The ChamberBy
Darrell G. Yardley, PhD A true story by the author of WindWalker: Journey into Science, Self, and Spirit, and his encounter with best-selling author Dannion Brinkley (Saved by the Light: The True Story of a Man Who Died Twice and the Profound Revelations He Received  and
At Peace in the Light ,). In the synchronistic events of our lives, we can find
unexpected doors open to us. This is a story of one such event and
door. The italic text tells the story. Commentaries are in plain text. ________________________________
Taking off my shoes, I take a tentative, cautious step into the room. As my foot connects with the mauve carpet, and I pass through the doorway, I feel the electrical energy field surround me. The field’s effect is so strong that I feel that I am wrapped in an energy blanket. Energy flows under my feet. It pulses around me like a swirling, invisible vortex. I am momentarily alarmed as visions and conversations of electrical line workers come back to me. Stories from them about being able to feel the electrical power in the 10,000 volt lines they were working on. (Mel had warned me that the rooms had been fully charged to 9,000 volts for my visit. I thought he was joking. Now I believed him.) Dannion lets me pick a chair to sit down. He is very relaxed. I am a little tense to say the least. He is having a good time watching my reactions. I am not sure what I am having. He begins to briefly explain a little of how the room works and its engineering. I am having trouble following his rapid-fire explanations. [I will discover a little later that “rapid-fire” is Dannion’s only mode.] I comment to him about my difficulty in following his explanations. He smiles and says that’s the way the room works. It is impossible to maintain a left-brain thought train in the room, he says. The purpose of the room is to relax you, he explains, in preparation for the second room and the Klini “bed”. With that, I close my eyes and let myself sink relaxed into the chair. I feel the intensity of the energy field ratchet up. It is not that the field has been increased. Rather, my letting go into it increases my sensitivity. In the background Mel and Dannion are talking, but it is as if they are somewhere else. I sink deeper, feeling my arms and legs relax as the room’s energy field seems to drain tension from them. The muscles across the back of my shoulders relax. “This is nice,” I think. Dannion and Mel have grown quite. Even though my eyes are closed, I know they are observing me. I can almost feel Dannion’s psychic scan of me. He gently touches me and says it’s time to go into the second room. Again, he gives me a brief explanation about this room. Forget that noise. All I seem to catch is that its energy fields are different and that it has silver nitrate in the paint. I lie down on the Klini “bed”. He adjusts some dials and explains to me a little of what the experience will be like—the music, the energy resonance, the harmonics, etc., as the bed moves energy up and down my spine and through my chakras. At first I am aware only of a little tingling. The bed envelopes me in an energy cocoon as the lights dim, then go to black. Music through the headphones Dannion has placed over my ears takes over. I lay there, wondering what I should be doing. My linear, left-brain thoughts evaporate nearly as soon as they form. I let go, giving up on “thinking”. In addition to experiencing the bed, I have come here for clarity, especially about the direction of my second book). I decide to ask my Spirit Council for guidance—the whole group, all twelve of them, a kind of a spiritual committee meeting. I think a silent prayer asking for their presence and guidance. As I ask, almost instantly I find myself walking along a dirt road with Christ, the C.E.O. of my Council. It is a vision, a shamanic experience, I am having I realize. I am asking Christ about the book. He says several things, but the most important is about writing from the heart—and teaching from the heart. He says that this is my path. The science stuff, my forte, he says should be interwoven but that the heart is the center of my teachings. We discuss other things. A thought about my father who is in the hospital passes through. Should I do a healing for my father, I wonder? I receive no definitive answer on this. (Later I will do a healing journey for my Dad. In the meantime this is one of the most lucid spiritual journeys I have had in a couple of years. My spirit guides are always with me, guiding me when I ask, but it has been a long time since their presence is so clear.) As all this is going on, I am aware of Dannion coming in a couple of times and making adjustments to the Klini’s control. He places something near my head. I feel like I have been here about ten minutes when the lights start to brighten, the music stops, and Dannion turns off the bed. It has been over thirty minutes I find out. After a few minutes, I am able to set up. We go back into the first room/chamber. My head is not quite right. I am functioning in a right-brain mode that has difficulties understanding verbal language. As Dannion talks, I say something about quantum physics’ string theory, resonance, and energy field, ideas that have been on my mind recently. I have realized somewhere during the course of my experience and Dannion’s discussions that his bed-chamber is a bona fide validation of my theories about how we communicate with Spirit and Nature. The frequency of the bed and rooms is around 12.6 cycles per second —the frequency of alpha brain waves and of Nature’s Schumann waves. With my mention of string theory, etc., Dannion gets excited, and we talk about how all this fits together with spiritual work. I am still having trouble following him. My head is still not screwed on quite right. I mention something to Dannion about my Dad being back in the hospital. (My mother had called yesterday, and said she had taken him to the hospital. He was very weak and anemic. The doctors thought he had internal bleeding somewhere, but could not locate it. He had recently come home from heart by-pass surgery, and his recovery was going slow. This morning I had done a spiritual journey and had seen a perforation on the back wall of my Dad’s large intestine. I had not shared any of this with Dannion. Until this moment, I had not even mentioned anything about my Dad to Dannion. Dannion asks me which hospital? I tell him. His eyes slowly blink as he seems to go elsewhere. He tells me that my Dad is bleeding internally in two places—his intestines and a place behind his lungs. I ask him specifics about the intestinal lesion. Dannion confirms that it is on the horizontal part of the large intestine on the outside wall, just as I had seen in my journey earlier that morning. Dannion is the best selling author of Saved by the Light: The True Story of a Man Who Died Twice and the Profound Revelations He Received and
At Peace in the Light, a psychic,
and quite a phenomenon in his own right. In
these books he tells the story of his two deaths or near death
experiences (NDE’s)—twice by being stuck by lightening. (The moral
here: don’t stand close to Dannion during a lightening storm. Don’t
even talk to him on the phone. His first death was while talking on the
phone during a lightening storm.) His spirit guides instructed him on
building the bed and his chambers in his first near death experience.
His tremendous psychic and spiritual abilities also resulted from this
first death.Before his first NDE he was just your everyday black opts commando sort of guy. For some reason I seem to attract a lot of these types into my life. In their earlier lives they have been “special forces”: covert hit men, or as one of them put it, his job was to “hurt people.” Dannion’s job was to eliminate them. He was very good at it. Ari, the Muskogee Creek medicine man I work with is another example. He was not only “special forces,” he trained special force units. And then there is my friend Bill, the mild mannered Clark Kent type—just one of your ordinary, everyday college professors who was Captain Death in his earlier life. So Dannion fit right into this mysterious pattern in my life. I figure the spirits suggested Dannion’s Klini bed/chambers approach because most people wouldn’t care to get struck by lightening or go through a near death experience just to get enlightenment. Dannion’s deaths-by-lightening makes him what is called a Lightening Shaman (Curandero) in Peru. In the Andean shamanic tradition, to be a true shaman, you must be struck by lightening. Of course, the trick here is to survive. Many don’t. Dannion barely did. Right after emerging from the Klini bed experience and my discussions with Dannion, I telephoned my mother to have the doctors to check for bleeding behind his lungs and the horizontal loop of his large intestine. He was scheduled for tests the next morning. My mother, who is not a great believer in this spiritual/psychic stuff , a skeptic in fact, stuttered and stumbled. I told her to just tell the doctors on good authority that he is bleeding in those two places. That evening, I did a healing journey for my Dad. In the journey I saw the two perforations and surrounded them in a healing energy field to restore their ability to heal. As I watched, I could see the bleeding stop and the tissues healing over. I thought to myself, “Fine, now when the doctors look for these areas, they will no longer see bleeding, and my mother will be even more skeptical.” The next day, Mel and I are out in the country sitting around talking about my experience with Dannion. I am trying to explain to Mel how I thought Dannion’s chamber and bed—and our discussions—reinforced my own thinking about how we can do spirit work, how distant healing can be accomplished, and how we communicate with Spirit. The answer is somewhere in quantum physics’ hyper-dimensional string theory, energy fields, resonance, and harmonics. Mel informs me that while I was on the Klini bed, Dannion had returned from one of his adjustments and remarked to Mel that I was thinking about my Dad. Mel’s cell phone suddenly rings. He answers it. He says, “Yes,” and chuckles. He looks over to me and says, “It’s Dannion. He says we are talking about him and your experiences yesterday. He says to put that in my book.” I am amazed. How did Dannion know we were talking about him and my experiences? Who is this guy anyway? Mel must have seen my look of puzzlement. He laughs at me. He is used to Dannion doing this sort of thing. It is a new experience for me though. Dannion had informed me yesterday that I was family now. I think to myself that I might as well get used to Dannion and his abilities. (Now, every time I talk about this experience in my workshops, I think that Dannion is probably aware that I am talking about him. Creepy, no? Think about this next time you talk about someone.) The following day I do another journey to check on my father. He is still not bleeding, but I can see that the healed regions are weak and could easily rupture open again. I do some more healing work on them. I can tell that my Dad is recovering well. Later that day I telephone my mother to check on him. Yes, the doctors had found a lesion on the intestines, but it had already stopped bleeding, she said. They had not seen anything when they looked down his esophagus. (Of course not, I think. The bleeding was not in the esophagus. It was behind the lungs.) She reports that he is doing and feeling much better. copyright �
Darrell G. Yardley, 2009. All rights reserved.
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