Living in the Moment (Version One)
By Richard T. Knight
August 7, 2026
The receiving, viewing, looking through other eyes, sharing feelings, and experiencing other lives—all in the present moment along the space-time continuum!
Cases in Point, or Examples
1. Far Seeing/Viewing
Far seeing/viewing, as it is called or known, has been used by agencies of the government to spy on situations and hear conversations in other countries around the world.
This is undertaken by quieting the mind and body to allow a shift of conscious focus onto another level of conscious expression. It is non-detectable, as there is no human being physically present to be seen, felt, or heard while such eavesdropping goes on.
Case in Point
I endeavored, as a participant, to consciously shift to the catacombs beneath the Sphinx in Egypt with two other ladies, one older than I and the other younger. The older was our guardian, and the younger was our transcriber of events.
The mission, as it were, was to give back to Source, or the Creators of all Creation, a refresher course on the history of mankind—the overview, both from a public and esoteric level, of events in numerous places from around the world, preserved in numerous forms and on several different levels beneath the Sphinx.
At first, such exploration was very short until we three became accustomed to each other’s conscious energy forms and trusted each other enough to become reliant upon one another as we explored. At first, the sessions lasted 15 to 20 minutes, then half an hour, then an hour, until eventually our sessions lasted six hours at a time or longer.
This went on until every record had been submitted for review, for at least a few weeks.
(A detailed account shall be published in an upcoming book.)
2. Shifting Present Consciousness Into Past Selves
There is the ability to shift present consciousness into past selves in past lives, where one shares the full consciousness of the person you were at a different point and time in your past, or even in an ongoing history in other places, planets, universes, realities, cultures, and other life forms.
This is expanded awareness, confined or focused on all of yourself in all timelines, dimensions, vibrations, frequencies, and life experiences.
Case in Point
I have experienced fully portions of the life experiences involved in my last life here, in which I was a doctor and Confederate captain in the Civil War in West Virginia.
I was a general M.D., or country doctor, who was solicited by a general in the South to join the rebel cause and defend our Southern way of life from the Northern invaders, who would gladly tell us how to live our lives by invading, regulating, and controlling those lives.
I was immediately made a captain and given a company of 30 soldiers under my command: a couple of lieutenants, sergeants, scouts, a few snipers, and the rest infantrymen.
Word had come down that the Union Army was on its way to invade the state capital of West Virginia. In order to do so, they had to cross a large river, a few small hills, a minor mountain, and a very large valley surrounded by woods.
We approached the valley with the woods around it, with a couple of hills to our backs and an uncovered field of grass that had to be crossed in order to take cover in the woods on the other side.
The day before, I had sent out six scouts to gather information on the location and movement of the Union Army. The following morning, only four returned, so it was presumed the other two had either been discovered and killed or, worse still, tortured for information at first and then killed.
This was truly worrisome as to how accurately I could plot my strategy and make the best use of our numbers and arms, which included one cannon drawn by horses, followed by a wagon with cannonballs, dynamite, and sundry rounds of ammunition for muskets, sidearms, and long rifles.
I had no way of knowing what would occur later that afternoon.
To put it bluntly, as we were crossing the deep grasses headed toward the woods, Union soldiers had already scoped out our position, and what ensued was an absolute massacre in cold blood.
The Union was already entrenched in the woods and began firing on us as we came up the slight incline to gain the cover of the woods. I gave the order to retreat, but it was drowned out by cannon fire and rifle shots.
About ten men managed to turn tail and run full out, whereas the majority of my men fell prey to the onslaught of the enemy, dying in place, with few, if any, even able to return fire toward the enemy.
My men were dying all around me as I ducked and zigzagged as best I could while the hail of bullets whistled by me on all sides.
I caught sight of one of my sergeants zigzagging back and forth in front of me. Suddenly, he caught one round and then another, causing him to go down to his knees.
I came up to him and, bending down, scooped him up in my arms. Gazing into his eyes, I said, “Buckle up, soldier. We are going to make it out of here,” as he gurgled his agreement.
I slowly stood up with him cradled in my arms against my chest, the doctor in me coming to the fore. I managed to take us three steps when I felt a blazing heat in my lower back, letting me know I had just been shot.
I reeled from the impact, staggering forward with my wounded patient still in my arms. I was determined that if we made it another 30 or 40 feet, we would be out of the enemy’s range.
Onward I tread, really staggering now, when the second round caught me in the middle of my back. I lost my grip on my patient, laying him in the tall grass as gently as I could and hearing him mumble, “Goodbye, Doc,” as he died.
I reached across, closed his eyes, and began to stand up when a third and final round caught me in the chest. I fell to my knees a couple of feet away from my dead sergeant.
I could feel the blood filling my lungs as I fell forward, face down into the grass, and left that body for the light.
A Head-Spinning Turnaround
Now for a head-spinning turnaround.
I knew for a fact when I entered this body that I had another me on the planet Lyra, with a blue body, living a care- and stress-free existence in that culture and environment, in an entirely different, oxygen-rich atmosphere.
There is no disease, no evil, no dominion. All are equals. Each does as their gifts come naturally to them. There is no need to eat or sleep, although these are enjoyed as the gifts they are.
On rare occasions, he—my male counterpart, as it were—uses a highly sophisticated device and can tune in and view me and what is happening to me down here on Earth. At the same time, I am made acutely aware of what is happening with him there.
I would say these occurrences are not very frequent, but when they do happen, we get a brief glimpse into each other’s life. Yet we could know any and every detail about each other, or more, if we so chose, including past histories.
His last words are always accompanied by a shake of his head and the perpetual question: “Why did you decide to go there?”
Then our realities on our separate planets take back over our bodies, hearts, and minds.
I have lucid memories of other times, places, galaxies, and universes, as well as other dimensions that far surpass this one. Even Lyra is in the eighth dimension, with the only things separating the dimensions being vibration, frequency, and musical tone.
Creation is an extraordinary symphony.
There are glimpses of many more past lives here, in different centuries, epochs, cultures, and countries. Sometimes I was male, sometimes female, sometimes a king, sometimes a peasant. They form a long stream of at least hundreds, if not thousands, of former lives.
In the one before the Civil War, I was a philosopher, mage, wizard, and sorcerer. It seems that, at least for me, a hundred years or more have passed between each life here.
A blessing, perhaps, though it could also be argued a curse.
Remembering Who We Are
Keep in mind that each and every spirit here determines how far or how close we are to our true spiritual nature, and how far from, or closely entwined with, our Creators we are.
Each of us makes millions of decisions before incarnating here; most forget who they truly are, many spend lifetimes here trying to remember, while others come in knowing.
I surmise that the more knowing, the fewer lessons there are to learn; the less knowing, the more lessons there are to know.
Keep in mind that we are all equals in the eyes and perceptions of our Creators, so who are we to judge?
Richard T. Knight
8/7/2026
Living in the Moment (Version Two)
Receive, view, look through other eyes, share feelings, and experience other lives, all in the present moment along the space-time continuum
By Richard Knight | © 2026 Aquarian Media
I. Remote Viewing: The Records Beneath the Sphinx
Remote viewing, as most people know it, serves government agencies that use it to observe situations and listen to conversations in other countries around the world. The practice begins with quieting the mind and body, allowing a shift of conscious focus onto another level of conscious expression. No one detects it, because no human being stands there to be seen, felt, or heard while the eavesdropping goes on.
Case in point: I shifted my consciousness into the catacombs beneath the Sphinx in Egypt along with two other women, one older than I am and one younger. The older woman served as our guardian. The younger transcribed events. Our mission gave back to Source, the Creators of all Creation, a refresher course on the history of mankind, the overview from both a public and an esoteric level, drawn from events in numerous places around the world and preserved in numerous forms across several levels beneath the Sphinx.
At first the exploration ran very short, until we three grew used to each other’s conscious energy forms and trusted each other enough to rely on one another as we explored. Fifteen or twenty minutes stretched to a half hour, then to an hour, and eventually our sessions lasted six hours or longer. This continued for at least a few weeks, until we submitted every record for review. A detailed account appears in an upcoming book.
II. Shifting Into Past Selves: The Captain in the Valley
The second capacity shifts present consciousness into past selves in past lives. You share the full consciousness of the person you were at a different point in time in your own past, or in ongoing history in other places, planets, universes, realities, cultures, and other life forms. Awareness expands and then focuses on all of yourself across all timelines, dimensions, vibrations, frequencies, and life experiences.
Case in point: I have lived again, in full, portions of my last life here as a doctor and a Confederate captain in the Civil War in West Virginia. I practiced as a general MD, a country doctor, until a general in the South solicited me to join the rebel cause and defend our southern way of life against northern invaders who would gladly tell us how to live by invading, regulating, and controlling those lives. I took the rank of Captain at once and received a company of thirty soldiers: a couple of lieutenants, sergeants, scouts, a few snipers, and infantrymen for the rest.
Word came down that the Union Army marched to invade the state capital. To reach it, they had to cross a large river, a few small hills, a minor mountain, and a very large valley ringed by woods. We approached that valley with a couple of hills at our backs and an uncovered field of grass ahead of us, ground we had to cross to take cover in the woods on the far side.
The day before, I sent out six scouts to gather information on the location and movement of the Union Army. The following morning, four returned, so I presumed the enemy had discovered and killed the other two, or worse, tortured them for information first. The loss worried me. It cut into how accurately I could plot strategy and make the best use of our numbers and arms, which included one cannon drawn by horses, followed by a wagon carrying cannonballs, dynamite, and sundry rounds of ammunition for muskets, sidearms, and long rifles.
I had no way to know what would come that afternoon. To put it bluntly: as we crossed the deep grasses toward the woods, Union soldiers had already scoped out our position, and what followed was an absolute massacre in cold blood.
The Union had entrenched in the trees, and they opened fire as we came up the slight incline toward cover. I gave the order to retreat, and cannon fire and rifle shots drowned it out. About ten men turned tail and ran full out, while the majority of my men fell prey to the onslaught. They died in place, few of them even able to return fire.
My men died all around me as I ducked and zigzagged the best I could through the hail of bullets that whistled past on every side. I caught sight of one of my sergeants weaving back and forth ahead of me. He took one round and then another and went down to his knees. I reached him, bent down, scooped him up in my arms, gazed into his eyes, and said, “Buckle up, soldier. We are going to make it out of here.” He gurgled his agreement.
I stood up slowly with him in my arms, cradling him to my chest, the doctor in me coming to the fore. Three steps in, a blazing heat opened in my lower back and told me a bullet had found me. I reeled from the impact and staggered forward with my wounded patient still in my arms, determined that another thirty or forty feet would carry us clear of enemy range. Onward I trod, staggering in earnest now, when a second round caught me in the middle of the back. I lost my grip and laid my patient in the tall grass as gently as I could manage. He mumbled, “Goodbye, Doc,” and died. I reached across and closed his eyes. As I began to stand, a third and final round caught me in the chest. I fell to my knees a couple of feet from my dead sergeant, felt the blood fill my lungs, and pitched forward face down into the grass. I left that body for the light.
III. The Other Me on Lyra
Now for a head-spinning turnaround. I knew for a fact when I entered this body that another me lived on the planet Lyra, in a blue body, in a culture and an environment free of care and stress, under an entirely different oxygen-rich atmosphere. That world stands clear of disease, clear of evil, clear of dominion. All beings there hold equal rank, and each one does what comes natural to their gifts. Eating and sleeping arrive as pleasures rather than as needs.
On rare occasions, my male counterpart uses a highly sophisticated device to tune in and view me and whatever happens to me down here on Earth. At the same moment I become acutely aware of what happens with him there. These occurrences come seldom, yet when they do, each of us catches a brief glimpse into the other’s life. We could know any and every detail about each other, past histories included, if we so chose. His last words always arrive with a shake of his head and the perpetual question: why did you decide to go there? Then our realities on our separate planets take back over our bodies, hearts, and minds.
I hold lucid memories of other times, places, galaxies, and universes, and of other dimensions that far surpass this one. Even Lyra sits in the eighth dimension, with vibration, frequency, and musical tone as the only things that separate one dimension from the next. Creation is an extraordinary symphony.
Glimpses come of many more past lives here, in different centuries, epochs, cultures, and countries. Sometimes male, sometimes female, sometimes kings, sometimes peasants, a long stream of at least hundreds if not thousands of former lives. In the life before the Civil War, I worked as a philosopher, a mage, a wizard, and a sorcerer. For me at least, a hundred years or more seem to pass between each life here. Call it a blessing, though someone could argue it a curse.
IV. What the Traveling Teaches
Keep in mind that every spirit here determines how close we stand to our true spiritual nature and how tightly we entwine with our Creators. Each of us makes millions of decisions before incarnating here. Most forget who they truly are and spend lifetimes trying to remember, while others come in knowing. I surmise that the more knowing, the fewer lessons to learn, and the less knowing, the more lessons to learn.
Keep in mind as well that we all stand as equals in the eyes and perceptions of our Creators. So who are we to judge?
RTK, August 7, 2026
