Learning From Marilynn Hughes & Wellesley Tudor Pole 

     Flowing on from my post concerning what I learned from Bruce Moen here are some more references in my long journey to discovering the depth of consciousness in what I loosely call ‘myself’.  Sometime in the mid-nineties I came across the books of Marilynn Hughes, Crystal River Flowing and Odysseys of Light.  Published earlier in the decade I now cannot recall exactly how or when they ‘arrived’.  But their descriptions of projection and traveling were vivid and intriguing.  There is much I could reference but I will stick to the following from Chapter 5, “The Disaster Team”.

     “After expressing an interest to my teacher about what those on the other side do at the scene of big disasters where many people die, I was sent to cover the disaster team.  Suiting up in sliver boots and a silver helmet, I joined a group of spirits who helped victims of se aeroplane disaster, earthquakes, tornadoes, car accidents, fires, and all types of traumatic, sudden-death situations.  Everyone in the crew manifested the boots and helmets for the sake of the souls crossing over, as in the confusion of fires and wreckage, physical familiarity was the key.  Manifesting in a physical way captured the attention of dying souls still in shock.

     The disaster crew works non-stop, as they are whisked from one disaster to another across the globe.  They feel it when they are needed and quickly will themselves to the site.  Their job is to pull the dying souls out of the mess and hand them over to their spiritual guides, as there is always a lot of wreckage, smoke and physical obstruction.  The souls who have died are usually quite disoriented and do not realise they have passed on.  They can’t seem to see past the wreckage to where they need to go. We handled about 15 disasters on the night I worked with them, as they are constantly going from one location to another.”

    She then goes on to other scenarios and the book, in the form of a journal covers many situations, including going backwards in time to deal with karmic issues and situations.  This reading would be about five years before I came across Bruce Moen’s books and website. 

     Also around this time, as I searched Toronto’s bookstores, of which there were many in those days before the big box phenomenon squelched the diversity we’d become accustomed to, I came across the work of Wellesley Tudor Pole.  All his books are of great value to those interested in esoteric spirituality and psychic abilities.  In “My Dear Alexias”, a record of letters (between ‘63 and ‘67, not published until ’79) between him and his pupil Rosamond Lehmann, herself a psychic and channel, I came across this intriguing reference from Sept7/63:  Amidst a discussion of several matters of mutual interest, he pops this in:

     “Your optimism about the outcome of our joint effort came as a refresher on returning from receiving many of the Zurich plane victims into our Refuge Station.  Sometimes I am borne into the ground by the burden of seeming pain and tragedy, the fears and loneliness of the countless those with whom I am called upon to deal.  Well, well, that gives you a splendid opportunity to get your own back by castigating me for an outburst of shocking self-pity.”

     In another letter from Sept.10 he adds at the end this comment:  “Much love and sympathy as always. Out Refuge Station is involved in this latest air-crash near Perpignan.  All English except the plane’s staff.”