When Objects Teleport

All of my life I have had odd, usually unexplained events involving crystals, gemstones, jewelry and once with a red rose. After my recent trip to New Zealand where one of the most dramatic of these events occurred, I decided it was time to write about this subject. While the so-called "psychic" phenomena is interesting, I would not bother with an article on this alone. It has been the spiritual that has always held my heart. This is a topic which seamlessly merges the two.

I would like to start off by giving you a few definitions. Teleportation is the ability to dematerialize a physical object or being, rematerializing it instantly in another physical location. While "beam me up, Scotty!" has become a part of our international psyche, it is still considered by most to be impossible to achieve. Lately, with the advent of the ascension movement, the re-emergence of the mystery schools ancient teachings, and quantum physics, it is becoming more than just an unusual concept. IBM and others have proved teleportation in the lab in a modest way. But there have always been cases of teleportation throughout history: the "wonderman of Europe" Comte de Saint Germain, Padre Pio of last century, Sister Mary of Agreda are some who had the ability to teleport on demand. There are many books of the unexplained listing spontaneous teleportations, perhaps caused by ley line or vortex interference distorting the time/space continuum, causing the physical body to suddenly shift in density.One’s body then behaves like sub-atomic particles documented in the study of quantum physics; particles that can be instantaneously somewhere else.

(For more information on teleportation, my book Healing with the Rainbow Rays has a section on this subject, as well as a technique to learn teleportation.)

When objects apport, they are materializing from another dimension, or the astral or causal level. Most of you know the most famous and current apport specialist, Satya Sai Baba of India. He has performed probably thousands of apports. To him, it is as simple as breathing. He understands the underlying cosmic laws that govern the physical universe and well as the illusory nature of that matter. His intent is not to just give the person a pretty piece of jewelry, but to demonstrate this fact.

This article will delve into objects teleporting, apporting, and giving "birth". Join us for the wild ride!

When I was about 19 years old, I was meditating and working on my spiritual growth. One evening my mother and I attended a metaphysical church in Sacramento, California which I had been to only once or twice before. The event was quite full--most of the seats were taken. One of the staff psychics passed a basket around into which we placed a piece of our jewelry or some other personal effect for him to read. He was doing psychometry--the intuitive ability to pick up on the object’s owner’s vibrations. I placed my "birthstone" ring of white-gold and three tiny diamonds into the basket. Integral to the process was the element of anonymity; that way the reading could be free-flowing and unbiased.

When the psychic read my ring, he looked rather stunned. He said he could see swirling galaxies, star systems, an other-worldly sensation. This was the only reading of this nature that was given that night. I guess I was expecting him to say what my future husband would be like!

At some point in the session, a young lady in the pew behind us who was unknown to me (and who I never saw again), leaned over to me, handing me the most perfect red rose, saying that she "felt" she should give it to me. I thanked her for the lovely gift and received the rose. I was to discover in later years that the roses are my spiritual flower--particularly the red rose and deep pink varieties, as well as the spiritual scent of rose.

At the end of the evening my mother and I left the church to go to our car. I was still admiring and holding onto my red rose. On the quiet drive home, as I held the rose, I drifted into a strange reverie. Much of the drive was somewhat hazy, as though I was drifting into a sleep state. When we arrived home, we parked in our driveway and went straight to bed.

As I awoke the next morning a thought hit me with the force of a ton of bricks. THE ROSE! The previous evening flashed back to me with the realization that I had not carried the rose into the house with me the night before. A strange intuitive feeling then came to me that the rose was no more--that it had dematerialized and gone back to where it had originated. But of course that skeptical side of myself needed to be sure that I had not left it in the car or dropped it on the walkway from the driveway to the front door.

I carefully checked the walk and the car which had not been used or moved since the evening before. Not a trace of the rose could be found--not even a petal or a leaf. My mother was at a loss to explain where it could have disappeared to. I figured that it meant something that I would understand later.

A year or two later as I headed back home from a meditation at a very different church--a yoga-based organization I belonged to at the time--I suddenly thought again of that rose and immediately the entire car was filled with the pungent smell of roses. The "spiritual" fragrance lasted a few moments, then faded. It was validation for me of the other experience. It showed me how our guides and Spirit watch over us and protect us. To me, the rose is a symbol of divine love.

Many times throughout the last 25 years, I have had the privilege and pleasure to smell the fragrance of roses, generally when I am doing healing work with clients, or in meditation.

One of the first obvious experiences involving the living nature of crystals occurred about 13 years ago. I had placed a 3-inch yellow citrine single terminated crystal on a living room side table. Its only function (or so I mistakenly thought!) was to look beautiful. It was usually only picked up to be admired, or when the table needed dusting. Imagine my surprise when one day I came home to find two little citrine crystals lying next to the larger citrine.

My boyfriend at the time, being of a scientific nature, highly skeptical of things metaphysical, was convinced that there must naturally be a "logical reason". It was all I could do to not laugh when watching him pick up "Mama Citrine" and her babies, he reasoned that they must have naturally split off from the main crystal--not an unreasonable assumption. After a few moments of literally not being able to find the places they "split off of", he placed them back down on the table and never brought up the subject again!

The twin citrines were adorable. Those of you in the crystal world know that they often have male or female energies. In this case, one was male and the other female. I would on rare occasion use them in classes and in private healing work. Their home has now been upgraded from the living room to the head of my bed.

After several years, the mother citrine mysteriously split in half with no discernable explanation, as there were no cracks or fissures. There are now two pieces to her.

Another amazing occurance happened approximately in the same time period. At the time, I never slept with crystals or stones under my pillow (that has changed) One morning, half asleep, but with an obviously intent-based precision, I turned over and put my hand under the pillow right on a very small--approximately ½ inch, but exquisite clear quartz with two terminations which joined together at an angle.

Thank goodness for channeling! It was discovered through that process that the tiny crystal was especially made for me by a beloved soul friend in a higher vibrating dimension. A friend set the quartz in a linked heart clay pin jewelry setting so I could wear it.

The next event occurred about 10 years ago in Ireland, while on a vortex trip with a group. We had been doing a lot of clearing, healing and balancing of the energies in England, Ireland and Wales. I was not the tour leader of the voyage, but a facilitator and co-teacher.

One of the nights we were gathering for a channeling with the tour leader. I put on a pair of pretty tight jeans (back when I wore skin tight jeans!) which were brand new and had never been worn.

After I had been seated for about half of the event, I suddenly felt something digging into me in the little front pocket of the jeans. Curiously, I reached inside the tight space, pulling out a very small, round white stone which looked as though it was composed of some sort of a pumice material. On closer inspection, I saw it had shiny black specks in it which resembled a black tourmaline or obsidian-like material.

Knowing that this was an apport, I took the opportunity to ask the channeler what it was and what was supposed to be done with it. The answer was that it was from a healing guide on the other levels who wished to have it left in the river stream at the Ring of Kerry. It was to be a connection between our two worlds.

That night I placed the stone on my third eye and enjoyed the energy of it before giving it up the next day to its new home in the running stream at the Ring of Kerry.

Over the years, there have been other fun occurrences. I have had a pair of malachite earrings leave the jewelry wall unit and show up a few days later. Several stones, which I never bought, showed up on the soil of a plant which was kept on a fairly inaccessible ledge about 10 feet high. A gemstone disappeared and then re-appeared some time later under our piano bench.

One time I got up off of the family room couch, walked across to the kitchen to dispose of a plastic wrapper, and came back to a heart-shaped rose quartz in the precise place I was sitting. I had no rose quartz crystals in that room. Besides, like the "Princess in the Pea" story, I would have known if I was sitting on something that hard!

The recent dramatic event in New Zealand was pretty fantastic.  I had purchased a green stone ring set in silver while in the Yucatan 11 years ago. It was an inexpensive ring, and none of the jewelers who have seen it here in the States seem to know exactly what kind it is, although it seems to be a man-made green glass with volcanic ash properties. It may be cheap but it is attractive and has a lot of healing energy in it. Anyway, I wore this ring a few times while in New Zealand.

About three days before the end of the two-week trip, I was in rural Rotorua, staying with friends. It had been a vacation, non-teaching day. We had seen the sights of Rotorua: the local craters and geysers, the downtown, and that evening the tourist attraction Maori Village on the outskirts of Rotorua. I was wearing my "green" jewelry that day.

When we got home, I began to take off my jewelry and I noticed that the ring was missing off of my right ring finger. The bracelets were there, and the earrings, but no ring. In mild dismay, I figured it had somehow slipped off (although it was a good fit). Intuitively I knew it had happened at the Maori Village. I told my hostess, Sandy, that if for some reason it should turn up in the house, to hold on to it until next I saw her. But I knew it had been lost on our outside journey that day.

As I was packing three days later, I double-checked my jewelry pouch, again noticing the ring was gone. And of course, it had not been discovered in the house. Oddly enough, although it was a favorite ring, I didn’t feel upset about losing it.

Upon my arrival home, I unpacked the jewelry pouch putting everything back into the wall jewelry holder. Again, I thought of the green ring as I was putting the other three rings I had taken back onto their pegs in the wall holder.

Three weeks later, I decided it was a "green" jewelry day again. I was headed to a kundalini class taught by one of my color students. I reached for the malachite ring on the peg and couldn’t believe my eyes. The green ring was back, sitting on one of the two ring pegs!

After my stunned surprise I was very impressed that it managed to not only find its way back to me from Down Under, but that it showed up in its proper place! A true case of teleportation. Now, to find out where it had been, why it had left, and what it had been up to.

I had a number of my friends and advanced students read the ring through psychometry (the art of reading an object’s vibrations). None of them knew ahead of time what was up with the ring, since the only one who knew it was missing was Sandy--and she was in New Zealand!

It appears to have been on a healing mission to clear and balance trauma within the Maori culture. There was much shock and suffering for those caught when the volcanic geysers erupted unexpectedly. Much loss of life occurred as huge amounts of the local inhabitants in Rotorua were buried alive under a mountain of hot acid. Who knows? Perhaps I was even there myself, for I did feel a kinship with the Maoris.

There is an intelligent devic-like being (either a nature spirit or what one person thought could be a "genie") who lives within the ring. It feels that it tried, but wasn’t as successful in this endeavor as it wished to be. The ring itself needed healing upon arrival back, which we gave it. One person said she saw what was like a "rollercoaster ride through a jungle".

My purpose in sharing these stories with you is to reiterate the views of the enlightened and self-realized ones who have come before us, and who live amongst us now:

They wish us to stretch our boundaries of limited thinking and experience to one of unlimited perspective, understanding the fluidity of matter. And that matter is only a thought of the Divine Being.

Blessings to all of you.

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