Teachers of The Path

I never meant to come this way... To travel in this strange direction...
Unknown Masters of Reality trick us along "The Way"...

"Brother, where are you going?" he asked.

He was a Buddhist Monk .. travelling unseen in the wilderness .. the places we fear most of all. Perhaps his journey crossed thousands, tens of thousands, millions of years .. who knows?

"Brother, where are you going?" he asked.

I had spent my entire life - seeking "The Way".

"Where are you going?"

Ahead of me the mountains were high and covered with snow. These mountains were the highest mountains in the world. Towering above me .. rock and stone .. colour and light .. wind and air .. pressure and intensity.

"Brother, where are you going?" he asked.

He was a Buddhist Monk, dressed in traditional robes of the ancient peoples. He appeared to be younger than I .. but appearances can be deceptive. I was - at that time - 60 years old... and the Monk? Who knows how old he was?

"Brother, which path do you seek?" he asked.

Teachers of The Path
The towering mountains shimmered before my mind .. the Buddhist Monk faded .. ever so slowly .. in front of my eyes. The mind or the human eye? Which is accurate? Which one is the path to truth? Where do I find truth?

I finally had to accept that I was lost...

Exhausted, I fell face down onto the rocky, sandy slope of the highest mountain in the world.

"You do not choose," they said, "you do not choose... we decide... "

I lay defeated .. my entire life .. seeking "The way".

How can you know compassion? Other than compassion for your own self?

The energy of the ancient ones penetrated my innermost being. When and how did I forget? How could I not know? How could I spend my entire life searching for truth and do not find the subtle reality that I sought?

I was utterly defeated.

"You do not choose... we decide... " they said ...

How could I be so lost? How?

In despair I pressed the skin of my face against the sand and stone of the eternal mountain. Do we lose sight of who we are or do we discover the truth in the energy of our own existence?

We decide...

I fell asleep on the extreme mountain slopes and some strange energy awoke inside me above the Center of Initiation. I was .. I am .. I see .. I understand .. the teachers of the path show us who we are... lifetime after lifetime.

All that it takes is a realisation...

"Brother, where are you going?" he asked.

I reached out my hand...

Where are you going?

Across The Path of Time

You cannot measure time...

There is the Infinite Path .. out of which arise the ebb and flow of the tides.

I spent my youth sitting on the rocks at the edge of the sea. I would sit there for hours and watch the ocean waves. At low tide I could climb out pretty far to the rocks below and at high tide I had to scramble back closer to the shore.

The whole coastline had changed dramatically over the last five hundred years... I did not tell anyone - at that time - that I saw the changes long ago in my dreams. I just sat by the sea, whenever I could, watching the movement of the water.

In reality, I knew that time does not exist. All that exists are the tides. Continents may come and continents may go on the surface of the Earth; but time is an illusion. The Masters taught me that all that exists are facts... and they were right.

I was born in 2513, very near to the coast. Things were stable now and we did not expect such severe changes to occur again for at least two thousand years. The coastline changes were so severe that the seabed swallowed everything made by man.

The buildings did not only disappear underwater, they were swallowed by the rocks, lava and silt, buried deep under the sea. It had happened before in Earth's history and it will happen again.

The Taoist Masters laughed at our concern. They said they regularly talked with their Ancestors across the illusion of space and time. All is one. Time is an illusion.

I wished I could talk with the Ancestors!

Only now and then could I see different worlds than the one we have today. I once saw myself sitting on the rocks of a wild shoreline. That was another life. For hours I sat watching the waves and that is why I know time is an illusion.

You can never remember the size, nature, movement and form of each wave.

Our Ancestors did not think of time - but only of the movement of the tides.

One day at the shore, the sea seemed calm and friendly. There were few clouds in the sky above. The sunlight sparkled like diamonds on the surface of the water. Suddenly, out of the blue, a large wave crashed over my head. Soaking wet I sheepishly returned home - I never saw it coming towards me.

Today I call them Ninja waves .. they sneak up to the shore flat and silent, hidden among the larger and smaller waves. The swell is massive and yet you barely see it coming. It's as though the ocean knows you are there and it touches you deeply.

I wish I could talk with the Ancestors!

All events that unfold in our lives are the rocks, trees and landscape of The Path, the Taoist Masters said. The Path is timeless, although it may take you a lifetime to follow its Way and understand.

The Taoist Masters had no intention of allowing us to sleepwalk the Path in this life. The sudden wave soaking me now is their teachings. I walk ahead, paying attention, soaked to the skin with their energy, alert and observing my own nature.

Getting soaked by the sea and getting soaked by the Tao is one and the same.

The Path is the Path...

It was the energy that had changed my life way back five hundred years ago. It is the energy that is changing my life now in 2513. This is why I say, time does not exist.

The ebb and flow of energy is the cosmic tide that guides us on our Path. Guidance is the past and the future manifest in the present. Past, present and future are NOW.

The Path is all around us in every moment in every aspect of the landscape. The next wave washes gently away from the sand and crosses the last wave and the one before, and the one before, and the one before - lifetime after lifetime.

I still love to sit and watch the ocean - even on stormy days.

Observing my own nature.

Sunlight Reflected On The Oceans

Sparkling light sends out rays that no one sees...

"Wake up, little one..."

Rays of light shimmer across deep blue waters.

"Wake up .. wake up..."

Sunlight ripples on the surface of the oceans waves.

"Don't you hear me?" ... "Wake up..."

A large wave crashes onto the shore .. the bright sand soaks water .. wake up !!

"Oh! I'm sorry... "

"I'm sorry, Master .. please forgive me!"

"What were you dreaming - little one?"

"Why! Nothing! I wasn't dreaming... Please forgive me Master!"

"The Tao is endless and so .. why not dream!"

Sunlight sparkled on the surface of the sea. Wave after wave rolled onto the sandy shore. The Sun shimmered in waving lines across the wet sand as the ocean waves receded. Everything on our world depends on the sea.

"What were you dreaming of, little one?"

The surface of the ocean reflected onto my blue eyes.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep, Master!"

Each wave rolled across the sand and receded. All reflecting light.

"What did you dream of, little one?" he asked.

How can a child know truth, when those around us do not? I bowed my head and closed my eyes. I tried to hide my dreams deep, deep beneath the ocean waves, like the sea cockles and clams buried and hidden deep under the sandy shore.

I did not want to insult my Masters, and so I hid my secret treasure deep beneath the ocean.

"What did you dream little one?" he asked.

"I .. I .. dreamt of the ocean..."

"I saw the sunlight reflected on the surface of the sea."

"And where were you?" he asked.

"I was not .. there was only the vast ocean and the sunlight."

"Then, how did you see both water and the Sun?" he asked.

How did I see both water and the Sun? "I don't know!"

"Consciousness is like sunlight reflected on the ocean of my mind."

"Buddha protect you child... The sea is all consciousness .. timeless .. and the reflected sunlight is awareness. Now, waken up from your dreams," he said.

"May Buddha bless you..."

We Forge Knives

Close to my body...
I never let the knife out of my sight!

We forge knives .. nous forgeons couteaux .. againn sceana bhrionnú .. forjar ganivets .. Watashitachiha naifu o gizō .. vi skabe knive .. Wǒmen ruìyì dāo .. labanak Agorregi dugu.

Close to my body .. is the knife I forged .. with my own mind.

It was year 2121, 21st of June [Earth orbit time] .. anti-gravity was a reality for our time-zone. Floating ships-of-light hovered high within Planet Earth's gravitational fields. Yes! Gravity fields! Plural...

I climbed to the top of Mesa Verde, followed by my friends.

Close to my body .. is the knife I forged .. each one of us .. we had secretly forged our own knives... Renegades in time .. guided by our ancient Ancestors!

I was 13 years old when I forged my first carbon steel knife blade .. an unknown and ancient technology lost to future technologically advanced generations on Planet Earth 2121.

Quantum computers and advanced robotics did everything for us humans. You could say, we are the perfect society. Something you humans in 2012 could only dream of .. and yet...

I was a high-level Quantum computer engineer .. trained by my society to build, program and repair our highly advanced technological socio-adaptive science. But, secretly .. my passion... I held close to my body.

Close to my body, I never let the blade out of my sight!

Following behind me, a long trail of highly advanced men and women climbed to the top of Mesa Verde.

It was 2121 .. and yet each one of us carried .. close to our bodies .. blades we forged ourselves!

Lifetime after lifetime, we forged the blades of our souls.

I reached back my hand to pull my friend up over the loose stones and sand.

I had forged a strong blue carbon steel Celtic European blade .. my friend had forged an elegant short Damascus, Kanetsune Yuh, Japanese Tanto with 15 layers of folded Japanese Aogami Blue steel.

I pulled my friend up to the next plateau of our journey together, one hundred and eleven of us travelled together on this path towards the ridge...

Ahead of us and behind us were dark obsidan hand knapped blades, ancient agate knives from pre-paleolithic times .. we had done it all .. we knew it all. Stone tools, tucked away into tight fitting pockets. Some of us had travelled back in time to pick up Mammoth Ivory Damascus, lock folding Old Pompe, Callejon forged knives, La Tène blades and primitive stone cutting tools...

Why ... ?

Because across the invisible sands of time, we made them - ourselves!

It was forbidden, of course, to extract artifacts from ancient times...
As renegades, we did it anyway!

Close to my body is the knife that I forged .. lifetime after lifetime.

Was it your hand who knapped the small white agate stone blade lying in the dusty sands of Grand Canyon? Did you beat the rough copper blade before man knew how to cut a fine metal edge? Does it matter if you hand knapped a sharp obsidian cutting edge .. or if you forged a fine metal blade from the sweat of your ancient mind?

So, we hid our blades well in 2121, guided by the strange and elusive Masters, The Invisible Guides.

We forge knives... across the ancient and elusive spirit sands of time.

Know your deep Katana path! Lifetime after lifetime!
[Taoist discourse on Remote Viewing and Time Travel Skills]

Time^Traveller's Dilemma

Our souls evolve across the illusion of space and time...

Just as a bird leaves the nest and flies - through instinct - into the unknown .. and a baby tiger stalks through the grass of thousands of years .. and a small baby dolphin swims close to its mother .. and where a tiny mouse crawls after its mother into unperceived dangers .. so do humans enter the vast unpredictable Time^ Travellers dilemma of Quantum Space.

Evolution?

The wolf creates the man .. and the man creates ... ??

I was White Wolf long before the white man reached our shores...

Native Americans [the children of Atlantis], respected the wolf, the coyote, the wild cats and the bobcat. Native people knew that their inner inheritance came from the spiritual evolution of Spirit through the ages. They respected us, because we are the foundation of their progressions.

When the arrow pierced my white wolf heart .. I gave myself .. to the void.

Time^Traveller's Dilemma
Who can you trust, if you cannot trust yourself?

In the dark of the night, I crouched as a Ninja...

Who can you trust, if you cannot trust yourself?

The Ninja's of Japan grew from an unknown ancient source.

Did I know then that I was a Time^Traveller? I doubt it!!

All I knew was the agility of my past incarnation as White Wolf...

Our animal brothers and sisters live inside us .. lifetime after lifetime. Does this make us any less than we are?

I paused to consider why it is that I was able [as a Ninja] to command such incredible superhuman powers!!

As White Wolf I was a male .. as my Ninja incarnation .. I was a female .. the Universe balances itself as Quantum reality.

Who is right and who is wrong?

As White Wolf, I brought food back to the wolf pack. I fed future generations of my animal wolf tribe. As a Ninja, I learned to know what is right and what is wrong in the more advanced human world of man. We were part of an ancient culture - far beyond the knowledge of mankind as it exists now.

Can you travel through time and know who you are?

Sure you can...

Apply it!

I Protect ...

It was 1922, Paris, France ... Colette had published, La Maison de Claudine Sido. I put the pages of the open book across my face to shield my eyes from the heat of the Midday Sun. How can someone write so beautifully and with such passion? Even worse, how can she be a woman?

I hate myself, for being who I am.

I care about nothing. I am young, rich and incapable. The only male heir to my families fortunes - already I am bored with life.

Inside my arrogant world, I secretly wish to exchange my riches for the truly artistic skills and passions of this woman.

I hate myself for being who I am ... I despise my own past ... the past that formed me. If I could go back in time I would change everything.

Being a man in a man's world is no benefit. Our advantage only makes us weak.

We indulge ... because we can. We do what we want ... because we can.

I put the open book down on the meadow grass as I quietly watch the blue sky above. How can a woman write like this in a man's world?

Perhaps woman have the advantage, because they have to be stronger to survive in our self made world ... a man's world ... built for us ... by us ... for our own pleasure and benefit.

Is this a bitter salty tear stinging at the corner of my eye? Go away tear ... I have no pity for myself. Why am I so weak? I wipe the salt from my face as a shadow casts itself across my vulnerable human form.

He was older than me; but he looked strangely familiar. I was frozen to the soft ground of the meadow beneath my body, unable to move. Who is this man, who looks so much like me in many ways?

I must have fallen asleep under the cover of the pages of that book. I must be dreaming. I have to stay calm. I have to waken up now. Who is this man? He looks so familiar to me.

Back In Time
It was not easy to go back in time and face myself. That young arrogant self I thought I had left behind when I changed the skin of my existence. It was the same body; but with a new inner life (I thought).

The illuminated beings who took compassion on me, and who changed me forever, sent me back to face myself. They simply suggested that it might be a good idea to discover compassion - for myself.

Why was I shaking as I looked down at my own face?

Yes! Of course! I vividly remember his fear ... my own fear.

Yes! I remember that day very well ... it was the day that changed my life forever.

Compassion is not something that comes easily. Compassion comes like a thunderstorm when conditions are right. The tears from my eyes fell onto the young man's face. "I love you... " I said ... "I protect you... "

To have compassion for oneself is not easy .. to love oneself and to communicate that love .. is not easy. Through that compassion we transform our own inner world. "I love you... " I said ... "I protect you... "

Yes! I was willing to protect myself with compassion. No one told me how, I just knew how. That moment was the real event that totally transformed my life, changing my inner world.

Our ego dominated self made world externalizes love and internalizes pain.

The young man I once was closed his eyes and fell asleep. It would be many years before he would remember. It would be many years before he would recall the meeting that changed him forever.

The strange illuminated beings simply encouraged me to show compassion.

They pointed me in the right direction ... that's all.

For Time^Travellers compassion is the harmonic bridging their true existence.
[Taoist discourse on Remote Viewing and Time Travel Skills]

Paleo Blue ..

Humans are pathetic!

The tall and slender Time Traveller looked up from the castle walls .. humans are pathetic!

It was the end of April 2012 .. the day was warm .. the air currents spiralled upwards.

Crosswinds hit the cars, making the motorway drivers nervous. The slender and mysterious Time Traveler knew nothing of this. Humans are pathetic!

He looked at me from under the dark brim of his wide black hat .. his eyes shining iridescent blue from beneath the darkness of shade. He smiled an ironic smile, knowing that I could see him.

Humans are pathetic!

The mysterious Time Traveller had watched me climb the timeless stairs to the top of the ancient castle. He studied me as I watched the strange battle overhead. He studied me, as I watched the lesser spotted eagle ride the air currents high above us.

Pathetic...

The two giant birds floated high on the warm currents of air spiralling above the forest below. Behind them three gliders were attempting to follow the eagles in search of an up-current. The humans were following the birds.

Humans are pathetic .. the two raptors circled effortlessly in the warm air, as the gliders attempted to steal the birds airspace and natural instincts. I watched the birds and I did not appreciate the sharp turns of the glider pilots attempting to cut into the birds flight paths.

Humans are pathetic .. he said!

I looked sideways as I tried to watch the birds rise higher and higher in the afternoon sky .. his shining iridescent blue eyes smiled like stars from beneath the brim of his black hat .. pathetic!!

The two giant birds climbed effortlessly as the three gliders floated lower and lower. The lesser spotted eagles soared higher in the up currents as the clumsy human gliders dropped below them, until the gliders had to move on. They drifted sideways dropping below the castle walls...

The birds were faster than man, with a natural understanding of flight, magnetic currents and atmospheric lift. The birds feathers were designed to gently touched magnetic air currents. The brim of the Time Traveller's hat was also designed to gently touch magnetic currents.

Paleo Blue
The slender stranger placed the knife on the low castle wall. Paleo Blue .. the blade of the knife was as sharp as the eagles wings. Their wings cut through the magnetism of the air as the knife cut though the magnetism of space and time.

The knife blade looked like a slender feather.

The three gliders fell lower and lower. The two birds soared high beyond acute physical sight. Up and up they soared, until I could no longer see them.

Paleo blue?

The slender Time Traveller disappeared from view, as I picked up the knife from the castle wall.

Gateway .. Origins

Doorway of Eternity ..

Egypt 2113 BC .. I slowly pulled myself off the ground .. sand embedded in my face.

2113 .. the Kinship passes to Ur ... I brush the fine grains of sand from my skin.

The open passageway shimmered in the heat of the midday Sun. Dark entrance silhouetted against fractions of light hitting the pupils of my eyes. I crawled blinded towards the dark entrance.

I felt like an insect crawling across a fabric of earth crystals. The scorpion's needle like claws scurried across the burnt skin of my open fingers. I looked up at the dark entrance .. how far could it be ?

Our ancestors had survived the destruction of Atlantis. The great ocean swelled .. but not here .. in this hot desert landscape! The dry sandy desert cut into the skin of my mouth. How long would it take for me to reach the Gateway .. to reach the Origins? I'm not going to make it...

Should I drown .. or should I die of thirst?

How could we come from the deep swell of Atlantic ocean waves to the dry dust of hot desert sands?

I was a small child .. I loved the changing ocean waves.

The coastal depths were so severe and so deep that dolphins swam between the exited children of Atlantis... we laughed and swam .. chasing dolphin tails .. they were always faster than us.

But here I am .. crawling in desert sand .. the skin of my hands covered in the crystal dust of the Earth. The life essential water in my body buried and sealed deep beneath the surface of my skin. The Gateway shimmering ahead of me .. moving further and further away.

My mother always told me that we Atlanteans were nothing without water.

The passageway ahead grew deeper and darker .. as it moved further and further away. The muscles in my body tightened. The skin on my arms burned.

Gateway .. Origins
He appeared before me... The Master of Time .. silent .. observing .. watching. The Master of Time seemed to exist beyond the cool deep swelling ocean and the hot dry life-threatening sands eating at my soul.

I dragged my soul towards the dark Gateway as my dehydrated body seemed to lose its life in the hot sand.

Entrance and Initiation .. the darkness sucked me into the depths of its womb.

I crawled towards the future like a serpent seeking its origins. Was I human or sperm ?? Was the hollow opening ahead of me the womb or a mysterious new beginning ??

They built the stone castle in the 13th Century .. woven from cool darkness and warm light. My still body lay on the ancient sands of Egypt as my soul crawled into the future.

Time^Travellers swim effortlessly though the portals of Eternity...

Hi-Tech .. Low Consciousness

As viewed from 2113 [Earth Planetary Zone] the T^T historical perspective of the "early years" of the Internet was, Hi-Tech .. Low Consciousness.

Early Internet dwellers were - to 2113 Time Travelers - like early Neolithic era "cave dwellers". See note: Cave Dwellers ... Socrates was a good T^T friend of the 2113 community... he taught us, and we learned...

By 2012, Earth humans had hi-tech Internet capacity across much of the planet. Earth humans gathered at the fire-of-the-internet in the same way Neolithic man gathered at the fire of the caves. Community warmed them .. they grew strong together! Nothing much had changed on Planet Earth from Neolithic times through to 2012...

In Neolithic times, cave dwellers warmed their community spirit around the fire... By 2012, the same cave dwellers warmed their community around the fire of electro-magnetic Cosmos.

As we - Time Travelers of 2113 - observed the community spirit of Neolithic mankind, and the evolving community spirit of Internet mankind, we drew the conclusions that new events were seldom and occurred at random within the herd.

Low Consciousness .. Hi-Tech
Ancient man in the Amazon Forests .. Paleolithic man crossing from China to Europe .. Neolithic man surviving the Ice Age .. Internet man evolving from Internet Hi-Tech to High Consciousness... It was all the same Cosmic consciousness of being, no matter what age the Time Traveler was born in.

The man working with fine obsidian blades .. was the same man working with the cutting edge of the Internet. It was a natural process that we were born from the sharp edge of the cutting mind.

By 2113, we [the Time Travelling Samurai] emerged from the sharp edge of the consciousness of man... From sharp obsidian blades to high-consciousness .. we learned to cut through the lower dimensions in order to access the higher Cosmic dimensions of Universal reality! What changed us?

Love, compassion and the Soul are one...
The Earth changed us!

Little Ninjas ...

Wham .. the shot whooshed faster than light! Faster than thought!

Mysterious spirit forces move faster than physical, mental and emotional reality... Whoosh!! Crack!

I barely moved my head (psyche) back .. as the energy of the little Ninjas sped past my consciousness...

Wow! What was that ??

Seamus the Leprechaun fell backwards laughing!

"Do you really find this funny??!" I asked ...

Haha! Hahaha .. Ha haha .. Was all I heard.

The little Leprechaun floated above the situation as the energy sped close to my head... directed out from my inner being. It could not have been from the little Leprechaun, cos he was rolling backwards laughing. Who just did that?

A group of little Ninjas appeared floating before me. Duh!! Who are you guys???

"We just want to let you know that we are here .. that's all .. " they said.

Oh! My! God! I can't believe this! Little Leprechauns are bad enough; but a group of little Ninjas ?? I mean! Who is in control of my life? Me or you guys? And! Where did you come from anyway?

Seamus the Leprechaun stomped hard on my crown chakra ..

"An' .. Ya' better be polite to yer little friends." he said.

"Ach! You humans are so arrogant! Ye' think y'are the only life in the universe!"

I looked more carefully at the little Ninjas, and I did kind of recognize them. Sort of! I mean .. they seemed familiar!

They kind of reminded me of Orihime Inoue's, six princess-shielding flowers, Santen Kesshun .. I mean! Does everyone have these kinds of .. of .. powers?

Stomp!! Seamus jumped up and down... Ouch! As though that would help!!

The little Ninjas disappeared in a haze of light!

"There is much more inside human beings than yer think!" said Seamus.

I had to reflect carefully on what I had just seen. It is true! Humans on Earth have more going on inside them than they realize. Strange forces work with us and protect us. In fact, human are loved by forces of life and nature .. we are truly blessed. But how many of us know this?

How many of us know that magical forces love and protect us?

And .. do we humans love those forces in return ??

Seamus and the little Ninjas were silent...

Free of Entanglements

Lama sky first appeared .. well .. in the sky!

He was a robust figure dressed (for convenience) in Tibetan robes.

Lama sky had been teaching me most of my life, without me knowing it.

Lama sky stood there in the sky, looking down. Behind him an oval shaped portal seemed to shimmer out of sight. He looked like one of the giant people who could walk on air, from ancient times.

Lama sky had entered the Earth field through the OM portal. He floated down through space like a seed from the spiritual Bodhi tree. The great tree of the universe.

Lama sky bowed his head and extended one arm.

"Let me introduce you to, Lama snowflake... " he said.

A small bright light came floating towards me. A blinding flash closed my eyes. When I opened my eyes a tiny woman floated before me dressed in white, covered in silk robes of ultramarine and turquoise blue.

"Snowflake Lama may appear small, because her power is so great," said Lama sky, "She does not speak - otherwise her voice would fill the whole sky."

Lama snowflake smiled and slightly bowed her head...

With style, speed and agility Lama snowflake quickly made a series of what seemed like advanced Kung Fu moves. A snowflake formed, as endless branches extended from its center. Soon the snowflake filled the whole sky. Tangled icy branches thickened and repeated until I could no longer see Lama sky.

"These are the entanglements a human beings gathers to themselves throughout their lives," said Lama sky.

The branches of entanglement grew and grew until that was all there was. Everything else had been obliterated by their unending growth.

Lama snowflake peeked her head through the middle of the ice and smiled.

Instantly the entanglements were gone, the snowflakes disappeared and I could see Lama sky again.

Lama snowflake bowed slightly as she floated to the left shoulder of Lama sky.

"Just as Lama snowflake created the extension of entanglements from her essential core energy," said Lama sky, "So do all humans create never ending entanglements from their Qi source energy .. lifetime after lifetime."

"But with a bit of practice... " I heard, as Lama sky and Lama snowflake began to fade into the morning sky... "With a bit of practice, you can smile away all those entanglements created and maintained by one tiny source inside you."

... The morning was cold and it began to snow. Soon the roofs of the houses and the branches of the trees were covered in tiny white snowflakes. Large fluffy crystals floated down from the sky above.

Drifting between the free floating clouds of snow were greyish clouds, not to be seen with the naked eye. The more entanglements a person bred from their Qi source energy, the more afraid they were. Eventually, the morning snow melted - and yet the grey clouds of fragmented Qi remained.

Time travel is impossible, unless you are free of entanglements.
[Taoist discourse on Remote Viewing and Time Travel Skills]