Into a Timeless Realm: A Metaphysical Adventure - Softcover

Roads, Michael J.

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0915811669 ISBN 13: 9780915811663

Publisher: H J Kramer, 1996

Synopsis

A cosmic adventure in the spirit of The Celestine Prophecy, this prequel to the Worlds Beyond Quartet takes readers on a provocative journey through time and the cosmos. At a difficult time in his life, naturalist Michael J. Roads consciousness split into two distinct parts. His physical self remained in known reality, recording the experiences of his spiritual self, which moved through an interdimensional doorway into a timeless realm.

In this universal state of no-time and all-time, Roads sees humanity split into many streams of expression and views possible future realities. He hears the beings from different galaxies and eras.

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About the Author

Michael J. Roads was born in England, and from the time he was a child delving into the mysteries of a hidden, silent Nature, he has spent his life as an outdoorsman. His background is based in farming, and after marrying Treenie, they emigrated to Australia. During a decade of farming on the island state of Tasmania, Michael went through profound changes, gradually becoming attuned to the Spirit of the Land. This change was to take him away from farming and into a search for Self. Difficult years were to follow, but the inner search was unrelenting. To be free and to know Self was all that had meaning.

During this time, Michael and Treenie experienced community life, followed by a few years of Michael working as an organic farming consultant. Daily he focused on empowering his conscious, aware, spiritual connection with Nature. He learned to cross the membrane separating the material (physical) from the intangible (metaphysical). Writing about this experience became his creative outlet.

Michaels life now consists of writing, playing, and giving Retreats. With Treenie, he conducts five-day Retreats in Australia, the United States, the United Kingdom, South Africa, and Europe. He asks only that all participants be committed!

He is a brilliant speaker. He is also Awake. He speaks his truth clearly, without dogma or bias. He is funny, inspiring, and direct. He lives his truth. Above all, however, he is simple. He teaches no techniques, but, in his own words, "I teach people to practice a Greater Reality, and to keep practicing until the Greater Reality overwhelms the illusion."

He has a dislike of organization, and thus he belongs to none, nor will he allow any to form around him. He and Treenie are free spirits. They are, however, open to correspondence.

From the Back Cover

At a time when he was facing many personal challenges, Michael Roads had an experience that was to change the course of his life. Awakening from sleep, his awareness split into two parts. His physical self remained in bed recording the amazing events experienced by a metaphysical aspect of self. Michael, in his light body, crossed into a timeless realm.

In this remarkable first-person account, Michael Roads meets a wise and loving guide he comes to know as the Shepherd. He witnesses events that lead to the birth of modern civilization and the emergence of individuality in humankind. He sees consciousness spilt into many streams of expression and views possible future realities. He hears the song of creation, experiences the energy of the Source, and meets extraordinary beings from other galaxies and time frames.

At once an encounter with the supernatural and a synergistic event that alters Michael forever, Into a Timeless Realm is ultimately a lesson in reaching beyond our normal limitations.

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The sigh that escaped my lips as I awoke was echoed and magnified by the wind as it prowled around our house. I glanced at the illuminated dial at our bedside: two oclock in the morning and pitch-dark. For long moments, the remnants of an incredible dream surged into my mind, then rapidly began to recede. Feeling that the dream was important, I strained to remember, but as I did so, it faded into nothing.

I yawned and stretched, catching my breath as a sharp stab of pain lanced through my ankle. Despite all this nocturnal activity, Treenie, my wife, remained deeply asleep, so I lay back with a wry smile, remembering the events that led up to my present sorry state.

For about two weeks, I had been receiving strong inner promptings to slow down my hectic pace in life. My intuition had been working overtime trying to tell me that I needed to spend some time in meditative silence. I had a strong feeling that it was important to turn my energies inward, and I kept meaning totomorrow!

I was rather apprehensive about turning within. Each time I followed my inner urgings to do this, I would go through a process of inner growth that would invariably leave me traumatized. Although I had to concede that each episode was another step up the ladder of self-realization, this ladder was fraught with pain and suffering. So for the last couple of weeks I had procrastinated, even though I knew that whatever I was avoiding would eventually catch up with meand, most likely, with a vengeance.

I sighed heavily again, hoping I would wake Treenie without meaning to wake her! She didn't even stir, so I continued my musing.

Whatever it was that wanted me to slow down and tune in had caught up with me yesterday. I had been running along our garden path, happily charging into my next diversion from any inner contemplation, when my right foot came down on the outer edge of the concrete path. As my unsupported foot rolled over, my ankle popped out of joint with an explosion of pain.

I was in agony. The ankle was already chronically weakened by a number of previous sprains, and the joint now had a permanent gap. At the moment of dislocation, the pain was so intense that I was never sure whether to faint or vomit. However, it invariably took me off my feet to a horizontal position, away from all hurry and haste, providing the opportunity for many hours of inner contemplation. I sighed again. What a stupid way to live, responding only to the stimulus of pain and suffering.

With sudden clarity, the dream surged powerfully into my mind. It remained disjointed, yet I had the impression of some strange, exotic place, where an impossible reality promoted equally impossible experiences. Feeling the need to talk, I was about to wake Treenie deliberately, when my normal, everyday reality came to an abrupt and shocking end.

Everything in our bedroom seemed to move into a slow timeTreeniess breathing, my movements, even my thoughts. Despite the turmoil of my emotions while held in this state of suspension, I was calm and accepting, as though some other influence controlled me. With no understanding of what was happening, I watched from my physical reality while another me stepped out of my physical body.

In that moment, I was aware of being two completely different aspects of Self, both happening simultaneously. In one reality, I was the normal physical me, wide awake and aware of a painful throb in my damaged ankle. I sat up in bed and, without any thought behind my action, picked up the large writing pad and pen that is always at my bedside. Calmly, I began to write down the events that unfolded in my other reality.

The other me had a body of light, closely resembling my normal, physical self. I did not glow with light, nor was I illuminated, but I was aware of being composed entirely of light. I climbed out of bed, stepping onto an ankle that had never known an injury. Without a backward glance, I went through the open bedroom door and walked out. Moving silently through the house, I passed through the closed backdoor, walking out into a glorious dawn. With a strong wind, it was dark in my physical reality, but in this otherness it was calm and light.

The physical me sat in bed writing this all down. I had no recollection of switching on my low-glow bedside lamp in the moonless, pitch-dark night, but it gave me just enough light to see my writing on the paper. Although I was aware of both my physical self and the light-body me, practically all my focus, attention, and awareness were with my light-body self. Not for a second did I have a thought about how odd this was, nor what I could do to escape this strange, mystical occurrence. Everything about my physical reality was overwhelmed by a supernatural, calm acceptance. I had one physical function only, and that was to record the experiences of my light-body self.

Undisturbed, Treenie slept on.

I walk by taking normal footsteps, yet there is no feeling of weight in my body. I know that it should be dark by any measure of normality, but equally, everything that is normal has ended. The brighter than possible rays of gold that haze across the sky like the billowing of a gigantic wisp of gauze, feel acceptable and normal. I know that I am going down to the river, but I have no idea why. Walking feather light across the field toward the distant waterway, I am aware that every blade of grass is alive and vital within both itself and the Whole. Each blade of grass is a unit within itself, yet also with the plant from which it grows, and with the pasture as a Whole. I perceive that Nature is really a creative living principle, forever demonstrating the One in All, the All in One.

Edition details

• Publisher: H J Kramer
• Publication date: 1996
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 0915811669
• ISBN 13: 9780915811663
• Binding: Paperback
• Number of pages: 257