Hi again just before kicking off into the NDE, kicking off maybe not a good description? From a respected and great honest man. I did have correspondence with the late Dr Willis Harman and Dr Mitchell when they formed The Institute of Noetic Sciences now
http://noetic.org/
Dr Edgar Mitchell Astronaut giving evidence about UFO and ET.
NDE
I was born on the 7th November 1938 at 22.10 hrs at the City Road Hospital near Bow, making me a cockney, the hospital was bombed during the 2nd World War. I was conceived in Anthill Road Bow and both these places were near to the Blackwall Tunnel.
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| The Blackwall Tunnel is a pair of road tunnels underneath the River Thames in east London, linking the London Borough of Tower Hamlets with the Royal Borough of Greenwich, and part of the A102 road I was born into the Jewish Faith and this was later to save my life.
Many families were evacuated to the country side to escape the bombing. For a short while we were in Tebay in West Moreland a small farming community, now as picture depicts built into a service station and few of the original cottages left, I visited some 30 years back and found some elderly folk who remembered my family and baby me.
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| The Construction of the M6 motorway. The old village is underneath and was demolished, however I found some of the old cottages and the farm house where we stayed.
Our stay there was not pleasant, I fell out of a window, my mother was sick, my Dad was agitated, and my Brother had trouble with the local ladies. I do not know what made us move back, I suspect my family wanted to be among Jewish people and so we were moved to High Wycombe Buckinghamshire, where the was a small synagogue and and Jewish Community.
One day my dearest beautiful late Mother took me for a pram walk, in one of those old prams. The pram plays a most important role in the NDE build-up. The nearest I could find to depict this is below.
 This is where I passed away, at the bottom window which was my mother and fathers bedroom. The address 200 West Wycombe Road, High Wycombe, Bucks.
I lay in the bed, hot and sad and as I stared at the wall of the house opposite me[which housed a family named the Benyon's] I felt as if I was going up the wall, and then went slowly out into space. There was not a tunnel as in many NDE accounts. I had not a body and was a free awareness so to speak. I perceived lights like stars and shapes like planets all in an inky, jet black stark blackness, there was a massive Bright light and I knew if I went into this there is no coming back, coming back to where? Then a torso and bust of a figure appeared, like a black and white picture, he had a round face with a black beard and looked very ordinary. I heard him say My name is Joseph. He indicated to me to look down, as I had no body where was down, however it seemed to appear, and I saw a ball blue, green and white. I knew I had to go back to this ball, I really wanted to go into the light.
The ball was turning slowly and I remember counter clockwise, reluctantly I began to go towards it,slowly at first then really speeding, it got larger and larger, and gigantic, then I impacted with it and awoke in a cold dark place and banged, and was let out of the box which was in the morgue.
Several things to mention, I did not know what this ball was until early space flights in late 50's and early 60's, I realised I had seen the Earth from deep space as it were in 1942, I kept doing drawings and was told it was a dream I had and I had been very ill. I was telepathic until the age of 9. I used to say 'why is that grown ups think one thing and say another'. I could and still 'see' auras. I used to sit in trees and watch wild life. The other kids thought me weird. I was a sickly and not a healthy child and for a while after the NDE I was a thin as a rake. By the way my Hebrew name is Yosef ben Moshe Mordecai . Joseph the son of Moses Mordecai.
e many other World War II-era bombers, the B-29 remained in service long after the war ended, with a few even being employed as flying television transmitters for the Stratovision company. The B-29 served in various roles throughout the 1950s. The Royal Air Force flew the B-29 and used the name Washington for the type, replacing them in 1953 with the
The next part involved an American Airman named Joe. The Americans came to Booker Aerodrome near our house and as they had not built billets for them the villagers were asked to temporarily house them. Joe's dad had been in the USA merchant navy and studied Ju Jitsu at Dojo [exercise hall] which was run by Zen Buddhists Monks. On seeing me so pale and skinny he started to teach me Ju Jitsu and Za Zen [meditation Zen Style], also we put down mattresses and the Benyon Kids and the Bragg's boys from the other side joined in. My mum sewed together two pyjamas to make a Jitsuogi. [suit]. This Dojo was in the garage behind the house, the garden was huge, with many fruit trees and a orchard
 You can just about see the garage behind me on bike.
A little side track. During the war a famous band arose from the USA and conductor Glen Miller, he gave his last performance at High Wycombe Guildhall.
Alton Glenn Miller (March 1, 1904 – missing in action[1] December 15, 1944) was an American big band musician, arranger, composer, and bandleader in the swing era. He was one of the best-selling recording artists from 1939 to 1943, leading one of the best known big bands. Miller's notable recordings include "In the Mood", "Moonlight Serenade", "Pennsylvania 6-5000", "Chattanooga Choo Choo", "A String of Pearls", "At Last", "(I've Got a Gal In) Kalamazoo", "American Patrol", "Tuxedo Junction", and "Little Brown Jug".[2]While he was traveling to entertain U.S. troops in France during World War II, Glenn Miller's aircraft disappeared in bad weather over the English Channel.
James Stewart the Actor took the par Of Glen Miller in the Hollywood film of his life.
 Guild Hall High Wycombe Bucks.
There is a piece of history which is notorious regarding this area. There is a church with a Golden Ball on top of the spire.
It is West Wycombe church and has caves one can visit or could that housed the infamous ' Hell Fire Club'.
The Hellfire Club was a name for several exclusive clubs for high society rakes established in Britain and Ireland in the 18th century, and was more formally or cautiously known as the Order of the Friars of St. Francis of Wycombe.[1] These clubs were rumoured to be the meeting places of "persons of quality"[2] who wished to take part in immoral acts, and the members were often very involved in politics. Neither the activities nor membership of the club are easy to ascertain.[3][4]
The first Hellfire Club was founded in London in 1719, by Philip, Duke of Wharton and a handful of other high society friends.[5] The most infamous club associated with the name was established in England by Sir Francis Dashwood,[6] and met irregularly from around 1749 to around 1760, and possibly up until 1766.[7] In its later years, the Hellfire was closely associated with Brooks's, established in 1764. Other clubs using the name "Hellfire Club" were set up throughout the 18th century. Most of these clubs were set up in Ireland after Wharton's were dispelled.[8]
The club motto was Fais ce que tu voudras (Do what thou wilt), a philosophy of life associated with François Rabelais' fictional abbey atThélème[7][9] and later used by Aleister Crowley.
  
Ah well folks thanks for sticking with this. I like the tea room bit, it all seems so cosy, you know they have had over 2 million visitors. A bit of sleaze attracts many, not much has changed with today's politicians and celebrities. There used to be a large monument of a huge penis outside and the poor mill girls from up north were faced with that before the people's went in for their shenanigans.
This experience of the NDE has shaped my life and is the clearest memory etched into my brain as it were. I gave up all religions having tried everyone in some form or other. I am regarded by some as a kosher Buddhist and by others as non religious Jew and a deserter. It is the inspiration to keep on going on and to welcome the return to that 'space' when the call comes to travel back home. Do I fear Death? No. Maybe I fear living in pain and a slow horrible ending. Yet all things are transient and even that passes with the passage of time. And time well another blog sometime on that.
Well I trust you enjoyed the journey and wish you well and thank you . Be Well. Geoff.
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