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The Soul Pilots - Pure Project Sanctuary MAGIC

The Soul Pilots - Pure Project Sanctuary MAGIC

Sometimes, very rarely, a project comes along that has a life of its own. It has a will of its own, a power and an insistency - you can't do anything else than follow THAT, do THAT, no matter how full the hard may be already. "The Soul Pilots" was one of those projects.

The time was there, the time was right - and the first ever Project Sanctuary Masters in space and time (!) had just assembled for the first time.

It was All Hallow's Eve, with Solstice just on the horizon, and so we got together to do Soul Pilot missions and to document them so that others can be amazed, and hopefully, inspired.


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Soul Pilots: An Explanation | The 1st Story: Wild Children | The Seven Soul Pilots | Amazing Tales | Offers & Free Demo

The Soul Pilots: What Is This All About?

Since early in 2004, I had personally experienced the sheer magic and wonder of offering one's services as a soul pilot. I had come across it by accident and adventure during my own Project Sanctuary explorations, and I was immediately struck and captured by the whole thing.

It is so deeply mysterious - what happens when you step up in Sanctuary, stand up straight and call out, "Is there someone here I can help? Take me to them!"

For someone who isn't a PS Player, it is difficult or impossible to appreciate how one is swept up, out and away in an instance, without prior meditation or any kind of hypnotic song or dance, to this other realm, to these other places, sometimes they are familiar but often they are very alien indeed, and there this EXPERIENCE unfolds of which you are a part, where you don't just see, but hear, and feel, and sometimes you cry, but you are always amazed at what happens here, and most of all, how your actions make a change, make a difference.

At first, I thought that soul piloting might be some form of glorified parts integration - but as time went on and I dealt with more and more claimants of all shapes, sizes and levels of existence, in all these different realms, I laid that thought aside more and more as well.

I don't think these are "aspects of the self" that need rescuing - but they DO have a RESONANCE to me, that is all I can describe it as.

Are these entities one encounters "really" "lost souls"?

I don't know - I gave up asking myself these questions a long time ago.

The reason I don't ask anymore is because the ACT ITSELF is so immensely rewarding - it is a form of healing like no other when you step up and HELP AN OTHER.

Soul piloting is life changing.

I don't say that lightly; I have looked for ways to improve and change one's life for the better all my life. I've met some things that are helpful along the way, but never anything quite like THIS.

It is possible that it is life changing because the very act of stepping up and becoming the champion for an other cannot be done unless you change the presuppositions of your own existence at a very deep and profound level.

I am sure as sure can be that in spite of all the personal development over the years, there was a baseline remaining of "me, not being good enough".

There are many variants of that - not being beautiful enough, not being strong enough, not being intelligent enough, not being careful enough, not being smart enough, not being humble, kind, compassionate, enlightened, loving, forgiving .... .... .... ....

It boils down to "me, not being enough".

Being damaged, being beyond repair, being under par, lacking, somehow.

Perhaps lacking what it takes to be happy - and all those other things beside. Lacking what it takes to be successful, lacking what it takes to make this life work.

Ah, I'm sure you know.

We hear talk of unconditional love, but in the absence of angelic intervention, who amongst us has ever experienced this? And if you have been lucky enough to have experienced it - how often? And for how long did it last? What is the percentage over your liftime, if you measured it in seconds?

And do we know, in return, even how to "do" unconditional love?

How would you learn about it, how would you practise it?

Soul Piloting is not "the" answer, for there is no such thing, but it is a signpost in that direction.

We are not seeking to heal ourselves, but we are offering our services to an other who may be in need.

We can't do this until and unless we believe that we have SOME THING TO GIVE.

Does a damaged, unfinished, disjointed creature have some thing to give?

Could it ever be anything other than - likewise damaged, unfinished, disjointed, wrong?

And soul piloting tells us - actually, YES.

Such a creature, if it was to raise up and offer its services, would find that there are many others who are even worse off, who need help desperately, and who won't just be glad of this help, but literally, eternally grateful.

In soul piloting, here is a place finally, where we are all good enough.

More than that - we are PERFECT just the way we are.

Now we are always told this is so anyway but it sure doesn't feel like it in the hard, from day to day.

When you are a soul pilot, you feel it, you experience it, you live it - and that's where you understand, finally, that it really is the truth, and nothing but the truth.

All things in the Creative Order have their rightful place - and when they find their rightful place, then all things are as they were designed to be, perfection in action, absolute beauty and holiness infused within all, embracing all just the same.

Soul piloting shows us that none of us are victims, but we are all the true heroes and champions of our own incarnations and beyond.

The ones we help and rescue, likewise, aren't just helpless victims. They are beings, much like we are, who have found accident or misfortune and became stuck. They are precious, each one, and they are worth saving. Soul piloting doesn't just tell us this but shows us, makes us feel this every time we undertake such a journey. There comes a time then for each soul pilot when they have to acknowledge, at long last, that if the claimants are worth saving, then so are they.

It is an extraordinary thing - a relationship of service that heals and inspires each one it touches, the pilot and the claimant just the same. It is an experience of unconditional regard with the only will held is to do what can be done to have everyone find their rightful time and space - to do our part in the order of the Creative Order, when in so many other ways we humans have strayed so far away.

When I saw what the students on PSDL did with the Soul Pilot exercise, I knew that it was something important, something unusual and something worth sharing.

I can't really explain Soul Piloting, even if I wrote a hundred thousand words or more.

But the stories, they explain it.

And the fact that there were seven soul pilots at work, all different people from all around the world, doing these inexplicable things that you can't talk about but you can feel it in your body when you read the stories and re-live their adventures.

From the start to the finish, "The Soul Pilots" was created in a single month in the run up to All Hallow's Eve of 2007, in spite of the fact that all of our hard lives were already so full, you wouldn't think you could squeeze a few more moments out of it, never mind what is required to co-author a whole book.

Yet we did do that, and the book is here.

I decided to not add any kind of explanation to this and simply let the stories stand. They explain it all much better than I ever could; and there are levels and layers to these stories and to the whole process that is soul piloting which I don't think we'll ever consciously fully understand.

All I can say is that soul piloting is a truly fascinating thing, a truly unique endeavour, and that I am extremely proud to have been a part of this project.

May it touch many across their own times and spaces, and may it bring a gentle spark of light where it is needed most.

Silvia Hartmann

November 2007


The Soul Pilots - Service Has Its Own Rewards ...

The Soul Pilots

Service Has Its Own Rewards.

In this world today, there are a very few people who choose to travel across the veil.

Their purpose and their mission is to save lost souls.

They are the Soul Pilots.

And these are their stories ...

Soul Pilots: The First Story

The Wild Children

This is my first time as a Soul Pilot.

Yes, I'm nervous.

I have been told to create a habitat, an island world that is just right to receive the claimants, lost souls indeed, disembodied spirits that inhabit dimensions in between or just off the true, and who can't be reached, so they say, by angels or by saints.

They need living help, it is said.

They need me.


How can that be?

I am only a person and nothing special, at that. I hardly make ends meet and I don't have any claim to fame.

But I made the habitat.

I stepped onto an undefined plane, like a desert at dawn, and I looked around and asked myself, if I was a lost soul, what would I like? What would I be drawn to?

The day revolved at speed and it was dusk now, purple and orange bands glorious at the horizon, and above the darkness of the infinite space, and some brightwhite stars twinkling up above.

I sighed and felt myself relax.

That's better.

Now, for the ground. As I contemplate the ground, it becomes smoother, softer earth and then soft grass springs up, carpets the land, and slow hills rise in the mid distance. Somewhere nearby there is a brook for I can hear water running.

I call for the help of the kingdoms of all the living beings on Earth, and I feel them come and arise just the same; there are birds singing their evening songs, and small insects and other creatures adding their voices to this living night.

It is still and yet all is vibrant, full of expectation.

I want the souls to have a something so that they can find their way from whatever darkness they might dwell within, and so I make a fire, pure and golden bright, and it casts a wide glow; it sparks and carries tiny stars to the heavens.

Am I ready now?

I rub my hands together; my palms are sweaty and my heart beats high.

Are there monsters in the shadows?

Will I know what to do?

They said that I was ready.

I don't feel ready, but I put out the call nonetheless:

"I am here. Is there anybody out there?"

I listen into the night. From behind me, there is a sound, a rushing in the trees, someone's coming.

I walk around the fire so I am on the other side and in the glow, I see that there are two small figures coming from the shelter of the trees ... two children, dark of complexion, looking wild and worn, thin, their clothes all rags and coloured like the night, their hair long, unkempt, their faces dirty. One is smaller than the other but I cannot tell if they are boy or girl.

Out in the open, they drop to their hands and feet; they move like animals, fast movements, tightly coiled intent, extreme caution.

But I can see they are fascinated by the fire. They scent the air and they creep closer.

I am completely fascinated by the two children. All fear is now forgotten. So these are lost souls, and I am to help them - but how?

I focus on them more deeply still and the overriding sense I am receiving is that of hunger. A gnawing hunger so extreme, so painful, it even overrides the fear and terror of being here.

And then there is the memory of fire.

They have forgotten everything else, but they remember the fire.

I feel a connection there and I encourage it; I call to the fire and all who might help here, please come now, I can't do this by myself, I need help to help the children.

As I think this, and as the feelings rise within me, there is a shifting in the scene before me.

At first, vaguely as though viewed under water there seem to be shadows, shapes shifting, and they become stronger - there are many people sitting around this fire now, people who look like the children, in skins and furs, a family group of all ages.

They don't see me, they all look into the fire and they are humming softly, it isn't singing as we know it, it is a vibration that makes the hairs on my arms rise.

I look to the children and they too can see the other people; they are frozen in fear and confusion. They remember the fire but they have forgotten the people, and these are now like a barrier between the children, and the golden flames.

I look at the group and there is one, an old woman with long white hair, wrapped in many furs, and she has a crude blue star painted on her forehead. She looks up, looks around and then she sees me.

Her eyes are milky white, she must be blind or nearly blind, but she gets up slowly, steps back from the circle and walks over to me in measured but clearly painful steps.

She halts in front of me and speaks. I don't understand her words so I bow to her and then point to where the children are crouching in the grass.

She sees them with her blind eyes and becomes very still.

Slowly, she raises her hands, palms open, towards the children. They stare at her and also become very still, very attentive. Then she slowly draws her hands back towards herself, and as if they were attached by invisible strings, the children get up from the grass and walk towards her.

They stand in front of her and stare up at her.

She places one hand each on their heads, and as she does this, a transformation occurs - a rippling goes through the children head to toe and they change from the wild things they were into children of these people, well fed, their rags transformed to clean, fresh skins and their hair in braids, and a blue star on their brows just the same. All three are smiling, and the old woman places a hand on the shoulders of the children, as they help her back to her place in the circle, and sit down next to her on either side as well.

A night bird calls loudly and startles me; I blink and when I look to the fire again, the people are all gone.

The Soul Pilots - Service Has Its Own Rewards ...

The Soul Pilots

Service Has Its Own Rewards.

These are stories like you've never heard before.




Simply Beautiful.

Stories to enrich your life, told in simple words by honest men and women from around the World.

Amazing Tales ...

Read these beautiful stories and let them enrich you, uplift you and inspire you.

Each one is unique, each one unheard of, each one a treasure and a triumph of love and human compassion - service has its own rewards.

The Wild Children
The Angry Old Man
Bundle Of Rags
Soul Pilot's Journey
The Boy in the Mine
On Stormy Shores
The Heart Of Stone
The Brothers
The Little Old Lady
The Portal
The Hooded Figure
A Ghost In New York
The Angry Worm & The Runner
The Mists
The Red Haired Woman and Her Unborn Child
Wild Worlds
The Dry Brown Being
On a Hill Outside Jerusalem
The Soldier & The Angel Child
The Mosaic
The Crying Creature
Circle of Crows
Amazing Grace
Hidden Beauty
Another World Beyond
Hiding In Plain Sight
My Mother Lives By The Sea
Sarah & The Dragons The Lost Son
Don Juan & His Lovers
The Little Girl & The Two Ghosts
The Angels
Lost In The Darklands
Morning Has Broken
White Being In A Space Of Midnight Blue
The Dry Brown Being
The Boy On The Mountain
The Conduit
One Equals Infinity
The Alien By The Waterfall
The Escape
The Singing Bracelets
Two Babies
The Little Demon On The Beach At Night
Hiding In Plain SightA Lost Mother
The Royal Birds
The Boy & The Lighthouse The Sailor & The Sea
The Mad Giant
Raindrops On My Window
The Clinging Dead
Sidhe Encounter
Seven Alien Souls
The Necklace
More Of Who I Am By Nature
The Honeycomb Being
The Waiting Angels
The Prince
Star Child Blessing
The Black Demon Sword
Violet Eyes
The Girl In the Night Club
A Lost Soul
Beauty's Curse
The Crystalline Soul Raft
Like A Bird
Travelling To The Stars
Soul Pilot's Prayer
The Fossilized Souls
A Different Kind Of Light

Seven Soul Pilots,

Many Journeys Into Pure Magic, Healing and Enchantment.

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"This is without a doubt, THE most interesting and unusual book I have ever read. "

Wonderful energies, so moving, so nourishing! I wanted more, and more.

"All hail to the Soul Pilots!"

Sheryl Specter, United Kingdom

The Soul Pilots - Service Has Its Own Rewards ...

The Soul Pilots

Service Has Its Own Rewards.


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