My Story

The Gadian Society originated in the personal witness to me by God in the greatest hour of my need.

My Story

In 1995 while recovering from a truck accident, I went to the Mongarlow Ranges south of a little town in NSW called Captains Flat, Visiting my friends propery that bordered the edge of the Mongarlow National Park. To relax and think about the events that had happened.

While I was driving my Works truck a car ran the red led and hit the truck head on, the crash killed the lady passenger and injured the driver, it caused me to be badly bruised to the chest and heart, with damage to my right arm and shoulder and minor damage to my legs. When i got out of the truck to look at the car, the sight of what happend caused great shock.

I drove through his property after to the edge of the Park, their I parked my 4WD on the edge of the Balinafad River. Intending to walk upto and around the head of the river a walk of approximately ten kilometers.

Though I was still carrying some injuries I was still fairly fit. I had left with my friend that if i didnt return before sunset to drive upto my car and see if I was ok. I had been to his property many times when i served in the Military & NPH in Canberra.

I started the walk in the morning, reaching the head of the river in the early afternoon, where I rested for lunch. I had intended to walk back the way I came, but seeing the sun shining on the north ridge I decided to walk back via the north ridge and down one of the tributaries to a place in the river where I knew is was wide and shallow that it could be waded across and then walk back the short distance to the car. This would have added an extra 5 kilometers to the walk.

I had walked along the ridge and reached the tributry and started to make my way around it, then suddenly I fell into the valley.

I recoverd my wits and tried to get up, enourmous pain went through my body nearly forcing me to black out. I knew I was in serious trouble, I was now in the valley covered by trees and ferns, invisble from the sky, badly injured with night coming, my supplies were gone and my emergency kit was lost in the valley, I had no means of letting people know where I was or even able to light a fire for warmth at night.

I knew if I stayed there, I would be dead in a few hours. The cold mountain air and was quickly cooling my body as I had no sun to keep me warm.

It was at this time when I remembered the stories I was told about gaurdian angles and decided to see if they were true, but no angels came despite my asking and praying, this was the sadest moment in my life, when I knew all the things I had learnt were wrong, it was obvious God or the Angels didnt care, none were sent to administer or help, I knew I was alone and my life lay in my own hands, live or die it was my own choice.

I decide to crawl out of the valley to get back to my car as I knew I was only 5 kilometers to safety. The valley was thick with thorn bushes, sword grass and tea tree scrub, it had fallen trees and soft wet mud.

I used all my strength to get onto my hands and my knees and started to crawld through the thorn bushes and sword grass, making the best I could to climb over the fallen trees, it was many hours before I reached the edge of the Balinafad river, where a sat with my back against a tree looking at the water, I was cold, and my skin had gone pure white, I could not feel my pulse nor did I even worry about my injuries, I just sat there looking at the river, in the distance I could see the faint moon light reflecting of my car.

I knew if I could make it to the car all would be ok, but the feeling of seeing the rushing water and crossing the river in the dark made me think twice about going for the car.

The choices going through my head were many, fear grabbed me, but I heard my name called, it was loud and clear then a voice that said it wasnt my time.

Taking courage I crawled to the rivers edge and slid into the water, it was cold, so cold I felt no pain, making it across the river, I crawled to my car some distance away and tried to stand up to open the door, the pain forced me to fall back on the ground.

I did not have the strength to pull my self back up, I sat there hoping someone was looking for the car and would find me. I was some time before I regained my mind and realised noone was coming, I had almost resigned to my fate, when a voice called my name and told me to get up and go. I felt warmth in my body, it felt strong and alive, I stood up, taking my car keys out of my pocket and opened the door to get inside. I sat there looking at the car as it warmed up ready to drive, the warm air came around my feet and pain shot through my body, I turned the heat of and decide to drive with the cold air coming in on me. My 4WD was a manual and pushing the clutch in to change gears was causing enormous pain, so I left it in first gear and drove slowly along the mountain road, I reached the first gate of my friends property, some 2 kilometers still to reach the farm house, I had locked it behind me.

Not able to get out of my 4WD to open the gate, I hoped my friend would understand as I decided to approach the gate and drive through it. The gate gave way with a loud band and flew open, violently hitting the other side of the fence. This was but one of the gates I had to drive through to reach the farm house.

I reached the farm house fence in the early dawn, still a short distance away I decided to toot on the horn, but I wasnt heard only a tiny sound came out. I had to get out of the 4wd and crawl to the front door of the house and banged loudly to get his attention. He opened the door and seeing me He Immeadiatly called for an ambulance, but he was told no was close, so he helped me to get back to my 4WD and drove me to the hospital which was 80 km away in Canberra.

As I arrived at the hospital, I was pure white, my hair had gone white, and I had virtually no blood pressure or heart beat. But I felt alive and warm, I was rushed into emergency.

It was three days in emergency before my skin color returned and my hair started to change. By the fourth day my blood pressure had returned and my heart rate started going over 55 beats per minute.

While I lay in bed those four days I had many visions and voices talking to me.

I told the doctor and he just said it was normal for people to experince hallucinations when faced with extreme circumstances. But I could not forget what was said, and for many years I spoke to no-one after that.

My Fathers Will

For many years I was reminded of what had happened, by promtings of the spirit, and I chose not to speak, many days and nights things would be spoken to me and yet I still chose not to speak.

It was in 2500 when I finally decided to speak, after I had been diagnosed with a type of bone disease that had by then taken hold of 80% of my body. I decided to speak and within two weeks the disease had left me completely.

During the ten years since the accident, I spent time studing many of the things spoken to me to find out if they were true, it seemed logical if I knew them, then others in the past would have also known them.

I spent ten years studying the archeological records of over 108 nations, myths, legends and religions. To verify if what I knew was known by others.

I found that over the many thousands of years, hundreds of people had experinced similar events, so I gathered the information into a series of 13 works that detailed the common experinces and beliefs of these people.

I found the common threads of life and the promises, wisdom and philosophies that god had used to keep alive the hopes of these people during the crises they faced.

This website is a complete collection of all those details, it took 5 years to compile into this work of 13 books that now acts as a reference for this website. These books are freely available to read online, but if you want a hard copy, all I ask is a donation for there continued printing it costs me $10.00 Aud for each copy.

Thes voices have become more pronounced since I have started to make this website available to all people.

This is the will of My Father.