Chapter 6 Joy

 

Tuesday 5th July 1994, Notting Hill Gate Café, Midday.

Handwritten.

Back in London, my life has now definitely changed. And what is interesting is that these experiences are completely unnoticed by my friends and all the people I meet. My friends just say to me, Nick, you look younger, your face looks light and golden, and I just smile, eternally knowing my immortality.

It is Tuesday, and I’m sitting in a café in Notting Hill Gate. At every table, at every chair, there is an Angel sitting there, beautiful music, rejoicing with my connection. At last, this is Heaven on Earth. How can I be sitting in Notting Hill Gate and yet be in Heaven. Police sirens are going by, the Angels don’t take any notice, only connect with the positive and good, the Angels are aware of negativity, but don’t register it. I’m recognising that I have to move on now and change my life. I know whatever I do, I’ll be taken care of. I must make the right choice, and there is only one choice and one answer to all the questions, to carry on with my experiences and to write my books.

The ceiling opens and the way forth is Heaven, it’s a path, it’s light, upwards, always beckoning. Another conditioning is on the table, we have to eat. As usual in this state there are only solutions, I only feel solutions.