In the past, I haven’t been the most disciplined person when it comes to meditation. However when I do give it my full attention it does pay off with results. It is without doubt a secret back door to the paranormal experience.
For years I really struggled with meditation, stuck with the internal dialogue and distractions the brain butts in with but I discovered, only a few years ago, that simply re-focusing on your breathing stops any brain chatter. I should have read a book on it.
I think the year was 1997, give or take. I had some time off work, some spare money and fancied a little adventure. So quite on impulse I decided to go and visit Stonehenge and Avebury Circle in Wiltshire, England. It was only a few hours away so I packed a bag and got on a train.
I visited Stonehenge and thought it was nice to see up close, although nothing more than that really, so off I headed for Avebury Circle just a bus ride away. I’d recently watched Richard Hoaglands briefing to the United Nations on “The Monuments of Mars” and Avebury Circle came up in that presentation. I felt drawn to the place as cliché as that sounds.
I’ve seen “beings” three times in my life. I use the term “being” because I don’t know what else to call something that looks like a person when really nothing should be there.
This event happened one night in 1996. At the time I was living in Ormskirk, near Liverpool in the north-west of England. There was nothing unusual about the evening before and I was in bed with my girlfriend at the time, Deborah. During the night something woke me up. I was lying on my back and I lifted my head and shoulders, rested my weight onto my elbows and looked towards the bottom of the bed.