'Paranormal' Occurrences Are Described In These Case Study Book Opening Chapters

Paranormal case study book Yada Speaks is shown with a new version of the book cover made with advanced AI model Grok 3 along with art depicting passages from the first parts of the book being quoted in the entirety within this article.

When I eventually began studying the psychic phenomena known as 'channeling' following the publication of my case study book Testament in 1997, it was important to establish whether or not each case was authentic ('objective' involving other entities communicating through a human 'channel') or extemporaneous reflecting one's conscious creative intellect ('subjective').  (1, 2)  Channeling case transcripts have inspired me to intensely reflect about such aspects of contemporary life that may be expressed as involving 'social consciousness,' 'assumed imperatives,' morality and personal responsibility, being 'relevant' or how one distinguishes relevancy in someone or something, and states of mentality where accustomed teachings and cultural pastimes have been accepted by an individual whom because of this might never be able to find the information that would prove the falseness of some of their orientations as being not only profoundly wrong yet also highly detrimental to the purposes, needs and values involving a human being achieving a fulfilling Earth life.

This Article Is Comprised of These Four Parts That Begin the Book Yada Speaks (1979) Introduced, Edited and Transcribed by Ralph G. Warren.

 

Part 1: "The incredible: MARK PROBERT

The oracle of an amazing ancient wisdom"
by Ralph G. Warren

 

Part 2: "Some Experiences And Phenomena of Mark Probert As A Sensitive"

 

Part 3: "Incidents That Happened During The Mark Probert Meetings"

 

Part 4: "Who Is Yada?"

 

(A list of 28 evidentiary articles about the Mark Probert channeling case chronology is included in the article "This Is A Journalist's Proof of Mark Probert's Trance Mediumship Channeling".)

 

first page of Yada Speaks

  

 

The incredible:
MARK PROBERT
The oracle of an amazing ancient wisdom
by
Ralph G. Warren

The bright afternoon sun streaming in the windows of a room in San Diego, California seemed glaringly, sharply indifferent to the eerie events in progress.  Although the small gathering of about twenty-five people lounged comfortably in their chairs while a slight-built little man seated at a card table spoke to them in a soft voice, there was a feeling of subdued excitement in the air.  Suddenly the soft voice trembled slightly and said, ". . . and now I'm beginning to feel . . ."  The voice trailed off.  The little audience stirred briefly and sat wide-eyed, expectantly immobile with rapt attention.  The speaker at the card table breathed heavily for a few moments, his head drooping forward as if nodding sleepily.  Slowly he lifted his head as a strange, new personality seemed to possess his entire body, chuckled reassuringly and spoke English with a Chinese accent.

 

"I am E Yada Di Shi'ite.  I lived 500,000 years ago in the Himalaya mountains in a civilization called Yuga, meaning vast body.  My city was Kaoti, meaning city of temples.  I was a Kata or priest of the temples until I became a Yada or spirit light of the order of Shi'ite.  The Shi'ite order exists today.  There were 180 million people in my civilization, not monkeys.  Yuga was destroyed by a terrible earthquake which killed 80 million people.  My body was crushed by a wall of the temple — squashed me like a fly.  But I took my body with me . . ."

This simple but astounding story was repeated many times in 23 years with a wealth of detail.  Fifteen teachers beside the Yada spoke through this man.  There are more than 1,500 two-track and four-track seven inch tapes of these lectures.  Each lecture is from two to three hours long.  These contain a clear, rational cosmology and a science-philosophy that is so revolutionary in its unorthodox perfection that it seems destined to profoundly affect the foundations of entrenched thought.  This cosmology so brilliantly yokes science to philosophy that many professional men in psychiatry, psychology, physics and related professions have been fascinated by the haunting logic.

The entranced little man through whom the Yada spoke was the late Mark Probert, born in Bayonne, N.J. on February 5, 1907, and died in San Diego, California February 22, 1969.  His passing was unnoticed in the public press but thousands of national and international devotees felt deeply the loss of this very human, kindly personality who had astounded and shocked great numbers of people.

The extremely ancient language of Yu which Yada spoke for about ten minutes before reverting to English became an item of great interest to professors of ancient languages at the University of Southern California.  One of these was Hans Von Kerber, professor of ancient and modern Asiatic languages.  They elected to listen for about thirty minutes to the highly questionable source, but became so enchanted that they listened and talked for five hours and begged for more time.  Professor Kerber spoke Hindustani and Chinese dialects with Yada and discussed Inca and Maya writings.  He understood the root words in the Yu language.  Yada told him that the Yu language is the mother tongue or universal language.

Mark himself did not cultivate nor welcome his strange gift as it was often a worry and a burden to him.  But from childhood the evidence of something unusual in his depth of perception gradually became a burgeoning urge that grew stronger and more insistent as the years passed.  His marriage to his wife, Irene, in Yuma, Arizona on July 4, 1942 was the event that ushered in the most phenomenal aspect of the latent forces within him which now seemed to clamor for expression.

His new wife promptly informed him that he not only talked in his sleep, but talked in foreign languages.  After seeking help from a neurologist who ridiculed the idea, they met a man by the name of Meade Layne, PhD, who had an excellent background.  He had been a professor at the University of Southern California and several other universities, and had been a department head at Wesleyan, Illinois and at Southern College, Florida.  Quite apart from his academic training, he had considerable interest and knowledge in the fields of metaphysical and occult laws.  He casually suggested that Mark might be a trance medium.  Mark detested the word "medium" and once started to write a book entitled Medium Rare to disavow the hated label.  But let Mark tell this part of his story:

"I spent two hours with Dr. Layne, in which time he quizzed me on a number of things including the state of my physical and emotional health.  Then he asked me if I had ever had any experience with psychic phenomena.  I told him I had and related a number of them to him.  He listened with what I thought was a great deal of patience and then said that my talking in foreign languages in my sleep seemed to indicate that discarnate beings might be taking control of me during sleep.

"He had me sit at a small card table and placed Irene on my right.  I was told I might become entranced.  The idea of suddenly losing consciousness was a little unnerving, and I was about to express myself when I was struck with a wave of dizziness that nearly rolled me off my chair — the one and only dizzy spell I ever had.  Then the spell passed, followed by what I can only call elation.  But what tremendous elation it was!  Undulating waves of chills ran up my body from ankles, solar plexus to head.  But they were not cold chills but rather the kind one gets when listening to exceptionally beautiful music or while observing an unusual sunset or sunrise.

 

How long I stayed in this state of ecstasy I do not know, but when it left me and I was awake again, Dr. Layne and Irene told me I had been in what seemed to be a deep state of trance for approximately forty-five minutes and that a voice, quite unlike my own, had introduced itself by the name of Martin Lattimore Lingford.  He said that he had been a showman in New York some forty years ago.  He emphasized that they had spent many years conditioning my brain and body so that they could use me as a communication medium with the least possible harm to my physical and mental self.

"It was a few years later that they decided to dictate a book to me clairaudiently.  They entitled the book The Magic Bag.  The meaning of this title is fully explained in the book.  Then one night in 1947 five of my teachers suddenly appeared to me in the living room of my apartment.  That I was seeing them clairvoyantly did nothing to lessen my sense of fright, and had they not somehow taken hold of me mentally I would have bolted out my front door and perhaps without opening it.  Anyway, they quieted me down by reassuring me that they were some of the members of the Inner Circle and I had no reason to fear them.  I made pencil sketches of the five as they said their only purpose in showing themselves to me was to have me paint portraits of them.  They left saying they would return as time permitted to have me finish the portraits in oils.  Some of these portraits have been photographed and incorporated in The Magic Bag along with some others that I painted at a later date.  (NOTE: Mark was a portrait artist of considerable talent.)
 
The teachings that came through Mark delved into almost every branch of human thought.  To give a few examples: so-called flying saucers were verified as space organisms, not coming from other planets but from the depths of space itself.  They do not cross space as we did in going to the moon, but emerge from it.  They can travel instantly to a planet thousands of light years away by crossing magnetic lines of force.  Space is a sensory distortion and not what it seems to be.

Other life does not exist in our solar system but does exist outside, such as the milky way and beyond.  So, says Yada, take your manners with you for you are going to meet yourself on the way.  But outward is also inward; going out into space is going deeper into mind.  We do not know it yet but we are going home, finding our way back to our center.

 

Tales are told of tunnels honeycombing the earth and of pyramids buried under tons of ice at the poles.  Religion, they say, is man's creation and is of the earth and astral frequencies only.  It is something we must grow out of and away from as we come out of our hypnotic, conditioned spell of superstition.

 

They see man as asleep and dreaming, caught up in the chemical fury of the matter world, a king of great power that has forgotten his royal blood.  They want to give mastery back to man, and listening to the tapes one begins to wonder.  Yada freely gives an Ariadne thread after thread to lead us out of the maddening labyrinth free of the monsters of illusion we have created for ourselves.  Many books could be written and not cover all the subjects.
 
Eventually there began a long series of communications which opened and prepared the channel for the more profound teachings of the Inner Circle, the sixteen teachers led by E Yada Di Shi'ite.  The most frequent and outstanding lecturers besides Yada are: Professor Alfred Luntz, 1812-1893; a former clergyman for the High Episcopal Church of England. Ramon Natalli, 1598-1652; astronomer and friend of the famous Galileo in Rome, Italy.  Lao-Tse, 550-600 BC; the well-known sage of China.  The Maharaja Natcha Tramalaki, 1848-1915; of Decca, Bengal Province, India.  Each of these teachers has a distinctly individual personality and method of delivery.  The British Luntz is unmistakable with his clipped Oxford accent. 

According to Mark's teachers we entered the Aquarian age in 1945 and it was heralded by the dropping of the atom bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.  It is significant that the lectures began in that same year.  The Aquarian age is said to be the age of pronounced emphasis on the advancement of mind.  For the first three years the lectures were semi-private but at least one scientist was invited to participate.

 

Then Mark and Irene were told to open the lectures to large groups and suddenly people began to call asking to attend.  These local groups in San Diego continued for another three years.  Finally they were instructed to travel to reach a wider audience, and except for periodic rest and local meetings in San Diego, they were almost constantly presenting their lectures from coast to coast.  Questions were encouraged from the audience as long as they were not of a personal nature.  Questions of a scientific-philosophy-life posture were welcomed and were not to be confused with "churchianity" but were answered in a manner that yoked biblical-scientific application without pious sentimentality.

Mark and his wife Irene were not spiritualists and professed no "ism," not even Probertism.  The work was not permitted to drift in the direction of any "ism."  The teachers were seeking to teach life which is more profound than any "ism."  Life was the goal, not religion.  Life can be made a religion but we cannot make a religion lite.  Whatever life religion has in it, we, as individuals, put it there.  Truth and beauty are the expressions of life and consciousness; religion is the mere ritual history of this expression and not a final dogma.  LIFE spills over beyond the boundaries of crystallized creed. 

There were those who accused Mark of being in a very lucrative "racket" to get rich.  Let such accusers take note that Mark was often in very straitened circumstances and had no funds to pay his final hospital bill or funeral expenses.  As were so many other of his financial needs, these were all donated by those who were grateful for the expansion of awareness into the cosmic and mundane everyday mysteries of existence. 

The complete story is a long one and packed with unbelievable fascination.  The dramatic, awe-inspiring inflections in the voice delivery on the tapes is immediately lost in any transcription into the written word which is but a pale reflection of an articulate earnestness.

  

"Some Experiences And Phenomena of Mark Probert As A Sensitive"

San Diego Medium Mark Probert In Trance

 

Mark relates some of his experiences as a sensitive:

There was a touch of psychism in my family. Both my mother and oldest brother were somewhat gifted in this way. I had flashes of psychism during my childhood; for instance, I foresaw my mother's death.  I was singing when I suddenly seemed to be standing in her bedroom and knew that she was dead.  Her death did not actually take place until a year later.  I was then about ten years old.

When I was about 20, 1 had several other strange experiences.  And in 1936 my father came to me and said that he had died in that year, though I had been told that he died in 1932.  Investigation proved that 1936 was the correct date.  This communication sounded like an external voice.  I was in normal consciousness and was writing a letter to my brother at the time.  A woman's voice also spoke to me in the same way on this occasion.

Another time while I was doing some drawing the room filled up with a pink or rose-colored glow.  The girl who was posing for me saw it and was frightened.  We left the room and turned off the lights, then I had to go back for my cigarettes and the girl followed me.  All at once a tube of light appeared before us.  It was rose-colored and green and blue, and we both saw it.  Another time in that same room a black substance appeared like a cloud of soot.  It was about the height of a man and made a piercing, squeaking sound.  It went over to the bed and shook it violently.  I don't know what it was, but I did find out that a man had died of cancer in that bed seven or eight months before.  I do not say that there is any connection between these facts.

Among other small manifestations I might add that three times invisible hands prevented me from going up a flight of stairs.  I often heard the noise like the high whine of a dynamo, and this sound would increase to a roar.  Covering my ears reduced the sound, but other people could not hear it at all.

Many times I had been told that I talked in foreign languages in my sleep, and once by a local physician and surgeon who had spent many years in India.  He had authored several books on Hindu philosophy.  The incident occurred in February of 1935.  The doctor, upon learning that I could operate a typewriter, asked me if I would put his handwritten manuscript into typewritten form.  After warning him that I was by no means a professional typist but would be pleased to do the job, he suggested we go to his cabin in the mountains.

It was quite cold when we arrived at the cabin so the doctor set a fire going in the fireplace, then stretched himself out on a couch while I sat down to do the typing.  The subject matter dealt with the Yoga practice of rhythmic breathing.  I had been working for about two hours when the doctor suggested I rest awhile.  Having nothing else to do, I went over to the fireplace and sat down in a large fan-back wicker chair and almost promptly fell asleep.

The next thing I knew the doctor was shaking me and talking to me in a very strange tongue.  On assuring him that I had no understanding of the language he was speaking, he informed me that it was a Hindustani dialect and went on to say I had been speaking it quite fluently in my sleep, and had been giving him some constructive remarks on his manuscript.

Another time I spoke in Spanish while asleep.  I was trying to sell papayas.  This sleep talking increased and I would sing and recite poetry in German, Spanish, French, Portuguese, Japanese, and (I am told) Latin — or at least repeating a ritual that the hearers believed to be partly Latin.  There were also alleged Hindu dialects, and later on much Chinese and Tibetan.  I want to make it clear that I have never studied a foreign language or ever heard one spoken, except perhaps a few phrases such as anyone might hear.

 

One of my most curious experiences was my encounter with "the girl."  This happened at about 5:30 in the evening, in summertime and in San Diego, so there was good daylight.  This girl suddenly came up to me on the street.  She wore an old-fashioned and most delightful costume — a white hoopskirt, a white poke bonnet, and carried a white parasol.  She was very fair, had blue eyes and shoulder-length curls like Mary Pickford, and wore a kind of slipper with white bows.  She looked to be about 18 years of age.  She came right up to me and began talking, calling me by name and said I surely must remember her.  I kept racking my brain trying to think who she could be.  We walked along together talking all the time.  Then she stopped in front of an old two-story stucco house with a Monterey roof and dead vines all over it.  "Wait a few minutes," she said, "I'm going in here but I'll be right out."  And she went up the steps and in the door without knocking.

I waited a long time, maybe a half hour, and meantime a friend came by and I told him about the girl and why I was standing there.  After a while I went to the door and knocked.  It was opened by a small, very old woman, and I asked her about the girl.  But she only said, "You're mistaken, young man, there's no girl in this house.  I live alone and no one has entered or left this house all day."  With that she closed the door on me.  There may be some normal explanation for all this, but that is not my feeling about it.

 

Incidents That Happened During The Mark Probert Meetings:

During one of the earlier lectures the controls decided to change controls without taking Mark out of trance.  While this change was being made, the audience heard a few notes of music being played by an orchestra.  One noticeable characteristic of this music was that the notes seemed to blend one into the other somewhat like the notes produced by a theremin. 

This music did not seem to come from any particular direction.  It was just there.  One heard it but could not say from which direction it came.  Everyone present heard it and not just a favored few.  The control then explained that something had gone wrong but this was quickly corrected and the lecture went on as usual. 

On two separate occasions odors were smelled in the lecture room.  One was the odor of fresh paint, and many present thought it came from a painting on which Mark had been working that day.  They evidently overlooked the fact that, had this been the case, the odor would have been in the room when they first entered.  It was not present at the beginning of the lecture, but manifested during the lecture.  Later the control said that it was caused by the presence of the German artist in the spirit world who was Mark's painting instructor.

 

As far as is known, Mark never received any verbal instructions from this teacher.  It seems that Mark was instructed by impressions of what to do as he painted.

 

Mark's painting of Yada 

On another occasion, after the lecture had been going on for some time, the strong odor of a tobacco pipe filled the room.  This was plainly smelled by all present.  It was explained that it was from the pipe of a man who, when in the physical body, smoked a very potent pipe.  Evidently he was still smoking it.

 

Blogger's Note: A contemporary channeled entity who has been known to smoke a pipe during lectures through JZ Knight is 'Ramtha,' here shown in an image from the hit documentary movie "What the #$*! Do We (K)now!?" (2004).  A painting of 'Ramtha' and a 2011 crop circle are also shown.  Ramtha has said he lived 35,000 years ago on the continent of Lemuria and became a conqueror during the pilgrimage into Atlantis.

One of the most impressive demonstrations Yada ever put on occurred on the evening of Monday, November 27th, 1950 at the Federated Women's Club in San Diego, California.  Yada was not in the habit of making demonstrations, or producing phenomena, just to satisfy the curiosity of anyone, but when there was a need for such a demonstration, he did not hesitate to do it.

The day had been very warm and the evening was hot and humid.  The palm fronds on the trees outside the building hung motionless.  There was not a breath of air stirring and the room was warm to the point of being uncomfortable despite the fact that all windows were open and an electric fan was doing its best to cool the room.

Dr.C, a local physician, removed his coat, headed for a chair in front of a window, placed his coat on the back of his chair, and seated himself.  Mark went into trance and Yada came through and began his lecture but the noise of the fan annoyed him.  He inquired as to the source of the noise and was told of the warmth of the room.  He then asked us to turn off the fan.  This was done.

Yada then said a mantram while making certain passes with his hands.  The window curtains, which had been hanging motionless but a moment before, billowed out with the incoming, cooling breeze.  Dr. C got up and put on his coat, the room cooled off, Yada resumed his talk, and the fronds on the palm trees outside still hung as motionless as before.

During one meeting a man who had been attending the lectures for years, and who should have known better, suddenly pulled a camera out of his pocket and began snapping pictures.  Nothing was said about this either by the controls or anyone else.

Several months passed without this man mentioning the pictures.  Finally someone asked him how the pictures came out.  He replied, "I must have forgotten to take the cap off the lens. All the pictures were black."

Many of us know that the cap was off the lens.  Normally these pictures should have shown something other than blackness.

 

One evening the lectures were attended by a Mr. Fred Rannenberg and his wife Pearl.  When Yada came through he greeted Mr. Rannenberg in the Yu language.  The greeting was of some length.  Later the audience was told that in a past incarnation Mr. Rannenberg had been a Kata (priest) in Yuga.  He was not a priest of the same order as was Yada, but of an order that did not shave the head.

One of the most impressive incidents which shows the controls' ability to manipulate matter is demonstrated by the following:

 

A group of men, all of them educated in physics, were desirous of obtaining some inside information about the UFOs.  This lecture was not entirely devoted to this subject but included others as well.

 

Two tape recorders were recording the lecture.  Both were not touched by anyone after they were started.

This group of men, trusting to the recording tapes, took few if any notes.  They concentrated on what Yada was saying at the moment.  After the lecture was over some of them wanted to play that part of the tapes that contained the information on the UFOs' inner workings.  They found that both machines, although they had recorded all the rest of the lecture, and both had been running all the time without anyone touching them, had not recorded one word concerning the inner workings of the UFOs.

 

Who Is Yada?

Grok 3 rendering of 'Yada' whose 'Yuga' civilization 500,000 years was in the Himalaya mountains

 

 

Let's at least ask this question before we get lost in adoration of another personality.

Yada is not a who but a what!  "Who" means personality, persona, mask wearer; a form that dons a mask and a label.  His "whatness" is beyond our sensory comprehension for it is free of the wheel of sensory existence.

Yada has said this about himself, but with no idea that he is any better or greater than any one of us:

"First I will say that when I do not come out from myself, I am in a state of complete at-oneness with myself, in which I have no name, no title, no thought, no memory of other worlds, none at all.  The so-called physical world has no existence for me, I am simply aware that I am.  Not who is, just AM.

"I am in this state most of what you would call 'time.'  I come out of this state to be of service to my fellow man, to be of service to the universe.  Love makes it so.  Love, with me, is compassion.  I desire to so instruct as to awaken those who are ready to be awakened from their sleep state, the state of not knowing they are gods.  Then they can spread the word to others who are ready to hear it and realize it.  

"You see, this is a kind of selfishness on my part perhaps, because I gain from it.  I gain a greater light, a greater state of peace; because no motion is made without a countermotion.  No cause is started without endless effects, that spread out and out from the center of the creation until eventually it all comes back upon itself.  This is the law of life, the law of consciousness.

"The state of oneness in which I dwell is an aspect of the Creator's nature.  It is a reality, but a reality without dreams.  Because no form is created.  That creative self dwells in the marvelous Light of itself.  This is the Creator at ITS highest existence.  Such a marvelous state that when I realize it and am at that moment functioning in a body, I get enveloped with tremendous joy that sometimes brings me to tears. 

"Now, you are the same.  You are not removed from such a different state of consciousness than I am.  Not really!  You see, the difference between you and me is that I know this state of being, l am aware and you are struggling to know it.  You may be aware that it possibly does exist, but you haven't experienced it yet.  However, in some periods of creation that you lose yourself, you can touch upon it and realize it.  You then lose the lower self, this hypnotized ass that believes in realities and nonrealities.

"That is the only reality there is when the in-dweller becomes aware that he is the in-dweller, that he is the Eternal One."

Yada tries in innumerable different ways to explain how we got trapped in the hypnotic dream and how to extricate ourselves.  He presents himself as an ancient (in our terms) personality only because we cannot communicate directly with the essence of energy.  Only such an essence can clearly and precisely see the human situation and comment on it without emotion and sensory entanglements.  Let's consider again this often quoted cryptic phrase: Just as I am what I always have been, so I am becoming what I already am.

 

In other words we are unrolling the scroll of ourselves a little at a time.  Becoming is not becoming perfect for perfection is a dead end.  There is only becoming more and more ourself.  Also, that which man calls deity is not perfection, but the vaster side of ourselves which is ever becoming.

Now, when we expand our consciousness into other levels of our vaster self, and we attain a certain portion of that self, we automatically contact our other aspects that are already operating on that level, and they try to acquaint us with that portion of ourself.

 

There is a certain amount of similarity between the ME that is being rescued from my own stupidity, and the ME, my advanced aspect, that rescues me.

These rescuers become aware of those who want—or let us say, not so much want as need—by their character, by the feelings they send out, they want to break up the old dream.  They want to come into something more intelligent, something more constructive, something that shows them there is a wider field of life than what they had been wrapped up in earlier. 

In this way we constellate our "saviours" or rescuers out of our own psychic bank.  They are always our own advanced aspects.  The only reason there seems to be a separation at all is because we follow a sensory time sequence.  As a fragment of our whole self, we learn ourself a little bit at a time, and only to the extent of individual capability.  When such is forced by occult practices, there is disintegration of the personality.

Yada comes in response to need.  Without that need he would not fit any more than the airplane in the covered wagon era.  So his coming and sharing his discovered gems of life is a way of releasing our own unconscious knowledge.  For no aspect can really graduate from the earth and leave unattended the hurt and bleeding parts of itself strewn along the path.  Neither can it interfere.  It can only compliment the offerings of individuals, and the only offering worthy of compliment is individual effort and desire.

When we listen to Yada we are listening to our own wisdom, for he is one of the many lifelines we have thrown down to ourselves.  He is that wider understanding toward which we are struggling. 

"I could come to you as a blinding pillar of Light," he says, "and you would all fall down on your knees, your hearts would palpitate, your eyes bug out, and your jaws drop down to here — and you would learn absolutely nothing.

"So I come to you as a showman, little Yada, to communicate reasonably according to the rules of your hallucinated dream.  I am a consciousness just like you.  The only difference between us is that you have your skin on."

Whenever humanity is in great need and has come to an impasse in its own psyche, when it unconsciously hungers and cries out for deliverance from the blackness of its own ignorance and despair, then it creates from its own wholeness the personality or personalities it needs to help it come alive again to its own wisdom.

Yada is not communicating from the world of the dead!  But from the world of the living!  Death is ignorance for the dead know nothing.  The so-called dead are trapped in an ante-room waiting to plunge back into the physical dream.  The dead are the boring communicators of a seance room where banalities, trivia, platitudes, and inanities are exchanged.  The dead mind is the mind not yet free of the wheel of matter.

Yada says, "When I am with you I feel a great concern for my fellow man.  But when I leave you and 'go home' to the center of my being, I do not even think about man.  Because I see nothing to be separated from."

We live in ignorance of our own splendor, of the magic of our own organisms, and of the splendid reach of our faculties.  We do not suspect the millionth part of the powers we possess and constantly exercise.  We build a future with the magic tools of consciousness while still asleep in a hypnotic dream.

Yada struggles to express the unspeakable in our limited terminology.  He often warns that by dragging limitless concepts down into the narrow, official focus of the physical world, there are bound to be distortions.  The best we can do is to intuitively grasp the boundless reach that lies behind the pinched and narrow grubbing of the words. 

"I speak English words, English sounds," he says.  "You take these sounds and word symbols and translate them according to your individual understanding into wisdom or nonsense.  That wisdom or nonsense is in you, not in me.  For you made the translation."

He continues with a bit of humor, "Wisdom cannot be given directly from one to another.  All I can hope to do is to ring bells in your head and you say, 'Aha!  The spook just gave me some wisdom.'  But I gave you nothing.  You gave it to yourself by a recognition of what you already know.  For if you do not already know it, how can I teach it to you?

"I come to you and say that I have lived on your earth 500,000 years ago.  But if you will stop and think for a moment you will laugh, you will laugh loud, long and happily.  For you will know that there is no such time."

I am Yada!  You are Yada!  Listen to the wisdom, the magic essence of your own being.

 

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This Blogger's Observations:  After personally reading numerous channeled transcripts and nonfiction case history books about transcendental communication, something noticeable to me is how both this researcher's perspectives and those quoted of 'Yada' don't necessarily correspond to my literal perceptions.  The description of 'rescuers' and a 'fragment of our whole self' can be considered in a variety of ways and it would seem certain that each individual human being is dependent in manifold ways upon other people functioning throughout society not only for fulfilling the requirements of physical sustenance yet also mental sustenance because—as Yada is quoted in another recent blog article—"For all life is born out of action.  The moment man ceases to act, in that moment he is indeed truly dead."  The individual's actions and activities have the purpose of allowing him to have the freedom to engage in activities that fulfill his emotional and intellectual needs with the recognition how these can vary between people due to what has been learned and experienced throughout one's personal interactions and opportunities during daily life.  

 

It would seem that each conscious being is an iota (or 'fragment' of the All That Is) and it is through interaction with other individual units / 'fragments'—and with the spiritual Oneself directly for ones who've developed their metaphysical / cosmological understanding—that oneself experiences love.  Regarding the recent series of 'The Paranormal Initiation of Bel John As Everyman' articles at this blog (Summary Article), the Reddit post shown below is an example of how this blogger attempts to help people to find more stimulating information and activities for their minds than engagement with the mostly useless and unrewarding commercial entertainment choices most often promulgated to American consumers by corporatocracy.

 

 

The mystery of synchronicities between channeling case chronologies was recognized by myself as seeming to be even more complex than previously conceived as I shared a spontaneous and staggering realization in the aforementioned series of blog articles chronicling a contemporary 'chosen one' / 'everyman' (in relation to all other people / 'fragments' / 'personalities') for the present grim phase of Earth life and the so-called 'Z Generation.'  Shown below, the puzzling predicament is being shared once again.

As previously mentioned — Top: This image of John showing him during a skit in one of his YouTube videos is especially curious in comparison to the portrait of 'E Yada di Shi'ite.'  I'm seen in the Malibu apartment for the Ruth Webb talent agency when I was around John's age and was employed as a sub-agent.  I'd purchased the vestment while on vacation in London and it became my favorite relaxation attire.
  

 

 

As an epilogue, current findings about the scope of the observable cosmos are described.

 Made from over 1,100 images captured by NSF-DOE Vera C. Rubin Observatory, the video begins with a close-up of two galaxies then zooms out to reveal about 10 million galaxies. Those 10 million galaxies are roughly .05% of the approximately 20 billion galaxies Rubin Observatory will capture during its 10-year Legacy Survey of Space and Time. Credit: NSF-DOE Vera C. Rubin Observatory

 

    

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