Phsyical Mediumship Durham

Durham - Easington - Sedgefield - Teesdale - Wear Valley - Derwentside - Chester-Le-Street - Hartlepool - Darlington - Stockton-On-Tees -

Pathway to Spirit, via Joan Hughes is committed to promoting physical mediumship. Over the coming months we intend to expand the website to include articles on physical mediums, some well known, for example , and other mediums, less well know.

These county pages will be devoted to local groups where physical mediumship is of interest, and also provide a place for publication of physical circle activity.

Please feel free to send us an update from you circle's activities and let us have any news or articles you think relevant to physical mediumship. Contact Joan Hughes for advice on sitting in physical circles. See also information on the development circle at Swadlincote Spiritualist Church..

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Nothing to post for this area as yet. In the meantime here is an extract from one of my favorite books, "The Power of Now".

What you have just described is something that I occasionally experience for brief moments when I am alone and surrounded by nature. Yes. Zen masters use the word

satori to describe a flash of insight, a moment of no-mind and total presence. Although satori is not a lasting transformation, be grateful when it comes, for it gives you a taste of enlightenment. You may, indeed, have experienced it many times without knowing what. it is and realizing its importance. Presence is needed to become aware of the beauty, the majesty, the sacredness of nature. Have you ever gazed up into the infinity of space on a clear night, Yes, but only as seen from the limited perspective of the manifested universe. In the Bible, God declares: "I am the Alpha and the Omega, and I am the living One." In the timeless realm where God dwells, which is also your home, the beginning and the end, the Alpha and the Omega, are one, and the essence of everything that ever has been and ever will be is eternally present in an unmanifested state of oneness and perfection - totally beyond anything the human mind can ever imagine or comprehend. In our world of seemingly separate forms, however, timeless perfection is an inconceivable concept. Here even consciousness, which is the light emanating from the eternal Source, seems to be subject to a process of development, but this is due to our limited perception. It is not so in absolute terms. Nevertheless, let me continue to speak for a moment about the evolution of consciousness in this world. Everything that exists has Being, has God-essence, has some degree of consciousness. Even a stone has rudimentary consciousness; otherwise, it would not be, and its atoms and molecules would disperse. Everything is alive. The sun, the earth, plants, animals, humans - all are expressions of consciousness in varying degrees, consciousness manifesting as form. The world arises when consciousness takes on shapes and forms, thought forms and material forms. Look at the millions of life forms on this planet alone. In the sea, on land, in the air - and then each life form is replicated millions of times. To what end? Is someone or something playing a game, a game with form? This is what the ancient seers of India asked themselves. They saw the world as lila, a kind of divine game that God is playing. The individual life forms are obviously not very important in this game. In the sea, most life forms don't survive for more than a few minutes after being born. The human form turns to dust pretty quickly too, and when it is gone it is as if it had never been. Is that tragic or cruel? Only if you create a separate identity for each form, if you forget that its consciousness is God-essence expressing itself in form. But you don't truly know that until you realize your own God-essence as pure consciousness. Awestruck by the absolute stillness and inconceivable vastness of' it? Have you listened, truly listened, to the sound of a mountain stream in the forest? Or to the song of a blackbird at dusk on a quiet summer evening? To become aware of such things, the mind needs to be still. You have to put down for a moment your personal baggage of problems, of past and future, as well as all your knowledge; otherwise, you will see but not see, hear but not hear. Your total presence is required. Beyond the beauty of the external forms, there is more here: something that cannot be named, something ineffable, some deep, inner, holy essence. Whenever and wherever there is beauty, this inner essence shines through somehow. It only reveals itself to you when you are present. Could it be that this nameless essence and your presence are one and the same? Would it be there without your presence? Go deeply into it. Find out for yourself. When you experienced those moments of presence, you likely didn't realize that you were briefly in a state of no-mind. This is because the gap between that state and the influx of thought was too narrow. Your satori may only have lasted for a few seconds before the mind came in, but it was there; otherwise, you would not have experienced the beauty. Mind can neither recognize nor create beauty. Only for a few seconds, while you were completely present, was that beauty or that sacredness there. Because of the narrowness of that gap and a lack of vigilance and alertness on your part, you were probably unable to see the fundamental difference between the perception, the thought-less awareness of beauty, and the naming and interpreting of it as thought: The time gap was so small that it seemed to be a single process. The truth is, however, that the moment thought came in, all you had was a memory of it. The wider the time gap between perception and thought, the more depth there is to you as a human being, which is to say the more conscious you are. Many people are so imprisoned in their minds that the beauty of nature does not really exist for them. They might say, "What a pretty flower," but that's just a mechanical mental labeling. Because they are not still, not present, they don't truly see the flower, don't feel its essence, its holiness - just as they don't know themselves, don't feel their own essence, their own holiness. Because we live in such a mind-dominated culture, most modern art, architecture, music, and literature are devoid of beauty, of inner essence, with very few exceptions. The reason is that the people who create those things cannot - even for a moment - free themselves from their mind. So they are never in touch with that place within where true creativity and beauty arise. The mind left to itself creates monstrosities, and not only in art galleries. Look at our urban landscapes and industrial wastelands. No civilization has ever produced so much ugliness.

When you become conscious of Being, what is really happening is that Being becomes conscious of itself. When Being becomes conscious of itself - that's presence. Since Being, consciousness, and life are synonymous, we could say that presence means consciousness becoming conscious of itself, or life attaining self-consciousness. But don't get attached to the words, and don't make an effort to understand this. There is nothing that you need to understand before you can become present.

I do understand what you just said, but it seems to imply that Being, the ultimate transcendental reality, is not yet complete, that it is undergoing a process of development. Does God need time for personal growth?

Phsyical Mediumship Durham

Extracts from Robert Monroe's Journey's out of the Body

6/12/63 Air hiss/valve: My family and I are in a situation where the whole population of the city we live in is trying to leave. Gasoline is unavailable, electric power has been shut off. There is a great sense of fatality among everyone. It doesn't seem to be the product of atomic war, and there is no concern as to radioactive fallout. There is principally a feeling of doom and the breakup of civilization as we know it due to something momentous having taken place, a factor beyond human ability to control.

4/11/64 Air hiss/valve: My family and I are in a large city, and there seems to be great trouble. Everyone is trying to leave. I leave â€¢what seems to be an apartment to try to find some way for us to get out into the country. Out in the street, the whole city is in a turmoil and panic, with cars stalled and jammed together, much like an anthill that has been disturbed. There are many more, personal, general, specific, local, worldwide. Only time will bring confirmation. I hope some of them are hallucinations.

Among the many mysteries encountered, there are several that stand out as being apparently unmotivated yet deeply profound. My only hope is that others more technically or philosophically oriented can perceive in them purpose and reason which I cannot. Here are a few of those which do not seem to be of Locales II or III.

8/23/63 Evening I lay down to take a short napt not for any extraphysical activity, at seven-seventeen, in the den, on the couch. The moment I stretched out horizontally and closed my eyes, there was a tremendous soundless explosion. There was no time lag. It occurred about two seconds after I closed my eyes. The blast slammed me across the room and against the wall in the opposite corner, where I slid to the floor. My first thought was that there actually had been some kind of explosion in the house, as the light fixtures overhead seemed to be sputtering, throwing off blue sparks, then the wires themselves melting. (The lights were turned off when I lay down, the room half-dark.) It seemed to me as if some huge short circuit had taken place in the wiring. There was a tingling sensation similar to electrical shocks (not like the vibrations I have mentioned so many times). Then I looked across the room. My physical body was still lying relaxed on the couch. I could see it plainly. It was then that I seriously considered another possibility. This might be death, true death, instead of the typical out-of-body experience. This situation was such an unusual thing. Perhaps I had died, my heart had stopped. I was still a little dazed from the explosion, but I was not afraid nor did I panic. If this was death, so be it. I lay there in the corner for some time, trying to collect myself. I felt around under me, and I thought I felt the rug, but I was not sure. At least something, felt solid under me. Then I decided that I should try to get back in the physical, even if I failed. I would lose nothing by trying. With a great effort of will, I floated upward and over to the couch, then down. There was a wrenching effect, and I found myself half in my physical body. I realized the half-condition, wriggled and squirmed, just as you would wiggle your hand to put on a glove. In a moment, I was "whole" again. I sat up (physically) and turned on the light. Everything seemed normal, the house was quiet, my body seemed normal, except that I was covered with goose-pimples. I was quite shaken by the experience and still don't know what caused it and why. Was it an explosion of a non-physical category? Was it an internal thing, in me, or was it the effect of some outside force? In retrospect, there seemed to be nothing unusual in my physical, emotional, or mental condition at the time to trigger it. In analysis of the best recall I can muster of the instant of the explosion, it was as if some stray beam had swept through the room and just happened to catch me impersonally in its path, the effect of which was to "blow" me out of the physical. Following this thought, I got the impression that the beam was the product of some experimental device not fully developed by the researchers who were testing it, i.e., all of the effects were not known to them. It strikes an associative memory relationship with the three-way device experience.

5/5/59 Afternoon Today I learned about a strange device that is supposed to work three ways. About five, I decided to try working a formula for the condition (1-2o/LQ). I lay down on the bed, thought of the force field diagram, then started the twenty count. I did not seem to be achieving any result, and then turned my head. My eyes were open and I glanced at the sun through the window (the day was sunny, and the window was to the west). Immediately, the vibrations faded in, and I closed my eyes and lay back. The vibrations were a tingling in the back of my head. I followed the jaw movement procedure, and they seemed to get stronger or weaker depending on my position, as expected. Finally, I determined the peak tuning position of my jaw (this is the way I can express it). The vibrations were strong in my head, a little too strong, so I "moved? them down into my chest, then experienced placing them in various parts of my body, that is to say, making them stronger in a. given part. Each time they passed over my lower right side I got a burning sensation, either in the liver, kidney, or lower right colon (foreign body or chemical there?). This had happened before, although I do not remember mentioning it. I mentally "wanted?' upward, and I floated up. Some stray thought must have come forth, because I immediately rolled in the air and dove through the floor. I momentarily heard a band playing (like turning past a radio station on the dial), then I was standing in an unfinished house, with no windows installed as yet, and materials and scraps lying around on the rough floor. Through the window was a rural countryside, trees and fields, and the house was evidently in the side of a hill, looking down into a slight valley and onto the low hill on the other side, I looked down, and there was a device, about eighteen inches long, on the floor. It appeared to be laid there just temporarily while the operator "went to lunch." I picked up the device curiously, never having seen anything like it. It was rodlike, with three attachments spaced along it. I held it up and looked along the rod and inadvertently aimed it at a man standing on a patio outside the open window whom I hadn't noticed before. Nothing happened, and then the man turned and noticed me. He moved out of sight for a moment, then entered through a doorway to the right and came up to where I was standing. He smiled, and to my best recall, appeared to be perfectly normal. Seeing the device in my hand, he indicated that he would show me how to use it. Pointing to the tube (an open-ended cylinder) on the front of it, he showed me how to "focus" the device by moving the tube or cylinder back and forth, away for a narrow beam, and toward you for a wide, evidently more gentle, beam or ray. He then told me to point it through another window opening where a second man outside was talking steadily and animatedly with someone outside our range of vision. He said to push the cylinder forward for a narrow beam. I did, and pointed the device at the man outside just as you would use a rifle. I saw nothing, no beam or ray, emitted from the device. However, the man beyond the window opening instantly slumped in his chair as if he were dead. I turned to my host, frightened and worried that I had unintentionally killed, the person outside. He smiled, and told me to point the device again at the unconscious (?) man outside, this time pulling back on the focusing device to produce a wide beam. I did, and the unconscious man sat up and resumed his conversation as if nothing had happened. My host then led me outside, and I asked the second man if he had felt anything. He stopped his conversation, looked at me puzzled, and said no, he hadn't. I asked him if he remembered going to sleep or any lapse of time, and again he replied in the negative and turned away to continue his conversation. The man who was my host looked at me and smiled, then took me over to the other side of the house overlooking the valley, indicating that he would show me another thing the device could do. He pointed toward the distance. A small fire was burning brightly on the hillside some three hundred yards away, with smoke curling up into the sky. He told me to use the narrow beam, and aim at the fire. I did, and immediately the fire went out. The flame shut off as if suddenly extinguished. The smoke held for a moment or so longer, then it too was gone. I grew very excited about the gadget, and asked my host to describe it to me. He did gladly. It was composed of three parts, he told me. The cylinder was a focusing device, which I understood. In the middle was a spiral coil, which he said was the power source. Behind the power source were three finlike plates (like those found in a rectifier), which he explained were not too important in that they were only shields to protect the user. He rubbed his thumb over them and they bent, showing their flexibility. He asked me if I was sure I understood. I replied that the affair looked like a large triode (the closest thing I could think of resembling the layout pattern). He nodded excitedly and replied, '"Yes! A triode!" Feeling that I had to go and couldn't stay longer, I thanked him for all of the information, and he said he would see me again at (unremembered). My mind recognized the place, evidently, and I said yes, the Cadena Azul. (This was a product of my South American visit, and it seemed a natural way to say whatever I was trying to sayâ€”blue network.) My host started to nod yes, then gave me a blank, uncomprehending look, and I realized that my impression was right but that he didn't understand the Spanish term. I then went back to the unfinished room, and "took off" upward with a stretch-leap. I went up what seemed to be only two or three floors, then stopped. The place looked like my office room, but was empty. No furniture, no couch, dust on the floor and windowsâ€”and no physical body! I realized this was the wrong "place" (time?), that where I wanted to be was still "up" I started up again, through the ceiling, and after eight or ten floors, emerged in my proper office room, sank down into my physical body (had a little difficulty with one arm), then merged completely. I sat up and opened my eyes. The clock indicated one hour, five minutes time lapse. I sketched the device, then started these notes. A device that puts people to sleep, wakes them up, and puts out fires. Someday I'll try to build the device.

3/11/61 Night . , . and I thought I had made a normal return to the physical. I opened my eyes, and I was in a strange bed. A strange woman was beside the bed, and she smiled as she saw me awaken. An older woman stood behind her. They expressed happiness that I had finally come to, that I had been ill for a long time, but that now I would be all right. They helped me get out of bed, and I was dressed in some sort of robe (like a dressing gown; their dress seemed normal to me), and I knew for sure I wasn't the person they thought 1 was. I tried to tell them this, but they only humored me and seemed to think I was still in some form of delirium. I asked what day it was, and they only smiled understandingly as if I wasn't yet fully oriented (1 wasn'tl). I was going to ask for a calendar, then decided it was better simply to find out the year, I asked the younger woman, who seemed to be my wife (or the body's wife), and she replied that it was 1924, according to the Greek (?) method of calculating time. 1 was sure that I couldn't stay there any longer, and despite their strong objections, went out a door into the open air. I stood there and tried to move upward, and I got the feeling I had to move up, very far up. I tried to take off, but they were holding onto me. Nothing happened and 1 became worried. I knew I was in the wrong place. I then remembered the breathing trick, and started to breathe in the gasping manner through half-closed lips. I started to rise slowly, up above the building, which was U-shaped, still feeling them trying to restrain and hold me back. I breathed hard and fast, faster, and I moved faster until the familiar blue blur was all around me. Suddenly, 1 stopped, and I was high in the air over a landscape of countryside dotted with houses. It looked familiar, and I thought I saw what was our house and buildings between road and river. I dove for the house, and in the next moment I was merging with the physical. I sat up, whole again, and looked around gratefully. 1 was in the right place!

Annfield Plain-Durham (Near Consett) - Aykley Heads-Durham (Near Durham) - Barnard Castle-Durham Beaumont - Hill-Durham - Beaumont Hill-Durham (Near Aycliffe) - Billy Row-Durham (Near Spennymoor) - Bishop Auckland-Durham Bishop - Middleham-Durham - Bishop Middleham-Durham (Near - Sedgefield) - Blackhall Colliery-Durham (Near - Peterlee) - Blackhall Rocks-Durham (Near Peterlee) - Bridge End-Durham (Near Consett) - Burnt Houses-Durham (Near Barnard - Castle) - Byers Garth-Durham (Near Spennymoor) - Byers Green-Durham (Near Spennymoor) - Castle Eden-Durham (Near Peterlee) - Chester Le Street-Durham Chester - Moor-Durham - Chester Moor-Durham (Near Chester Le - Street) - Coatham Mundeville-Durham (Near - Aycliffe) - Cold Hesledon-Durham (Near Seaham) - Cornsay Colliery-Durham (Near Consett) - Coundon Grange-Durham (Near Bishop - Auckland) - Crawley Side-Durham (Near Consett) - Crossgate Moor-Durham (Near Durham) - Daddry Shield-Durham (Near Consett) - Dalton Le Dale-Durham (Near Seaham) - Dan'S Castle-Durham (Near Consett) - Durham-Durham Easington - Colliery-Durham - Easington Colliery-Durham (Near - Peterlee) - Easington Village-Durham (Near - Peterlee) - East Briscoe-Durham (Near Barnard - Castle) - East Butsfield-Durham (Near Consett) - East Hedleyhope-Durham (Near Croxdale) - East Howle-Durham (Near Ferryhill) - Eldon Lane-Durham (Near Shildon) - Esh Winning-Durham (Near Durham) - Esperley Lane Ends-Durham (Near - Bishop Auckland) - Etherley Dene-Durham (Near Bishop - Auckland) - Etherley Grange-Durham (Near Bishop - Auckland) - Etherley Moor-Durham (Near Bishop - Auckland) - Evenwood Gate-Durham (Near Bishop - Auckland) - Fir Tree-Durham (Near Bishop - Auckland) - Forest In Teesdale-Durham (Near - Appleby In Westmorland) - Forest In Teesdale-Durham (Near - Middleton In Teesdale) - Framwellgate Moor-Durham (Near - Durham) - Gilesgate Moor-Durham (Near Durham) - Grange Villa-Durham (Near Chester Le - Street) - Great Burdon-Durham (Near Darlington) - Great Lumley-Durham (Near Chester Le - Street) - Great Stainton-Durham (Near Aycliffe) - Greta Bridge-Durham (Near Barnard - Castle) - Hamsterley Colliery-Durham (Near - Consett) - Hamsterley Mill-Durham (Near Consett) - Hanging Stone-Durham (Near Consett) - Haswell Plough-Durham (Near Peterlee) - Heddon Mill-Durham (Near Houghton Le - Spring) - Hedley Hill-Durham (Near Consett) - Hedley Hope-Durham (Near Consett) - Helmington Row-Durham (Near - Spennymoor) - Hett Hills-Durham (Near Chester Le - Street) - High Coniscliffe-Durham (Near - Darlington) - High Etherley-Durham (Near Bishop - Auckland) - High Grange-Durham (Near Bishop - Auckland) - High Ingleby-Durham (Near Durham) - High Lands-Durham (Near Bishop - Auckland) - High Rickleton-Durham (Near Chester - Le Street) - High Shincliffe-Durham (Near Durham) - High Urpeth-Durham (Near Chester Le - Street) - High Westwood-Durham (Near Consett) - Hill End-Durham (Near Consett) - Hill Top-Durham (Near Barnard Castle) - Houghton Le Side-Durham (Near Shildon) - Howden Le Wear-Durham (Near Bishop - Auckland) - Hurworth Burn-Durham (Near Peterlee) - Hurworth On Tees-Durham (Near - Darlington) - Hutton Henry-Durham (Near Peterlee) - Hutton Magna-Durham (Near Barnard - Castle) - Kirk Merrington-Durham (Near - Spennymoor) - Kirkpatrick Durham-Dumfries And - Galloway (Near Dumfries) - Lambton Park-Durham (Near Chester Le - Street) - Lane Ends-Durham (Near Bishop - Auckland) - Lane Head-Durham (Near Barnard - Castle) - Langdon Beck-Durham (Near Middleton - In Teesdale) - Langley Moor-Durham (Near Durham) - Langley Park-Durham (Near Durham) - Little Newsham-Durham (Near Barnard - Castle) - Low Coniscliffe-Durham (Near - Darlington) - Low Dinsdale-Durham (Near Darlington) - Low Westwood-Durham (Near Consett) - Maiden Law-Durham (Near Consett) - Metal Bridge-Durham (Near Ferryhill) - Middle Rainton-Durham (Near Houghton - Le Spring) - Middlestone Moor-Durham (Near - Spennymoor) - Middleton In Teesdale-Durham (Near - Barnard Castle) - Middleton One Row-Durham (Near - Darlington) - Middleton St George-Durham (Near - Darlington) - Morton Tinmouth-Durham (Near Shildon) - Mount Pleasant-Durham (Near - Spennymoor) - Nevilles Cross-Durham (Near Durham) - New Brancepeth-Durham (Near Durham) - New Coundon-Durham (Near Bishop - Auckland) - New Kyo-Durham (Near Consett) - New Lambton-Durham (Near Chester Le - Street) - Newton Aycliffe-Durham (Near Aycliffe) - North Bitchburn-Durham (Near Bishop - Auckland) - North Close-Durham (Near Spennymoor) - Old Cassop-Durham (Near Durham) - Old Eldon-Durham (Near Shildon) - Old Quarrington-Durham (Near Croxdale) - Old South Moor-Durham (Near Chester - Le Street) - Ornsby Hill-Durham (Near Consett) - Over Dinsdale-Durham (Near - Darlington) - Page Bank-Durham (Near Spennymoor) - Pelton Fell-Durham (Near Chester Le - Street) - Pity Me-Durham (Near Durham) - Potter Hill-Durham (Near Peterlee) - Preston Le Skerne-Durham (Near - Aycliffe) - Quaking Houses-Durham (Near Consett) - Quarrington Hill-Durham (Near - Ferryhill) - Rainton Gate-Durham (Near Houghton Le - Spring) - Royal Oak-Durham (Near Shildon) - Rumby Hill-Durham (Near Bishop - Auckland) - Running Waters-Durham (Near Durham) - School Aycliffe-Durham (Near Newton - Aycliffe) - Sheep Hill-Durham (Near Gateshead) - Sherbourne Hill-Durham (Near Durham) - Sherburn Hill-Durham (Near Durham) - Sherburn House-Durham (Near Durham) - Shield Row-Durham (Near Chester Le - Street) - Shotley Bridge-Durham (Near Consett) - Shotton Colliery-Durham (Near - Peterlee) - South Church-Durham (Near Bishop - Auckland) - South Cleatlam-Durham (Near Barnard - Castle) - South Hetton-Durham (Near Seaham) - South Moor-Durham (Near Chester Le - Street) - South Pelaw-Durham (Near Chester Le - Street) - St Helen Auckland-Durham (Near Bishop - Auckland) - St John'S Chapel-Durham (Near Consett) - Stainton Grove-Durham (Near Barnard - Castle) - Stanley Crook-Durham (Near Spennymoor) - Station Town-Durham (Near Peterlee) - Sunderland Bridge-Durham (Near - Croxdale) - Tanfield Lea-Durham (Near Consett) - The Grove-Durham (Near Consett) - The Middles-Durham (Near Chester Le - Street) - Thorpe Larches-Durham (Near - Billingham) - Tindale Crescent-Durham (Near Bishop - Auckland) - Toft Hill-Durham (Near Bishop - Auckland) - Tow Law-Durham (Near Consett) - Town Kelloe-Durham (Near Peterlee) - Trimdon Colliery (Easington)-Durham - (Near Sedgefield) - Trimdon Grange-Durham (Near - Sedgefield) - Ushaw Moor-Durham (Near Durham) - Walworth Gate-Durham (Near Aycliffe) - Wear Head-Durham (Near Hexham) - West Auckland-Durham (Near Bishop - Auckland) - West Blackdene-Durham (Near Hexham) - West Briscoe-Durham (Near Barnard - Castle) - West Cornforth-Durham (Near Ferryhill) - West Kyo-Durham (Near Consett) - West Pelton-Durham (Near Chester Le - Street) - West Rainton-Durham (Near Houghton Le - Spring) - Wheatley Hill-Durham (Near Peterlee) - White Kirkley-Durham (Near Consett) - White Le Head-Durham (Near Consett) - Whitton Leyer-Durham (Near Crook) - Witton Gilbert-Durham (Near Durham) - Witton Le Wear-Durham (Near Bishop - Auckland) - Witton Le Wear-Durham (Near Crook) - Witton Park-Durham (Near Bishop - Auckland) -

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Phsyical Mediumship Durham

Phsyical Mediumship Durham

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