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Whomever I spoke with, wherever I was, invariably, that individual would be a near-death survivor. How did I know? Their eyes. Experiencers' eyes sparkle with a childlike curiosity and innocence, and there's a certain tilt to the upper body---almost as if they are looking for someone to talk to. I learned to "bait" them, let a word or two slide by that inferred a certain otherworldliness to the way I regarded life, and that's all it ever took, one or two words. They'd do the rest. It's almost as if they had been waiting for someone like me to come along. |
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Any pain to be suffered comes first. Instinctively you fight to live. That is automatic. It is inconceivable to the conscious mind that any other reality could possibly exist beside the earth-world of matter bounded by time and space. We are used to it. We have been trained since birth to live and thrive in it. We know ourselves to be ourselves by the external stimuli we receive. Life tells us who we are and we accept its telling. That, too, is automatic and to be expected. Your body goes limp. Your heart stops. No more air flows in or out. You lose sight, feeling, and movement---although the ability to hear goes last. Identity ceases. The "you" that you once were becomes only a memory. There is no pain at the moment of death. Only peaceful silence . . . calm . . . quiet. But you still exist. It is easy not to breathe. In fact, it is easier, more comfortable, and infinitely more natural not to breathe than to breathe. The biggest surprise for most people in dying is to realize that dying does not end life. Whether darkness or light comes next, or some kind of event, be it positive, negative, or somewhere in between, expected or unexpected, the biggest surprise of all is to realize you are still you. You can still think you can still remember, you can still see, hear, move, reason, wonder, feel, question, and tell jokes---if you wish. You are still alive, very much alive. Actually, you're more alive after death than at any time since you were last born. Only the way of all this is different; different because you no longer wear a dense body to filter and amplify the various sensations you had once regarded as the only valid indicators of what constitutes life. You had always been taught one has to wear a body to live. If you expect to die when you die you will be disappointed. The only thing dying does is help you release, slough off, and discard the "jacket" you once wore (more commonly referred to as a body). When you die you lose your body. That's all there is to it. Nothing else is lost. You are not your body. It is just something you wear for a while, because living in the earthplane is infinitely more meaningful and more involved if you are encased in its trappings and subject to its rules. What Death IsUsing radio as an analogy, this speed-up is comparable to having lived all your life at a certain radio frequency when all of a sudden someone or something comes along and flips the dial. That flip shifts you to another, higher wavelength. The original frequency where you once existed is still there. It did not change. Everything is still just the same as it was. Only you changed, only you speeded up to allow entry into the next radio frequency on the dial. As is true with all radios and radio stations, there can be bleedovers or distortions of transmission signals due to interference patterns. These can allow or force frequencies to coexist or comingle for indefinite periods of time. Normally, most shifts up the dial are fast and efficient; but, occasionally, one can run into interference, perhaps from a strong emotion, a sense of duty, or a need to fulfill a vow, or keep a promise. This interference could allow coexistence of frequencies for a few seconds, days, or even years (perhaps explaining hauntings); but, sooner or later, eventually, every given vibrational frequency will seek out or be nudged to where it belongs. You fit your particular spot on the dial by your speed of vibration. You cannot coexist forever where you do not belong. Who can say how many spots there are on the dial or how many frequencies there are to inhabit? No one knows. You shift frequencies in dying. You switch over to life on another wavelength. You are still a spot on the dial but you move up or down a notch or two. You don't die when you die. You shift your consciousness and speed of vibration. That's all death is . . . a shift. What Existence IsThere are realms and dimensions of existence without number, ranging from the slower, more dense vibrations of form to higher, finer streamers of nonenergetic currents. And there is more beyond that, realities that cannot be measured or described in the convenience of mathematics or mind-play. Hell refers to levels of negative thought-forms that reside in close proximity to the earthplane. It is where we go to work out, or remain within, our hang-ups, addictions, fears, guilts, angers, rage, regrets, self-pity, arrogance, or whatever else blocks us from the power or our own light. We stay in hell (and there are many divisions to this vibratory level) for however long best serves our development. There is no condemnation here, only the outworking of our own misjudgments, mistakes, misalignments, or misappropriations (what some people call sin). In hell, we have the opportunity to either revel in our folly or come to grips with the reality of consequences---that every action has a reaction, what is inflicted on another can be returned in kind. We experience the "flip side" of our despair or our demands, "living through" the extremes of whatever we dread. This is not a "punishment for our sins" but a confrontation with any distortion of our sense of values and priorities. We do not leave until we have changed our attitudes and perceptions. Heaven is a term used to describe levels of positive thought-forms that reside in close proximity to the earthplane. It is where we go to recognize or enjoy our worth, talents, abilities, joys, courage, generosity, caring, empathy, givingness, virtue, cheer, diligence, thoughtfulness, patience, loving kindness, or whatever else reveals the power of our own light. We stay in heaven (and there are may divisions to this vibratory level) for however long best serves our development. There is a sense of benefit here, as if one has found one's true home and all is well (what some people call "recess," or a time of rewards). In heaven, we have the opportunity to assess our progress as a soul, to evaluate pros and cons and outcomes, to remember all truths including that of our real identity. We experience the glory of love and the power of forgiveness. This is not an end point, but, rather, the realization of our purpose in creation's story, how we fit, and what possibilities for future growth and learning exist. We do not leave until we are ready for our next advancement either in the world of form or beyond it. No one knows how vast creation is . . . only that it has always been and will always be. Shapes and embodiments change and alter, substance is recycled, but existence exists, as does energy. Existence is life, never ending and ongoing, forever and ever eternal. Yet its only true movement (without the distortion time and space give) is expansion and contraction, as if the existence that exists were capable of breathing. What appears as a progression, a time-line of starts and stops and ever-changing variations, is but an overleaf, an illusion, that helps us to focus on whatever spot on the dial we currently inhabit so we will accomplish what we set out to do (or at least have an opportunity to ), and not be distracted by The Truth that undergirds reality. Using television as an analogy, the picture we enjoy seeing, the progression of a storyline with characters acting out a script, is but a trick of perception. What exists, what is really there, is quite literally one electron at a time (with black and white, and three at a time with color) fired from the back of the television tube to the screen to be illuminated once it hits the screen as a tiny dot. The continuous barrage of electrons-turned-into-dots creates the appearance of images, as scanning lines (raster bars) roll from top to bottom separating information coming in (new dots) from information fading out (old dots). You adjust the vertical hold on your set, not to remove strange bars appearing in the picture, but to place all screen activity within the range of your own perception preference. A television picture tube is nothing more than a "gun" that fires electrons at a screen. Your mind connects the electron/dots into the picture images you think you see, while it totally ignore the true reality of what actually undergirds the operation. The way television operates, at least in our daily experience of it, is an illusion. Existence is a lot like television. What exists, what really exists, can't be fathomed by how it appears to operate or what it seems to be. |
Saved by the Light
