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Reality Transurfing: steps 1-5.
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Transurfing is a powerful technology of managing reality. Apply it – and life will begin to change
under YOUR order. The goal during using Transurfing doesn’t reached, but implemented for the most
part itself. It’s impossible to believe , but only at first sight. The ideas presented in the book have
already found practical confirmation. Those who tried to do the Transurfing, was surprised, bordering
on delight. The surrounding world of Transurfer is inexplicably changing before our eyes.
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Contents
FOREWORD
Chapter I. THE ALTERNATIVES MODEL
The Rustle of the Morning Stars
The Guardian’s Riddle
SUMMARY
Chapter II. PENDULUMS
Destructive pendulums
The Battle of the Pendulums
Puppet Strings
You get what you do not want
Defeating the Pendulum
Stopping a Pendulum
Simple Solutions to Complex Problems
The Suspended State
SUMMARY
Chapter III. THE WAVE OF FORTUNE
Antipode to the Pendulum
The Boomerang
Transmission
Magic Rituals
SUMMARY
Chapter IV. BALANCE
Excess Potential
Resentment and Judgement
Dependent Relationships
Idealization and Overvaluation
Contempt and Vanity
Superiority and Inferiority
Love to Have, Love to Hate
Guilt
Money
Perfection
Importance
From Battle to Balance
SUMMARY
Chapter V. THE INDUCED TRANSITION
The Generation Shift
The Pendulum Vortex
Disaster
War
Unemployment
Epidemic
Panic
Poverty
SUMMARY
Chapter VI. ТHE ALTERNATIVES FLOW
The Information Field
Knowledge Out of Nowhere
The Needy, the Indignant and the Fighter
Going With the Flow
Guiding Signs
Letting Go
SUMMARY
Chapter VII. INTENTION
Lucid Dreaming
The Dream Space
The Magical Power of Intention
Outer Intention
The Game Script
The Game According to Your Rules
The Purification of Intention
SUMMARY
Chapter VIII. SLIDES
Illusion
Distorting Reality
Positive slides
Widening Your Comfort Zone
Visualising the Goal
Visualising the Process
Transfer Chains
SUMMARY
Chapter IX. THE HEART AND MIND
The Wind of Intention
The Heart’s Sail
The Wizard Within
The Mirage
Guardian Angels
A Soul Box
Fraile
Unity of Heart and Mind
Sound Bite Slides
A Window onto the Alternatives Space
The Frame
SUMMARY
Chapter X. GOALS AND DOORS
How to Choose Your Own Things
How to Become a Trendsetter
Other People’s Goals
Breaking Through Stereotypes
Your Goals
Your Doors
Intention
Realisation
Inspiration
Reviving the Goal
SUMMARY
Chapter XI. ENERGY
Energy levels
Stress and relaxation
Energy vampires
The Protective Shield
Increasing Your Energy Levels
The Energy of Intention
The Step of Intention
Illness Pendulums
SUMMARY
Chapter XII. FRAILING
Intention in Relationships
The Flow of Relationships
Attuning to Fraile
Energy in Relationships
Pardon
Job Hunting
SUMMARY
Chapter XIII. COORDINATION
The Insecurity Labyrinth
Coordinating Importance
The Battle with the Clay Golem
Ending the Battle
Release
Coordinating Intention
Apples Fall to the Sky
SUMMARY
Chapter XIV. FORWARD TO THE PAST
Transaction
Shades in the Scenery
Gliding
SUMMARY
Chapter XV. LETTERS FROM THE PAST
A Run of Bad Luck
The Game of Partners
Charity
Esoteric Knowledge
How to Win Back the One You Love
Intention
Importance Potential
Reality Inversion
SUMMARY
Chapter XVI. DANCES WITH SHADOWS
The Origin of Intention
The Law of Bad Luck
Everything Happens to Spite You
The Pendulum Rule
Stabilising the Structure
The Indigo Arrivals
Energy Lords
Declaration of Intention
SUMMARY
Chapter XVII. THE DREAMS OF THE GODS
The Two Sides to Reality
The Waking Dream
The Children of God
The Dream Theatre
SUMMARY
Chapter XVIII. THE MIRROR WORLD
The Dual Mirror
The Reality Amalgam
Chasing Your Reflection
The World Comes To You
The Maker’s Intention
The League of Mirror Makers
SUMMARY
Chapter XIX. THE GATEKEEPER TO ETERNITY
The Energy of Intention
Correcting the Mirror
The Reality Maker
Coordinating the dream
The Maker’s Verdict
SUMMARY
Afterword. A STRANGE REALITY
The Intention of the Ancient Magicians
GLOSSARY
FOREWORD
DEAR READER,
Everyone wants their life to be comfortable, abundant, free of illness and
chaos, and yet we often find that life has its own plans, and can leave us feeling
like a little paper boat spinning round on life’s turbulent waters. You may have
tried all sorts of popular methods aimed at achieving happiness but I wonder
how effective you found them if they conformed to the traditional worldview.
This book introduces many strange and wonderful things. It is all so mind-
blowing you might not want to believe it. But you will not have to believe. The
methods introduced here invite you to test everything out for yourself and when
you do, your current worldview will crumble.
Transurfing is a powerful technique aimed at giving you the power to create
aspects of your life in a way that would ordinarily seem impossible; In
particular, Transurfing will give you the power to control your own destiny as
you see fit. I promise no miracles and yet something greater than a miracle
awaits you. You will discover that the hidden quality of reality is more
extraordinary than any mystic tradition.
There are many books available now on how to become successful, rich and
happy. It is a tempting prospect, for who would not want these things? The
problem is that when you start reading these self-help books you discover that in
order for the technique to work you have to do certain exercises, embark on
some serious soul searching, meditate, and straight away, your enthusiasm
wanes. For most people life is busy and stressful enough without having to add
to the workload by giving yourself any more to do.
The books will tell you that you are imperfect and that change will have to
start with yourself otherwise there is no point in hoping for anything more. You
might not be entirely satisfied with yourself but deep down you know that you
do not really want to change and neither should you have to. Be careful of
anyone who tells you that you are less than perfect, for how could anyone else
possibly know how you are meant to be? If you are told that you must change
yourself in order to achieve the things you want in life the solution is not where
you were looking for it.
The main idea of Transurfing is based on the existence of the alternatives
space which stores the scripts of all possible events. The number of alternatives
is infinite just like the number of possible points on a coordinate graph is
infinite. In the alternatives space is written everything that was, is, or ever will
be. Under certain conditions, a person’s thought energy can materialise a given
sector of the alternatives space.
A potential alternative is embodied in physical reality like a reflection in the
mirror of alternatives. The individual is capable of shaping their own reality as
long as they observe certain rules. The mind tries unsuccessfully to influence the
reflection. Instead you have to change the image that is being reflected.
In this book we are not going to do exercises, meditate or obsess with the self.
Transurfing is not so much a new method of self-improvement as a
fundamentally different way of thinking and behaving in order to get what you
desire out of life. It implies exactly this–to get what you desire from life, rather
than having to fight for it. The method of Transurfing is not aimed at changing
the self. It offers a way of returning to self.
We all make mistakes in life and then think how wonderful it would be if we
could turn back the clock and put everything right. I am not promising you a
“train ticket back to your childhood”, but mistakes can be put right and doing so
is a bit like returning to the past, or even stepping ‘forward into the past’. The
meaning of these words will become clearer towards the end of the book. You
will not have heard or read anywhere else the things I am going to tell you here,
so be prepared for the unexpected as enjoyable as it is surprising.
Chapter I. THE ALTERNATIVES MODEL
Dreams Don’t Come True
The Rustle of the Morning Stars
I was woken by the neighbour’s dog barking. The nasty animal was always
waking me up. How I hated it! Why should I have to be woken up by the noise
of someone else’s pet? I decided to go out for a walk, calm down and distract
myself from the intense desire to set fire to my neighbour’s house. They say
dogs are like their owners. This one was. There always seemed to be some idiot
in my life trying to get me down. Feeling stressed I started to get dressed. My
slippers had disappeared again. Where are you, you sneaky little buggers? When
I find you I will chuck you out!
It was foggy and damp outside. I walked along the slippery path through the
gloomy forest. Almost all the leaves had fallen, exposing the grey trunks of half-
dead trees. Why do I live in the middle of this depressing bog? I reached for a
cigarette. I didn’t really want one, but old habits told me I needed one. Need? At
what point had I become addicted to cigarettes? It’s not very pleasant smoking in
the morning on an empty stomach. I used to be a social smoker. It had been
fashionable, a symbol of freedom and style. But the party ends and the grey,
drizzle of everyday life sets in, bringing with it problems in patches like slimy
puddles. You smoke each problem away several times as if saying to yourself:
“I’ll just have this quick smoke, catch my breath and then launch myself back
into the dreaded routine.”
The smoke got in my eyes making them sting, so I placed my hands over them
for a minute like an upset child. I was so fed up of everything. As if reading my
thoughts, a birch branch bent spitefully and hit me hard on the forehead.
Bastard! In my outrage I broke the branch in half and threw it to one side. The
branch got caught in a tree and bounced from side to side and sprang up and
down like a jack in a box as if mocking my inability to change any aspect of my
world. Feeling very low I pushed on.
Every time I tried to battle with the world it would at first yield, giving me
false hope, only then to come back at me with a hard slap. It’s only in films that
the hero sets off towards his goal casting aside anything and everything that
stands in the way. In reality, things are a bit different. Life is like a game of
roulette. You win once, twice, even three times. You imagine yourself the prize-
winner with the world at your feet but always end up with less than you started.
You are just the turkey fattened up to be roasted and devoured to the sounds of
happy music and laughter. You were fooling yourself. It’s not your lucky day.
You made a mistake…
Wallowing in dark thoughts I arrived at the beach. Sharp waves were biting
viciously at the sandy shore. The cold, damp sea breeze blew at me bitterly. Fat
sea gulls wandered the shoreline, lazily pecking at rotten waste. Their eyes
carried a cold, black empty look as if reflecting the cold and antagonism of the
world around me.
A tramp was collecting empty bottles on the beach. I wished he would
disappear. I wanted to be alone but he was walking towards me, probably
wanting to scrounge something. I decided to go home. Was there no peace
anywhere? I was so tired. I realised that the feeling of tiredness never left me,
even when I was relaxing. At some point I had started killing time as if sitting
out a prison sentence. I was always waiting for things to change, for a new stage
in my life to begin where I would be different and able to enjoy life, but that
stage was always somewhere in the future. In the meantime it was the same old
drudgery. I kept waiting but the better future remained as elusive as ever. I
would return home and do the same thing I always did; eat a boring breakfast
and then leave for my dull job, forcing myself to produce results which mattered
to someone else but not to me. It would be just another day of the same tiresome,
meaningless life.
I was woken by the rustle of the morning stars. What a sad dream. It was as if I
had returned to a period in my past. Thank goodness it was only a dream. I
stretched with relief just like my cat does. There he was lying lazily sprawled
out–only his ears giving any sign that he was aware of my presence. Get up you
whiskered thing. Are you coming with me for a walk? I had placed an order for a
sunny day and so set off towards the sea.
The path led through the forest and the rustle of the morning stars gradually
faded, giving way to the multi-voiced choir of the bird nation. Someone in the
bushes was trying especially hard “Food! Food!” There he was the little wretch.
However can such a little ball of fluff squawk so loudly? Only now did it occur
to me that although every bird had a different voice, none were ever out of tune
with the rest of the choir. They always managed to produce such a graceful
symphony; no orchestra, however sophisticated could be favourably compared.
The sun stretched its rays between the trees, creating a magical backlighting
that highlighted the voluminous depth and richness of the colours of the forest
and transforming it into one miraculous hologram. The path led me diligently
towards the sea. The emerald waves exchanged whisperings with the warm sea
breeze. The shore seemed endless and empty but I felt comfortable and at peace
as if the overpopulated world had created a secluded corner just for me. Some
people believe the world is an illusion created by the mind but I could not
imagine having such a high opinion of myself that I could think all this beauty
was the product of my own consciousness.
Still feeling the effect of my oppressive dream I began to reminisce about my
former life, which had actually been as dull and gloomy as my dream. Like a lot
of people, I had often demanded that the world give me all I felt it owed me but
in response it had turned its back on me in indifference. I was advised by others
wiser and more experienced than myself not to give up because the world
doesn’t give up that easily either. “You have to fight for what you want”. So I
tried battling with the world but I didn’t get anywhere and ended up exhausted.
My advisers had a ready answer for this too. “You are the problem. Change
yourself before you start demanding things of life”. So, I battled with myself but
this turned out to be even harder than battling with the world.
Then one day, I dreamed that I was in a nature reserve. In the dream I was
surrounded by indescribable beauty. I was walking through the reserve and
admiring the full wonder of it all when I came across an angry old man with a
grey beard who, as far as I could make out, was the Guardian of the Reserve. He
watched me in silence. I walked up to him but as soon as I opened my mouth to
speak he cut across me. In a cold tone he said that he didn’t want to hear a word;
he was tired of noisy and capricious visitors who were constantly displeased,
always making demands and left mountains of rubbish after themselves. I
nodded in sympathy and walked on.
I was amazed by the unique beauty of the reserve and wondered why I hadn’t
visited it before. Enchanted, I continued to wander around taking in the
magnificence on all sides. No words could fully describe the perfection of the
landscape. My mind went blank in stunned admiration.
Soon the Guardian appeared before me again. The austere look on his face had
softened and he beckoned for me to follow. We climbed to the top of a green hill
and from there the spectacular view of a picturesque valley opened before us. I
could make out some kind of village with toy houses decorated with plants and
flowers like an illustration in a book of fairy-tales. Had the scene before me
appeared more real I could have stood regarding it with delight for some time.
As it was, I started to suspect that such fabulous beauty was the stuff of dreams
and not real life. I turned to the Guardian with a questioning look but he just
sneered into his beard as if to say: “We’re only just getting started!”
As we descended into the valley below it began to dawn on me that I could not
remember how I had arrived at the reserve. I was hoping the old man could give
me an explanation. Then I must have made some clumsy remark about how it
must feel pretty damn good to be one of the lucky ones who could afford to live
in such a beautiful place, to which, openly displaying his irritation, the Guardian
replied: “Who is stopping you from joining them?”
I started to go on about how not everyone was born rich and we don’t choose
our fate. The Guardian ignored my words and said: “That’s the point. Everyone
is free to choose any destiny they wish. The only freedom we truly have is the
freedom of choice. You can choose anything you want.”
His statement did not at all fit with my philosophy of life and I made to argue
with him, but the Guardian would not listen: “Fool!” he said. “You have the
right to choose, but you don’t exercise it. You do not even understand what ‘to
choose’ really means.” This is ridiculous, I thought. What does he mean by, “I
can choose whatever I want”? Anyone would think that you could just conjure
up anything you wanted. At that moment I suddenly realised that I was
dreaming. The situation threw me and I did not know how to behave.
As far as I can recollect I hinted to the old man that he could chose to speak
rubbish whether in a dream or in waking but there ended the extent of his
freedom. My comment did not seem to bother the Guardian at all; in fact he
laughed in response. Aware of how ridiculous the situation was (what was the
point of getting into a debate with a figure from my own dream?) I was
considering whether it would be better to wake myself up. As if reading my
mind the old man said: “That’s enough. We don’t have much time. I hadn’t
expected them to send me a moron like you, but I must carry on with my mission
nonetheless.”
I was going to ask him what his ‘mission’ was, and who ‘they’ were but he
ignored me, instead giving me a riddle, which at the time seemed quite absurd:
“Everyone can have the freedom to choose whatever they want; but here’s a
riddle for you: how do you acquire that freedom? When you guess the answer
correctly your apples will fall to the sky.”
What apples? I was beginning to loose patience and said that I had no intention
of solving any riddles. Miracles only happened in dreams and fairy-tales. In
reality, apples generally fall to the ground, to which he replied: “That’s enough!
Let’s go. There is something I must show you.”
Regrettably, when I woke up I could not remember the end of the dream.
However, I did have the distinct feeling that although I was unable to express it
consciously, the Guardian had imparted some kind of information to me. Just
one word seeped through into my mind but I had no idea what it meant:
Transurfing. The thought I found going round my mind was that I did not have
to totally furnish my world myself; that everything that was to be mine had been
created long ago without my participation but for my own well-being. There was
absolutely no point in battling with the world for a place under the sun, and no-
one was stopping me from simply choosing the life I wanted to have.
At first the idea seemed absurd. I would probably have forgotten all about it if
I had not to my amazement soon afterwards started having very clear
recollections of what the Guardian meant by the word ‘choose’, and how to
actually make a choice. The answer to the Guardian’s riddle came to me of its
own accord; as knowledge does sometimes seem to come from nowhere. Every
day I learned something new and each time I felt huge surprise, sometimes
bordering on fear. I can give no rational explanation of how this knowledge
came to me but of one thing I am certain. I could never have made it up myself.
Ever since I discovered Transurfing (or rather, since I was given it to discover)
my life has been filled with joyful meaning. Anyone who has ever been involved
in some kind of creative work will know the happiness and fulfilment that comes
with creating something with your own hands. Imagine then the feeling of
creating your own destiny. Even the expression ‘to create your own destiny’ as it
is interpreted in its usual sense, fails to describe what I mean here. Transurfing is
a method that frees you to choose your own destiny, literally like you would
choose something in a supermarket. I want to share this with you so that you can
understand why ‘apples fall to the sky’, why the ‘morning stars rustle’, and
many other curious things.
The Guardian’s Riddle
There are different interpretations of the nature of fate. One interpretation is
that fate is your lot in life, something predetermined and which however hard
you try, you can never escape. This definition is rather limiting as it suggests that
if a rough lot has befallen you in life there is no hope of anything ever getting
any better. Despite this, there will always be those who willingly accept this
definition of fate because it is convenient. They would rather life be reliable and
the future more or less predictable than live with the fear of uncertainty.
Nonetheless, the total inevitability implied by this interpretation of fate leaves
one feeling dissatisfied and even a little resentful. People who are deprived of
good luck lament their fate and naturally question why life is so unfair. Why is it
that some people have more than they could ever desire, while others never seem
to have enough? Why is it that things come easily to some, while others never
achieve results however hard they try? Some people are endowed with natural
beauty, intellect and strength, while others seem to have an inferior goods label
stuck to their forehead for their entire life as if paying for some kind of
previously committed sin. Why does such inequality exist? Why does life in its
endless diversity place limits on certain groups of people and where exactly did
those less lucky go wrong?
People often feel hurt and indignant when they realize they are less fortunate
than others and they search for an explanation for their circumstances. This is
when many people turn to teachings that support ideas such as karma and
retribution for sins committed in previous lives. One would think that all the
Lord our God had to do with his time was discipline his naughty children and
that despite his omnipotence he evidently struggles with the parenting side of
things, putting off the punishment of retribution until a later date. One wonders
what the point could be of punishing a person for something they do not actually
remember doing.
Another popular explanation for inequality spreads the false hope that those
who suffer and live their lives in need will later receive generous compensation,
although it is not clear whether good fortune awaits them in heaven or in a future
life. Whatever the arrangement, explanations like these can never leave one fully
satisfied. Whether past and future lives exist or not is also of little significance.
You can only be aware of the life you are living now and so in this sense, it is
