I have always loved writing. I had a while in my life writing articles for a magazine in South Africa. I taught in schools, and at the end of my career, I taught adults in factories in South Africa.
I had a strange experience which started spontaneously in my fifties which, in the East, is called Kundalini raising, and in the West, mental illness. For me, it was a totally positive transition from a non spiritual person, to one that knows we are all multidimensional creatures in a multidimensional universe. Things called supernatural are just the way things work.
As insight flowed into my consciousness, I wrote.
After my opening up, I went through about ten years of heightened psychism. I had out of the body journeys, precognitions and used these skills in spiritual healing, without charge. Strange synchronisations occurred. Mystical writing and stories poured out of my pen, unasked. Eventually, my hundreds and thousands of words were transferred to a computer. They are dense with spiritual knowledge.
A lot of my writing is about light – the use of light in healing. Not spiritual healing, though there are many words about my understanding of the energy centres, or chakras as people call them, but my understanding of light was that it could heal physically and that we humans were affected by light in ways not yet discovered. Also, that light would be used by medicine in an array of healing and diagnostic methods. And so it has turned out to be,
I have used physical light for healing since then. When I say physical light, I mean frequencies that come out of a light source and shine on us.
So my mental illness has been the one most marvellous aspect of my life. I was very lucky that my family allowed my opening up to develop without calling for psychiatrists or psychologists to “fix” me. The reason why they “allowed” was that in Africa, Sangomas (Shamans) are called in a similar way, and our Indian friends recognised the uncoiling serpent in me – the Kundalini rising.
On my extension blog Gentle Ignition I share some of my writings and the writings of others that inspire me and confirm my ideas, which in this very barren atheistic world, are getting harder and harder for educated people to accept.