Mysticism in Newburyport

Peter James Ford

Description

MYSTICISM IN NEWBURYPORT is a seven-book series revealing ancient secrets from masters of all cultures along with modern-day breakthroughs by scientists and quantum physicists of our times. These tales began flowing after Peter’s powerful spiritual awakening in Newburyport, Massachusetts. Newburyport is a quaint little, historic seaport on the coast of Massachusetts heading towards New Hampshire. Peter had been sober in the 12-step recovery program for many years and had recovered from his alcoholism. Peter’s love of Nature had brought him to the Newburyport area. This area is rich with Nature’s treasures, Native American Heritage and many tales from the tall cargo ships of olden days. High street was lined with homes of these Sea Captains. Peter’s awakening had given him new eyes and new highly evolved senses. Peter was to have powerful past lives experience with his Mystery Woman guide named Layne. Layne was a mystic that would tell people things about themselves that there was no way she could know. She would look you in the eyes and tell you your deepest secrets. She also knew about the Earth’s electromagnetic grids and helped Peter understand what he was experiencing in Newburyport. Peter’s new heightened senses could feel the electromagnet flow of energy and the convergence right below Market Square in Newburyport. Market Square was one of the crossroads for these powerful electromagnet energies that gives life to our planet. Peter was to share the secrets that were revealed to him in his writings.

Sujets

• Spirituality
• Supernatural

Informations

• Publié par: Balboa Press
• Date de parution: 26 mars 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9798765240489
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 5 Mo

Extrait

MYSTICISM IN NEWBURYPORT
PART VI
SOUL QUEST





BY
PETER JAMES FORD






Copyright © 2023 Peter James Ford.

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ISBN: 979-8-7652-4047-2 (sc)
ISBN: 979-8-7652-4048-9 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2023905561



Balboa Press rev. date: 03/24/2023



Contents
Dedication
Sincere Thanks
Forward
Preface
Introduction
1 The Irish Storyteller Of Miami Beach
2 The Return Of The Mystic
3 Conveniently Forgotten History
4 Power Of Beliefs
5 The Three Amigos
6 Wisdom Quotes
7 PJF (Peter’s Jewels Forever)
8 Mystic Voice
9 My Endless Sevens’ Tale
10 The Following Are Seven Bonus Tales From Book Iv
11 The Seeker’s Journey
12 Riding Into The Mystic
13 Losing Yourself In Nature
14 Safe Passage
15 Mystic Voice
16 In The Wind
17 Soul Whispers
18 Wee Hour Wisdom
19 An Unlikely Messenger

Conclusion
About The Author



IN MEMORY
In my past books I have written about family and friends and thanked them for sharing this lifetime with me on the path. In this book my ‘In Memory’ will be of a very special place that has a piece of my heart forever.

The White Mountains of New Hampshire in the United States.

I have had people write me and ask about the White Mountains that I have written about and I realized that my books are being read around the world. Maybe not every country in the world but eight or nine countries that I know of. The United States, Canada, Mexico, England, Germany, New Zealand, Australia, Spain and France are some of the homes of my readers. So, that is why I mention that the White Mountains are in the United States .
I grew up in a blue collar town where everyone either worked at the General Electric Company, or worked construction in Boston, or was a Teamster, like me. I grew up never feeling like I fit in anywhere, not even in my family. I was consumed with numerous issues like learning disabilities, attention problems, social dysfunction, and I never could get along with others. I was a very intense individual right from the get-go. If we were playing a kids game in the street I was always playing for keeps. I lived in the survival mode 24/7 365 days a year, until I had my first drink of alcohol. Alcohol, the magic elixir, would ‘temporarily’ take away my pain but it would create even more. I began the game of chasing the next drink like the donkey chasing the carrot. My Father was a very kind man and along with my mother they did what they could for my brothers and I. My father would take us camping in the White Mountains and it saved my sanity. It gave me my first taste of PEACE.
I can remember it like it was yesterday (and not sixty years ago) of standing in the Spring sun feeling the sun’s warmth on my face as I listened to the wind blow through the tall pine trees and savoring the stillness and silence. The mountains were magical for me and I never forgot what Nature could do for me. We would swim in the freezing cold rivers and just felt so alive and free. Food tasted so good and I was relaxed enough to enjoy it. That is all I ever wanted was to be free and to feel good. In the mountains was the first and only time that I felt a feeling of well-being. I felt safe, carefree and like I had returned home.
We would leave the mountains and head back to Lynn, Massachusetts. As we would come back into town a dark cloud of depression would consume me. I was back in the badlands. Life for me at that time was pain and struggle and at a young age I turned to alcohol and sixties drugs to survive. I never did forget the peace that I experienced in the mountains.
It was about four hours to ride from Lynn to the White Mountains but I went every chance that I could get. As my life progressed I began living in New Hampshire and Maine. I am really a country boy at heart and I will settle back in the mountains one day. Then I will live out my life in peace and loving Nature.
Barbara, the love of my life, who I spent ten years with, would leave our Maine home with me and ride in the mountains all the time. I had a special Harley Davidson tricked out especially for Barbara and I had my monster show and go choppers to ride. Our favorite ride was the one around the White Mountains up through Crawford Notch and circling around back down to the Mount Washington Visitors Center. It was pure magic to ride this loop. A few years ago one of the worst tragedies happened with seven of the Jar Heads (U.S. Marines) riding club losing their live after being rundown on the backside of this loop. One of the saddest events ever…
My life has taken a simple twist of fate and I ended up in the perfect place to write. Of all places, it is in Miami, but provides me with the silence and space to write unfettered. My first book from start to finish took about ten years. I have written four books in the last two years and I have put together the sixth book in this seven-book series in just a few weeks. Not sure what has happened with me but I seem to have a constant flow of words filling the pages of my books.
Well, my heart is still in the White Mountains and I can feel the gentle, warm breeze softly grazing my face as I listen to the wind blow through the trees. If you listen with the right ears you will hear God’s voice in the wind gently speaking to you. At night if you look up into the sky you will see God’s eyes appearing as the stars.
This is my memory for my sixth book of The White Mountains.



Dedication
This sixth book is dedicated to:
NATURE

Our nature, Nature’s nature, God’s nature are all one and the same Nature.

The intelligence behind Nature is God and it is in every one of our fifty trillion cells.


The reason we feel so good when we take a walk in the woods, or along the seashore is that we are returning home to our true self. We are Nature. When you lose yourself all it takes to return yourself to your true nature is time in the woods, the mountains and the beaches.
When I was very young we lived in East Lynn, Massachusetts right near the beach. We were down the beach all the time and it was a Godsend for me. Later we moved to West Lynn and near the Lynn Woods Reservation. The reservation is 2,200 acre area with reservoirs, trails and fire towers. As a kid we would swim and fish and hike all over the area. There was a legend that the pirates had buried treasure at dungeon rock. Dungeon rock was like an old mine with a winding path into the Earth. It was a magical place. There were two fire towers, one was steel and one was stone. I had included in Book V a picture of the stone fire tower. Nature is everyone’s go-to-place but for someone like me it was really a life saver. Nature has saved me so many times whether being in the woods, the mountains, or along the ocean.
Years later when I was driving eighteen wheelers for the Teamsters Union I had taken a bunch of pills and got deathly sick. I left the job and I did not go to the hospital but I went to Lynn Beach and sat and reflected on my life. I knew I was not long for this world with the way I was living. The cop that I had gotten in a fight with and he had kicked out my front teeth when I was fifteen years old had said, I would never live long enough to drink legal. I think he would have been right if I had not gotten sober. I had numerous bad car and motorcycle crashes and I had been hit by cars three times. Two of the times I was run down were intentional. One night I had ran a roadblock in my muscle car and the cops from two towns emptied their guns at my car. I luckily turned off onto the back roads as down the road were the State Police waiting for me and they were loaded for bear. I had told this story elsewhere in my books and how the back roads were not used very much. The reason people were not out on these back roads was that a police informant had been found with his head cut off. Well, the stories of my younger years are in my other books and I would prefer to forget about that part of my life. Not long after getting very sick from taking a bunch of pills (that I did not even know what they were) I ended up in the 12-step re