House of the Ancestors

By Tony Crisp

The door was of very solid construction but easily opened with the key. It led into a large area with much the same feeling as the floor above – old and empty but not ruined.

Then suddenly, as if he were a caretaker or butler, Lurch, the character in the TV series in which he plays Frankenstein’s monster, stepped out from the shadows. I observed him without feeling any anxiety, and noticed he had a large kitchen knife in his belt. I asked him why he needed such a knife, thinking that perhaps he might threaten me with it. He said that there was a large puma that sometimes jumped out on you unexpectedly from the shadows, and you needed a knife to protect yourself. Having said that he handed me such a knife, knowing somehow that I had come to explore this house of my ancestors. The suggestion in handing me the knife was that I killed the puma if it leapt on me. Then he and I started to walk into the shadowy areas of the house to begin my search.

We had only gone about ten yards into the dim space stretching before us when a very large puma leapt on me. As I felt its impact on my chest I held it firmly in my arms and realised that I had no intention to kill or hurt it. Its head was close to my face, and with surprise and love I could see that, although it had the face of a big cat, it was the face of Dakota. The puma was, I saw, her beautiful and wild sexual love for me, and an embodiment of her spirit self ready to share the journey into the house of the ancestors. So I put Puma down, and Lurch, Puma and I walked together into the darkness.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tony Crisp
• Release date: Aug 19, 2011
• ISBN: 9781452471921

Tony Crisp

I have been writing since the age of 18, having now about 40 books published. Mostly about the mystery of being human and the life of humans, their dreams, passions and the wonderful opening to the MORE that we can all achieve. I have worked and taught in many parts of the world, and seem to be, at 83, still exploring and discovering. I hope my writings share that with you.

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House of the Ancestors

Tony Crisp

House of the Ancestors

Copyright © 2011 by Tony Crisp

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Contents

Introduction

Chapter One – The meeting with Shaun and the thin line between life and death.

Chapter Two – Seeing death in Shaun’s face and finding what lay beyond.

Chapter Three – The love affair with Dakota.

Chapter Four – Birth of our son and the entry into the House of the Ancestors.

Chapter Five – The experiencing of a past dwelling place and resurrection.

Chapter Six – The widening of the world that Shaun showed me.

Chapter Seven – It comes together in a new realisation of my part in the world and my history.

Introduction

This is a straightforward account of my experience of Shaun, Dakota and all the other people mentioned. I have changed all their names to avoid embarrassment. But I have not fictionalised at all, so any of the descriptions are as real as I could describe them.

If you have never lived beyond the boundary of your senses, what I describe may be difficult to believe. But as science now tells us, our senses show us an unreal world, and reality is there to find beyond our usual perceptions. Not that I claim to have found it.

The few picture are Shaun in the first one; Tony in the second; My Lovely Puma third; and Dakota’s eyes.

House of the Ancestors

Chapter One

It was Shaun. He was the one who first led me over the edge - the edge between life and death that is.

At the time I had gone back down to Devon to cook for a group in the place I used to live. Having been my home at one time the house had a lot of associations. Walking into the place was a very strange experience. It was a big building. Before my wife Gillian and I turned it into our home it had been a dancehall, and prior to that a commune. Some of the residents during the period it was a commune had torn the place apart leaving it almost like a shell. So just about every part of it now was an expression of my physical labour, and the enormous energy Gillian and I expended to transform what was a wreck of a building into a home; but even prior to that I had a long association with the place. Its crazy environment had been a doorway for me through which I had been able to enter into the task of dealing with the emotional and psychological crap that I had unwittingly built into myself.

And it was a place that Shaun had loved, perhaps because of the very atmosphere mentioned. He loved it so much that when he died he asked for his ashes to be spread on a nearby hill overlooking the Bristol Channel.

With all those memories the building had for me you could say the place had ghosts. In fact one person from way back in my life still haunted the place. It was Paul, who had come to live with my wife, Gillian and I for a while and stayed 14 years - and he was still living in the place. Paul had come to be involved in the work of self-renovation that Gillian and I supported. And Paul and Shaun had been old buddies too. So when Paul in sharing his news with me, and in our sharing of news to bring each me other up-to-date, he happened to say that he had walked up the hill to pay a visit to where Shaun's ashes were spread. He said that while there he had talked with Shaun. That really intrigued me because Paul, as far as I had previously believed, didn't have the inclination of believing in an afterlife. In fact, when I asked Paul what he had talked about with Shaun, he clammed up and went on to talk about something else.

So during a break in my cooking duties I walked up to that wonderful view over the ocean, above Wildpear Beach, where Shaun's ashes were scattered. It was a beautiful July day with clear air and sunshine, and I could see right across the Bristol Channel to Wales.

It didn't seem too strange for me to be standing overlooking the sea reaching out to Shaun. He and I had spent many hours talking and exploring the hidden side of life; so I asked him, without speaking aloud, what life was like for him now. I took on a listening attitude and it really seemed that words flowed into my awareness. I felt that Shaun was saying to me, This place is like one big mirror. Every direction I look is a reflection of me. If I look up, there I am. If I look down, if I look sideways, there I am. I don't mean I see an image of myself; what I mean is that everything around reflects who I am, what I feel, or even what I hide from myself. So it is a real challenge, like a continual learning process.

I asked him what he was learning from that.

Learning? I know I said it was like a continual learning, but I suppose it's more like a continual experience that whatever I am creates the world I live in. That's what I meant about wherever I look I see myself. Everything around me reflects my mood, my stupidity - it's difficult.

But I was curious to know what he could see of me from where he was. So I said to him, What does my life look like from where you are now Shaun?

The words that came flowing into my awareness were, I can see that you are going through a period of rapid growth. Because of this, by the end of the year, you will take a new direction. It will be like looking along a new road that you have never previously taken - quite a new direction for you.

Because I was wondering whether I was making all this up I thought that what had been said might be one of those generalisations that you could never quite be sure whether it was true or not. But then Shaun went on to say, When that change comes you are going to meet somebody who will be part of the new direction. She is waiting for you to meet her. She has been waiting for some time. In fact she is here with me now.

That really made me sit up, and so I immediately broke into the conversation and said, If I am going to meet her, how can she be with you, you're dead!

That didn't faze him at all. He said, "She is