About five years ago, my friend Dr Jan Merta inspired me to begin writing down my thoughts, even though I hadn’t done this before. Now, to my surprise, the writings have turned into four novels (so far) that I call the Elysium’s Passage series. You may read about this peculiar story in my blog post How it Happened, in part one. The ten part ebook will be released at no charge in early 2018. Strangely, these strange events began to happen about two years after his passing. But he wasn’t really gone — not then, not now, not ever.
Not surprisingly, he is one one of the central characters in the series. Throughout the dialogue he, or his memory, inspired much of what I wrote. Since he was such a fascinating person, I have included a number of anecdotal experiences I had when I was with him, along with a few other things I knew about his extraordinary life. The picture above is him speaking at a public lecture in 2008. At that time was rather weak since he had a stroke not long before then.
Not only was he regarded by many as ‘the world’s most accomplished man’ but few knew he also had capacities that went beyond the intellect, far into higher realms of the spirit. Thought he lived a very quiet and humble life in an apartment with his wife Margaret, he was sought out at times by various dignitaries who knew him well, including the Governor General of Canada. His professional WHO’S WHO profile is found by clicking this link: JAN MERTA de VELEHRAD.pdf
On one occasion, during the G-8 Summit meeting in Calgary in 2002, he was asked to attend a dinner with delegates from across the world, including Kofi Annan, Secretary General of the United Nations. The function was to be held at a remote location on the outskirts of Calgary next to a large Provincial Park, not far from where I lived. Since he was at times directionally challenged, he told me he didn’t think he would bother to attend because he wasn’t sure he could find it. I could hardly believe anyone would pass up the honour of being invited to such a prestigious event with many of the world’s leaders.
I told him he really ought to go and that he should take the light transit train near my residence where I’d pick him up to take him to this remote location on the outskirts of the city. He reluctantly accepted my offer and told me later when I took him home that he had a great time but marveled at the ignorance of many of these leaders. Interestingly, none of the local politicians or anyone else from Canada had been invited.
On another occasion, he was asked to be one of the speakers at Olympic Plaza in the heart of Calgary on the first year anniversary of 9-11. Again, I don’t know why he was invited to speak since he seemingly lived such a low profile life, at least on those days. His only involvement in politics that I know of was a national Czech organization he was part of in Montreal that actively demonstrated its opposition to the oppressive government in his home country.
There were times in the 1970s and 80s when he would speak from Montreal on Radio Free Europe to address communist Eastern Europe. In fact, that’s how his daughter, Yvette, now a young woman in the early 1980s, was finally able to make contact with him after she heard him speaking on the radio. He hadn’t been able to communicate with her since she was just a little girl. The government authorities wouldn’t cooperate, perhaps because he had escaped in 1968 just as the Russians tanks were invading Prague to bring the country under totalitarian control again. From what the guards told him as he left, he was the last to cross the border as it permanently closed at midnight.
After learning how to speak English, he went on to receive his PhD in Scotland. Later he worked with Professor Grad at McGill University on various experiments related to consciousness that included plants. One one occasion he decided to demonstration his telekinetic skills most dramatically to the disbelieving world. And so, after a news release, crowds, the press and the local television news stations assembled one evening in downtown Montreal to watch him light up an office building using only his mind. He sat at a table across the street focusing on a feather suspended by a string in a sealed jar he called his wish-switch He then concentrated on the feather, with the cameras rolling until he was able to move the feather perpendicularly with his mind. He had rigged up a laser beam that would trip a switch when the feather moved perpendicularly. The switch, connected to the electric panel, then lit all the lights in the building.
This made big news, but since the sceptics and assorted journalists had no ‘natural’ explanation, they viciously panned the demonstration as a magicians stunt. In the past he had also preformed other feats such as touching his tongue with a red hot iron on stage in front of a university crowd without being burned or feeling any pain. Again, this and other demonstrations were simple dismissed with facile arguments from the usual debunkers. Not long after this, he decided to withdraw from the public and any further display of these abilities. Though he had a PhD in Experimental Psychology, he left the academic world because of the resistance he encountered with the insular narrowness even though he had much to teach the world about the mind with the experiments he had designed and proved. Many of these have been referred to in books and publications from the past, including a classic, bestselling book called the Secret Life of Plants, by Christopher Bird.
Prior to this, as a professional diver from Scotland, he made the deepest dive in the ocean on record after being in a submerged diving chamber for two weeks 2,000 feet below surface. This was in association with Duke University in North Carolina.
As for me, I too witnessed him doing various telekinesis demonstrations. In front of an audience, he had me hold two divining plastic ‘rods’ that were limp in my hands. But when he concentrated his energy, the rods rose straight up with his hand as directed by his mind. He also did plenty of other types of demonstrations with others in the audience as if it all was the most natural thing to do. And for him, I’m sure it was.
Lastly, I had a rather poignant personal experience with him once as we were sitting around the wood stove at my cabin one winter day. I had asked him various questions and lastly what was he getting on my family. At that time I don’t think he knew much about my domestic situation. In any case, he told me unequivocally that my family would soon split apart, each going in their own direction. I had no desire to leave, especially with my boys still being in school, and so I didn’t wish to see this happen. But within a couple of years I was gone, and soon the rest of the family had gone their separate ways too after the house was later sold. It was a very sad and lonely experience, but at least I had been warned about it and wasn’t too surprised when it happen. Happily, I have an excellent relationship with my sons who are now both married.
There are many more interesting vignettes I could mention, but will simply include a short dialogue from the book where our philosopher friend, James, talks about his old acquaintance who had passed away recently. What is written about Jan here is not fiction but true to life.
This is an excerpt from Chapter 20 of Elysium’s Passage: The Summit:
‘Then please go on James,’ Mo said, ‘we’d be interested in hearing about anyone who bears qualities similar to Pascal.’
‘Okay, then, let me go back to the beginning when I first met him not long after I began my graduate study programme in Canada. From the very beginning, I found him to be a most astounding man. I remember him having a heavy Czech accent that took me a while to become accustomed to. It soon became apparent he a not only a highly learned Renaissance man in the humanities, but he was also a practical scientist with several registered patents.
‘Perhaps most interestingly, he was a man of great intuition that at times seemed to border on the mystical. I remember being intrigued by how he knew so much without spending all his time learning, even though his library collection had over six thousand extraordinary books, many very rare. Yet it seemed he never needed to read them if he wanted to find an answer; rather, the answers would find him. It was uncanny.
‘I suppose, in your terms, you would probably say he was simply accessing the field of infinite consciousness. I always wondered how he learned to do that until he told me he didn’t. He discovered it, or as I said, it discovered him.
‘According to what he told me, it all began one morning as a child in Prague. He was considered a slow learner at the time, and was about to be enrolled in an institute for children with learning disabilities. Then something very strange came over him. Suddenly, and for no apparent reason, he felt himself outside space and time, as a strange feeling swept through his entire body, even as he remained in bed. The sensation probably only lasted a few minutes, but he said it seemed much longer. When it was over, he was completely transformed into a much different child. Immediately, and for the rest of his life, he excelled at whatever he set out to accomplish. In fact the Guinness Book of Records were considering a category for him as the world’s most accomplished man. Many still consider him as such.’
‘Interesting,’ said Mo, ‘that sounds very much like a kundalini experience. It’s a very rare encounter with involuntary enlightenment that can occur at times with extensive yoga training. In most cases, however, it just happens.’
‘Yes, that’s what he said. At the time, however, he didn’t know what it was, or what to call it, until one day much later as an adult he came across a book by a mystic who wrote about the phenomenon. After that, he tried to find whatever he could on the topic, but found there wasn’t very much written about it at the time.
‘I wondered if perhaps you could look him up sometime and give him my regards, since you say you know your way around the neighbourhood in Elysium. By now I suspect he may be deeply ensconced with the local intelligentsia. Or maybe not; I remember he liked to quote Orwell: some ideas are so stupid only intellectuals believe them. I think that was supposed to be for my benefit to help keep me humble. But after being in the midst of the intellectual milieu for so many years, I tend to agree.’ ‘In any case, you might find him out trying to collect butterflies somewhere, as he often enjoyed doing while on earth.’ ‘We’ll see what we can do,’ Eli said. ‘So what was his name?’
‘His name was Dr Jan Merta de Velehrad, born in the Czech Republic in 1944, and then passing away in 2010.’
‘I’m sure we’ll be able track him down,’ Mo said. ‘So is there anything else you can tell us about him?’
‘There’s too much to say, but I’ll summarize a few things. If you want to know more specifics about him, he’s listed in several International Who’s Who publications in the world where his list of achievements goes on for several columns. He had a PhD in Experimental Psychology from Aberdeen and another degree in science related to physiology from McGill University in Canada.
‘His amazing knack in accessing information came in handy whenever I wanted to obtain inside information on whatever young woman I asked him about at the time. All I had to do was tell him the first name and after a few moments of reflection, he was able to tell me his impression of her. And not only her external features, ethnicity and family background but more interestingly, her inward disposition, talents, and affections, along with whatever red flag issues there may be. ‘He saved me a lot of time and grief, though I could never figure out how he did this. I decided this mystery was one of those unsolved curio events, just like the voice in the meadow, and so I left it at that. That was easier than trying to reconcile what I wasn’t able to reconcile.’
‘But by now,’ Mo said, ‘you should be able to understand how he did this, especially after all our discussions about the infinite field of consciousness.’
‘I think I’m beginning to understand,’ I said, ‘but what really interested me after I got to know him, were his insights to the mysteries of life and death. He was particularly interested in knowing more about the spirit side of existence. Maybe too interested, because not long after returning to the Czech Republic, he began to lose his eyesight, and then soon after, his body shut down. After he was hospitalized he lost all interest in earthly life and in no time he was gone.
‘It’s really too bad he didn’t stick around for longer, there was so much more he had to say on everything. I found he was adept at weaving new meanings into ancient paradigms as he created fresh perspectives to integrate science with esoteric religions such as found in Egypt. And so, for me and many others, it was a shame to see him go when he could have had many more years of productivity ahead of him through writing and speaking.
‘It was always his desire to help the world achieve greater understanding and awareness about life and what may lie ahead. And yet there were times he could be scathingly cynical about the abysmal state of human consciousness on the earth. In some ways, I think he believed the world wasn’t ready for him and so he couldn’t be bothered to stay any longer.
‘He was also an adventurer in his younger days. In fact, for many years he held the world’s record for the deepest dive in the ocean through a research programme at Duke University. Besides that, he spent several years on location investigating the Egyptian Pyramids. I believe there are few Egyptologists in the world who knew more about these than he did, especially with his understanding of an esoteric context. As an onsite researcher, he even slept in the King’s Chamber one night, which, he said, would have knocked the circuits out of most who dared.
‘After he retired, I visited him in the historical Moravian city of Olomouc, in the eastern part of the country. I noticed several framed certificates, degrees and honours hanging on his walls that had been bestowed upon him over the years. These included Knight of the Bavarian Order of Saint George, Duke of Melk, Prince of Armavir, to name but a few.
‘What can I say? I’m not sure I would have bothered to grapple my way up this Mountain if it wasn’t for him prodding me to ascend ever upwards.”
You may read his extraordinary profile on this link: JAN MERTA de VELEHRAD.pdf