The Seventh Direction

By Daniel Clay

Mystics and sages are generally highly enlightened beings who choose, at great risk and discomfort to themselves, to incarnate for the benefit of humanity. They appear to be like everyone else, yet they often lead extraordinary lives while hiding behind a cloak of ordinariness.
This collection of vignettes from the life of Daniel Clay offers the reader an intimate glimpse inside the life of a modern-day mystic. You meet the child, the family man and the extraordinary seer. You learn about the religionist, the spiritual seeker, and the mystic. You are presented with phases of life that you will recognize in your own life. In this work are guideposts with which you can identify and use to locate your current stage of life and use such to enhance your spiritual growth as you tread the path of enlightenment.
This raw and honest appraisal will let you see how you may avoid mistakes and pitfalls and move toward fulfilling your own full potential. One of the most unusual autobiographies, this book is a view of the powerful latent potential that is within you and hopes to open you to the divine flowing through yourself and to set you on the path to achieve all of the blessings and rewards life has to offer.
This book ultimately shows just how common the uncommon is and encourages you, the reader, toward the realization of your own full spiritual potential.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Archway Publishing
• Release date: May 4, 2023
• ISBN: 9781665743761

Daniel Clay

Daniel Clay is thirty-eight years old and married with no children. He lives in Hampshire in the UK. ‘Swap’ is his second novel.

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When I met Daniel Clay for the first time, I saw his eyes. They were sharp and soft, welcoming and secret, they were a world of their own. Then I discovered the man behind these eyes (as far as anyone can use the word discover for the universe that is Daniel Clay. You feel happy if you can pretend to know just a little bit of him.) He comes from the Light and he goes to the Light, and everyone who approaches him receives a part of that Light.

Daniel Clay’s mission (being a lighthouse showing the proper way) began when he was a very young boy. By the power of prayer he was able to cure, to heal, to help, to give strength and love around him. Since the age of seven, when he has something to say, he did and will say it because this ordinary man with extraordinary eyes and irresistible smile has an extremely important message to deliver. It is a message of confidence in humanity, but it is a warning too. We are on the edge of a new era which can be an era of a better humanity, or the world of evil. There is no fatalism, only a choice, and Daniel Clay urges us to make the good one. Our world is inextricably bound to its mankind and this one is now obliged to evolve from the single cell to the pure Light.

From time to time in our history, a man comes upon this earth with the mission to give warning and show the way to his fellow men. Sometimes he is heard, sometimes he is not; but what he has to say will happen anyway. Nothing is more remarkable than the ministry of these prophets because they come amongst us in times of violence, doubt, or great selfishness. They are quiet people, they have no doubts, they don’t care about being loved or even understood. They speak by the Will of the Lord.

As for Daniel Clay, he has to communicate for humanity’s sake for a greater spirituality and consciousness. When all the spirits will be bound together, whatever their religion, it will be the beginning of a new world: a world of consciousness.

It does not mean, of course, that the future is totally predictable; the human evolution escapes to all calculations: but what is predictable is this unification of the spirits and the irrepressible raising of the thoughts.

That is what Daniel Clay has to say and, in my opinion, it is the essence of his message: humanity has to believe very strongly in its destiny, and its destiny has a meaning. There is no place for doubt, no place for disenchantment, but a total faith in the human intelligence, human reflection, human invention, human vitality. If not....

Anyway backwards will lead to chaos.

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Catherine Hermary Vieille

French Author

It was 1995 when I met Daniel Clay. Invited with about 30 other people to come hear him speak, I realized who or what Daniel Clay was when I saw the first of many healings that would occur during the years that followed either at his command or merely by being in his presence.

This work is a masterful account of someone whose early childhood was normal yet anything but normal, someone who carried memories of previous incarnations with divine gifts already present at a very young age yet had to live the normal life of childhood, someone with utter humility as he grew into manhood yet with an unmistakable realization of the grave responsibility of his mission as a harbinger of the New Epoch.

I have stood with Daniel Clay for many years and have witnessed several of the events that are shared in this work. Allow me now to share with you one event that happened very recently and is not mentioned in these writings.

It all started with a late-night call from my brother in New Jersey, Mom and Dad’s house is burning, and the water tanker cannot make the turns in the driveway. There is no way to get water to the house to put out the fire! They are just going to watch it burn down.

I hung up the phone and collapsed onto the sofa. My forty-year collection of memorabilia and items personally owned by Elvis Presley and Bruce Springsteen was about to be destroyed. I was heartbroken.

As a last hope I called Daniel Clay and asked him to please help and pray to the Divine to save the room where my collection was stored. He said, Of course, I will pray for you; I will do so now.

All I could say was, Thank you. I felt weak and defeated. All the time, efforts and funds spent on the collection was about go up in smoke.

When I woke up the next morning, I had the dreadful chore of booking a flight from Florida to New Jersey to be with my parents who I knew would be completely devastated by the loss of their home. They had lost everything: cars, clothes, antiques, paintings, photos, family heirlooms. The only thing left were memories.

I gazed upon the skeleton of our beloved home. Every window and glass sliding door was smashed or blown out from the intense heat. I moved cautiously inside. It was dark, damp and dreary, and it smelled like smoke and charred wood. Turning the corner, to my surprise the door to the room that housed my collection was closed and untouched by the fire! How could this be!? As I opened the door I almost fell to my knees. Everything I had stored in that one room was spared from the fire! The Divine had heard and answered the prayers of Daniel Clay! Truly a miracle had occurred!

Jim Haas III,

West Palm Beach, FL

CONTENTS

Life Is for the Living — A Few Words from the Author

Introduction

Early Memories

Speech Precedes Memory versus Memory Precedes Speech

The Influence of Parents and Grandparents

Clarity before Passing

The Ox Yoke and Pole Ring

Invocation and Evocation

Names Are Power

The Laughing Buddha Sings

The Gift of Transference

Cow Kick

Orange versus Grape Soda

Failure Is Success

Haunted House

Lightning Struck

Possibilities

Religion and Superstition

Shoe Store Psychokinesis

ESP Statistics

Backgammon

Like Everyone Else

My Incarnate Teachers

The Evolution of My Work

Don’t Rain on the Party

The Snowstorm—An Evocation of Intelligent Energies

Tornadoes

From Limited to Unlimited

Hereditary Psychics

Blood Stopping

Thump! Thump!! Thump!!!

Like Father like Son

Preventing Assassinations

Auras

Harnessing the Element of Fire

Putting Out Fires

Take Neither Credit nor Blame

More Healings

Exorcism on the Mountain

Sylvia

PSI Day

Golden Orb

Desk Lamp

Human Radios

The Ankh

A Lesson from Unseen Elders

UFOs

The Exorcist House

Jump-Starting a Car

Saved by an Angel

A Visit from Yogananda

Hearing Thoughts

Electronic Devices

Praying for a Sign

Mitakuye Osasin

Kung Fu Training Past and Present

Manifest Destiny

Promise Unfulfilled

The Prophecies

Initiation

The Throne

Wine Cornucopia

Living in a Haunted House

Fréjus

Winds of Fréjus

Rain or No Rain

Eastern Customs

Reincarnation

The Drought

String Theory?

Spirits Are Subject

Exorcism of Oppressive Spirit

Invoking Saint Patrick

A Mother’s Day Gift to the Family

Frédérique’s Heart Healed

Quadruple Bypass Surgery

A Friend and His Father

Cancers Healed

Dog Instantly Healed

Vacuum Cleaner Healed

Rain in the Philippines

The Seventh Direction

About the Author

LIFE IS FOR THE LIVING

— A FEW WORDS FROM

THE AUTHOR

Jesus answered them, Is it not written in your law, I said, Ye are gods?

—John 10:34 (KJV)

Humility makes sharing stories about myself difficult, and this is exacerbated because I seldom spend time reminiscing. Our time upon this earth is short, far too short to waste it dwelling on the past or dreaming about the future. The lessons of the past must be remembered, and the hopes of the future must be nourished, but life is best lived in the singular moment of now.

Autobiographical accounts certainly must focus upon and examine the past, but they need not be tedious. Despite how renowned autobiographies are for their capacity to be less than interesting and strikingly dry, I have decided to write one. With this in mind, you may well ask, why write an autobiography?

This has not been written to preserve a legacy, nor has it been written to wallow in exploits and accomplishments. In truth, much that most people would consider accomplishments or life achievements worth preserving has been omitted. It has been intentional that many exciting or even sensational mundane events have been omitted in the writing of this autobiographical work; likewise, some less-than-exciting events have been included in this telling of a life, which is still being lived. This has been done with you, the reader, in mind.

Some readers will ask why I share information about my family and childhood. Most spiritual teachers say very little about their early years. In fact, it seems that some spiritual teachers and leaders intentionally obscure their early years to make themselves more mysterious and venerable. I want you, the reader, to see my humanity. I want you to see that I am like you. If I can obtain self-realization, then you can. If I can obtain enlightenment, then you can. I, the writer, am like you, the reader. You and I, we, are ordinary. You and I, we, can experience the mystical in our humanity. Self-realization and enlightenment are not reserved for the special people. These gifts are open to all people.

Hopefully, in more than a vain attempt, I have been able in the following pages to show you the ordinary in the extraordinary and the extraordinary in the ordinary. My childhood memories are shared to show you the ordinariness of my life—an ordinariness that we all have in common. As I share these aspects of my personal life, it is my hope that the reader will realize that both the ordinary and the extraordinary touch everyone’s life—and specifically their own life. It is my firm belief that we all live both ordinary and extraordinary lives and that we are all capable in this life, in this moment, in the here and the now, of achieving both self-realization and enlightenment.

I write this work not to preserve my past but to encourage you to fully create your future. Life is for the living. You have unlimited potential. Go live!

INTRODUCTION

Paradise lost is not found. People search for it constantly, but they do not find it. Heaven and happiness are hidden in a place too distant for most people to find. It is hidden in their own hearts, and people are unwilling to look there. The heart is too dangerous for inspection. It reveals the shadows that lurk in our souls, and people do not want to confront their lesser angels to find their divinity.

People like me do not usually talk much. We certainly do not share our secrets. In the era of explicit tell-all biographies and autobiographies, we have remained silent. We carry a secret so deep that even in the age when people proudly proclaim their sexual orientations, their gender identities, or the dark secrets of their rapes and abuses, we remain silent.

The Appalachian Mountains have, for centuries, harbored secrets. Quakers, Scots, Irish, Native Americans, and occasional slaves hid in the mountains and united to become the mountain folk of Appalachia. Among the hidden people are the mystics of Appalachia. Among our own people we are known and accepted as the people who keep the old ways. The rest of the world is usually unaware of us, and they seldom hear about us.

We are usually quiet. Outsiders know very little about us because we usually keep to ourselves. We are born as we are, but everyone in the outside world seeks to change us. Every religion loves to hate us—unless they can claim us and use us.

Our kind are everywhere among you. We are of all races and creeds. We are those whose parents say, Be quiet. Remember that we have to live in this community. We are celebrated as saints and shunned as witches. Religions condemn us if we are not their own. Religious leaders decry us and incite others against us using ignorance, fear of the unknown, and anger to control their followers. Or they claim our gifts flow from the god they worship if it suits their purposes to prove the dominance and superiority of their religion.

Even our friends abandon us. They may proclaim they have found God and abandon us in their zeal, but the truth is far different. If they learn what we are, if they realize what we see and hear, then they fear the monsters that lurk in their souls will be revealed.

Everyone has demons that hide in the recesses of their beings, and most people hide them with varying degrees of success. The last thing anyone wants is a friend who knows the shadows that fall across their troubled hearts. It is easier for most people to hold the delusion that they are really good people, and that life is a happy journey, rather than face the reality that they fall short of their potential and that life is suffering. Such is the foundation of great faiths like Buddhism, Judaism, and Christianity.

If we assume the mantle of the religious communities of our homelands and learn to speak in the correct parlance, then we are accepted and respected. If we fail to do so, then the fundamentalists of whatever religion is dominant will persecute us, make fun of us, or call us the spawn of Satan. Sometimes they will follow us, persecute us, deny us, and then proclaim we are one of their own. We are made saints of their limited little religions—poor Joan of Arc.

It is the religious zealots, a superstitious lot, who condemn us the most vehemently and embrace us the most tightly. They reject and decry us, but they come to us in their hours of need. We are faith healers, seers, saints, sages, and the crazy people you avoid. We are those born spiritually gifted. We are those who remember lives past. We are those who are willing to blaze trails into the future for you.

But you barricade those trails. You close the paths. You refuse to take the paths to self-realization or enlightenment, and you block the way for others. We, at great risk, come to be shining lights. You push us and push us, and if one of us falls into the darkness, then you dance for joy thinking you have saved a soul. You have not. You have snuffed the light in the darkness and celebrated in the ignorance of your delusions.

This is a world where everyone seeks to be middling. Mediocrity is celebrated. To be average in this world offers more security than being creative, gifted, or different. It was into this world I was born.

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EARLY MEMORIES

How can we call childhood memories early memories when we watched the building of the pyramids, Stonehenge, and Göbekli Tepe?

Again and again, I have been born in the swirling blue mist of time immemorial. In the monasteries of China of centuries past, my master trained me, a rambunctious youth, in martial arts. Although I had the title count in several incarnations, I entered this life without prestige or privilege—although honors would flow to me, as the soul is magnetic beyond the constraints of time.

My mentors in centuries past trained me in the esoteric sciences. My mentors in the present opened the doors to my not-so-forgotten past and empowered me in this life to self-realization and enlightenment—journeys that befit all people. The former is beneficial for practical reasons in this life, and the latter, seemingly impractical, is most beneficial in the eternity of life. Enlightenment is a journey usually retraced by mystics and masters each time they incarnate. It is a journey that most people avoid at all costs to the detriment of their own beings.

My journey begins as I spin yet again through the blue mist and enter a family that surged into the American middle class in the postwar boom of the 1950s and 1960s. My father, who was of Welsh royal stock, was raised in poverty, as were most rural Americans of the 1930s and 1940s.

It must be remembered that America has always been a land where opportunities abound, but it has also been a land of poverty. Until the 1950s, about 45 percent of the population lived in poverty. The postwar boom raised the standard of living, and during the 1950s, lowered the poverty level to about 30 percent.

The grave poverty of the past is subsiding in America, but the disparity is growing between those who have too much and those who have too little. Both live in their own self-imposed hells, imagining their counterparts to be in a nonexistent paradise.

I was born in the 1950s into the new world of prosperity and hope. It was a time when the future appeared bright, and everything seemed possible if you were part of the American dream. My journey in learning about this world began as quickly as I could distill the English language out of the many languages floating