a spiritualist and have come to assist his transition, if he so cares. He thanks me for my interest; it is very thoughtful of me. It seems appropriate given his lifelong care of, and interest in, others. The whole process is quite fascinating, he tells me. Observing your own death.

You're not upset then, I ask. No, not for himself; for others yes. It's more a puzzle than anything. I'm wondering if he subconsciously chose this exit, but do not comment. The process has him so fascinated, I don't think he's had time to emote, never mind work out which emotions he's feeling. I enjoy your scientific style detachment, I tell him, it's so unusual. Well a scientist he is, a detached observer and interpreter of human behavior. An old habit he can't give up. (seems amused by this) I apologize for stopping to take notes. He suggests I get a voice activated tape recorder. I reply that, yes, I've been advised of their usefulness in situations like this. (feel embarrassed as Bruce Moen told me this at least two years ago)

I tell him I'm an afterlife guide and that I can show him where to go from here.

Ah, you're an out of body traveler.

I comment that he's likely familiar with the process from talking to abductees. Yes, and their stories lead him to read up on the subject. He seems in no hurry to move on as yet. No panic, no anxiety. I can see me coming back in a couple of days.

I ask if he knew that the subject of his prize winning book, TE Lawrence was channeled in Jane Sherwood's "Post-Mortem Journal"?

No he did not know while he was writing the book, but found out much later. Of course, in his community such communication is frowned upon or completely derided. Considered very unreliable. But after his plunge into the abductee phenomenon, his bridges were half burned anyway.

I joke about channeling him.

Oh, so I'm going to publish? At least on the internet; it's what I do, does he mind?

No, not really, as long as it's not slanted to appear scandalous.

No, I assure him, it will be a bare bones report of his state of mind, his well being in this process of transition. So I've done others then? Oh yes, most recently Elizabeth Kubler-Ross.

So I'm in good company then?

Most certainly, I assure him. We laugh together.

So I'll leave him be for now, and maybe come back later and see how he's doing? What, I'm not going to take him to his place in heaven? Not right now I'm not. He's having way too much fun here. Fun of the scientific observer variety.

Will there be aliens about, he asks. Not unless you go looking for them, I shouldn't think. I can't tell if he's relieved or disappointed. I suggest that when he's more oriented in the afterlife, I, or someone else can show him where the alien intelligences hang out. The ones watching the earth changes. Until then, I'll get out of his face. He chuckles; we shake hands, I disappear.

Tuesday October 5, 10:00 am

So John, you've had an interesting couple of days?

That much time has gone by has it?

Four actually, it's now Tuesday morning in North America. Est.

Well I never would've guessed

Time flies when you're having fun, no?

He smiles, chuckles.

Seems to me like you're doing just fine. Lots of folks I work with are filled with anxiety about the road ahead, or even if there is a road ahead.

I guess I'm so fascinated with events unfolding from moment to moment that I haven't given what's coming up much thought. Plus it's obvious to me that consciousness continues after death. It's merely a matter of which from and expression it takes, and I'm quite happy to watch that process unfold.

How are your family members and friends coping? Have you been drawn to them?

Yes, of course, it's just as I read and suspected. Their emotional states have an overwhelming magnetic quality. Resistance, if I had any, which I don't, would be quite futile.

Did you find yourself able to contact and comfort them?

I certainly saw how empathy can be more of a risk than a help. One's being becomes swamped with another's grief. It's as if one is drowning.

Surely you learned the value of distancing when working with abductees.

Yes, of course, one balanced the need for sympathy with the need for some measure of objectivity. But with those near and dear the draw is that much more intense. Advice from guides certainly helped. Now I'm told the memorial service will be a challenge.

Souls are often amazed at the outpouring of love I find. Be ready to feel treasured ! (He seems a touch bashful) Have you enjoyed the traveling around?

Fascinating, as is the whole experience. One moves to the emotional needs of others, regardless of location. One is barely aware of distance, speed or location. One merely appears, interacts and moves on. Flying about, when one has the psychic space to appreciate it, is a wonderful thrill. Trees, for example, have the most beautiful emanations. Tell me, how did you get into this line of work?

To be honest, John, I suspect it was a priest's training in Ancient Egypt that started it, but that's only as far as I've traced it. I'm almost willing to bet Atlantis and Lemuria had some bearing on the situation. Maybe it's suffice to say I'm been a shaman type guy in many incarnations, and I rediscover my abilities afresh in each life. Of course, with a variety of cultural baggage to explain it.

Just as I suspected, an urban shaman.

Yup, I'm one of those new-age nutbars, and I come complete with all the jargon. You realize, don't you, that you can now ask TE Lawrence any question you want?

Oh, you think he's still around?

I'd be surprised if he wasn't. Want to check out the real afterlife? It won't take but a minute of your time.

Why is it, as you say, "real"?

Well, that's reality as defined by the human communities which exist there. You're in the borderland regions right now, neither here nor there. Every country has a counterpart on the astral plane filled with communities of various interest groups and religious denominations.

Do I have to go?

You don't have to do anything John; there is no coercion, no rules, at least not where I plan to take you.

After a little further discussion, I take JM's hand and whisk him up a level and move to a city. Lowest levels of cities are pretty grim, but he needs to see it. The up to the next two levels, each with its own inhabitants and attitudes. Then a fly over astral Rockies and down to astral Pacific ocean. All quite exciting. Then I tell him about focus 27, and how it's for free- thinking folks, the kind of have no overt dependence on any belief system. That's description seems to appeal, so we whisk to the Park, where I explain the set-up, and how he doesn't have to tell anyone he's John Mack from Harvard, he can just be any old John. That makes him smile. He certainly seems to enjoy the beauty of the place. I explain how, through imagery and intent, he can return to the earthplane and visit with his loved ones, and then, using the same process in reverse, come back here to f27. I also promise to return and show him f35, where the alien intelligences hang out. Our formal handshake turns into a hug and he says 'Thank you Gordon' as I make my exit.

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John E. Mack: Contact 3 & Comments

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October 15 2004 at 18:17:57

Friends, as you can see, contact 3 turns out to be as much about me as John. Not intended; just worked out that way. Sorry if it's irritating. Just before that, I was emailed by one M.T., colleague of John's 'here', who was contacted personally and was interested in what we do on this board. Apparently he's contacting people all over the world and wants it all put together somewhow. Fascinating, huh? --GP

Wednesday October 13/04 10:30am

In the interim, I have received an email account of John and Montgomery Keen "coming through" at a British séance, 'Monty' having made a splash in British new-age/spiritualist circles by coming through as promised very soon after his sudden and rapid transition. I have a hunch I briefly met Monty at the 1991 International Crop Circle Conference in England, but I briefly met so many there I could have him confused with someone else. I suspect John was greeted by Monty sometime between my first and second contact, but did not mention it out of deference to 'my' project. Plus I think he was just plain intrigued to see what everyone had in store for him.

On expressing intent for personal contact I meet him walking through an astral plane university campus, New England style. Graceful old stone buildings set amongst trees and gardens. Very Ivy League. Introduce myself and remind him of my name. He's still identified with earth plane style forgetfulness. When asked of his impressions so far, declares himself to be absolutely amazed. Can't get over his astonishment. That such a world should exist and most to live in ignorance of it strikes him as the greatest absurdity. He will be pondering the significance of it for years he thinks. I agree with him; it is a gap in understanding that deeply shocks all thinking souls. Why we exist mainly in ignorance of our spiritual heritage occupies the thoughts of many. And of course, theories abound. Repressed by organized religion is one favorite. A function of skeptical materialism is another. A challenge to overcome on the journey out of familial and tribal consciousness is another. A plot by the dark brothers, who may or may not be extraterrestrials bent on our psychic enslavement, is another. John chuckles at my list, as if perhaps he'd already touched them quietly but had refrained from expression. I advise him that the endless hypothesizing on the meaning of existence continues unabated here in the afterlife, at least amongst those who have seen through the pleasures of paradise.

I tell him his communication experience with Montague Keen has been posted on the internet. He knows. He found the experience fascinating. Especially after reading accounts of other-side communication in the spiritualist literature. Funny to be on the other side of the fence and see just how difficult clear communication can be. Yes, I agree, accuracy can be a real challenge. I myself am never sure just how accurate my renderings are. I just hope that there are no outright mistakes in the texts I provide.

He's already heard about the communication devices in preparation. Several teams are working simultaneously he says. How it will change the world, he enthuses. I tend to agree, but suspect that it will also throw up new challenges, especially amongst those who already feel that communication with spirits is wrong and that we should advance by faith alone. John adds that he was more familiar with the skeptical opposition than the faith-based one. I ask him how he's enjoying the food: marvelous is his response. Far better than on earth, although he notices that his appetite is somewhat curtailed. So he's settling in then? Settling isn't quite the tone he'd use. Far too exciting for that. Is he ready to visit f35 as I'd suggested? Where is that again? Where the extraterrestrials hang out. Well, he's on his way to meet up with some academic colleagues right now, could I fit him in another time? Certainly, I'll be back.

Some hours later, I practice a 'forward' projection, on the assumption that I can now connect with the 'time/opportunity' when John Mack and 'I' move together to focus 35, the so-called 'Gathering'.

Certainly this brings up many thorny questions about free will and the past-present-future continuum, but I have learned that I can still practice this 'art' while teasing out the possible metaphysical and ethical consequences. Warning John that I suspect the alien intelligences could manifest in any number of unforeseen ways, and answering his queries concerning movement to new and undefined spheres, we clasp hands and move. Initially I sense no outward form, other than the wisps of irridescent smoke/steam, all of varying but indescribably delicate hue, wafting about us. Is this my expectation? Perhaps. The formless spheres are famed for being completely unpredictable and endlessly mutable, depending on the usually unconscious assumptions/ preferences of the experiencer. About the only constant seems to be an intense glow of light, somehow both brilliant and subdued. On some formless levels this glow is populated by golden spheres which float gracefully about, being either human souls, higher selves or angelic beings of some type. I wonder if the entities observing will manifest thusly. In case I might be cramping his style, I ask John if he'd care to explore on his own. He seems enamored of the idea, and as we wave 'au revoir' he grins mischieviously.

I telepath a thought-desire to interact with an alien entity. The thought returns to me as "Which type of being do you wish contact with?" That throws me: I see I do not know what exactly I want. I ask for beings who see themselves as disinterested observers. Nothing appears, but a voice emanates from the mist about me: "We are three who are also one. As you request, we represent a civilization which has no vested interest in your planetary evolution, as some do, but are here merely because we heard an interesting, as you say, rumor."

About our so-termed 'earth changes'?

"Yes. We are interested in how you will move from isolated egoistic consciousness to the shared vibrational state in which you will no longer be able to hide your negativity from each other. We are also interested in your transition from mortality as a given to immortality as a verifiable fact. And no, to answer your thought, we are not involved in the hybrid breeding program, nor have we ever been."

I asked where they learned English.

"From your own brain, Gordon being. And we hope you trust us to learn and not manipulate, as others might do. We take your request for communication as an invitation to express most clearly to you what is our intention, and to do that English seems the most effective tool."

I said that I did indeed trust them not to mess with my wiring.

"That would be an expression of your sense of humor, Gordon being, yes?"

I telepathed a smile/chuckle combination. It seemed effective, judging by the sort of wobbly vibration that returned.

"Your chuckles come across as wobbly to us, Gordon being."

"That's okay, I understand and am amused".

"As are we."

I asked if their own culture's sense of humor was significantly different than the human. "It changes depending on whether we are in form or not."

So they moved from body to bodiless essence at will?

"Yes that is so. Our civilization is, to some extent, an extended experiment in combining the two."

Are there laws or guidelines outlining the movement, I wondered.

"Guidelines, yes; laws, no. We have free will as do humans, but we have advanced beyond the need for a centralized authority structure. We are like your anarchists but without the desire or ability to destroy."

I wondered if that made their lives a bit predictable and maybe even boring.

"By your standards maybe yes. You humans thrive on conflict. We have seen, by traveling through what you call time, that it brings out the qualities you most seek. Does not one of your famous holy books take place on a battlefield?"

They must have been thinking of the conversation between Krishna and Arjuna in the "Gita", where Krishna urges Arjuna onward into battle, that it might sooner relieve him of his illusions of separateness. "Yes" they telepathed.

Our lives are an ongoing examination of the One versus the Many. Quite like your discipline called Zen. And as to your unasked question, when in form we live in what might appear to you as enlarged shiny soap bubbles which float about in the somewhat contradictory breezes that are created by us when we are out of form."

I thought it all sounded kind of zany and fun.

"By your standards it is. By ours an amusing pastime. Boredom is becoming a reality for us. We are beginning to see the need for a challenge. Angels from your system have invited us to ensoul baby planets, and some of us are indeed taking preparatory classes for such an undertaking. Have you yet realized that we are the beings you sketched in your first novel?"

Back in 1984 I'd written a short comedy called "Kissless", with a Greek chorus of highly evolved but slightly bored aliens who were monitoring some of our activities as some rascal among them had deliberately wiped some of their vast memory banks. Well, I telepathed, I guess I should not be surprised. But there was no denying I was stumped for a next question. They suggested that this was enough for now and that perhaps I should chat with some others. I said sure, why not, and felt that wobbly vibration as they merged and faded.

I expressed a desire to encounter a being or beings from Galactic headquarters. A response came.

"They are all too busy, but I have been assigned as a representative for this focus level. How can I assist you?"

I wanted to know why Galactic central, or whatever it was known as, was actually necessary.

"Your question is noted and answered thusly: the members of the Galactic central, as you call it, concern themselves, not with the dull administrative chores you may be imagining, but with balancing the needs of various planetary cultures, assuring that squabbles do not get out of hand. Squabbles such as mineral rights on Earth, which many extraterrestrials, as we called them, seem to regard as their own."

I thanked him/her for the example, as it seemed very apt. Did they continue their mining activities convinced we were so stupid that we deserved the exploitation?

Some of them, yes, apparently. And some of them, while not dismissing us or interfering with our evolution, saw their own need as supreme, and calculated that certain elements on Earth were so abundant that we could easily spare some.

I had to admit that this sounded very human in its reasoning. I thought ‘the cosmic beggar meets the rapacious capitalist’. The Galactic Central bureaucrat partially concurred. Post facto rationalization had a very broad usage it would seem.

I expressed a certain skepticism as regards the value of the debating process at the Galactic level. Physically alive humans were being encouraged to participate, but other than a sense of belonging, I wondered what good, if any, it might do. The sense of belonging was, in fact, the whole point of the exercise, I was told. Humans need to know, I was told, that they have a seat at table.

If they remember to show up, I added.

"Yes, well, that could be a problem."

Will the ‘humans needing to know’ stage last for some years, to be then replaced with the ‘few humans who care participating’ stage?

"That’s something along the lines of what we were envisioning".

I asked about members of the planetary hierarchy, such as Jesus, Buddha, Maitreya and Saint Germain, participating.

"Yes, they and their assistants are intimately involved. As perhaps you might have guessed."

I asked if issues were decided without any human participation.

The hierarchy was human after all, even if they were graduated members. And he suspected that I myself had more than once sat in the visitors gallery. This shocked me until recalled portraying that very situation fictionally and wondering where exactly I got the idea. He then diplomatically implied that if I wanted to overcome my visitor-on-the-periphery status I would have to develop a much more continuous sense of consciousness, one that would not be periodically obliterated by sleep.

I knew this to be true and took my lumps like a man. Continuity of consciousness is something all aspirants strive for. That pearl beyond price: knowing where you are at all hours of the day and night. Knowing where all of you is, not just some of you. I thanked the Galactic representative for his efforts and he sort of dwindled down to a dot and then disappeared.

I tasted my humility for a while and then, perhaps to reassert my status amongst the righteous, put out a call for one of the ‘Greys’ involved in the hybrid breeding project. As I waited for a response I wondered how John was doing. Intuition said ‘just fine’.

A being that looked more like a Nordic than a Grey appeared in front of me, beaming with a brew of authority, nobility charm and pride. Well, something like that. Certainly no shame, which is perhaps what I was expecting.

"I am here to represent the Greys," he telepathed, "And I can see you are one of the old human souls who resent the Greys initiative as a betrayal of some kind."

The Greys and The Reptilians are an abomination to me. I find their arguments specious, their ways deceptive and manipulative and their perceived goals repulsive. This notion that they hold up the human dark side to the mirror of conscience to be the worst kind of retroactive rationalization, worthy of perhaps only the Nazis.

"You would excuse the ongoing human practice of economic slavery?"

"Our sins and shortcomings are no concern of yours. And using them to justify your continued rape of innocence in pursuit of the physical immortality you lust after is a habit worthy only of the dark brothers you serve."

"You yourself have honored the divine role of the rebel angels."

"They serve the polarity created by the law of free will, yes. And they do it well. But the beings you administer serve only their self-interest. And the damage they inflict in the process will take incarnations to heal."

"Not if they forgive as your prophet Jesus suggests."

"None of this supposed forgiveness would be necessary if you and your kind had not initiated the process in the first place"

"You would rather the Greys had died out for lack of a heart chakra and the dna it implies?

"In a word, yes. Species die out continually, especially when they have served their purpose. It’s no great loss. Their spirits can always incarnate in other life streams."

"You would condemn them, then, to extinction."

"I would suggest they taste the karma of their own choices, made so long ago, instead of deferring their fate with genetic experimentation."

"You are cruel sir. You show no compassion."

"I fight fire with fire and I speak with the wrath of the righteous. Compassion is received when it is deserved."

"Compassion is always deserved."

"You demean the spiritual laws of this planet when you speak from cynical self-interest, and I dismiss you from my presence."

With this he faded, but I knew my victory was hollow. The hybrid breeding program was so advanced by this point, into its third generation at least as far as I could tell, that there was literally no turning back. Whether the hybrids would survive the vibrational increase of the ascension process remained to be seen, however. As many physically alive humans would not either, I tried not to have preferences on the matter.

I put a thought out for John. He appeared smiling. Well, wasn’t this all so fascinating, he seemed to be saying. His colleagues in abduction research would just be amazed. I sensed he wasn’t ready to leave, so I reminded him of the moving between focus levels methodology and bade him a fond farewell.

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