Author Archives: Carol Chapman
Author Archives: Carol Chapman
I recently received a message from a reader, asking me about the 40 Day Prayer. The reader wanted to know how to use it in an emergency as a 40-HOUR Prayer. The 40-Day Prayer is one of the powerful prayers in my latest book, Have Your Hearts Desire. Here is part of the message I received:
I bought the kindle version of hearts desire and noticed the 40 hour emergency prayer but no reference on how to do it in an emergency situation.”
OK, the 40-hour emergency prayer. First, 40 days is always best. If you’re intending to do the prayer in 40-hours, because you don’t want to bother doing it for 40 days, or you want results immediately, you might be pushing your subconscious which works in mysterious and subtle ways. As I said in Have Your Heart’s Desire, with the subconscious you can’t expect the same results as with the conscious mind. With the conscious mind, you can add this to that and get a consistent result.
The subconscious is more powerful than the conscious, but is also as unpredictable and as uncontrollable as a dream. Therefore, if you really are not in an emergency, I’d go with the 40-day prayer to allow the subconscious mind to work in its own way.
However, if you really are in an emergency, then follow all the directions for the 40-hour prayer as for the 40-day prayer, such as:
You may want to set an alarm to wake you every hour during the night or, you might consider praying it every waking hour. Check in with your intuition whether to wake yourself through the night or not.
You didn’t mention if you’re doing the Manifestation Prayer or the Forgiveness Prayer. If it’s the Manifestation Prayer, remember to keep your words positive.
How does the 40-day (or 40-hour) prayer work? I don’t know. I only know it has worked for me and for others. And, that Everett Irion, who created the prayers, was a devout student of Edgar Cayce’s psychic readings. He said he received his inspiration for the 40 day forgiveness prayer in a dream.
In addition, I also know that the Manifestation Prayer is based on the Law of Attraction. One man who used it, and received great results, emailed me to say that he thought it worked on repetition – that the subconscious makes a new thought pattern or habit through repetition. It makes sense that since thoughts create, the prayer works by repeating the same thought over and over again. That could be it.
Remember, don’t expect anything to happen until the 39th or 40th hour (or day) or even 41st. Furthermore, if you don’t get what you were praying for, note what you did get. You may get something better. Even if you can’t see any results at all, Cayce did say that when you don’t get what you want, it doesn’t mean that God has not answered you.
I hope this has helped.
Jean C. Keating
Pulitzer-Prize nominated author of Beguiling Bundle
“A fascinating story that makes sense as the basis of our religions, Arrival of the Gods in Egypt delves deeply into the mystery of Atlantis and our souls’ beginnings on earth. Chapman expertly weaves the tale of a little known Marion apparition with an intriguing quest to discover evidence of Atlantis in the land of the pharaohs. By doing so, she reveals our true relationship with the Universe and offers hope for the future.”
Co-moderator, The Edgar Cayce Forum
“Unknown for thousands of years, amazing mystical evidence of Atlantis found in the pharaohs’ tombs plus the metaphysical mysteries of Mary’s appearances make this a page-turner of a book so exciting readers can’t put it down.”
Midwest Book Review
“Ancient Egypt is of endless appeal to those fascinated with history, with so many remnants of their culture and not even modern Egyptians truly understanding the significance. “Arrival of the Gods in Egypt: Hidden Mysteries of Soul and Myth Finally Revealed” is a wide reaching anthology of stories focusing on Egypt and the spiritual and occult connotations that many find in the culture. Discussing everything from the Egyptian creation myth to the origins of the Egyptian pantheon, “Arrival of the Gods in Egypt” is a must for anyone in need of an Egypt fix.”
(C) Midwest Book Revivew, 2008
Carol Haenni, PhD
Author of The Holy Women Around Jesus
“This fabulous story of the soul, mind and body, moving through a world where space and time are irrelevant, brings us face to face with the root races of humankind as they change from light beings to androgynous beings to mixed beings to human beings. Chapman takes us to Edgen, Egypt, Maya and places where apparitions of the Virgin Mary appear. Magnificent!”
Rapid City, South Dakota, US
“I recently read When We Were Gods and am finishing up The Arrival of the Gods in Egypt. To say they were positively fascinating would be an understatement, and the ring of pure truth in your somewhat unconventional ideas was simply unmistakable. My life will never be the same, and I now look at the world is a whole new way.. . . Thank you again for your time and for your wonderful, uplifting books that have given me so much to think about.”
Archives Specialist, Edgar Cayce Foundation
It was a joy to read and be taken on an adventure that felt excitingly familiar, believable, and comfortable. Through your writing, you brought me into a timeline of another dimension and I emerge smiling, knowing. You are truly blessed, and through your writings…bless others. Thank you.
Joan M. Kelchner
Reader, Carlisle, Pennsylvania, US
“In Arrival of the Gods in Egypt book Carol refers often to passages in When We Were Gods. Her references sparked my curiosity so much, that I sent for her earlier book. Between the two, I found enlightenment about Biblical references. Such as, “Disobedience was the original sin. Lack of humility, which kept us within God’s will, caused the Fall.” The Fall was us going from a vibrational state to a physical state and becoming trapped in the physical. Our longing to go Home (Heaven) is the desire to become a Light Being, a vibrational being again. Wow!
“When Jesus says, “I died for you,” he meant taking on the death of becoming human. He took physical form to show us “the way” out of the physical and back to the freedom of a Light Being. Amazing! I never understood that before! Such Love for humanity makes me feel humble.
“Your books clear up so much of my muddy thinking about Bible language and our origins. Also, reading about your experiences make me feel I’m on the threshold of something wonderful. A new way of thinking or perhaps understanding. I’m even beginning to understand the Edgar Cayce material more!
Thank you Carol.”
Co-author of Pawprints On My Heart
“Did winged serpents bring displaced Atlanteans to Egypt and the Yucatan to create their advanced cultures? In Arrival of the Gods in Egypt you will explore the possibility. The author has vivid memories of Atlantis and has followed them up with extensive research in this non-fiction history/mystery book.”
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Russian Aircraft and Egyptian Tank Trucks
Air Flight to Luxor
I felt happy to find indications that the Great Pyramid and Great Sphinx may have been built during the time Atlantis was supposed to have existed. I had also seen for myself that a very advanced civilization may have built these ancient ruins. Hence, I believed it possible that the images painted on the walls of the pharaohs’ tombs in the Valley of the Kings might illustrate the ancient Egyptians’ legendary recollections of that time. I also hoped that these tomb images might illustrate my memories of Atlantis. Therefore, our next stop was the pharaohs’ tombs in the Valley of the Kings.
Many tourists who visit Egypt travel to the Valley of the Kings on a cruise ship that sails down the Nile to Luxor. We would not have the time to take a leisurely sightseeing cruise along the river.
We flew to Luxor instead. When I think back on it, I am again amazed that everything worked out so well for us. As Hani had promised, his cousin in Cairo owned a travel agency, and he had arranged our travel. As this was an in-country travel agency, we naturally flew Egypt Air.
I found our flight to be a new experience. Most of our fellow passengers were Egyptians. And, they were almost all men. Except for a couple of young women tourists who traveled with husbands or boyfriends, our fellow passengers had swarthy skin, jet black hair, and looked like they might be relatives of that dashingly handsome and famous movie actor of Dr. Zhivago fame, Omar Sharif. It was quite a difference from the blondes, brunettes, and blacks of the United States.
In addition, Peggy and I found it just a little bit disconcerting that all the signs in the plane such as “Exit” and “No Smoking,” were written in large graceful Arabic characters, and, in equally large and prominent letters, in Russian. Under the Arabic and Russian we found very tiny English lettering.
This could only mean one thing. The Egyptian aircraft on which we flew was not an American plane. It was Russian! Nonetheless, the flight was lovely—comfortable, enjoyable, and delightful—everything a person would want in commercial airline service.
Because we flew at night, the lights in the cabin were dimmed. Although Peggy and I should have felt apprehensive or even sleepy, because it was such a new situation for us, we felt like children who have been allowed to stay up later than our usual bedtime. We talked with energy and animation over the roar of the engine for the whole flight.
Luxor at Night
We arrived in Luxor in the middle of the night. The men with whom we had shared our flight deferred to us with consideration and politeness because we were women.
Our driver waited for us on the tarmac in the spotlight created by a light on a tall pole. This was not a big bustling airport. We walked off the plane, down a moveable ladder, and picked our luggage out from a pile on the tarmac.
All the other passengers scattered, leaving Peggy and me alone with the driver who loaded our luggage into his vehicle, which he had driven onto the tarmac. I felt grateful to have Peggy’s companionship, thankful she had offered to come with me.
It must have been quite late at night because we did not pass a single other vehicle on what seemed like a long drive from the airport to our hotel in Luxor.
The name, “Luxor,” is often used to signify the entire area of Egyptian ruins at the location that used to be the ancient city of Thebes, instead of just the town of Luxor. In cases where Luxor is used to describe the entire region, it is common to use the location descriptions of “West Bank” or “East Bank,” such as “The Temple of Luxor is located on the East Bank.”
Both the Temples of Luxor and Karnak are located on the East Bank of the Nile. However, most of the burial tombs of the pharaohs are located on the West Bank, many of them in the Valley of the Kings and the Valley of the Queens. The ancient Egyptians chose to bury their dead on the west side of the Nile because the sun set, or died, in the west.
Cruise Ships in the Nile
As we drove from the airport on the West Bank to our motel in the city of Luxor on the East Bank, we crossed a bridge over the Nile River. Everything—the bulrushes along the water, the moonlit road and the black water itself—felt quiet and still as if we drove through a museum display.
Anchored in the dark water below, I saw the lights of dozens of cruise ships. Probably hundreds, maybe even thousands, of tourists slept in these floating motels.
It all looked so crisp in the moonlight. The air smelled fresh but dry even when we crossed the bridge over the river. In the headlights of the car, everything looked brown, including the low scruffy bushes along the road.
As we drove along in this unfamiliar land, I realized that, for the first time, we were totally disconnected from the safety of our umbilical connection with Mohga. We had felt nurtured and safe with her. Now, we were on our own. What would we do if there was a problem with the hotel? Who would we call? Who would help us? Who would care?
Compared to Cairo, Luxor is a small town. Once inside the town, we drove along an empty street that paralleled the Nile. In the darkness, we could only see sleeping buildings on our left and a row of palm trees on our right, which I assumed lined the river. Everything in this desert area looked brown, even in the city.
As we approached the hotel, golden lights that beamed through the glass doors beckoned to us. When we checked into the hotel, the attendant gave us the choice of paying a slightly higher fee for a room with a view of the Nile. We opted to pay the higher fee.
It turned out that I wasted my money because I never inhabited the room in the daytime when I could have seen the Nile from my motel room. Instead, I spent all of my time exploring the nearby ruins.
From Luxor to the Valley of the Kings
As prearranged, the next morning our driver arrived before first light. Streetlights at the hotel entrance lit up his car parked by the curb. The sky had lightened to a dark gray by the time we drove out of town.
The driver seemed especially anxious to get to the entrance of the Valley of the Kings as quickly as possible. Not having been there before, I did not understand why he appeared to be in such a hurry. I could only think that he wanted to get us to the antiquities site while the air temperature was still comfortable.
The Valley of the Kings is an area rich in ancient Egyptian artifacts, located between the towns of Luxor and Karnak. Many pharaohs who lived from around 1540 to 1075 B. C. were buried in this area. Of these pharaohs, the best known to modern people is probably Tutankhamen or King Tut.
Nobles and their families were also buried in this area, as well as pets. The majority of the tombs have been ransacked by grave robbers, Tutankhamen’s to a much lesser extent than others. Because he was a minor king during his lifetime, experts believe that the treasures found in his tomb are merely a glimpse of the amazing artifacts originally contained in other pharaohs’ tombs.
Although several tombs are closed to the public, the extensive abundance of Egyptian monuments leaves a plethora of tourist-friendly places.
Nearby is another area of ancient Egyptian artifacts named the Valley of the Queens, since it was the area designated as the burial ground for important queens, such as Queen Hatshepsut.
The drive from the hotel to the entrance of the Valley of the Kings site appeared to be much shorter than the drive from the airport to the hotel. Once at the entranceway we quickly purchased our tickets. Only a few other people, all men, queued up with us at the ticket window. Perhaps they were all tour guides.
As I turned from the ticket window, I saw something I had not noticed in the darkness of the early morning shadows. Crouched under the overhanging rooftop of the building that housed the ticket sellers loomed an army truck with a gun turret on its roof. The gun pointed at the parking lot. A couple of military policemen, armed with machine guns, hovered at the ready nearby.
Until this moment, I had dismissed the number of military police in Egypt as equivalent to the number of policemen we have in the United States, believing that I had become so accustomed to police in our own society that they have become transparent to me.
However, the tank-at-the-ready produced a shock that made me realize that the situation in Egypt is much more dangerous than on U.S. streets. Of course the pyramids and the many other precious archeological sites in Egypt attract throngs of people from all over the world, so there is need for heightened security.
At the time, I did not know that 58 foreigners had been massacred by terrorists at the Valley of the Kings in 1997. No wonder John had been wary of visiting the land of the pharaohs. No wonder the Egyptian government needs to keep a tank-truck and machine-gun toting soldiers at the ready at the Valley of the Kings. I appreciated that they did.
The sun broke through the palm fronds at the horizon and at the same time, I heard the grumbling of a bus engine. I turned to observe the stinking behemoth swing into the dusty road alongside the parking area. The tourist bus took its place behind three cars parked in front of the closed entrance gate. Our driver scurried up to Peggy and me. He motioned anxiously to us, begging us to hasten into his car.
At first I could not understand why he was so anxious. As our driver frantically motioned toward his car, I saw the reason for his alarm. Rumbling on the road from the Nile River, a convoy of tourist buses bore down upon us, the fumes from their diesel engines causing dust to plume in clouds along the road.
I realized that they carried the hundreds of tourists who had spent the night on the dozens of cruise ships anchored in the Nile. I felt thankful that our driver knew to get us into the queue ahead of the buses. If we had had to wait for all the people on the buses to get off, our delay before we could enter the archeological site might have become interminable. By the time we got into the site the desert sun would have been frying us alive.
We ran to his car and made it to the entranceway before the buses. We were some of the first people to enter the premises.
Ahead of us, we saw walls of barren desert cliffs, which surrounded a valley. Along the floor of the valley, dry gravelly pathways wound from the entrance of one tomb to another.
As I walked through the gate, I saw a sign saying that the use of flash photography was prohibited inside the pharaohs’ tombs. I felt happy that I had consulted a guidebook before I left the United States and so knew to bring film and lenses suitable for low light photography.
The Tomb of Thothmose III
Through research, I had learned that many of the images I sought could be found in the tomb of Thothmose III. Therefore, aware that the desert sun rose steadily in the sky, Peggy and I passed the crowds moseying along from tomb to tomb. Instead, we used the map of the Valley of the Kings in our guidebook and headed straight to the entrance of King Thothmose III’s tomb.
As king of Egypt, Thothmose III brought great wealth to the country. He conquered Syria and most of the Euphrates Valley. He was the son of Thothmose II and a minor wife, Isis.
Although Thothmose III became king when his father died, he had to share the position with Thothmose II’s royal wife, Hatshepsut. During Hatshepsut’s approximately 22-year reign, Thothmose III had very little power. However, after her death, Thothmose III ruled Egypt for the duration of his life.
Peggy and I knew that once the crowds arrived, the atmosphere in the tomb would become increasing warmer, both from warm bodies and from the gain in heat from the relentless desert sun. In addition, I did not want to have to deal with people standing in front of the images I wanted to photograph.
I am happy that we rushed ahead because of a detail I had not anticipated. Thothmose III’s tomb has a false floor built about a foot high above the original stone floor. My guess is that this wooden platform is built to keep the many shuffling feet from stirring up dust in the enclosed space. Therefore, instead of walking on the actual floor of the tomb, visitors walk on this false floor made of wood. It looked somewhat like an indoor boardwalk.
Although the wooden floor created a pleasant walking surface, I had not anticipated the bounce created by the wooden planks. Once crowds started to pour into the tomb, I found it increasingly difficult to take photographs since the wooden platform bounced as the visitors tramped through the manmade cave.
Since the walls of the tomb were lit with only one row of fluorescent lights placed at the level of the false wooden floor, the paintings were not lit as well as I had hoped. Even with my fast film, I needed a very long exposure time.
With all the people bouncing on the wooden floor, I could not keep the camera steady enough for a long exposure no matter how tightly I jammed my elbows against my sides or how long I held my breath. Even when I held the camera like a rock, the floor beneath me caused the image to bounce. When I looked through the viewfinder to focus the image it appeared as if I stood on a trampoline.
That first hour or so in Thothmose III’s tomb, during the time when Peggy and I almost had the tomb to ourselves, was the best. I saw many images that corroborated my memories of Atlantis.
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I’ll be speaking on: Atlantis and its Colonies in Egypt and Yucatan. Here’s the description from the flyer:
Why is the lost continent of Atlantis so exciting? The media knows they can grab our attention by announcing (yet again) that Atlantis has been found! Could it be that we resonate to news of Atlantis because many of us carry past life memories of our experiences in that technologically advanced ancient civilization? Although Atlantis has yet to be found, author and lecturer Carol Chapman believes that evidence actually exists of Atlanteans in Egypt and Yucatan. In addition, Edgar Cayce’s psychic readings for individuals with past lives in Atlantis reveals the fascinating story of the exodus of survivors from the sinking Atlantis to safety lands. In this workshop, participants will discover what the earth looked like during Atlantean times and how very different the people looked like then as compared to modern man. Questions will be answered, including:
To register call 434-242-7348 or e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org
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Table of Contents
Part I: Journey to the Land of the Pharaohs
1: Universe in Charge
2: Cairo at Night
3: Fat Karma and Death
4: Was It a Miraculous Healing?
Part II: The Gods Arrive in Egypt
Chapter 5: Panic in the Pyramid
Chapter 6: The Atlanteans and the Great Pyramid
Chapter 7: The Sphinx and the Woman with the Golden Hair
Chapter 8: Russian Aircraft and Egyptian Tank Trucks
Chapter 9: Who Was Eve?
Chapter 10: Scariest Memory of Atlantis
Chapter 11: Winged Serpents in the Pharaohs’ Tombs
Chapter 12: Light Beings in the Pharaoh’s Tomb
Chapter 13: Psychics, Mystics, and the Root Races
Chapter 14: Serpents, Root Races, and Myths
Part III: Encounter with a Goddess
Chapter 15: The Train Station and the Policeman
Chapter 16: Nighttime Pilgrimage
Chapter 17: Mary Appears in Asyut
Chapter 18: Did Mary Provide Protection?
Chapter 19: Blessed Among Women
Part IV: Gods of the Past and Present
Chapter 20: Twin Souls and Serpent Gods
Chapter 21: Amilius and Atlantis
Chapter 22: Mary for You
Over the years, I have been blessed to received feedback from many individuals about my book When We Were Gods: Insights on Atlantis, Past Lives, Angelic Beings of Light and Spiritual Awakening. Several professionals have also written reviews. I’ve included some of both below. In addition, reviews have been posted on Amazon.com as well as some on Amazon.co.uk, including one by a top 500 reviewer.
John Anthony West
Author of Serpent in the Sky: The High Wisdom of Ancient Egypt
“The writing is professional, the first person approach direct, unselfconscious, and uncluttered. I was interested in reading more—that doesn’t happen often.”
Author of The Giza Power Plant
“We should not underestimate the discrete, immeasurable influences of nature. In When We Were Gods, Carole Chapman unfolds a personal quest and vision that is not only entertaining, but inspirational.”
Associate Editor, Venture Inward
“An incredibly interesting book, beautifully written. It reminds me of Shirley MacLaine’s The Camino—about the time before we had bodies, when the sexes weren’t yet separated.”
Ricki Baer, PsyD
North Carolina, USA
“I cannot imagine the courage it took to write this book . . . Slowly we realize that we are not simply enjoying a dramatic adventure . . . It is an epistle of enlightened facts, divinely inspired and beautifully written, providing astounding insights into our world’s fundamental mysteries and our own deepest knowledge.”
Reader, Ontario, Canada
This book is incredible. The information that came in to the author was information I was looking for-of how the soul came to Earth, about Atlantis, and the future. It’s very spiritual but also very logical-how things work and why things work.”
Reader, Richmond, Virginia, US
“I just read your book, When We Were Gods, for the SECOND time, something I very rarely do. But there is so much information in it, I really felt like I wanted to read it again. I have been an [Edgar Cayce’s] A.R.E. member for a long time, but I have to say, you really brought some pieces together!”
“This is a POWERFUL book! Part adventure story and suspense mystery, full of Biblical references and New Age insights, it will appeal to many minds. We are kept riveted to our seats. As When We Were Gods unfolds, we become aware that Carole’s story is OUR story.”
Editor of Alternate Perceptions and author of Visitors from Hidden Realms
“When We Were Gods is a thought-provoking first-person account of Carole Chapman’s hypnotic exploration of apparent and ancient past life memories of a most incredible nature—‘memories’ that cited an extraterrestrial origin, as well as a past life, a strange root race, and the superior and mysterious technology of Atlantis, with a thing called ‘snake travel’ (would quantum physics call it a ‘wormhole’?) thrown in the mix. What you have is a fascinating autobiographical accounting of Carole’s memories, how she initially reacted to them and eventually came to deal with them, and the efforts and lengths to which she undertook to try and objectively confirm the truth of their reality—a journey and search that took her to Central America and Egypt. What she learned challenges conventional science and understanding, and it may take the emerging science of theoretical quantum physics to eventually confirm the actual truth of their bewildering ‘memories.’ A genuinely intriguing and thought-provoking book.”
Mary D. Jones
Curled Up with a Good Book
“When We Were Gods tells of the amazing and true stories of one woman’s discovery of her destiny. Author and spiritual seminar leader Carole Chapman went to a hypnotherapist to try to lose weight, and instead got an entry into a world of spiritual guides and powerful messages for the good of humanity in this intriguing story of awakening.
“Chapman had no idea her goal of losing weight would lead her to uncover the inner secrets of lost civilizations like Atlantis, and what they might mean for future generations of Golden Ones, children who would transform the world with Atlantaen wisdom and technological savvy. Her story mirrors that of many spiritual seekers who have also reported channeling information from other worlds, especially messages meant to give hope and a new outlook to those of us locked into the fate of this world. As the author makes her discoveries through various sessions with her hypnotherapist, she reveals all the important information she is being given to pass on to others, all the while remaining just a little skeptical of her newfound connection to this lost wisdom.
“The book covers much of the usual New Age territory, such as the presence of special “root races” throughout history that have transformed society and human consciousness, and she even talks about Indigo Children, a subject oft-mentioned in New Age sources. But one thing she does do that other books don’t is really get into the Jesus thing, with plenty of info about the Christ consciousness and the power of Christ that is available to all of us.
“The best parts of When We Were Gods are actually the intimate conversations Chapman had with her husband and children, during which she was forced to confront her own skepticism and doubts. These conversations provide the reader with a more personal look at how the author processes the unusual events happening in her world, especially in context with how she is being viewed by those closest to her.
“I found When We Were Gods to be interesting, hopeful and inspired by the sincere desire of the author to understand what she was being told by these divine messengers, and why she of all people was chosen to pass the info on to others. Much of the material will be old hat to those immersed in New Age and metaphysical subjects, but her insight does provide some new perceptions about why God allows suffering and what the destiny of the current “root race” may be. Whether or not it is all true, what matters most is that the author believes in a more Golden time to come, and her hope is infectious.”
Originally published on Curled Up With a Good Book at www.curledup.com. (C) Marie D. Jones, 2005
Egyptologist, poet, and co-author of The Name of the Dead: Tutankhamund Translated
“Dreams connect us to our own innermost consciousness. Those of us who don’t take our dreams seriously miss out on life-changing signals. Then, years later, we begin to listen to our dreams and what happens? These dreams are still the same old, stale, outdated ones that were trying to get through to us years before! If we turn away from our dreams a second time, we may never have their benefit. But if we record them patiently, soon the dreams begin to catch up to our present, become meaningful and take their place as an equal contributor to our ‘mind’ along with intellect, intelligence, intuition, and many other functions.
“Carol Chapman listened to her dreams. She shared them with a friend and together they expanded Carloe’s dreams to include past life memories. Her consciousness expanded outwards to encompass the stars, and inwards, to the awesome operations of her chakra-system. Then she found the ‘Golden Ones’ children of this world whose souls were aligned with God in order to bring in a New World in which there would be a thousand years of peace. Carol’s purpose in this lifetime was to awaken these Golden Ones to their destiny!
“Carol’s path paralleled her daughter’s. Clair’s nonchalance gave Carol the courage to continue. They spoke of the Fifth Root Race, the Great Pyramid of Giza and Atlantis. Carol’s timidity often got in her way and time and again she heeded other people’s help to ‘get on with it’. Along the way, however, she missed some obvious observations. About the Great Pyramid, for example, she could have easily noted that all those millions of people who have visited this mysterious ‘power plant’ have likely been unconsciously stamped with ancient Atlantean knowledge. In turn, all these people carry that knowledge about with them, waiting for it to awaken into their consciousness.
“In order to awaken the Golden Ones, Carol had “to write a history of the soul on earth.” Along the way she was forced to think, to consult with a friend, and she came upon insights most serious meditators inevitably find, but in her own unique way: “The light beam knew no sorrow.” For me that would have been ‘unconditional love was not mitigated by sorrow.’
“That the light beam “indulged in sexual play” was obvious to some of the ancient people. In Greek mythology, Danae, whose father had hidden her in a subterranean chamber, was sought out and impregnated by Zeus himself in the form of a shower of gold. Similar stories have the maidens impregnated by the sun, whose color is gold. (Frazer, The Golden Bough, Chapter 60, section 3)
“Carol asks the age-old question whether or not sexuality was the cause of the ‘fall’, and, in the process discovers the duality of light and darkness. Light was pure energy while darkness was the change of energy into corporeality. Unfortunately Carol names this descent into bodily form the work of ‘Satan’, although she realizes that the ‘sin’ or the mistake of having been drawn from a consciousness of an energetic being to that of a corporeal being was a choice she had made. She calls this choice of becoming trapped ‘disobedience’ and lack of humility. In a sense Carol comes to the same conclusion Rudolf Steiner reached a century ago and he also portrayed Satan as a suave, sophisticated tempter whose job it is to make people forget their connection to their own energetic selves, to pull them into the unbalanced trap of indulging in their physical pleasures and prowess and to forget the way out. In this sense Carol traveled the well-worn path of the cathartic rediscovery of her own light-being. In another sense, Carol had figuratively impregnated her consciousness and was reborn to the realization that there is a life beyond the physical body, something our culture takes great pains to suppress.
“Carol does not examine the source of disobedience that caused her own ‘original sin.’ She does not make the connection to her own responsibility of being able to make a choice. This ability is akin to the vast difference between Christianity as we know it, and the ancient Gnostics: orthodox religion demands that we believe, while Gnosticism assures us we are ‘able to know’ God. And if the essence of God is reflected in a light beam, and or inner selves are part of that light beam, then indeed we not only are able to ‘know’ God, but carry God’s essence within each of us! So when Carol begins her with the observation that a ‘light beam knows no sorrow,’ she is actually re-initiating this Gnostic process of examining her own connection to the essence of God and trying to figure out how she lost it in the first place!
“Duality causes paradoxes and Carol discovers these in her own life as well as in the life of Christ. By reconnecting with her own inner light being, something that is part of her every cell, every thought, she realizes that she is not lost in her own physical mire and sees the way home, where dualism resolved itself back into the light. And she accomplishes this process through the trance of hypnotherapy. And in that realization she discovers the history of the soul!
“Having practiced past life therapy ever since my own ‘therapist’ passed into his light being, I was touched by Carol’s persistence to continue this process of self-discovery that proved to be far greater than the self. It took into the presence of illuminated beings, solved the mystery of Christ’s washing of the feet of his disciples (teaching by doing, or role-modeling). This experience leads Carol to discover unconditional love.
“Some questions arose in my mind, as they did in Carol’s. Was she being self-centered, self-indulgent in putting herself as the center of the universe from which she was supposed to radiate light to the rest of us? To stop with a facile answer to that question is to fall short of the process of self-discovery. Having studied developmental psychology and the related neurobiological field that is still expanding exponentially as the fastest growing field of study, I concluded that just as every human being has to go through childhood in order to grow and develop into an adult, physically, emotionally and intellectually, we also have to go through that process spiritually and likely in several other yet unexplored areas of our existence. Spiritual development, usually repressed by culture outside such controlled environments as churches, mosques and synagogues, is usually repressed by culture because it is socially uncontrollable and unpredictable. But once an individual begins the spiritual development, it is like any other form of development. Spiritual awareness has its own infancy, grows through its own ‘childhood’ before it unfolds into maturity. Most adults do not wish to go through such seeming infantile regression! And Carol, self-conscious of the self-centeredness, wondering why she has to go through it, nevertheless persevered through it. Along the way she finds Christ’s message, including the Second Coming, deciphered.
“Carol reached her next cathartic moment when she realized that spending time in the spiritual dimension comes with a price: the seeming loss of the senses, the transcending of the body. We tend to equate the loss of the senses with being insane, and it is well documented that thousands of people under psychiatric care lost their senses and sanity. Carol struggled with the seemingly vast gap between the information filtering down to her as a ‘light being’ and her everyday life, which seemed so mundane in contrast to such grand events as the Second Coming, reincarnation memories from Atlantis, and being charged with writing a book to awaken the Golden Ones!
“Even Pan had a hand in writing this book! In some of her visions he dictated too Carole how the book should begin.). He seemed to know about Atlantis, Egypt, the role of the Great Pyramid and Carole’s calling. but he also had overriding concerns, asking humanity above all to ‘do no harm!’ His greatest lesson to teach us is that “death and re-birth is a gift.” Finally Pan left with a piece of advice for us all, to do some gardening: “Grow something!”
“Carole did a stint on Toronto’s Ward Island at the time city hall threatened to remove its residents. It was a great school for grass roots cooperation in the face of bureaucratic insensitivity.
“Carole returns to her self-doubts again and again. All people have doubts of one sort or another, but Carole seems to use hers for self-motivation: to return to hypnosis, to contact her inner self.
“The Five Root Races are:
1. Light beam
2. Wisp-of-smoke, translucent amber beings
3. Going in and out of bodes in Atlantis
4. Modified animal bodies as we know ourselves now
5. Golden, unchanging auras, loving people who do no harm, They will be able to return to the light beam and back into their body at will.
“In the meantime, a loose form of Christ-centered Brotherhood begins to emerge from Carole’s writing. This Brotherhood is ‘etheric’ or, more precisely, part of her visionary energy. But when I began to read about the Brotherhood and Carole’s curious interaction with them, I began to ‘know’ what she was going through. I have read about this energetic Brotherhood a long time ago, and through the help of various selfless people, I encountered them in 2003 at a conference in Allegan, Michigan. Carole was there! She didn’t know what I was going through, and I didn’t know at that time the focus of her ‘work’. I was pursuing a study of the role of Goddess worship throughout history. I had spent the previous year working with the ancient Egyptian Goddess Sekhmet, the lioness Goddess of both Destruction and Healing. Carole had encountered a ‘lifetime’ when she was an Egyptian Goddess!
“Then I turned to the last thousand years of history and the role of the three Marys and their relationship to the Knights Templars. It was after one of my more animated presentations in Allegan about the Knights having sailed to the Americas centuries before Columbus, that Mary Hardy, our host, asked the speakers to form a meditative circle and introduced us to the etheric Knights Templars who have accompanied her and have supported her work for years. That is where, with head bowed, these Knights also appeared to me and spoke about their ‘Brotherhood’ that transcends all organizational ties humanity has created.
“As I read Carole’s Chapter 17, I shivered: I also went through a time of medically untreatable skin irritation (in 1984-85) that only cleared up when a friend recommended I explore my past lives and I found the ‘cause’ of my unresolved problem in ancient Egypt! I also had to decide to forego ‘fame’ and work closely and selflessly with smaller groups of people. When I read Carole’s dreams of knowing about a secret chamber in the Great Pyramid that contained Atlantean records, I also remembered a 1963 dream in which I ‘saw’ three other people open that chamber, exactly as Edgar Cayce had foreseen it, and I was one of the follow-up people who helped to translate the ancient texts! I too have come to the personal realization that Christ’s Second Coming is a personal matter unique to each individual. When I finished Chapter 17, I recognized that Carole was following her own divine guidance.
“The rest of the book was almost like ‘deja vu’. Many years ago I struggled with Rudolf Steiner’s concept of the “Egyptian Mysteries” wherein humanity had descended into our current physical bodies in similar stages as Carole’s Five Root Races.
“Some years ago I had studied the Chakra system and its relationship with the body’s endocrine system, and acknowledged that each ‘chakra’ might be a transmitter and receiver of different energies, giving us another seven levels of sentience over and above our five senses. Then, when Carolyn Myss came out with her first book, everything fell into place for me: our chakras are indeed our connection to our light bodies.
“We change the world by changing ourselves, one at a time. Perhaps it is a chain reaction, and the Golden Ones to whom Carole Chapman has dedicated her life, will get the message and see the light, see their potential to return to their light bodies by following the examples and role modeling that people like Carole provide them.”
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In this video, I want to tell you about something really strange that was happening in the sky when we were taking the photo that became the cover of When We Were Gods. The reason this was especially strange for me was because, during my past life regressions, I had memories of originally coming from Arcturus to earth. It made me wonder if Arcturians were keeping track of those of us who had become stuck on earth. If you’re interested in the story of my hypnosis sessions, including experiences in the fabulous world of Atlantis, it is in my book, When We Were Gods.
(By the way, just in case you can’t see the video, or it stops partway – it happened to me, my computer is over 5 years old – the transcript is below. In addition, here’s the YouTube link to the video: http://youtu.be/6b_i_dZAwyc. It might be easier to see the video directly from YouTube.)
My son, Adam Balsley, was going to be my model. And very early in the morning, we were driving to the beach to get a sunrise photo. My senses were on hyper alert, because we were driving through an area that is locally known as the Ghost Coast.
It was also that the headlights of my car had picked up this old abandoned house that looked like it was slowly sinking into the swamp. Paint was peeling, the windows were crooked. It looked like if there were ghosts anywhere, it was going to be in that house. Plus, there was mist drifting over the salt marshes and in front of us, and it made everything really spooky.
When we got to the beach, though, it looked like everything was going to be OK. A wind off the ocean had blown the mist away, and the sky was a gorgeous red color.
Take a look at this photo of Adam dancing around to keep warm while we were waiting for the sun to rise. See those puffy clouds? They were a little bit strange, because they were arranged in a semi-circle beside us and behind us over the salt marshes.
OK, now, here’s the weird thing. There were no clouds anywhere else in the sky. Not over the ocean in front of us, and not in the rest of the sky above us.
I wish I’d taken a photo so I could’ve shown you how regular they looked, arranged two-by-two, about 30 or 40 of them. In fact, they reminded me of a battalion of aircraft hovering just above the horizon.
And that bothered me. Let me tell you why.
I found this book in which the author says she communicates with Arcturians. And guess what she says Arcturian spaceships look like? Like little clouds. (Arcturians are Extraterrestrials from Arcturus, a distant star.)
So, were they Arcturian space ships? Had they turned up to watch the photo shoot?
I have no idea, but it was an amazing coincidence. You know, my best explanation is that this is some kind of natural phenomenon. Perhaps it’s what gives this area the “Ghost Coast” name. In any case, it was just a little bit strange. . . and also quite lovely.
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I found this video of what I think is a Russian broadcast regarding the supposed find of glass or crystal pyramids on the seabed off the coast of the Cuba, within the Bermuda Triangle.
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