What is Connection?
About this lesson
Up to now you have been building power. The knowledge of one suchness, the understanding of how you can play with energy, and the tools to release and protect yourself have created a new you. A powerful wizard you.
You know you are a hyper-dimensional being. You understand how to play across time, distance, and dimensions using the cosmic glue and simple energy directed as imagination. You have management of mentality that gives you an edge, eliminates the self-harm, and prepares you for success.
You have developed a strong defense and a solid foundation for getting what you want instead of what you don’t want. All success begins with a solid defense.
Now you can improve your offensive skills. To do that you will learn to deepen your connection through the Higgs Field using pure intuition as your compass.
This section is where you foster stronger intuition for better decision-making and for creating a state of just knowing – which is linked to an essential gut-feel.
This is also where you learn to stretch your senses. ESP is scientific. Extra Sensory Perception just means stretching your sense in order to perceive more information.
The deeper and wider you can connect the more opportunities you have to create whatever you want. There are many images that come to mind when I consider the structure of this experience. An archer is one. Building power takes place with the archer’s stance, the feeling of the bow, the alignment to the target, the selection of an arrow. Now in the connection phase, the archer lifts the bow, finds her center of gravity, and slowly draws back the string.
What is this power and glory of connectivity?
Let’s first consider how animals, trees, and then humans actually connect.
So, how do animals connect?
No matter how many times I see that clip, it still gets me right in the torso-wand. When you have your first direct communication with an animal it can be this overwhelming. It explodes emotions inside that you simply didn’t know you had. At the same time it opens a doorway and one-on-one communication becomes easier. In my life I have noticed that animals communicate only if they want. They can be moody and sometimes they simply don’t care enough to want to chat. I always ask permission first.
Some people like to rank the various species of life. They consider a tree greater than a rock, for instance, an animal greater than a tree, a human greater than an animal. As you know, everything is made of the same stuff and nothing ever stops being. In other words, there is no ranking.
A rock can change a tree root into splinters just by rolling onto it. A tree root can split a rock into stones just by releasing chemicals and pressure over time. Some humans leave this earth because a tree or a rock fell on their head, and some humans harvest trees and rocks for other purposes. All one suchness, no one ranks.
However, for some reason in many parts of the world humans consider themselves a superior species. If I were a rock, an animal, or a tree I would be quite pissed off about that and would be reluctant to answer any human who treated me that way. Be patient, respectful, kind.
I have attended many animal communication trainings in which lots of techniques were shared, but no one mentioned the importance of respect.
Respect is the doorway to connecting with all.
What about trees?
Trees in a forest connect with one another through underground networks.
Technically trees are connected below the ground by mycorrhizal fungi, which live symbiotically with the roots of the trees. Both the trees and the fungi need each other to survive. But that’s not all. Because the fungi essentially connect the roots of one tree to another, the trees can use the fungi to pass nutrients and chemical messages to one another. For example, in winter when aspens are weaker, nearby conifers were found to pass additional nutrients to the aspens to keep them healthy. Similarly, older, more established trees pass nutrients through the fungi to young seedlings which need to grow larger toward the sun’s light in order to survive. The largest, oldest trees in the forest serve as the hub because they possess and produce large amounts of resources, their massive roots spread out in all directions.
When one tree is attacked by insects, it distributes pheramonal chemicals through the fungi beneath the soil to warn nearby trees of a possible attack so the other trees can prepare by changing the chemical makeup of their leaves. The fungal networks also strengthen the immune systems of the trees. So not only do different species of trees help each other out in the forest, but fungi and even other types of plants join the underground network and communicate together to support the health of the entire ecosystem. There is documented proof that when a tree is dying, it releases its resources into the root networks so that its neighbors can benefit from the nourishment that it will no longer need—it is making the ultimate sacrifice.
Isn’t that a beautiful thing. It is also the type of connectivity you can expect when you awaken your senses. Yes, you can learn to talk to trees too, but it requires a different approach than with animals.
What about rocks?
All of nature is alive. And all living beings communicate. Whether it’s through mycelial networks, movement, chemical signatures or song.
So how do stones communicate? As some of the oldest beings on earth, stones speak through deep and often forgotten channels. Intuition, energy, imagination, dreams, and feelings.
A conversation with a stonemason:
how do you know where to place the rocks in all this tumble of dust and stones?
He replied:
The rocks speak to me. I hold them in my hands and they say:
Set me up front where others can see me.
Put me to in the middle to hold the wall together.
Place me at the bottom so I can share my strength.
To each a purpose and a sense of pride, a place in a wall of stone where roses will ramble and birds will nest where many will stop to smile and admire the balanced rocks and the mason’s gift for listening to stones and granting their wish.
And humans? How do we connect?
A BBC article about human telepathic skills was published in 2018. It stated that humans brains are interconnected through a type of ‘wi-fi’ which allows us to pick up far more information about other people than we are aware of.
Digby Tantum, a clinical professor of psychotherapy, believes that language plays only a part in how humans communicate and that actually the brain is working hard to pick up tiny micro-signals that communicate what a person is thinking. It explains how people often have a ‘gut feeling’ or intuition about a person or situation even if they cannot logically determine why.
And it may be the reason why laughter is contagious and commuters find it so difficult to maintain eye contact on a busy train. Too many people overloads the brain with too much subliminal information. Prof Tantum describes the phenomenon as ‘The Interbrain’ and outlines the theory in a new book of the same name. “We can know directly about other people’s emotions and what they are paying attention to,” he said. “It is based on the direct connection between our brains and other people’s and between their brain and ours… One of its advantages is that the connection exists in the background. We take it for granted unless it is brought to the surface of our minds. Prof Tantum also argues that the inter-brain is the reason people are drawn to religions or feel the need to come together in huge crowds at football matches or concerts.
What ‘connection’ felt like to me: (from The Psychic Entrepreneur by Trevor G. Blake. Published TBD)
Chapter 1: A Hare Speaks
“But a hare, now , that is a different thing altogether.
A hare is not a pet, but a person.
Hares are clever and brave and loving, and
They have fairy blood in them.
It’s a grand thing to have a hare for a friend.”
‘Stop daydreaming, laddie!’
How many times did your teachers tell you that in one way or another?
Mine did. A lot.
I couldn’t help it, because when I was in the classroom and I looked out of the window I found myself flying with the birds. As soon as I saw them and imagined what being a bird would feel like I was up in the sky with them. Although it appeared to my teachers that I was spaced out, staring into the sky, mouth open, mindless, what I was actually doing was flying with the birds. I was close up with them. I could see their eyes, feel their individual feathers reacting to the breeze. I saw the world through their perspective. A flying blackboard eraser hitting me in the forehead would snap me out of the reverie.
Although my eyes could see the birds, my torso-wand felt them, joined them, listened to their chatter, and flew amongst them. I felt them in my torso rather than in my individual senses. I could smell the dew on their wings, see the glint of light reflected off a black beak. I also ‘felt’ them accepting me as a flying companion, even enjoying the awesome attention I bestowed on them. Back at my desk I could feel a tingling from my solar-plexus to the crown of my head. Yet, there was no separation… until the duster hit me… and then I felt torn away from the birds as if we had been attached by Velcro.
At other times I would stare out of the windows to watch the trees dance in rhythm to the wind. I could feel their joyfulness and hear the leaves find a kind of chattering harmony. I heard and felt the water flowing in the stream a mile away, and knew that the water from the stream fed the trees in a private underground feast. I didn’t see any of it, but I ‘felt’ it. For me that is what connection is… a feeling.
When I told my siblings that I could fly out of the classroom to go fly with birds over the playing fields and soccer pitches, they simply said, ‘No you can’t. Don’t lie’. At home, when I asked my father who the ghostly sea-captain was who hung out on the third floor of our derelict house, he told me it was my imagination, and to ‘get a grip,’ but I did notice he blocked off the stairwell to the third floor the same day. (It didn’t matter because I visited with the captain in the garden too.)
On the other hand, my mother encouraged me. She told me the trees listen and they love to dance to music humans can’t hear. She explained how trees were all connected underground so it was the sound of a global choir. She said the birds watch us and enjoy us when we watch them back. She told me I could get any answer to any question if I learn how to listen to the trees and the birds. I didn’t question anything she said because, well… she was mum and mums are wise.
My mother also told me we can all connect through simple thought and that trees, animals and birds will choose to speak to us if we respect them. As she described it, she placed both her hands across her sternum to demonstrate that thought came from the center of the torso.
Throughout my youth, our house had regular visitors in the form of stray rabbits, lambs and feral cats, all living peacefully, sleeping safely under our roof. We even had two stray donkeys in the yard. They showed up one day and never left. If they could kick open the back door, I’d find them mopping up crumbs in the kitchen. I never questioned why these creatures wandered in our house as if they belonged there, or why they didn’t attack each other, or why my parents didn’t send them away.
‘Yes,’ my mother also said one day many years later ‘I knew about the captain upstairs. He is kind and curious and likes our company. Remember your manners when he speaks to you. He is a Captain after all.’
So, I minded my manners and called him sir. He liked that. He showed me a spot in the house where whenever I touched the door knob I was transported back to a time of horse and carriages. The house was vibrant and busy with women walking around in long dresses and parasols and men so formal in their morning suit attire and top hats. Gas lamps lit the wet streets. The mother of the family knew I was there and watching. I could feel it. She would crane her neck to glance at me and a hint of a smile told me she didn’t mind me watching them. No one else there seemed to see me. When they all went inside the house the busy street was still a busy street, but I’d get bored. When my hand dropped the images stopped, and it would be several days before I could make the connection again.
When I was eleven, my daydreaming was mentioned on my school report in a negative way. I expected to be in trouble, especially from my dad who was always quite tough on me. On this occasion, he just shrugged and went back to reading his book.
If I had a more traditional home-life, I am sure there would have been at least a discussion about it, and I would have been convinced to stop daydreaming and to concentrate more. The irony, however, was that I was a good student too. I always got mostly ‘A’s on my reports. Being a daydreamer didn’t seem to be a bad thing except in the judgmental eyes of teachers.
So, I carried on mentally flying out of class windows, but I stopped telling people. I got smarter about it too. I wore a furrowed brow as if I was deeply thinking about whatever the teacher was droning on about. Eventually, I didn’t need to look out of the window, because I learned attention comes from the torso-wand not the eyes. Just like animals don’t need eye contact to communicate and can chat while on the run, while flying, while munching on hay, so I could go out and play with them while all the time staring intently at the teacher.
It was no surprise to me when a hare spoke to me. Immediately, she thanked me for destroying the farmers’ traps around the entrances to the burrows where the rabbits lived. I had rescued several rabbits in the weeks before. I didn’t think too much about it. The farmers set traps. I watched them do it. When they left, I released the traps. It was just a thing a kid who likes animals does. The hare spoke to me in feelings and pictures and it felt instantly natural. I felt her gratitude and I saw myself releasing the traps… but from her perspective where she had been secretly watching. It was like she played a video replay and I saw the back of my head for the first time as I cut the strangling knots the farmers had left.
She sent me so much love and gratitude that I almost fell over. It was like a cannonball to the chest. I also felt her wisdom. I knew I was in the presence of someone special, someone wise. It had such a profound effect on me that I remember it like it just happened. That was the moment my world really opened up and I understood what connection felt like. It is an incredible feeling when an animal chooses to communicate. The love is unconditional.
You don’t have to speak with hares or see spirits to become psychic or feel connected. If you want to you can, but it is not a requirement. When you understand how we are made and then how we are connected to the universe and each other you’ll develop natural psychic awareness easily. Yes, a hare might seek you out for praise, but that is just a bonus.
The Return of the Hare
Fifty-five years after a hare first spoke to me, I wrote the story above. At the time, my wife was working on all the beautiful art here as we updated the Transformation Experience together. This story led to a fun conversation as I explained the significance of the hare and its symbolism in folklore
The hare is often associated with Fairies whose world is reached by traveling underground. For some, to harm a hare would invite dreadful consequences. Druids employed hares in prophesy, first inviting them and then interpreting their path of escape.
The Romans first introduced the hare to Britain, and they have fascinated ever since. Hare mythology plays a crucial part in our stories and history, from Cornish legend’s otherworldly White Hare to the Mad Hatter’s tea party. To witness a pair boxing is one of spring’s most delightful rite of passages. As a child, I stood transfixed many times.
The brown hare is also Britain’s fastest land mammal exceeding 40mph. Added to its shyness, this astonishing turn of speed adds to the elusiveness. Sighted only rarely for much of the year, it retains a mystique. It is said by many that a hare is only seen when it wants to be seen.
After sharing some of this information, we went to lunch at one of our favorite places. In general chit-chat with our server about new restaurants he recommended we also visit a place in the next town. A few days later we visited Fable & Spirit, a Michelin star standard. As I walked toward the bar I looked up expecting to see the usual glaring and annoying TV. Instead, I was greeted by an original paining of a couple of hares. I was captivated. The drink menu, covered in hand-made leather bounds opened to the verse that I have used above.
We met the owner, a humble Irishman educated in all the fables. He told us a fable about a hare. We asked for the artist’s name.
Less than a week later we are proud owners of her latest work, which she finished the night we tracked her down.
I would be a hare – Artist Margo Banks 2023
Born in 1951 and living once again in her childhood home in Clontarf with sweeping views of Dublin Bay, Margo Banks was an artistically precocious child and began oil painting classes at 13 years of age. She moved to Spain where she met her late husband Miguel with whom she had three sons. Fifteen years later she returned to Dublin and Clontarf with her three young children and worked hard at developing her art practice. She initially worked in ceramics; building a kiln in her garage and from there moved into bronze sculpture, before returning to drawing and painting. With each medium, she enjoyed early success, and has shown for many years at the Royal Hibernian Academy and Royal Ulster Academy; amongst many solo shows. Her work now sits in private collections across Ireland, the UK and Holland, as well as the Office of Public Works, Enterprise Ireland and Cill Rialaig Arts Centre.
She has shown her lively charcoal, chalk and crayon animal drawings very successfully with the Solomon Gallery since 2016. The gallery hosted Banks’ much anticipated inaugural solo show, Sovereign Realms. These large scale mixed media drawings on the highest quality Fabriano paper owe a huge debt to her modelling experience as a ceramic artist and sculptor. They are charming and original and while being wholly contemporary in their composition also maintain a timeless quality .
You can use your new psychic awareness that is created from connected-ness to achieve absolutely any desire you have in life whether relationship, career, art, or business. Things go smoother and quicker when you allow nature to be your teacher.
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