Sydney Noir and New Age

Hae-Lyun Kang

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This memoir is an exploration of past lives, rebirthing, astrology, numerology, of experiencing God, and of visiting South Korea and Japan before my brother shot at Prince Charles.

Sujets

• Sociologie, société et politique
• South Korea
• Japanese

Informations

• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers LLC
• Date de parution: 31 janvier 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781645364597
• Langue: English

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Sydney Noir and New Age
A Memoir of My Spiritual Journey Before My Brother Shot at Prince Charles
Hae-Lyun Kang
Austin Macauley Publishers
2019-09-30
Sydney Noir and New Age About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgment Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty
About the Author
Hae-Lyun Kang is a Korean born, Australian raised writer, artist, and author living in Sydney since 1970. She was born in Seoul in 1968 and has a BA in Humanities from Western Sydney University and did ESL teaching and tutoring before turning to writing and painting. She has spent a year in Japan and South Korea, and Sydney Noir and New Age is her second book.
Dedication
For my family.
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Kang, Hae-Lyun
Sydney Noir and New Age
A Memoir of My Spiritual Journey Before My Brother Shot at Prince Charles
ISBN 9781641826624 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781641826631 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781645364597 (ePub e-book)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2019917069
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Acknowledgment
I would like to acknowledge my family and the team of Austin Macauley Publishers for bringing this book together.
Chapter One
I’m standing on a balcony looking down below while eating a piece of white bread in May of 1990 at age twenty-one up in Hornsby, Sydney for a three-day weekend camp organized by a Spiritualist Church from Blacktown. I throw the piece of breadcrumb down below for the birds to eat before going back into the kitchen to help myself to another piece of white bread. As I approach the kitchen, I can see further in the distance a man sitting down watching me. I feel him continue to watch me as I eat a second piece of bread. I while my time away as I wait for other people to arrive for this three-day weekend camp. Soon enough more people arrive and a lady who is middle-aged calls out to everyone.
“Welcome everybody, I’m Lynette and I hope you’ll enjoy your three days here. Gather around as we’re going to have a past life recall.”
I find that I’m the only one here who is Asian and am the youngest person while most of the people are aged—in their thirties, forties, and fifties. I join the rest of the people to one end of the hall.
“Who would like to volunteer for a past life recall?” asked Lynette.
A woman aged in her early forties with short, light brown hair and horsey teeth puts her hand up.
“What’s your name?” asked Lynette.
“I’m Jane.”
“Come forward Jane and lie down in front. Close your eyes and take a deep breath,” said Lynette.
Jane closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“Now I want you to see yourself walking down a path. You are walking toward a tunnel. At the end of this tunnel is a doorway. See yourself going toward the doorway and opening the door and stepping outside of the door. What do you see as you step outside of the door?” asked Lynette.
“I see a valley,” said Jane.
“What gender are you?” asked Lynette.
“I’m male,” replied Jane.
“What century do you see yourself in?”
“It’s early twentieth century.”
“What job do you think you do?”
“I’m a pilot for the First World War.”
“How do you see yourself living your life in this past life?”
“I died young in flying a plane during the First World War.”
“I see. See yourself walking back through the doorway and walking through the tunnel and coming back to the present life,” said Lynette. “Open your eyes and take a deep breath.”
Jane opened her eyes and took a deep breath. I sat there looking and watching this procedure take place and found myself not entirely convinced that Jane just had a past life recall.
“So, this is a past life recall everybody,” said Lynette. “Does anybody have any questions?”
“Yes, do you feel your past in being a pilot have any relevance to your present life?” asked a middle-aged woman.
“I’m not afraid of flying,” replied Jane.
“Any other questions?” asked Lynette.
“Do you feel the past life hinders your present life?” asked a middle-aged man.
“No, I work as a primary school teacher so I don’t see any barriers there,” replied Jane.
“Good,” said Lynette. “Let’s all go and have dinner and enjoy ourselves in having a wonderful meal. Come this way everybody.”
So, the group of twenty people and myself got up and made our way to the dining area and sat down to a dinner of roast chicken, vegetables, and pasta. Afterward we made our way to the sleeping cabins. There were to be three different sleeping quarters. I had allocated myself for the cabin of the night owls which was to be the noisiest group of sleepers. The first group was to be the quietest group and the second group was to be for the one in between the quietest group and the night owls.
“Good night Hae-Lyun,” said one of the middle-aged men in the cabin of the night owls.
I didn’t reply.
“She’s asleep,” said a middle-aged woman.
I kept my eyes closed and didn’t answer but I could feel the middle-aged man sensing that I wasn’t really asleep at all just yet, but soon enough I drifted off to sleep for real.
Chapter Two
Early the following morning the group of people went bushwalking. After the walk amongst bushlands of Hornsby, everyone gathered together for breakfast. After breakfast Richard, Lynette’s husband and co-founder of the Spiritualist Church of Blacktown called for everyone to gather around as he was going to do some channeling through his spirit guide who was a Chinese man called Lou Chen. Richard was a short, tubby, balding man with glasses in his early fifties.
“Good morning everybody, I’m Lou Chen, Richard’s spirit guide. If you have any questions, let me answer them for you,” said Richard channeling Lou Chen.
“How easy is it to be channeled by Richard?” asked a lady.
“Oh, it’s relatively easy,” said Richard channeling Lou Chen. “Richard is a very open-minded and amiable fellow to work with.”
“Oh, I see,” said the lady.
“Next question,” said Richard channeling Lou Chen.
“Yes, from what century are you from?” asked a man.
“I’m from the fourteenth century,” said Richard channeling Lou Chen.
“Uh huh,” replied the man.
“What universal message do you have for people in general?” asked a woman.
“The universal message that I would like to pass on is that the adage of Jesus Christ of doing unto others as you would have them do unto yourself holds true. Also, that the soul is eternal and lives on and that there is an afterlife,” said Richard channeling Lou Chen.
And so forth the questions kept coming till after half an hour or so, Richard then said, “I will now stop channeling Lou Chen and just be myself again.”
With that, Richard gave himself a little shake and took a deep breath and said,
“Ah now that I’m back to myself, what I want to tell you is this. Early this morning I saw a group of miniature fairy people in spirit build themselves a boat out of gum leaves and get inside the boat of gum leaves and float down the invisible river in spirit that was between the bushland trees here in Hornsby. You can’t see them with the naked eye but if you have second sight, you will be able to seem them for yourself while everybody went bushwalking this morning. So that’s the beauty of having the gift of second sight that way. OK, it’s time for a mid-morning snack and then time for an aromatherapy session before lunch.”
Everyone got up and went to the canteen area and helped themselves to some biscuits, cake, and tea before regrouping for the talk on aromatherapy by two ladies who visited the camp.
“Aromatherapy is the art of applying essential oils of plants and herbs to the body for specific purposes,” said one of the ladies presenting the aromatherapy session. “Essential oils have their healing properties and can be useful in alleviating a variety of disorders. Take the essential oil of lavender for example. Lavender essential oil is useful for relaxation and to enable you to go to sleep. While rosemary essential oil on the other hand is good for keeping alert and for enhancing memory and concentration. We’ll be passing around different essential oils for you to smell and try on.”
I found the fragrance of the essential oil of lavender to be of my liking.
“Mmm, this smells very nice,” I said.
“Yes, it is, isn’t it,” replied a lady.
The two ladies continued to pass around more essential oils of other herbs and plants around for the group of people to try. Afterward everyone went to the canteen area and had lunch. For lunch there was an array of food in abundance such as bread rolls, salad, ham, cheese, and chicken drumsticks etc. After lunch a meditation was held for the gathering of people and we all meditated through a guided visualization.
“See yourself as a point of light. You are light. Go toward the horizon in the distance and see yourself being part of the grand light that is