Happy birthday Gary Joseph Lachman.
December 24
“The superconscious mind is what sees the future,” yet Lethbridge argues that it may well be our own mind, on another level of vibration, another whorl of the spiral. He even suggests that it is ‘what we are going to become when we have finished our lives on earth’ and what we already are ‘in deep sleep’ the place of true dreams.”
~ Pg. 120 Dreaming Ahead of Time Gary Lachman
Lachman is an amazing person. He not only has his history of music but also as an author of many an esoteric book. He takes all who pursue his work on a journey with many interesting characters having all the insight, facts, and history that one needs to understand.
As a youth and as a young adult I found many esoteric firsthand authors at the library and at the Bodhi Tree Bookstore, originally Bodhi Tree Book and Tea Shop. Helena Blavatsky, Rudolf Steiner, Max Heindel, Manly P. Hall, and Annie Besant filled my mind full of mystics and occultists.
Theosophy, Freemasonry, and my favorite the Rosicrucians are all subjects I found often secret on to myself.
Later years Lachman’s books often fill in the facts, history and lineage and biographies of the above individuals.
I must say I did not feel so alone as I often did in my younger years reading his books. I did find many faithful followers along the way. My religiosity turned, waning and waxing, under many a blissful and phantastic heartbreak.
I enjoy Lachman’s books on my shelves along with many of the others as friends and teachers.
Now I am inclined to have a good imagination as any good student of esoteric studies with a big Jungian chip on my shoulder. I can say the subject of ghosts is not an unfamiliar one.
Now being the time of A Christmas Carol. In Prose. Being a Ghost Story of Christmas by Charles Dickens.
Steve Pfauter or “HUMAN” made a visit to me this year. His ghostly appearance.
(November 7, 1963, in San Francisco, California, died June 12, 2022.)
My husband was having eye surgery at the local outpatient clinic and was back for a checkup. My youngest son and I went to a local restaurant to wait for his doctor’s visit. We had some drinks and ordered some food.
A nice BBQ restaurant that had a restful area near the bar with big lazy booths.
We smiled at the bartender waiter and listened to the music. It is a very pleasant place to be. While sipping my coffee stout I looked over to see a Human walking up. He sat next to me at the booth to my left and smiled. He was dreamy like and transparently present. He then told me something as my son was looking at his phone.
“You are having lunch with your son?”
“Yes.” I spoke.
“With all that we went through you turned out alright. I am very proud of you HUD. A mother and wife. You have so much to be grateful for. You did a good job.”
With tears in my eyes, I responded without words.
He then told me he needed to go because he had a lot of friends to visit.
Steve then walked away and floated with a goofy smile up through the roof.
I told my son what happened. He is familiar with my stories, and we began to eat as my husband arrived to order some food as well.
“Man of the worldly mind!” replied the Ghost, “do you believe in me or not?”
“I do,” said Scrooge. “I must. But why do spirits walk the earth, and why do they come to me?”
“It is required of every man,” the Ghost returned, “that the spirit within him should walk abroad among his fellowmen, and travel far and wide; and if that spirit goes not forth in life, it is condemned to do so after death. It is doomed to wander through the world — oh, woe is me! — and witness what it cannot share, but might have shared on earth, and turned to happiness!”
~ A Christmas Carol. In Prose. Being a Ghost Story of Christmas by Charles Dickens.