Into The God's Light

By Timothy Noble

Without warning my world spontaneously dissolved into a space of bright light, where I was conscious yet unconscious, a condition that lasted anywhere from several seconds to several minutes – I really have no idea – but when it was over and conscious awareness of my surroundings returned, I somehow knew things I hadn't known before. What I suddenly "knew" was the world was going to change in huge and dramatic ways. I had a part to play in it somehow, and to prepare myself for this uncertain future I was supposed to find a teacher.

So began my journey into God's Light. My search for a teacher-led me to a woman unlike any human being I had ever met, someone who would guide my spiritual development for over 20 years. Her name was Lady Enubi, and her incredible connection to the beings of Light and to God Himself led me to experience things that some would say are impossible or simply don't exist. Thanks to her, I learned that they did.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Timothy Noble
• Release date: Nov 7, 2019
• ISBN: 9781999201609

Timothy Noble

I am not a spiritual expert by any means. But God did see fit to lead me to the right place at the right time, and what followed was a series of experiences I could not have conceived of. With His blessing, I have learned what it means to serve His Light. I grew up in Vancouver but relocated to Montreal after graduating from the University of British Columbia. Returning to Vancouver some years later, I soon departed for a yearlong world tour through the South Pacific, Asia, the Middle East, and parts of Europe. It was in India that I had a chance meeting with a spiritual guru who amazed me with his abilities. This may have been the spark that ignited my interest in things spiritual, which began to take shape a few years later and eventually led to my association with Lady Enubi. As of this writing, I live and work at Eagle’s Nest Resort just outside the very small community of Anahim Lake, British Columbia, where I am part of the management team.

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My Experiences with a Modern Day Mystic

Mystic:

A person who claims insight into mysteries transcending ordinary human knowledge, as by direct communication with the divine or immediate intuition in a state of spiritual ecstasy. (Dictionary.com)

Where one life stops and the next one begins, I wasn’t sure. I just hoped it could be done without actually dying. As I said to my good friend Carsten before I left Vancouver, I have no wife or family, no money, no discernible career, no social life—I might as well have adventure.

And that explains my move to Anahim Lake. A tiny hamlet in the middle of nowhere and either very cold or infested with mosquitoes, it’s not exactly my dream climate. But here in the center of the Chilcotin Plateau is a wilderness that Europeans drool over, and most British Columbians are unknowingly describing when they talk about their province’s SuperNatural beauty.

But it’s much more than that. I came here because it was the only place I knew where I could pursue the spiritual journey that I had toyed with for two decades at least. It was here where the person I long ago chose as my teacher resided, whom I knew could help me get to wherever it was that I was supposed to go, even though she both frightened and occasionally irritated me.

If that sounds conflicted, it probably is a little bit. I was looking forward with excitement to the adventure, but not looking forward to it at the same time. That’s about as honest as I can be. I had felt that way about Lady Enubi since the moment I met her, and it didn’t change much until the day she died. I don’t suppose you can ever really be friends with your teacher, so there’s always a distance. Although I greatly respected her, I can’t say I enjoyed the anxiety attached to not knowing what personal frailties or spiritual demons I might be forced to confront on any given day, or with the diplomatic necessities that were an undeniable part of the relationship with her. It certainly wasn’t easy being around her, but the rewards were great.

However, having said all that, I can truly say I’ve never met anyone like her and don’t expect I ever will. Thanks to her and her awe-inspiring connection to the Beings of Light and to God Himself, I have seen, felt, and experienced things that most people would say are impossible or simply don’t exist. I knew they did. And I wanted to learn more. So off to Anahim Lake I went.

The Journey of a Thousand Miles

Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.

— Albert Einstein

My journey started long before my decision to move to Anahim Lake. In fact, it all really began for me on a sunny Sunday morning in 1984.

It was July, and I had recently moved into a postage stamp-sized apartment after having had a falling-out with my most recent roommate over his shoddy treatment of his girlfriend and his dog (he loved the dog but not so much the girlfriend, who deserved better). Sunday mornings are a wonderfully lazy time to immerse oneself in a book, and this particular Sunday my book of choice was Out on a Limb by Shirley MacLaine. I had been mildly interested in this spiritual stuff for a few years, and was finding Ms. MacLaine’s book a good read.

As I contentedly lost myself in her story and the warm sunlight pouring into my tiny kitchen, suddenly and out of nowhere I experienced what can only be described as a blinding flash of light. Without warning my world spontaneously dissolved into a space of bright light, where I was conscious yet unconscious, with no thoughts at all and seeing only light, a condition that lasted anywhere from several seconds to several minutes—I really have no idea. But when it was over and conscious awareness of my surroundings returned, I somehow knew things I hadn’t known before.

What I suddenly knew was that the world was going to change in huge and dramatic ways, and that I had a part to play in it somehow. Oh it was bigger than that, but an easy summation of the feelings and knowings that had suddenly materialized within me was difficult to come by. But there were several things that I was clear about—these momentous events, whatever they were, were going to happen, and to prepare myself for this journey I was supposed to find a teacher.

I paced around my apartment in tiny circles as I tried to fathom the magnitude of what I had just experienced. I couldn’t do it. Over the succeeding months I began to look into prophesies and predictions of the future from a variety of sources—the Sleeping Prophet Edgar Cayce, the oral histories of the Hopi people of northeastern Arizona, the mysteries of ancient Egypt, Nostradamus, even books that prophesized a polar shift and predictions based upon the movement of the stock market. What I found was an amazing confluence of thought. Basically, the consensus seemed to be that the world was going to change in major, earth-shattering ways in my lifetime.

And apparently, I was supposed to be ready to play a part in it.

I was so overcome by this revelation that I was near vibrating with excitement for months thereafter. Every friend I had was subjected to some rendition of my newfound worldview loosely entitled, Can’t you see what’s going on here!? until their eyes started to glaze over and their gaze headed off into space somewhere over my shoulder. It became a familiar pattern. And I’m sure they all wondered what the heck had happened to me.

But once I finally calmed down there was one small piece of business I still needed to attend to: finding a teacher.

This proved to be a lot simpler in theory than in practice. I had to start somewhere, so I began attending lectures on spirituality, went to tarot card readers, took seminars on various methods of harnessing my inner knowing, visited an assortment of psychics, healers, and life improvement experts, and generally struck out at every turn.

Finally I decided I needed to start learning something somewhere, so two years later I settled on a course called "Meditation and Spiritual Awareness" offered by the Psychic Society of Vancouver. At this point I wasn’t even looking for a teacher anymore, just trying to get a basic start on figuring out how to meditate, a skill I figured I’d probably need down the road.

The course itself was fun. We learned about auras—holding our arms out wide around other people and slowly moving them inward until you could feel with your hands the energy of their auras. And using pendulums, which were just heavy objects tied to a length of string that would answer questions for you by spontaneously spinning either clockwise or counterclockwise. Then there was telemetry, where you held objects in your hands to see what you felt from them.

And we meditated too, although this process was still a bit mysterious to me. I felt I needed to reach some sort of transcendental state, and so practiced at home, imagining myself walking down a staircase into an altered state of consciousness, until slowly I began to feel as if I was finding a peaceful spot where I could at least say that maybe, just maybe, I was meditating. But it didn’t feel like much so far.

The course was interesting enough that I went on to take "Meditation and Spiritual Awareness II." Now I was really starting to get into it. At one point we talked about past lives and had a guided meditation where a cassette tape produced by some sort of past life expert was played, and he guided us toward seeing a past life that was, as he said, in some way important to us. I didn’t expect much, if anything, to come out of it, but as the cassette tape was played and the speaker guided us into an appropriate meditative place, lo and behold I suddenly and without warning saw a vision of myself in another place and time!

I knew immediately that the place was Pakistan and the time was several hundred years ago. I could see a street market with its many thriving stalls, but what was more amazing was that I could hear the sounds and smell the smells! It was incredible! I seemed to move from scene to scene, and next found myself inside a large and luxurious residence with stone walls and floors, brightly colored tapestries, and comfortable furniture. There were no people around, but I knew this was a familiar home. It was the place where I worked. I was somehow in charge of the household. I could begin to feel myself as I was then. A proud man with a neat black beard, I was conscientious and perhaps even a bit severe.

I next found myself at the harbor —Could this be Karachi? I wondered— looking out at the masts of the sailing ships. I was waiting for someone. I realized it was my son I was waiting for—someone I was very, very proud of. Suddenly the whole thing came to a pointed and final conclusion. The realization hit me that my son in that lifetime in Pakistan was actually Susan, my ill-fated girlfriend who had swirled around my current life decades ago during my twenties, and someone I still love to this day.

Now it all made sense. Now I knew why I had always, from the moment I met her, felt so close to her—like we had known each other forever. And now I also knew why it wouldn’t go away.

It was an amazing experience, unlike anything I had ever experienced before. And if there had been any doubt about my life’s direction up to this point (and throughout the many years of my meandering existence there had been plenty of doubt), there was nothing that was going to hold me back now. Whatever lay ahead, I absolutely had to charge forward into this spiritual unknown that had been unlocked for me. It felt like there was no other option.

Little did I know what that decision would mean.

Marianne

A man should look for what is, and not for what he thinks should be

— Albert Einstein

One evening during the second course at the Psychic Society we were doing a meditation. It was no different from many other meditations we did, but somewhere in the middle of it I began to feel warm. In fact I kept getting warmer and warmer until I was actually sweating. What the heck is going on here? I thought to myself, Why is the room getting so hot? Finally I had to open my eyes and look around for the