Inter-dimensional Rocks; How my Grandmother Escaped

Dear Ed,

I’ve been looking through things I’ve written to you over the past few years and thought I’d publish this interesting thing.

20th December 2019

Many times in my travels I have come across, on the road side, rocks that purposely deflected thugs.

I saw it in front of me.

The rock and I would have soul recognition - as even though they blended in with the surroundings they would actually be totally different energetically.

I'd never stop the taxi or auto as I knew they'd immediately move any rock or tree or anything I give attention to, torture it, etc.

When I'd sit back though I'd see the taxi or auto driver would be energetically skewed, his vision shifted way off the previous coordinates. They would not even be able to perceive me, my features etc. after that.

There were rocks, if I stood near them would made me invisible to thugs.

April 16 2016, at the Gangotri glacier - the source of the river Ganga/ Ganges, I jumped into the river with the ice floating about and everything. I just had to do it. I wanted to go to you, Ed.

When I got out there was no place to change. As it was not the season - no one jumps into the half frozen river - the rooms for changing were locked. The guy I’d traveled with, was sitting up ahead and some other local men were hanging about.

And then I saw a rock - it was right in front of me covered in ice so I don't know what its original form was. I was really surprised because a minute ago I'd walked right there and it hadn't been there. I'd have had to walk through it to take the path I took to reach the point.

I stood right there and saw the guy who’d traveled with me up ahead looking for me. I waved at him. He was just about 30 meters ahead and he couldn't see me! I turned and waved at two thugs up ahead. Neither of them seemed to notice me.

I changed my clothes right there. They were looking right in my direction but couldn't see me.

Then I walked around the rock towards the guy who’d traveled with me and he was looking right at me and didn't see me till I was like 10 meters away and then he started up suddenly. "Where did you go! The taxi driver and I were getting worried. This is not a safe place."

Near the Gangotri Glacier from which the River Ganga flows out

The River Ganga near her birthplace. Just to show you how the little stream was full of floating ice and rocks. They look small from here but they were pretty big once I got near

A selfie of me sitting on the rocks in the river after changing.

How my Grandmom escaped when she was surrounded

My Dad's mother, the daughter of the last Maravan clan patriarch, direct descendant of Eleazar, brother of Abraham, she was very very very tall, taller than my Dad who was 6 feet 3 or 4. She was so beautiful, very dark skinned yet 'transparent like river water'.

She and my Dad's Dad, who was Greek from Ithaca, both were very tall and so on the very rare occasion either of them needed to go anywhere they wouldn't go together.

They would never go into town, but only down to the settlement of another tribe that was a friendly tribe with theirs which had maintained connections with them over the centuries.

But somehow word got around and when my Dad was in his thirties - a very very long time ago, a search party set up of British and Indian princely states’ Royals, around the tribe's settlement to scout for my grandmom.

These gangs of what you could only call “state sponsored kidnappers” would literally kidnap tribals of high value, especially women, using the help of local Brahmins who used to do hypnotic drumming and chanting to “capture” the shakti or woman.

This search party hid quietly for many days in the lead-up to the time she would bring honey down from the mountain. She used to bring honey down if any new babies were born in the main family of the other tribe. It was her tradition as she was the princess of her tribe. They would take honey to the other tribe when their next prince or princess was born.

So they knew she was going to come down soon.

My father Patrick and his Uncle, (his mother's brother, Bernard) were in those days living downhill near Wellington town. But on that day they were on their way up hill to the friendly tribe's settlement - where Bernard had several girlfriends and prospective wives and very many 'adopted sisters'. He was like 'the MAN' there.

As my Grandmom came downhill, she was spotted taking her usual route. Down in the settlement, my Dad and Bernard could see her from afar off coming down, as could many in the tribe. The tribe had a noise they would make because she was the princess of another tribe with which they had very good connections. So they made a big noise.

The British and local royal family thugs hiding all around, suddenly became visible and began to close in on her.

At first from the settlement below nothing could be seen, but as my Grandmom was walking down, she stopped. The people beneath noticed she had stopped moving.

Then they saw that she was trapped. Behind her were British soldiers in a battle line, in front were the Brahmins with drums doing the low drumming they do before capturing a Shakti of value. And more were coming from one side and more soldiers were moving into position between the tribe and my Grandmom lest anyone try to rescue her.

My Dad Patrick and Bernard were still thinking of what to do when they saw my Grandmom walking again, now walking sideways off the goat track into a sort of open steppe area of about 15 feet length. There was a big rock there.

The whole circle of attackers began to move sideways to re-organize. They were about a minute's run away from her, but they were very scared and doing it ritually, all walking slowly inching towards her together, about 45 men in all.

And then those beneath in the settlement, they saw my Grandmom walk behind the big rock. It was about 14 feet high, common brown rock in that area, not ever noticed or mentioned before that day.

They heard a big noise, drumming etc. and then the soldiers rushed to the rock.

My Grandmom had disappeared. A few hundred people saw it including her son and her brother.

My Dad searched about with the other tribes people till about 7pm in the night. He knew they wouldn't find her but he just had to try anyway.

Not the exact rock, but a photo to show you the lie of the land in those parts and these huge jagged rocks that stand up out of nowhere. Those plants that look like weeds are actually trees.

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This incident, Ed, was both illustrated and written about in British Masonic records, kept in the Asiatic Library in Calcutta. My great great Granddad John Waltham found it there, immediately recognized the features of my Grandmom as that of my Dad’s tribe. He then searched the records, found the exact location of the story and from there searched for my Dad and his Uncle Bernard who were still living.

That’s how he then found his granddaughter Mary Eley and her daughter, Anna, my mother who was a teenager then. He had then been searching for his family many decades. He told me that when he heard he had a grand daughter alive and she a daughter, he experienced being upside down while standing straight up.

There’s no such thing as an accidental rock.