Diversionary: E.S.P. Accounts

By Joseph Lawler

This is basically a story of my awareness through some kind of a portal, where time and space, can be traveled through by a person or some part of a person, and my encounters of going through the particular portal or portals.

I try to relay to the reader every facet of my experiences, and for a catalog period of over 20 years. And if it weren't for the astral consciousness that I was understanding by finding books in the library on the particular subject, I might not have been able to improve my ability on the matter. The astral realm set some kind of basis to me which was defined to the undefined and now this new frontier can be solidly entered by mankind to find insights. This is no new subject. From bible times to the days of old, these encounters have been witnessed and noted, and all the reader needs to do, is take a sincere effort to condition themselves for these experiences maybe. Just like the old saying, "If you don't succeed at first, try again." This book is not necessarily designed to improve the individual of a social standing, but by reading it, they might be able to keep peace with themselves. In regard to diet, I would not suggest eating or drinking anything that is poison. Are you ready to read this book?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Newman Springs Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jan 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9781684988426

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This is a story of my dreams, and visions, and also my sightings, which would signify to me as mystical, if I don’t write it down when I remember, I will forget.

Going back to about 1980 when I hurt my back. I always was a very active person, skinny and very strong for my size, and I always carried myself in good posture. I was raised in the church, and all I ever knew was the belief. When the back was bad for about the first 2 months, I will use the expression, I knew I was not the same man. Getting around was very hard to say the least, between doctor’s visits, I had to do something to occupy my time so one day I drew a self portrait of myself, with pencil and paper, of my face. A few days later, being very depressed of being almost helpless, having the mattress on the floor for support of the back, I turned over to my side, the fireplace I built a few years before, I faced, and built of rugged field stone, the texture of the stone I was facing suggest a face, and of myself, why? I knew my head was in the right place as far as thinking, I also knew the texture of that rock could have been there for 1,000,000 years. Why did I see that rock at that time? and why did it resemble my face? I don’t know. Also considering the self-portrait I drew of myself in pencil at that time, the image was as clear as the drawing. It was like some part of me was in that old rock. Could God be trying to tell me something? possibly. And I was also aware of something that I didn’t see, the spirit. That was an old rock. I did not know the spirit or the spirits at that time. Using an example of a car engine, something was firing top dead center, and man did not cause that image on that rock that resembled my face in my opinion.

The Stars; so far away. How did they get there? for man to see? where is the most star action in seeing the stars by eye? I still don’t know where all the constellations are. The big dipper the North star like a gold nugget in a Prospectors Pan.

The Snapping Turtle; Remembering the snapping turtle coming up laying the eggs, and the dream that same night. When I was up my place in the country, this dream being very early in my mystical experiences, which I would call, some part of me, going through space and time. Back about 1990, I had a dark and gloomy dream. It seems I was going through weeds and small trees looking up on the sides and in front of me.

When I got up and happened to look out the window, I saw a snapping turtle laying her eggs, and it went through what I just described in the dream.

The Tornado

While visiting over at mom’s apartment, months before She actually moved, she suggested to me I will be glad when your place is done, because I will be able to move in with you. And to me that was music to my ears, because I would arrange it as soon as I could. And we talked it over probably for 2 months before I actually moved her out. And She did tell me She would need to give them notice at the apartment that She was moving. So just as we planned, she would move at the time She wanted, and we agreed on. This tornado was before my Mystical writings, also before any Visions.

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