Hi All,
Ive never really introduced myself properly as, what do I say? So, hopefully it will be okay with Becky and Lee I'll use my own Book Of Shadows as an introduction which hopefully may inspire others also encourage some debate and ideas on the contents.
This book was wrote in 2005\6 and progressed through the years. Covering very small incidents to major spiritual incidents. Some would probably be looked upon with doubt, If I hadnt been there and experienced it myself I honestly would have some doubts over the contents. Fortunately on the major incidents there have been witnesses who shared the experience with me thus providing me with an alibi. I will copy my spiritual path onto this page bit by bit, but as it was handwritten in my book only making changes to peoples names as I have not yet sought there permission to be named publicly.
Hopefully the contents will not be offensive to open minded people like ourselves, if they are I apologise in advance. Hopefully by the time the complete book is copied onto site no one will have called for me to be taken away to a padded cell. Lol.
Anyway, I hope that this will, especially for those treading their first paths into spirituality enlighten them a bit or at the very least make them realise, they are not alone.

Anyway, Who I am ;

History Of My Spirituality

As a young child I was sent to Sunday School at the local church. It was fine playing with toys etc, until story time. The other kids sat and listened intently while I was fidgety, impatient, bored and really, really wanted to go home. The story was from The Bible.
As I grew up and went to Primary School years after my first and last encounter with church Sunday School I always ensured I missed the Xmas, Easter etc church services. As a teenager and until the time of learning, when I recognised my spirituality, I had always questioned the Bible etc. The stories just never sat true and comfortable with me. Most old, large and established religions in my opinion (at the time of writing this) serve three purposes;

Control of population by fear
Control of population by the promise of heavenly afterlife. Imagine the anarchy if everyone thought this was the only existence there was.
Materialism; Any large constitution with such a high profile is a money making endeavour. And as is the same with any such structure, the higher up you go, the more money is involved.

This progressively got worse to the point that if I had to go to church\chapel today I would have began feeling uncomfortable from this morning. Anybody who has beliefs in this system then I respect that but on a personal basis I could not live with this and had been questioning most of my life about my existence.
This led me to re-incarnation although it did not feel completely right, it did sit more comfortably than religion.

A theory I was running with on re-incarnation consisted of;
Anybody who died but only for a minute or so report they have saw the light. A bright light up ahead as they are drawn towards it. Is it possible that as one body dies the soul\spirit is transferred into a baby’s body in the womb minutes before birth? As a baby travels down the birth canal to be born the only thing it can recognise\see is the bright light of the new world it is about to enter at the end of its journey.
For every single human being on this planet from day one to present all to be different from each other seems to be an eternally high number. Also at the point of being brought back to life a person will report of a pulling away from the bright light to the point of fade out. Does this mean the soul\spirit is settling into the newborns body ready for life again but is hastily recalled due to mans intervention, i. e. bringing someone back to life in a hospital with electroshock paddles. Would this explain why there are stillborn babies. A body cant exist without a soul. Can it?
These are theological and metaphysical thoughts that transpired on my path to spirituality.

Once when I was a child I really wanted a chopper cycle. This cycle had a very comfy high back seat, high handlebars and a three speed gearstick which was situated on the crossframe. I wanted this bike so much that by November in my sleep I was actually riding it and changing gears to suit the hills and roads I was on.
Xmas morning finally arrived and there it was a nice new chopper bike. Magick. For me!
Was I at the age of twelve tapping into my unknown spirituality even then to get what I wanted. There is no such thing as coincidence.

Dreams

Over many years there was two dreams that were clear, very clear, very real and re-occurring. The first being;
I would be standing on the grass about ten feet away from a cliff edge with a hundred feet drop to the ocen that carressed the rocks. The sky was blue with a few puffy white clouds and the sun was shining brightly. I am wearing jeans, t shirt and a windcheater\bomber type jacket. There is quite a strong breeze blowing. I open my jacket and hold it out in my hands like batwings. The breeze is a wind is a wind trying to push me back or lift me away. I lean forward into the wind. So much so that the wind now holds my balance as I am at the point where you would normally fall flat on your face. I begin to get a very strange giddy feeling from the top of my head. It all felt so real. I begin to lift off the ground. I am now in a vertical position rising off the grass. The wind is still blowing and I am about 15 feet off the ground. I look down under and beyond my feet to the ground with a feeling of exhilaration. I still have the giddy feeling in my head. That is where the dream stopped. Every time.
The second re-occurring dream was of me walking along a pebble\stone beach and up ahead there was something out of place on the beach. Upon approaching it I realize what it is. There is two tracks like rail tracks but with no sleepers running from the top of the beach and down into the water. Upon these tracks sits a “plane”. It seems to be a home made effort with what appears to be like an old style orange (fruit) crate\box to sit in and supported on top of that by struts is one wing about eighteen foot in length.
This wing, like the Wright brothers style, is a rickety wooden frame with coloured canvas filling the framework. The colour is red and black two foot wide stripes. There is a man with an orange\red crew neck jumper on. Thick like a fisherman’s. He has a wooly fisherman’s hat on, the same colour. Blue jeans and black wellies. He has an orange curly beard and orange curly hair that peeps through from the edge of his hat. His eyes are quite large, round and brown. His skin is ruddy and weather-beaten but he seems friendly.
He tells me to climb in and have a shot. I do. The plane begins to trundle down the rails. The vibration travels through the whole plane. Just as you expect it to fall apart it takes off. Lifting off the rails and into the air. This is where the dream stops.
Interesting that both dreams concerned flying and also both dreams were so realistic. Even more so was the giddiness feeling in the top of my head.
The giddiness feeling was there for almost a year constantly lurking in the background then it faded and returned occasionally.
At one point I did consider going to the Drs. Years later I decided to bring this feeling upon myself and this is where my journey began.


© copyright 2010 Soaring Bird aka Steve Miller

The Journey Begins
Upon meeting Moox (name changed for purpose of protection) we instantly struck a very high communication level. By e-mail we started discussing Spiritualism, Theological Theory, and talk of dreams, distant galaxies etc were not uncommon.
Moox explained to me the basics of spiritualism and as I listened and questioned intently and intensely I realized my normal everyday life and nature has always been spiritualistic. There was so much that tied in with spiritualism. Within me this may be the answer I have been looking for all my life. I am spiritual.
I told Moox about my dreams and also the giddy feeling in my head.. She explained to me what that was and that I should go with it rather than suppress it. I had been suppressing this feeling. Probably fear of the unknown. I said I would try it. Days went by. Our communications continued to grow. Our ideologically expanded completely covering all sorts of areas. My curiosity grew and grew. Until one day sitting in my Maintenance Workshop (at work) during a quiet spell I decided to bring the feeling on. The idea was that if this was a medical condition and I brought on some sort of stroke then it would not be long until I was discovered. So it was decided I would give it a try and go with the flow, come what may.
This is where my journey began. I sat back in the comfy chair. Stared at the grill on the fan heater. Went into a daze and let the feeling in the top of my head grow.
Suddenly I was not here. I was there. I was in a very futuristic city. It was immacutely clean with tall buildings that had rounded corners, rather than sharp ones.
All the buildings were white, cream or very light grey. The surface of these buildings were very polished looking and smooth like enamel but to touch, your hand melded on the surface and became one with it.
There was what looked like windows on the buildings but they weren’t transparent glass more like reflective chrome but without the depth and strength of reflection.
Beside me was a female with collar length black hair. Flat and straight. We were standing on what I suppose was a thoroughfare. There was no pavements, no kerbs, no roads. It was all the one clean surface and was light grey in colour. Bluish grey.
Looking ahead we could see the horizon and beyond which hanging in the sky was a large orange planet and upward to the left was a small silvery white planet.
Overhead there was a mass movement of transport. Whatever they were, they were almost circular in shape. I could “feel” them more than see them. There was absolutely no sound.
Next I was looking at the fan heater, sitting in the workshop. My stomach had seriously flipped leaving me feeling queasy and I was light headed too.
After that, time and order became a bit hazy. I felt like a snowflake swirling around in a blizzard only to land and find myself embodied in a full scale avalanche.
Since this event where I opened the door to my Inner Higher Self, the places I have seen, the places I have been, beggars belief.
Images I have saw in full waking state consist of people (possible conspirators against state induced religion or they were a religious free group, sitting in an old stone basement of a castle or keep somewhere in France. The clothing is poor of an old potato sack type cloth. Course and rough. They are a scattered group sitting on stone steps\blocks listening to a man who sits on a small barrel. He is early thirties, has a sharp nose, brown straggly long hair, and he leans forward talking and gesturing with his hands. He is so very very wise and his words carry absolute truth. The group listen intenslely, hanging on to his every word, every syllable.
From this small basement room there is a flight of tall steep stone steps leading up to an arched heavy oak door. Within this small basement room there is a slot in the wall where a brick once sat.
Within this slot sitting in the centre is something very bright, yellowish\white light, so bright you cant see what the actual object is.

Another vision was of me leaning forward and downward from a horse to kiss my beloved of that time and place. The setting was within a small celtic or scottish village. Straw and mud huts around us. Grass and hills in the background.

In another vision I was walking with a female in a park in present day time which was 2006 at the time of writing this. Or was it maybe in 1980. I don’t know. In the background the buildings are very New York style.

Another was on an Indian campsite. I was standing talking and laughing with an older Indian on one side of a tepee and I knew by “feeling” Moox was at the other side out of sight and with our baby son. The site was a small clearing in a pine forrest. Moox shared that vision with me and we followed it through. The next image saw fire, smoke, death, panic and pandemonium. Moox saw herself on the ground covering the baby to protect it and also her death here with me holding her in my arms then lifting the baby.

Moox believes her name was hastily selected by choosing a crystal. It wasn’t. When I was told that Moox was her name I readily accepted that as her present day real name so easily as I already knew her as Moox. This was her Indian name at that time.

An image I received was from inside an “apartment” from one of the buildings in the futuristic city I had been to. It was immaculate like an Ikea advert. Very sparse and had a very large “window”. It was from the image that I was talking to Moox over the webcam. This and the Astral Flight to the planet when she told me about a painting a friend of hers had done. I had told her that in the sky was a large orange planet and a small silver planet. She asked me what colour and style the female’s hair was. I tried to describe it to her then she set off to get the painting. When she returned I was holding up a sketch of the hair. It was exactly the same style and colour as the painting Moox was showing me.
In the painting was Moox’s friend, herself and myself, but in different bodies on this futuristic city\planet.
The eyes of myself in the painting gripped me and there is something more there but as of yet I cant quite get there.

Another astral flight I had was when I was flying about 100 ft above a wide dark bluey\purple river that had high canyon walls each side of me that soared way above the height I was at. I “flew” downstream to where the canyon walls stopped and the rivermouth widened and joined the “sea”. Again everything was bleakly dark. The “sea” was bluey\black but had slow lolling waves like mercury. The sky was black. It was only days later that I fully realised. The sky was black. No stars, no moon, no clouds. Just black. This was not of this planet.

© copyright 2010 Soaring Bird aka Steve Miller

Happenings

I was in my own house at the PC in the playroom. I had been on the PC for about an hour with just the sound of silence to accompany me.
All of a sudden my daughter’s toy pet shop started squawking bird noises which it is designed to do if you touch it. I had not touched it. The suddenness of noise caught me by surprise.
“Oh very good, that was a good one” I said knowing full well that a spirit was in a playful mood. Possibly mum who had passed away seven months previous?
Nothing else happened until I set the PC up to process a program while I tidied up the house. This process involved a 5 click procedure to start.
I could have wasted an hour as I tidied up the house expecting the process to be complete by the time I was clear of housework but, and this was 2hrs after the original toy incident but minutes after I had left the room. The Pc was still waiting that fifth click to start processing. In my haste I had only completed four of the five click procedure.
I thanked the spirits and clicked on the PC and the process started. Devine Intervention!

While preparing for my move to Somerset to live with Moox, I had prepared my CV at work ready for typing up on the PC in my workshop. Having been quite busy I returned to the workshop, collapsed in a seat and thought, “Sod it. I’ll get the CV later” but as I picked up a book and prepared to read it the PC sounded an Attention tone. Nobody near it and no reason to do so. This PC was not connected to Internet thus had no E-Mail alerts.
“Ok, Ok, I’ll do the CV just now” I said and went over to the PC and completed it. Before that day and since that PC alert sound has never happened again on that PC. - Confirmation

© copyright 2010 Soaring Bird aka Steve Miller

That's lots of personal information that you shared, SB! It feels like we've known you for years!!! Thanks for sharing your life's ups and downs from the beginning which helps us understand the real you and what kind of good person you are!

Hi Becky,
Its good to get back on site with the 'family' again. Like you said it feels as though we have all known each other for a very long time. Almost as if we have been here before. (Long before the site or internet even).
The spiritual history for those that read it is how I came to be the person I am and who I am, I guess. But, when I first became spiritual if it hadnt been for my mentor I may have found some of the events a bit frightening so hopefully any newcomers to spirituality will be encouraged reading through this in the discovery that never, have I been harmed by spiritual presence on my paths journey.

Big Hugs
Soaring Bird

Moox’s
My first full week living with Moox proved to be very interesting indeed.
When sitting in bed talking we both felt a presence enter the room. The experience of a presence was nothing new, but this one was different. It not only came in close but made physical contact with us.
I initially felt the coldness on my upper arms and torso. Upon contact it was a cold clammy feeling on the skin as if you were having a cold sweat. Not the nicest feeling in the world but an experience all the same.

Whilst playing guitar in the Living Room one day I noticed from my peripheral vision there was a shape in the corner by the door. Looking up I expected it to disappear. They usually do. This time it did not. There stood in front of me, during the day and quite clearly a young man.
He had shoulder length straight hair. Fair or brown in colour. He was a young man aged about eighteen to twenty two. The name Tom came through clearly enough. His face had some freckles under his eyes and down his nose. Although this could have been dirt. His appearance was of a Victorian chimney sweep style. Wearing tweed like box jacket, collarless shirt and waistcoat. All dirty and grubby looking.
He just stood there staring. He had a stern or sourly face. Then he was gone. I have not saw Tom since. When I described Tom to Moox she recognised him as one of her guides though up till now she had not known his name.

One night while sitting on the floor with Moox talking I noticed over her shoulder on the wall a golden yellow ball of light appear then it was gone. I looked to see if there was anywhere this light could have been reflected from. There was none. I had just seen my first orb.

Another night I was sitting in bed making a roll-up while Moox was at the toilet. Out of the side of my vision I saw a distinct and heavy shadow of a cat trot by the bed with its tail straight up in the air and the end of its tail bent over hook like in the direction of its head. This was one of Moox’s cats that had passed over to the other side a few years previous which she confirmed by saying it had damaged its tail.

© copyright 2010 Soaring Bird aka Steve Miller

Thanks for trusting us with such information S.B, Becky is right, feels like we known you for ages, thanks for staying with us, P.S hows the book doing?

Lee.

Hi Lee,
The intial 100 went very fast. Apart from 18 that I kept back to forward to publishers with thw possibility of expanding outside Corby and Glastonbury. But I still have them. If you remember the dream was to get one book on a bookshelf in Glastonbury, well I did that, and a bit more. Thus the dream was surpassed then. All the intitial drive which was fanatstically supported by everyone on the site then left me.
I never pushed the book beyond that. I loved the experience and learning that came with it, meeting people in the shops in Glastonbury and chatting to them about the book. The mmeting the Book Vendors who were all very helpful. Getting feedback from people verbally. It was great. But the dream was achieved and I just didnt feel any urge to progress from that point.
I still have the eighteen books. Maybe one day I'll get the 'feel' to proceed but I just dont feel it yet, if you know what i mean.
I also lsot my email addy when I moved house which meant the addy in the book was uncontactable. Maybe that was a sign.
Ive now started writing the second book, which is my Book Of Shadows, basically a spiritual diary of mine over the years. All of the events being true from the mundane to the unbelievable.
Some people think our spiritual experiences should be kept to ourselves for various reasons but I believe others may gain strength from sharing experiences. Some of it is highly susceptible to ridicule by non believers but right or wrong im just putting the truth out there for others to judge for themselves.
Hopefully you dont mind but this is what i have been posting on this thread. i suppose its a first copy in a way.
There is a bond within this site, a feeling of belonging that I think many if not all would agree. It does make me wonder, do we all know each other. have we previously all met in some spiritual level. Either way its a good feeling and its genuinely nice to be here.

Hugs
Soaring Bird

HELP
This was and still is one of the most shocking things ever to happen to me in this life cycle.
Moox was upstairs having a shower and had suggested that I could do some sketching. I sat on the couch with her A3 size sketch book and was intending to do a sketch of one of my Guides who resembles the cat people.
I did my first stroke of lead on paper and it was wrong. I just sat staring at the white on the paper and began to see a shape. I was in daze but my hand was scribbling and shading quite fast while my left arm was shaking.
When finished the first thing I noticed was the mess of my hand and arm with lead all over it. Then I looked at the drawing and thought, “That’s quite good, not bad at all”, not truly realising what had just occurred.
Just at that Moox came in and asked,” How I had got on” I quite innocently showed her and said not bad. “Oh my God she exclaimed and jumped back from the drawing putting her hands to her mouth and began to babble about having to do things. I thought this was a very strange reaction to a drawing.
Moox then asked me all about the drawing. The picture was of an alien life form looking forlorn and lonely. I said I didn’t know. She asked me to open up with my feelings and go there, so I did.
What I got was the feeling of horrible loneliness. This was a being who was lost in an inky blackness with no sign of hope or life. It had been there for thousand of years, if not longer. Alone. I didn’t like the feeling, it was horrible.
Moox asked one of her Guides to locate and help this being out of the blackness and back to where it belonged.
After that Moox and I sat and talked and sketched for a while. Then she asked me to go back and see if the alien had been rescued yet. I didn’t answer as I really did not want to go there and feel that again.
She asked again after a few more minutes and knowing that I could not ignore her request forever I reluctantly agreed

It was very late and I was tired so I didn’t expect anything to happen and if it did I expected it to be of the same horrible feeling. I sat in front of the picture and began to open up. What happened next was totally unbelievable but true.
I saw a little bright light in the darkness getting nearer, bigger and brighter then it hit me like a tidal wave. I felt very single particle of me, of my being, my very soul getting swept over with total absolute joy and elation. All the way through me. It was so strong it physically made me recoil slightly. I was so happy I almost cried. I felt the tears in my eyes but felt total joy in my soul. She\he had been found.
The feeling was so emotional and overpowering I had to break away. I would give anything of myself to feel that again. It was not a human feeling in origin. It was way beyond that. Id never felt that way before and sadly probably never will again. But I will never, ever forget.
But Moox,I, and our Guides had saved this lost soul. And it felt great. We hugged and kissed with joy.
Even now writing this I get goosebumps on my arms and feel sadly happy with tears in my eyes. The Alien was male in species but communicated in feminine style thoughts.She or He was home. She or he will always be special to me.
And this all started from a drawing of an Alien and within the scribbled background was the word, HELP.

© copyright 2010 Soaring Bird aka Steve Miller

Thanks for the formal intro, it shows to us that you have faith and trust in this site, good to see you back with us, i should also send my sorrys to, its been a mad few months for me, now that the weather is typicaly changing and as we head into winter again im sure things will pick back up.

curveball

Hi Curveball,
I was wondering how to introduce myself but in a proper spiritual manner. Its quite hard to fully explain in such a way that people can see clearly how you come to be the person you are spiritually. Questions like, what happened to make you this way, what strengthened or proved your beliefs, What do you believe? etc. So, I thought it might actually be easier to run with my Bof S which more or less covers it for me. Also it might be of value spiritually for someone out there who is maybe just opening up to spirituality and wondering what is going on.
When I opend up, everything happened so fast. It was more on the spiritual experience front. Half the time I was seeing, feeling or doing things that I didnt quite understand. Luckily I had my Maker to fall back on and guide me through that time.
Some things at the start did actually unnerve me a bit until I discovered what was really going on. My true learning did not properly arrive until a bit later when I went through a quiet spell on the experience front which allowed me time to catch up on what the experiences actually were.
I hope everything settles down for you Curveball and you manage to acquire some freetime for yourself.

Hugs
Soaring Bird

Thats great that you share you information with us, i always felt i knew you in some way anyway, isnt it so strange how we all seem to have a bond between us on erp and one that i think will always be there.

Hi Foxy,
It is strange Foxy, its special in the fact that the bond is shared via this site in so many countries across the world. Its a very very nice way to be.

Big Hugs
Soaring Bird

Signs

One day while Moox and I had just got in the car with the radio on discussing the obstacles and challenges that lay ahead regards moving in together when just at that point the radio began to play “Nothings Going To Stop Us Now” by Starship. There is no such thing as coincidence.

That evening I was saying about how strange some of the things that happened were. I finished by saying, “Next I’ll be hearing voices”, when as if by cue the telephone answering message came on even though no one had called!!!

As I said there is no such thing as coincidence. Moox gave me present of my very own pendant. I first used it to indicate the yes sign. It practically kicked into life then swung in the direction to indicate such.
This is Magick.

© copyright 2010 Soaring Bird aka Steve Miller

Hi Angela,
Good to see you back too. I wouldnt worry about Winter too much. Its a wonderful time of the year for Spiritual Work and learning to be caught up on. And as you said, ERP we'll keep us all going till the time of rebirth in Spring again.
Then theres Hallows Eve fast approaching.
Keep warm and keep well.

Big Hugs
Soaring Bird