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Interview with the Magus: Bluefluke and The Complete Psychonaut Field Manual

I stumbled against this weird manual called “The Complete Psychonaut Field Manual” and read it through… then I find out the author and found this article. I have little thoughts about this topic, but this realm of information seems to be very interesting and has been too little investigated. Gnostics and magigians have been around for centuries, maybe it is time to find out what they know about this reality…

I am supremely excited to present an interview with magician, artist, author and creator of “The Psychonaut Field Manual”, Arch Traitor Bluefluke. His PFM is fast becoming one of the most well known and iconic texts of modern chaos magic. In addition to the manual, Bluefluke has a tarot deck in the works based upon the Eight Circuits of Consciousness of which the filed manual also uses as a foundational map. 

Q: What do you consider your greatest magical achievement?

A: Being able to connect with and form genuine bonds with Fear Eaters (i.e. shadow people) and creating a system that empowers others to do the same. Our new found ability to communicate with them has put the long running view that they were (at best) sentient thoughtforms reflecting the inner psyche or (at worst) just hypnagogic hallucinations, to rest. These are sentient, intelligent beings, with complex social structures, capable of camaraderie, empathy and even love. And while their behavior can often seem odd or disturbing this boils down to having radically different psychological frameworks as our mind are structured to process information much differently.

My hope is that we as a community will begin to better differentiate between spirits that emanate within us (local spirits) from those that emanate from without (non-local spirits). Both exist and both are valid subjects of study. I’m also fairly proud of my reconstruction of the aging Eight Circuits of Consciousness. This revolutionary illumination system was meant to be an agnostic answer to theological heavy systems such as Kabbalah and the Chakras. Shamefully, this incredible technology had been neglected for almost thirty years and hadn’t been updated with the many groundbreaking discoveries made in psychology, neuroscience and the occult so I stepped to the plate and did so myself.

Q: Who are your personal heroes, those who most inspired you on your own journey?

A: Robert Anton Wilson is my philosophical cornerstone. He taught me that while occult technologies absolutely do work, not to fall into explanations just because they confirm my personal ideological belief system. To observe evidence divorced of my own bias and question the claims made by those who are considered authorities on the subject, not just in the occult but on any matter as even the greatest minds may confuse indubitable truths with their own confirmation bias regardless of suffixes attached to their name. No one is immune to human nature. Art wise, I learned to draw and color using an NES emulator called Nesticle that allowed you to replace in game graphics with your own.

The limited graphical abilities of the console was a great teacher as it forced me to be creative in order to make the most of as little resources as possible. The greats of the “Demoscene” were a huge influence on me in that regard. Their projects taught me how to use complementing colors, how to create the illusion of extreme detail with only a few lines and the importance of thick outlines to convey boundaries. Even with unlimited hardware resources, I still abide by demoscene rules and use six similar sets of four color palettes. I was fully content in that medium until the day I read Incal, a comic book illustrated by Moebius and instantly fell in love.

I’d read comics most of my life and while there were a fair number of truly talented artists along the way nothing compared to Moebius. Every panel was on par with a painting in an art gallery. I put down rom hacking and trained myself to master pens and pencils. To this day he remains my favorite artist and I use his work as a motivation to push myself as far as I can.

Q: What importance, if any, do you place on full visual manifestation of a spirit during evocation?

A: Visual manifestation of spirits is hugely important for me, personally. I spent years doing grueling visual meditations solely for this purpose. Sure, you can “see” them in your imagination as you would a day dream with little or no practice (and most do) but actually seeing them in right front of you in full detail, in real time, with no morphing or distortion removes all doubt and gives them a “realness” that is hard to describe. This becomes even more profound if you’ve chosen to bond with a companion spirit. Instead of just being trapped as a voice in your head they can move freely about the environment however they wish.

This may seem small but for them it means the world. It makes them feel human. Solid. It gives them a feeling of independence and selfhood that we very much take for granted. Again, you don’t need advanced visualization skills, you can just keep you eyes closed and imagine the spirit you are interacting with. In fact, should you be able to reliably quiet your mind during regular meditation, the image you’ll see in your imagination will be very close to what the spirit is attempting to project themselves as since there should be little or no “thought noise” to interfere with your connection.

Q: What was your first “oh fuck, this shit is real” moment in your personal magical practice?

A: I was thrown headfirst into the occult fairly early. When I was young I frequently suffered bouts of sleep paralysis and all the stereotypical experiences that go along with them. They were benign at first (annoying at worst) but as time went on they became increasingly dark and were inevitably accompanied by Fear Eaters looking for an easy meal. I went from doctor to doctor. Each of whom would fail, one after another. Their treatments progressively became more and more condescending, painful and dehumanizing until, out of desperation, I feigned wellness to escape the torture.

I began my own search for answers. My travels down the rabbit hole eventually landed me in an occult chat room occupied by magicians who sympathetically pieced together a banishing ritual to combat my attackers. I felt a sort of mix of skepticism (society at large declared magic to be make believe) and fear (I had been raised in a Catholic family) but I was desperate enough to try anything. I performed the ritual and to my shock, it worked. It really worked. Magic was real. A whole new secret world had opened up in front of my eyes. I was instantly hooked and quickly became obsessed with learning all I could.

Q: What is one piece of magical tech you could not live without?

A: Astral work in general. All about is weaved a fantastical wonderland of our own making, populated by beings both native and foreign. It’s an exciting frontier that never fails to produce something new every time you play with it. That kind of stuff hits me in all the right places.

Q: At what age did you start practicing magic and why?

A: I started a steady magical practice right after controlling the above said sleep paralysis. I began studying and experimenting with every technology I could find.

Q: What is your advice to the young aspiring magician just getting started today?

A: First, don’t take another magician’s word as absolute fact, including mine. Experience it for yourself and come to your own conclusions. If you are following a fraternities curriculum or an author’s instructions and you aren’t getting results after numerous attempts, change something. Tailor your magic to suite YOU. Second, DO THE WORK. Do it everyday. The first step of breaking in your mind through meditation can be boring as fuck (which is why it’s so difficult), but the more you do it, the easier it will become until you will be able to enter gnosis at whim.

Q: What are your current magical endeavors?

A: Currently, I’m about to release the first truly universal Tarot deck that works with all three major illumination systems, Kabbalah, the Chakras and the Eight Circuits of Consciousness. While it can be used as a divination tool like any modern deck it’s primary function will be Tarot’s original purpose, to act as a decryption key to a plethora of occult goodies. I’m also collaborating with I.O.T. wunderkind Julian Vayne on a comic covering chemognosis which is fairly exciting. And of course, I’m working on the fifth chapter of the Psychonaut Field Manual.

Q: How do you respond to Christian evangelists knocking on your door at dinner time?

A: I tend to be fairly tolerant of people who hold opposing viewpoints to my own. Outside of a poisonous handful of con men, cultists and theological dictators, I find most people who’ve devoted themselves to Christianity/Judaism/Islam do so because they feel helpless in the face of tragic circumstance or are lonely and just want someone, anyone, to love them. 99.9% of these people really do mean well and are, in my experience, sweet and tolerant people. However, I completely understand the utter disgust some have for such religions if they’re trapped in an overtly oppressive ultra orthodox environment or have had their lives either disrupted or destroyed by the constant attempts to dismantle the separation of church and state.

It must also be stated that occultists must stay vigilant as these religions are in their death throes. As such, some of their less intelligent believers have turned to conspiracy to justify their faith in a world moving on without them. Within these conspiracies we are portrayed as illuminati-esque monolithic juggernauts hell bent on destroying their religion so that we would stand unopposed in creating a one world government for the devil. This may all sound laughable but these ideas are quickly gaining traction. We must do everything in our power to keep those who parrot this nonsense from commanding the reigns of government.

Q: What effect and focus do you think magic should have upon politics and world events?

A: We’re all aware of Masonry’s legacy, throwing down the great kings of the earth and founding the democracies we live under today. They kept the ultra rich from seats of power and forced gender/racial equality when it was being cock blocked by zealotous jackasses. But because of Masonry’s massive decline there is no longer a collective force to keep corporations and the ultra rich from raping the body populace. It may be wise to emulate their model to some extent in order to keep our society from either devolving into a cyberpunk-esque dystopian hellscape or crumbling to ruin.

While this endeavour would require unprecedented cooperation by the occults great houses, it may be our last chance to right this battered ship. Occupy failed. Anonymous failed. The meme war campaign is a fucking joke. We have one last option to right the course and not long before that option will leave the board. We need to act, now.

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Here is the PDF-link to “The Complete Psychonaut Field Manual” if you want to download it.

Here is Nathan Smith’s alias “Bluefluke” Facebook site

Anunnaki geneticist created our bodies, not our souls

When you know that something in this world is not right and it’s like a splinter in your mind. You start to search answears and sometimes you find them, but almost everytime it’s like finding a needle in a haystack. Sometimes there is still a grain of Truth on your hands and I think this article has something of that Truth in it:

Approximately one half of the human beings on Earth (about 3.5 billion people) are organic portals, soulless human beings who keep real human beings in line with the status

Organic portals form the backbone of the Matrix’s social control infrastructure. They are what keeps society running in a state of preoccupation with the mundane. From cradle to grave, souled humans are pressured to stay with the status quo and not ask dangerous questions.

Empty people. Puppet people. Cardboard cutouts. Drones. Organic Portals. Background characters. Why do these terms even exist?

Because out of necessity they had to be invented by those who independently noticed the same puzzling phenomenon, one for which there is no official name: some people seem to be missing something very important inside.

While they are not necessarily any less intelligent, successful, or physically healthy as anyone else, they nevertheless show no indication of having any higher components to their consciousness. Over the years some people came to this same conclusion.

They noticed that some people were strangely one dimensional and hollow inside. This observation is not hard to miss, but it is easy to rationalize away, especially with modern society being so heavily brainwashed with the politically correct but unrealistic concept that everyone is completely equal in every way, which ignores functional differences due to environmental, genetic, and most importantly, metaphysical factors.

A considerable percentage of the people we meet on the street are people who are empty inside, that is, they are actually already dead. It is fortunate for us that we do not see and do not know it. If we knew what a number of people are actually dead and what a number of these dead people govern our lives, we should go mad with horror.

These are interesting times. On one hand there are changes happening on a global scale that can’t really be ignored much longer. On the other hand the majority of the population seem to live their lives as if everything is just as it always is and always will be, locked in a tunnel vision of personal and material interest.

While souled humans have a divine spark of consciousness that gives them the ability of individual self-awareness, Organic Portals lack this divine spark and are only dimly conscious in comparison. They belong to an animal like group soul that exists, evolves, and incarnates collectively rather than individually.

While each souled human has a relatively unique energy shaped by that person’s awareness, experience, and essence, the energy that animates one Organic Portal is the same animating any other. The human species on Earth is not a family, but rather is an aggregation (heterogeneous group) of beings with many different soul origins, that is, souls that came from many different planets.

And, of course, humanity is also made up of soulless organic portals, too. The Anunnaki merely created our bodies, not our souls (for those who have one, that is). Nor did the Reptilians create our spirits, but more on all of this later.

Anunnaki geneticists interacting with the tree of life, while supervised by King ANU
(trans.: The Sky Father)

Everything in this Virtual Reality requires a consciousness, whether a True or an artificial consciousness to drive it. This means that even a grain of sand has a consciousness. Even things much smaller than grains of sand have consciousnesses. The consciousness must maintain the illusion of motion throughout its body during its entire lifespan.

Nothing exists in the Virtual Reality unless it upholds the illusion of motion. When the illusion of motion ceases, the organism dies and the consciousness driving the body leaves it. More and more people are now beginning to believe that there is life after death. This is true only to a certain point.

One could ask, If there is life after death, is there death after life?

There are three basic categories of consciousness in the Virtual Reality:

  1. True-Light consciousness,
  2. False-Light consciousness and, lastly,
  3. Artificial consciousness.

Artificial consciousnesses encompass the ones created totally evil and the ones created like robots by Darkness.

The ones created of total Darkness include the ones I have referred to as the “soulless” ones. However, these are not to be confused with the artificial ones created by the Anunnaki alien scientists.

The False-Light consciousnesses created by Darkness have a mixture of True-Light particles in the consciousnesses.

True-Light particles trapped in this category of consciousness are the hardest to rescue, as it requires a very delicate operation to separate them from the Evil embedded along side of them with as little damage to the True-Light particles as possible.

When physical life terminates, the ones of artificial consciousness cease to operate until the artificial consciousness is put into another body to drive it. An artificial consciousness is akin to a replacement engine that is put into another body.

For all intents and purposes, it is like a spare part that does nothing until it is put into another body and reactivated by putting it into motion again. It is this “sleeping” phase when they are not in motion that characterizes these consciousnesses, because they lose their awareness of being.

Thus, an artificial consciousness is like a robot that is started and stopped by Darkness. For these,there is no afterlife.

However, the “soulless ones” amongst the artificial consciousnesses that are designed to promote and maintain absolute evil are usually allowed to continue in another process, which enables them to generate and maintain evil from the various levels of the astral planes. These are not the ones put on the shelf, so to speak.

These can sometimes appear to be good guys or spiritual masters in the astral realms. They are allowed to experience a form of “artificial” after-life in the astral world which in itself is an artificial reality. Hence, it is an artificial reality within an artificial reality.

In other words, they reside in a virtual world within the virtual world of the astral reality. Most of the inhabitants of the “normal” astral world do not have free access to their planes without the permission from Darkness’ astral administrators.

When a True-Light consciousness vacates its physical body at the time of physical death, it continues its awareness because its awareness does not depend upon motion, as in the case of an artificial consciousness.

The False-Light consciousness with a mixture of True-Light particles and False-Light particles also continues its awareness after physical death.

Therefore, Darkness has to develop special activities and things for these types of consciousnesses to occupy themselves with while in transition from one body to another in order to keep the charade going.

Exposing the Reincarnation Deception: Your Soul is Enslaved

It is important for Darkness to maintain the deception of the Virtual Reality and specifically of death so that the consciousness thinks it has died and been reborn.

Such ones usually reside in the astral world of the Virtual Reality until it is time for them to re-enter new physical bodies by the process called re-incarnation.

Reincarnation is really a very evil imposition on the consciousness. It is done under the false pretence that the process of death and rebirth is in the best interests of the consciousness for its own purification and advancement.

Reincarnation causes most people to lose almost all their memories of their past lives, it actually obstructs one from advancing in knowledge and awakening to Truth.

This, again, is by design to benefit Darkness. Unbeknown to many, the Akashic records in the astral world, the records of supposedly everything that has ever happened since the beginning of the universe, have been tampered with to suit Darkness.

As already stated, artificial consciousnesses are put to rest after the death of the body they were driving, and they require motion to be activated and re-inserted into another body.

However, motion is an anomaly for a True Divine consciousness. That which is natural to an artificial consciousness is intrinsically unnatural for True Divine consciousnesses.

Hence, the state of a True-Light consciousness that is being extinguished is even more pitiful than that of an artificial consciousness that is oblivious and will not re-awaken from its state of rest until it is re-activated by Darkness.

As stated before, a living body can be occupied by a True-Light consciousness, a False-Light consciousness or an Artificial consciousness.

However, the physical bodies housing all categories of all consciousness are made up of Matter and are influenced by the programming embedded in them. Horrible destruction of True Divine beings has been going on since Darkness created this putrid Virtual Reality.

No wonder the agents of Darkness hate anyone who tries to awaken the “slaves” of Darkness by taunting, persecuting and punishing them in all sorts of ways.

These days, the agents of Darkness employ cowardly ways to attack, defame, blackmail or threaten anyone who dares try to spread Truth. It gives Darkness and Its evil agents great satisfaction each time that It extinguishes a True Divine light.

Contrary to some beliefs, Light does not need Darkness to balance Itself. Nor does Light need Darkness to co-exist.

However, Darkness does need Light to sustain It. In fact, Darkness is a parasitic and vampiric energy that sucks the “life” out of True Light beings in order to survive.

Darkness has only been able to do this by erecting an elaborate house of horrors known as the Virtual Reality. Any True Light beings who enter this house of horrors are immediately preyed upon by agents of Darkness and “assassination” attempts commence as rapidly as possible.

This is what the war between Good and Evil is all about. The Light is about to rescue Its own from the clutches of Darkness, whilst Darkness fights to hold onto every one of Its “prisoners”.

“Assassination” occurs at the moment a True Light being gives over its Will to Darkness. This can be done by trickery, deception, temptation, bribery, punishment, torture or other means. Those who give over their Will are then “fallen” beings, and, for all intents and purposes, are beings of Darkness.

It should be understood that Darkness has not the power to take any True Light being’s Will by force. The Will can only be given over to Darkness by the True Light being.

The “Light” within a True-Light being is a permanent Divine spirit. It will “shine” forever if the Will is not given over to Darkness. But, if the Will is given over, Darkness seizes the permanent “Light” and drains it of its life force.

The True-Light being is then given a temporary artificial consciousness encased in a “soul” in exchange for its True Divine spirit. Thereafter, the being only has light that is generated by “perpetual” motion.

The Divine spirit shines by itself without depending on physical motion. There is no physical motion in the True Divine Realm.

As mentioned earlier, Darkness imposed Its illusion of “no-motion” upon Its Virtual Reality. By use of this illusion, beings think that they are stationary when they are moving very rapidly.

For instance, people on the Earth think that they are standing still even though the Earth is rotating daily and revolving yearly.

When the illusion of “no-motion” is broken, the illusion of motion will be impossible to maintain and all motion will cease. When nothing “moves”, only the viable True Light consciousnesses will shine.

Everything else in the Virtual Reality, including plants, animals, humans, planets, suns, galaxies, etc., will dissipate.

In effect, this is how it is assured that all of the viable True Light will be gathered and taken Home and none of the artificial or fallen consciousnesses will be. Thus, no artificial beings will be accidentally left behind and no non-viable beings will be mistakenly admitted to the Divine Creation.

Darkness dreads Its own demise. It fears that one day It could be extinguished by Its own handiwork. So, It prolongs Its existence by extinguishing the True Light beings.

Before It dies, It cruelly desires to take as many of the True-Light beings down with It by deceiving them into relinquishing their Will to It. This assassination of True Light beings cannot be allowed to go on any longer.

Darkness has created the illusion of time and slowed things down so it appears that this Virtual Reality has been in existence for eons, but this is an illusion. In fact, the Virtual Reality has only been in existence for a very short interval.

It is transitory and temporary and will soon be dissolved into nothingness. From the perspective on Earth, the Rescue Mission appears to be like a tortoise race due to the illusion of time that makes it appear to be a long time in occurring.

Further, death has so shortened human lifetimes that it was almost an impossible task for the Christ or any Divine Messengers to bring down sufficient information and fully awaken to their roles in one lifetime.

The Rescue Mission will be completed before the Divine will allow Darkness to self-destruct and dissipate into nothingness.

It is a time to rejoice for those who have held onto their Will. The time for liberation from Darkness is drawing closer and closer. Darkness will soon be unable to reactivate Its artificial consciousnesses.

Everything that is created by Darkness will cease to exist when the illusion of motion is fractured and Darkness’ empire will be no more. Death will disappear forever when this Virtual Reality self-destructs and vanishes.

It is undeniable that everything is a slave to motion. Without motion, everything stops, including the processes known as physical life and physical death. Death is so obvious in this world that everyone has encountered it one way or another.

Many fear it, some shun it, whilst others even deny its existence, but it continues inexorably to punish and chase us all. Everyone’s life is spent on avoiding death and delaying the encounter. Those who deny that death exists are seen as abnormal or as having some form of psychological disorder that causes them to deny death.

Since ancient times, people of all cultures and religions have ardently pursued a cure for physical death in the name of physical immortality. They are driven on this quest at the deepest level of their existence because they fear death.

Ironically, the deity responsible for death is the being most fearful of death of its own demise and annihilation. The deity has embedded and programmed this fear into everything that “lives” in this world of illusions.

Many humans who have explored the fear of death have concluded that all living things have a survival instinct. What has been referred to as a survival instinct is really the programmed fear of death that infects all living things, including plants, animals and humans.

This programming is deeply embedded into every particle of Matter because every particle of Matter has a thought form from Darkness that contains Darkness’ fear of death.

Darkness is so frightened of Its own demise that even the smallest building blocks of the physical universes (Matter) are thoroughly saturated with the instinctive fear of death. The fear of death is a morbid disease. It was created by a putrid, demented Mind. It is this fear that will eventually topple the entire virtual reality.

People pursue immortality even though almost everyone knows at the deepest level that the concept is absolutely absurd. Everyone knows that physical bodies ultimately decay and die. Yet the absurd quest for immortality continues.

It continues because the deity responsible for this Virtual Reality is insanely hoping against hope to find a cure for death, not to abolish it, but to use it to benefit Itself. The deity is afraid that one day It will die.

It wants immortality. It pretends to be god but it is not eternal and It seeks eternal life. The contradiction here is that when death is conquered, the True-Light’s Rescue Mission will be completed and the malevolent deity’s entire empire will collapse.

Ironically, death is the very tool Darkness invented and imposed on everything in Its domain, the Virtual Reality, to control and enslave Its creation and all that are trapped in it.

Death, amongst other things, wipes out memories to make it almost impossible for anyone to see through the lies and illusions of this Virtual Reality through the process of reincarnation.

To understand death one needs to first understand the beginning of “life” in the Virtual Reality. In the True Divine Creation there is no motion, there is no vibration in the way we know it here, there is no physical movement as we know it here.

Darkness invented motion, that was Its first illusion. From the illusion of motion, Darkness created everything in the Virtual Reality. This includes even the illusion of no motion, the illusion of things being stationary within the illusion of motion.

Darkness used the illusion of motion to form Matter by compressing spirals of Its thought-forms, which are the foundation of all things in the Virtual Reality.

The formation of Matter is the beginning of all life and death in the Virtual Reality. Everything created from Matter has a beginning and an end, a birth and death. This is by design of Darkness.

When all the illusions fall, Darkness will be fully exposed and those particles that comprise Darkness that have remained true to the Light and held onto the Will will shine.

All the others will dissipate into nothingness as Darkness fractures. So, even the prison known as the Evil Mind will shatter, and any particles within It that still hold onto the Divine Will will be released, freed from the self-imposed prison of Darkness.

The contradiction of Darkness is that it requires True-Light particles to exist, yet it also must assassinate True-Light particles to drive Its putrid Virtual Reality. Were Darkness to assassinate all the True-Light particles, It would self-destruct into nothingness.

The Rescue Mission was launched to free the imprisoned True-Light particles and halt the insane, self-destructive activity of Darkness founded upon death. Strictly speaking, in the end, even Darkness is being liberated from Itself and Its twisted creation based upon senseless wastage, suffering and death.

Soon, all the viable True-Light beings will be in their True Divine Home, where there are no sour notes and nothing can play out of key.

Everything in the True Home is in True Harmony, True Balance, Unconditional Love, Beauty, Power and True Light.

Escape ‘Their’ TRAP and Set Your Soul FREE

Source: http://humansarefree.com/2015/04/anunnaki-geneticist-created-our-bodies.html

Manifesto of the Awakened

Something is really going on, because almost everyone is sick… pains, chemflu, tiredness. One thing I know is that it’s hard to be awekened:

Manifesto of the Awakened

The deliberate subjugation of our people and planet

While you continue to hypocritically blame humanity for the dire plight of our world, we hereby put you on notice that we are well aware that it is you, the financial, corporate, military, scientific and governmental agents and most of all the dark shadow forces behind you, that we know full well comprise and empower the destructive global power grid, that are responsible for our current engineered crises and overall social condition.

You’ve brought us and our planet to the precipice. If you do not cease and desist, what is soon to come will be blood on your hands, cause untold suffering, and all for naught as far as your designs are concerned. You too will shrivel up in the dustbin of history as just another invasive parasite that couldn’t succeed in its self-serving designs for all its efforts.

Know that.

We hereby officially notify all those complicit in this massive control program that:

We are aware of your efforts to dumb down, anesthetize and control the world’s populations.

We are aware of your destructive programs to sicken and alter humanity through the chemical, electromagnetic and genetic modification of our food, plants, animals and ourselves.

We are aware of your wanton destruction of our earth, skies and oceans through resource exploitation, geoengineering and weather modification.

We are aware of your many false flag events and surreptitious “strategy of tension” schemes purposely designed to keep the world in perpetual fear and continual wars against fabricated outside enemies for control and profit.

We are aware of your fascist medical designs to drain and destroy humanity via the decrepit allopathic medical system based on profit and ill health at every level, including the proliferation of pharmaceuticals, invasive and debilitating treatments and deliberately damaging vaccines.

We are aware of your moves toward a worldwide police state based on hyperbolized fear and disinformation to manipulate humanity in order to get an unspoken imprimatur to execute your program of control and subjugation.

We are aware that your political crony establishment is all staged and designed to distract from the real issues and keep the populace occupied and feeling like participants while you work your nefarious program.

We are aware of your falsely imposed vampiristic taxation system to fund further bureaucratic bloat, controls and an overarching agenda of genocidal wars on innocent peoples, and that it is arbitrary and our sovereign choice to simply not participate in any longer.

We are aware that a select few major corporations with vested interests in this global agenda now control almost all media and that mass media is nothing more than a mouthpiece of propaganda to these ends.

We are aware that your “entertainment” industry is simply socially engineered entrainment towards personal and social distraction, chaos and degradation.

We are aware of your AI, electromagnetic grid and mind manipulating designs and technologies that are being imposed to further expand your psychopathic control program.

We are aware that you repress emerging technologies that threaten existing parasitic profitable ones, such as the hazardous petroleum and nuclear industries, when alternative energy sources and other such solutions have arisen for many decades which you have suppressed.

We are aware that you sequester knowledge and information in a vast array of fields to keep the general populace in the dark and thereby disempowered as to our true historical context, while you are coveting secret information and carrying out advanced covert research for your own ends.

We are aware that you have stigmatized, marginalized and seek to outlaw any form of criticism, questioning or dissent using whatever excuse you can manufacture.

We are aware of your oppressive, enslaving monetary and legal control scams, private fractionalized banking pillaging, and twisted cravings for money and power in an imposed control system that never needed to exist in the first place.

We are aware of your falsely postured institutions, foundations, institutes, charitable organizations and international bodies such as the so-called United Nations and its many agencies and agendas being used to further develop your global control plans and programs.

We are aware of your secret societies, blood line allegiances and luciferian, freemasonic, Babylonian and otherworldy roots that propel the wickedness of your self appointed leaders. We are aware of your ritual sacrifices, paedophelia and bestiality inclinations and other sordid practices, all of which are anathema to our conscious race.

Ad nauseum…

This will be tolerated no longer.

Furthermore…

We are aware that you know we are on to you. We stand fearless, fully committed to humanity’s well being. You are shallow, self-serving and seriously misled guns for hire working for a control system being engineered by powers beyond your knowledge that will devour you, just as you seek to devour us.

We are aware of who you are. Your days are numbered. Your designs will soon be visited upon your heads if you do not drastically change your ways. Universal law dictates it. You know it, and we know it. Hence your sloppy, miscreant behavior being so thoroughly exposed which you so furiously attempt to deny and suppress. This futile lashing out only works toward the exposure of open truth and the awakening’s favor.

If there is an ounce of humanity left in any of you, defect and help us expose and bring down these life ending forces. You, your children, your grandchildren and anything you may still hold dear are already suffering and will also perish in the catastrophe we are soon destined for if you do not respond.

Now.

A last warning.

We are aware. We are awake and activated. We will do everything within and without our personal power to see our race and planet survive and shake this parasitic invasion. Our planet itself will not take this attempted overthrow. Know that, and expect repercussions from Her, as well as us, a gathering storm of sacred truth you cannot possibly fathom.

Your opposition, resistance and puny, short-sighted efforts are dwarfed by what awaits you.

Will you find your humanity in time? We think many of you could, and those of you who do will be welcomed amongst the awakened. However, we realize many are beyond redemption.

But don’t try to fool us. We’re more on to you than you could ever imagine.

Just watch and see. We will surprise you, just as you fear.

We’re here. We live. We cannot be stopped nor thwarted by any means despite your flimsy efforts.

The truth and love we bear are coming for you. Truth and cosmic resonance cannot be denied and any aberration from it will be mitigated.

That’s just the way it is.

Think about it. If you dare.

Signed,

The Eternally Awakened

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We Were Made For These Times

I have been feeling pretty low in last weeks, but when I read this, it immediately touched my soul. So thank you Clarissa.

We Were Made For These Times

Clarissa Pinkola Estes

My friends, do not lose heart. We were made for these times. I have heard from so many recently who are deeply and properly bewildered. They are concerned about the state of affairs in our world now. Ours is a time of almost daily astonishment and often righteous rage over the latest degradations of what matters most to civilized, visionary people.

You are right in your assessments. The lustre and hubris some have aspired to while endorsing acts so heinous against children, elders, everyday people, the poor, the unguarded, the helpless, is breathtaking. Yet, I urge you, ask you, gentle you, to please not spend your spirit dry by bewailing these difficult times. Especially do not lose hope. Most particularly because, the fact is that we were made for these times. Yes. For years, we have been learning, practicing, been in training for and just waiting to meet on this exact plain of engagement.

I grew up on the Great Lakes and recognize a seaworthy vessel when I see one. Regarding awakened souls, there have never been more able vessels in the waters than there are right now across the world. And they are fully provisioned and able to signal one another as never before in the history of humankind.

Look out over the prow; there are millions of boats of righteous souls on the waters with you. Even though your veneers may shiver from every wave in this stormy roil, I assure you that the long timbers composing your prow and rudder come from a greater forest. That long-grained lumber is known to withstand storms, to hold together, to hold its own, and to advance, regardless.

In any dark time, there is a tendency to veer toward fainting over how much is wrong or unmended in the world. Do not focus on that. There is a tendency, too, to fall into being weakened by dwelling on what is outside your reach, by what cannot yet be. Do not focus there. That is spending the wind without raising the sails.

We are needed, that is all we can know. And though we meet resistance, we more so will meet great souls who will hail us, love us and guide us, and we will know them when they appear. Didn’t you say you were a believer? Didn’t you say you pledged to listen to a voice greater? Didn’t you ask for grace? Don’t you remember that to be in grace means to submit to the voice greater?

Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world all at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of the world that is within our reach. Any small, calm thing that one soul can do to help another soul, to assist some portion of this poor suffering world, will help immensely. It is not given to us to know which acts or by whom, will cause the critical mass to tip toward an enduring good.

What is needed for dramatic change is an accumulation of acts, adding, adding to, adding more, continuing. We know that it does not take everyone on Earth to bring justice and peace, but only a small, determined group who will not give up during the first, second, or hundredth gale.

One of the most calming and powerful actions you can do to intervene in a stormy world is to stand up and show your soul. Soul on deck shines like gold in dark times. The light of the soul throws sparks, can send up flares, builds signal fires, causes proper matters to catch fire. To display the lantern of soul in shadowy times like these – to be fierce and to show mercy toward others; both are acts of immense bravery and greatest necessity.

Struggling souls catch light from other souls who are fully lit and willing to show it. If you would help to calm the tumult, this is one of the strongest things you can do.

There will always be times when you feel discouraged. I too have felt despair many times in my life, but I do not keep a chair for it. I will not entertain it. It is not allowed to eat from my plate.

The reason is this: In my uttermost bones I know something, as do you. It is that there can be no despair when you remember why you came to Earth, who you serve, and who sent you here. The good words we say and the good deeds we do are not ours. They are the words and deeds of the One who brought us here. In that spirit, I hope you will write this on your wall: When a great ship is in harbor and moored, it is safe, there can be no doubt. But that is not what great ships are built for.

By Clarissa Pinkola Estes

American poet, post-trauma specialist and Jungian psychoanalyst, author of Women Who Run With the Wolves.

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Sanity Requires Discernment & Self Discipline

If you are planning to keep on fighting The Truth & Freedom. You have to keep yourself healthy and strong mentally and physically.

Sanity Requires Discernment & Self Discipline


There is an imbalance in our lives. 95% of our thought goes to saving our skin; hardly anything to saving our soul. As a consequence, we are slowly going crazy individually and collectively.

“Amassing details about the Illuminati or corruption isn’t going to save us. We can foil the Satanists by having a moment-to-moment relationship with God. They want your soul. Nothing would infuriate them more than a massive worldwide religious revival.”

(revised from Dec. 2 2013)

by Henry Makow Ph.D.

We are becoming more “externalized” than ever.  What does that mean?

We seek satisfaction, knowledge and meaning outside ourselves, i.e. souls.  Our happiness depends on manipulating the world to give us “ego strokes” . Facebook has turned us into “likes” addicts. If we write on someone’s wall and they don’t reply, we are miffed.

We are like squealing chicks waiting for benefactors to bring us juicy worms in the form of money, sex or recognition (“love.”) This sense that our happiness comes from outside ourselves is the cause of all addictions.OUR BIGGEST MISTAKE

The biggest mistake is conformity. In Thoreau words, is that “All anyone knows is the wind that blows.”  Humanity is pretty clueless as to where it came from, why it is here and where it is going.  Satanists control education and the mass media and their first priority is denying the existence of God, and our spiritual connection to Him.

We are born alone, tread a solitary path, and meet our maker alone, yet we spend our lives evading God, our constant companion. This Self evasion is experienced as emptiness and loneliness. Seeking happiness or guidance from society is looking into a “wilderness of mirrors” in T.S. Eliot’s words. When we watch a movie or even listen to music, we are stuck in the mindset of the artist.  Entertainment rarely inspires, uplifts or nurtures the spirit. Human companionship often leaves us feeling dissatisfied and empty.

I once saw this graffiti: “If you hate being alone, other people must find you boring too.”

LOOKING INWARD

God is our constant companion by virtue of our soul.The Illuminati Satanists have made “God” a dirty word. God cannot be evaded or denied. He is Reality: Truth, Goodness, Justice, Love, Beauty, Bliss, things we all crave because they are inherent in our spiritual nature.  How can “atheists” deny God when He is spiritual ideals. Can they deny the existence of spiritual ideals?

“God is a Spirit, and we must love (worship) Him in sprit and in Truth,” said Jesus (John 4:24). “Be ye therefore perfect as your Father in heaven is perfect,” Mathew 5:48.

Atheism is simply a smokescreen for Satanism.  Who can deny our craving for perfection?

Imagine the soul is light emanating from a slide projector. The slides are our thoughts. These slides are provided by entertainment and the mass media. We see a thought-slide of a steak, we salivate. A sexy person and “we” feel lust. We see a stock going up and “we” feel another kind of lust- greed.

The Illuminati is adept at providing an endless supply of these diversions. We are bombarded with nubile young women selling everything including the “news.”  The Illuminati are constantly pushing sex in our face, a form of spiritual control.

Our real identity is not the mind or its thought-slides.  It is the light. By keeping our minds still (clear), or thinking positive and eschewing negative ones, we can experience the light – immanent truth, beauty, goodness, and love.

“Muddied water, let stand, becomes clear,” said Lao Tzu.

Cambridge Platonist poet Henry More (1614-1687) wrote:

“When the inordinate desire after knowledge of things was allayed in me,  and I aspired after nothing but purity and simplicity of mind, there shone in me daily a greater assurance than ever I could have expected, even of those things which before I had the greatest desire to know.”

(“My soul is a candle that burned away the veil; only the glorious duties of light I now have.”  St John of the Cross.)

Amassing details about the Illuminati or world corruption isn’t going to save us. We can foil the Satanists by having a moment-to-moment relationship with God. They want your soul. Nothing would infuriate them more than a massive, worldwide religious revival. This is the only thing that will stop the NWO.God is not an abstraction or something to be found in books. He is our soul. We need only locate Him in our being and defer to Him in our words and deeds. This is the essence of all true religions. Islam, for example, means “Obey.”Gradually, our identity shifts from the thought-slides to the light, and we distance our self from our animal behavior. This is the purpose of life. Self-perfection. By becoming the light. By shining the light. En-light-enment. I expect Jesus literally shone. He referred to himself and his disciples as the “light of the world.” The light is life and the path of human development. Worldly desire is the path of death and destruction.This quest is the dedicated life. I haven’t been able to achieve this but at least I have a goal. Our religion is our day. Not what we espouse but what we do.

RESTORING BALANCE
 

The imbalance in our lives is because our “secular” society is a disguised satanic cult that denies the existence of the soul and God. Religion used to provide a balance between flesh and spirit. But our Cabalist masters have eradicated religion or rendered it meaningless. So the challenge is to fill the vacuum either by finding a genuine religious practice or by some other means. Ideally, we will devote time each day to restoring psychic balance by nourishing our spiritual identity through obedience to God.

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Beware of sexually transmitted demons

Interesting info to know for people who are sexually active:

Each time a man connects with a woman sexually and releases his life form energy within her, he leaves a part of his information (DNA) in her birth canal. If she doesn’t clean herself, his energy
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That imprint can often create illusion sexual addiction to the individual. When some one decides to have multiple partners, it can sometimes send mixed emotional signals within the inside of the body’s vibration system. Women must be careful of different energies or spiritual forces polluting their internal temple. You are a sacred doorway, where life is intended to pass through, respect yourself, use your gifts wisely! (Wait till marriage? As God intended).

Just think about it and ask yourself… Ever wonder why they call it sexual intercourse (INTER-Course)? It’s an internal course that unites man and woman, mind with mind, spirit with spirit, or energy with energy. This is something that a condom can’t protect you against because energy is behind the elements of all flesh. There is no such thing as “Casual” Sex or “Friends with Benefits”… No, No, No, I Don’t Think So!!! Intimate activity intricately entwines the energies between two people.

Sex creates a powerful exchange of energy between those involved. These connections, imprints and debris are left upon the mind, soul and spirit for a long time because they are not easily purged or cleansed. ‘Casual sex’ with multiple partners can intertwine the energies and spirits of a lot of people into your own aura if they are not severed and cleansed. You become joined to every person with whom your partner has slept, as well as all the partners those people had. This type of “soul clutter” can be felt by your partner’s subconscious. Even if they are not completely in tune or aware of the extra-curricular sexual activities, they still are able to sense the subtle disturbances of multiple energies and/or familiar spirits that have entered causing restlessness and inner turmoil. The longer and more intimate the contact with another person, the more powerful the reinforcement and the interaction of the bond becomes, and all the more difficult it is for them to untangle and leave. Soul stains, transference of odors, perceptive connections and even mutually formed habits are now left to burden the psyche long after that relationship has ended.

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10 Universal Problems Old Souls Experience

I have to add this article, because I consider myself as a so called “old soul”, whatever that means. If you think the same, check these out:

by Mateo Sol,
Loner Wolf

There was something almost mysterious about this woman. Her face had lots of wrinkles. These were the first things to catch your eye, but they didn’t make her look old. Instead, they emphasized a certain youthfulness in her that transcended age. The wrinkles belonged where they were, as if they had been part of her face since birth. When she smiled, the wrinkles smiled with her; when she frowned, the wrinkles frowned, too. And when she was neither smiling nor frowning, the wrinkles lay scattered over her face in a strangely warm, ironic way. ~ Haruki Murakami (Norwegian Wood)

 My first insight into the feeling of being internally old occurred during adolescence. I felt unusually different from the kids around me, somehow older, but ‘mature’ wasn’t exactly the right word. The best way I could describe it back then was as though I had lived hundreds of years of life which had been condensed into 16 years of time.

As the years went by, I encountered a few Old Souls who I shared my experiences with. I would talk about my insights and introduce them to the concept of Old Souls. One of these people was Luna. She was so excited about it that she eventually wrote the well-received article 9 Signs You’re An Old Soul as well as a subsequent Old Soul Book.

Recently, many other websites have started writing on the subject of Old Souls as well. In fact, so many people seem capable of relating to this experience that I thought it would be a good idea to create a community specifically dedicated to Old Souls, and this was when the Old Soul Facebook Group was born. The lack of conflict within such a large group of members is proof of the maturity that exists among them.

But in the real world having people of different levels of soulful evolution co-existing with each others comes with its problems. Not only that, but having an Old Soul doesn’t necessarily equate to being ‘all-knowing’ or perfect. Rather, it’s an indication of the age of the energy known as your soul.

In my years of mentoring Old Souls and helping them through their spiritual development, these are some of the biggest problems I’ve seen, and personally experienced:

1# YOU’RE A SOCIAL OUTCAST

As with anyone who perceives the world differently from others, Old Souls can experience a great (and unending) sense of isolation. Because they fail to fit into the standards that society admires and values (careers, materialism, status and so forth), they’re commonly seen as strange, offbeat and unconventional.

2# YOU’RE THE “BLACK SHEEP”

While Old Souls can build many strong relationships with people, their penetrating ability to connect with the depths of the people in their lives can create many enemies. Seeing deeply into the core issues of the people around them, Old Souls feel an innate desire to be truthful, even if this means revealing uncomfortable truths such as the fact that many problems are caused by immaturity, or a failure to take responsibility.

Those who are willing to change will listen and like you, while the rest will feel great disdain towards you. This is why Old Souls often become the “devils advocates” or “black sheep” of their friends or family.

3# YOU OFTEN GET MISLABELED

If there’s something we all love and are good at, it’s labeling people. We fool ourselves into thinking we can “know” someone by attributing a label to them. However, humans are far too complex to be boxed into a specific and unchanging group of people. In this case, Old Souls will often be given different labels, from “beatniks” to “hippies”, “anarchists” to “new age freaks”.

While you can’t fight labels, you can try to use them in a positive way. Labels can be used as sign posts, as directions towards awareness of some quality many of us share. These qualities will be different in intensity and strength in each of us, but at least they will help us understand ourselves (and the people around us) a bit better.

This is partly why I called the Old Soul Group “I’m an Old Soul” – not so people can gain egotistical pride with such a label, but to create a sense of self-awareness, to allow people to better understand themselves.

4# YOU SPEAK AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT LANGUAGE

Words are symbols we each load with our own unique definitions according to our own unique life experiences that are associated with each word. What I associate with love might be entirely different from what you associate with love. For example: When someone thinks about love, they might remember their old failed relationship and feel a terrible sense of vulnerability when the word arises, while others might associate love with loyalty and friendship.

Old Souls realize this limitation, and therefore greatly struggle to express entirely what they want to say, knowing that it’s as though they are speaking an entirely different language from others.

5# YOU ARE PRONE TO INTENSE EXISTENTIAL CRISES

I have sometimes witnessed cases where Old energy is born into the body of a person who does not have the matching mental maturity to embrace it. This can result in depressions, substance abuse and existential crisis’s.

When a person realizes that everything is transitional and passing, life can become pointless. This person sees that our bodies are temporary vessels that don’t really matter, and without the ability to cultivate Self-Love, self-destructive habits can result.

In this case, it’s necessary to undergo intense spiritual-growth, to cultivate existential meaning and inner-understanding through paths like Involution in order to learn how to embrace your soul.

6# YOU EASILY BECOME EMOTIONALLY DRAINED

With the wisdom and patience that comes with being an Old Soul, there also comes others people’s desire to use you as a dumping ground for their emotions. I’ve experienced this a lot in my own life, often experiencing emotionally-charged conversations that last for hours at a time. Some Old Souls also double as Empaths, which can also take a great tole tole on your energy.

7# YOU’RE PRONE TO BECOMING MENTALLY DRAINED

In the search for truth, deeper understanding and inner exploration of yourself and the world around you, it is common for the Old Soul to experience a lot of mental fatigue. Double this with acting as a mediator between people and their problems, and you’ll end up exhausted at the end of the day.

#8 YOU STRUGGLE TO FIND A KINDRED SPIRIT

If making friends who connect with you is difficult, finding a Soul Mate, or life partner, can be even more of a challenge. It took me living in 6 different countries to find Luna.

But it’s not always as hard as that. Having the wisdom to discern the true depths of your connection with a person will be your greatest asset in the area of love.

#9 YOU’RE CRIPPLED BY POSSIBILITIES

As we grow in maturity our perception of possibilities and explanations expands: we see life from limitless angles. This means that we see more than one way of doing things which makes us unfailingly indecisive as we see the full expanse of possibilities, and the lack of absolutes. Although making decisions and judgements can be a crippling experience, this can double as a virtue, allowing us to understand that we can’t simply judge people by face value, and that they are the result of millions of internal and external influences.

#10 YOU YEARN FOR A PLACE TO BELONG

For some Old Souls, the world feels alien. They find it hard to understand people, why such chaos and misery exists and how it is allowed, and sometimes encouraged, to continue. They long to find a place where they feel like they belong, a space filled with freedom and liberation. This often results in the feeling that this world is not their true home.

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Regardless of which of the above problems you may come across, these struggles will affect your life a lot less when you grow in inner understanding and acceptance.

The stronger your ability to channel and use the Old energy that is latent within you, the greater your capacity will be to aid in the continuation and evolution of your soul.

Please feel free to share your experiences below.

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The Devil

What you know about this guy? Time to find something out…

The Devil

I don’t usually go into the topic of religion but I wanted to find out more information about “The Devil” so I started digging, the end result was very interesting to say the least.
(As with all religious debates they usually end in arguments so let’s try to keep an open mind and avoid being offensive to others opinions please)

Satan, as the popularly conceived role of a fiendish demonic character, does not appear anywhere in the Bible’s Old Testament. Even in other ancient scriptures he does not exist as certain sectors of Christendom have come to know him. This perception of Satan is that of an evil imperialist whose despicable horde wages war upon God and humankind. But this devilish figure was an invention of the evangelical era, a fabulous myth with no more historic worth than any figment of a Gothic Novel.

Satans (plural), though rarely mentioned in the Old Testament, are generally portrayed as obedient servants or sons of God who preform specific duties of strategic obstruction. The Hebrew root of ‘satan’ is STN, which defines an opposer, adversary or accuser, whereas the Greek equivalent was diabolos (from which derive the words diabolic and the devil), again meaning more than an obstructer or slanderer.

Until the Roman Christian era, the term ‘satan’ had no sinister connotation whatever and, in biblical times, members of a political opposition party would customarily have been called ‘satans’. In the Old Testament, satans are seen as members of the heavenly court – angels who carry out God’s more aggressive dictates. In the book of Job (1:6-12, 2:1-7), for example, a satan is sent twice by God to tease and frustrate Job, but with the express instruction that he should not harm the man – an instruction that is duly obeyed. In 1 Chronicles 21:1, a satan figure suggests that King David should count the number of Children of Israel, and also receives a passing mention in Psalm 109;6. A magistrate style of satan appears in Zechariah 3:1-2, siding with the Israelites in their endeavour to re re-establish their family stations in Jerusalem after the Babylonian captivity. These are the only entries – there are just four in the whole of the Old Testament – and in no instance is anything remotely dark or sinister implied.

In the New Testament, only one reference introduces a devil character. The other satanic entries are all symbolic – for example, at the last supper, it is stated: ‘Then entered Satan into Judas surnamed Iscariot, being of the number of the twelve.’ Elsewhere, when the scribes admonished Jesus for performing exorcism when he was not himself a priest: ‘he called them unto him, and said unto them in parables, How can Satan cast out Satan?’ A few other references in the Acts and Epistles are of a similarly obscure nature. The Revelation then refers to blasphemers as being of the ‘synagogue of Satan’, while claiming that, having been dismissed from heaven, Satan would remain imprisoned for 1,000 years.

In the midst of these, the most telling reference in terms of the obstructive nature of a satan arises in Matthew 16:23, when Jesus accused the apostle Peter of being a satan. It occurs when Peter rebukes Jesus for being too complacent, whereupon Jesus ‘turned and said undo Peter, Get thee behind me Satan; thou art an offense to me, for thou savourest not the things that be of God, but those that be of men’.

Additionally, there is the best known satanic reference in the New Testament, and the only one which has a devil figure appearing as an actual character. Occurring in Matthew 4:5-11, it tells how Satan took Jesus ‘up into an exceedingly high mountain, and showeth him all the kingdoms of the world, and the glory of them; and saith unto him, All these things I will give thee if thou wilt fall down and worship me’. Jesus declined the offer, whereupon ‘the devil leaveth him and, behold, angels came and ministered upon him’.

Whoever the devilish tempter of this passage might have been (whether real or symbolic), his is not presented as being in any way persuasive or influential, and bears absolutely no similarity to the terrible demon of satanic mythology. There is nothing remotely fearsome about any of the biblical portrayals, and there is not even the vaguest reference to a physical description. So, from where did the diabolical horned Satan of the fire-and-brimstone preachers emanate?

The menacing figure of Christian mythology emerged mainly through the onset of medieval Christian Dualism – the concept of two opposing and equally powerful gods. According to different traditions, Satan was either the brother or the son of Jehovah, or was even the competitive and aggressive aspect of Jehovah himself. In essence, the said Jehovah-Satan conflict was representative of the ancient pre-Christian tradition of the symbolic battle between Light and Darkness as perceived by the Persian mystics, but this had nothing to do with an Antichrist figure. The eventual Christian image of Satan was a concept that emerged in Roman Imperial times.

The early Catholic faith was based on the subjugation of the masses to the domination of the bishops, and to facilitate this an Antichrist (anti-Catholic) figure was necessary as a perceived enemy. This enemy was said to be Satan, the ‘evil one’ who would claim the souls of any who did not offer absolute obedience to the Church. Authority was then established on the back of a statement made by St Paul in the New Testament Epistle to the Romans (13:1-2):

Let every soul be subject unto the higher powers. For there is no power but of God; the powers that be are ordained of God. Whosoever therefore resisteth the power, resisteth the ordinance of God; and they that resist shall receive to themselves damnation.

It then remained only for the Church to become the self-nominated bridge between God and people. This was done by granting a vicarious office to the Pope, who became designated Vicar of Christ.

For this scheme of threat and trepidation to succeed, it was imperative to promote the notion that this diabolical Satan had existed from the beginning of time, and there was no earlier story with which he could be associated than that of Adam and Eve. The only problem was that Genesis made no mention whatever of Satan, but there was the inherent account of Eve and the serpent. It was therefore determined that this story should be rewritten to suit the desired purpose. The original text was a Jewish version after all, and Christianity had become divorced from Judaism, even from the liberal Judaism of Jesus.

In those days, there was no comprehensive translation of the Bible available to Christians at large. The Jews had their Hebrew, Aramaic and Greek versions of the Old Testament, while the primary Christian Bible (the Vulgate) existed in an obscure form of Church Latin, translated from Greek by St Jerome in the 4th century. Outside the immediate Roman Church of the West, there were enthusiastic Easter Christian branches in places such as Syria and Ethiopia, and it was mainly from these regions (where the Jewish competition was stronger) that the new Genesis accounts emerged for the Christian market.

Among these was an Ethiopic work called The Book of Adam and Eve (subtitled The Conflict of Adam and Eve with Satan), which was produced some time around the 6th Century. This lengthy book not only features Satan as a central character, but even goes so far as to say that the cross of Jesus was erected on the very spot where Adam was buried!

A Syriac work entitled The Book of the Cave Treasures is a compendium of earthly history from the creation of the world to the crucifixion of Jesus. It appears to have been compiled in the 4th century, but the oldest extant text comes from the late 6th century. Once again, the book introduces Satan as the constant protagonist of evil, setting the scene for the dark and sinister element that flourished in the Church-promoted Gothic tradition which evolved as a product of the brutal Catholic Inquisitions. In one Instance, Adam and Eve are seen to be dwelling in a cave when Satan comes fourteen times to tempt them, but each time an angel of God puts the demon to flight. The book even maintains that orthodox Christianity was in place before the time of Adam and Eve and the emergent Hebrews!

Another volume which upholds a similar notion is The Book of the Bee, a Nestorian Syriac text from about 1222 compiled by Bishop Shelemon of Basra, Iraq. Its title is explained by virtue of the fact that it ‘gathered the heavenly dew from the blossoms of the two Testaments, and the flowers of the holy books’, thereby applying Christian doctrine to the traditional Jewish scriptures which it reinterpreted.

Since the biblical Satan carried no physical description, he was generally considered in early artwork to look like any other angel (albeit a fallen one according to emergent lore). It was not until the year 591 that Pope Gregory 1 made his announcement concerning the devil’s characteristics, thereby establishing the base satanic personality which has been promulgated from time to time. ‘Satan has horns and hooves’, said Gregory, ‘and powers to control the weather.’ Henceforth, horned animals (in particular stags and goats) were considered to be devilish, while the pictorial imagery of Satan became ever more exaggerated by the addition of a tail, bat’s wings and a variety of bodily characteristics based upon the satyrs of Greek mythology.

As for the Antichrist, so often preached to strike terror and subjugation, there is no such character in the New Testament. The word (with a small ‘a’) only appears in the Epistles of John, but not in relation to a specific figure. It is used simply as a term to define those opposed to the teachings of Jesus. 1 John 2:18 states that ‘even now there are many antichrists’. 1 John 2:22 continues with ‘he that denieth that Jesus is the Christ; he is antichrist’. There is nothing here that relates to any satanic being, and the author of the John epistles plainly recognizes that Christ had many opposers.

In much the same way, the word ‘satanist’ was used right up until Puritan times. The pamphlet An Harbour for Faithful and True Subjects, issued by John Aylmer, Bishop of London in 1559, refers to all those other than Christians as ‘satanists’. Like the terms antichrist, atheist and infidel, it was a commonly used description of unbelievers in general, and its complexion did not change until the onset of witch-hunts.

In short, the satanic myth is no more than a fictional fable. It was concocted long after Bible times, and was designed to undermine historical record while intimidating Christians into compliance with dogmatic and subjugative rule of the bishops. In the light of this, it makes little sense that the descendants of those who broke free from such restrictive dogma (in order to pursue their own courses of religious freedom in the New World) should end up so many centuries after the event being the only ones who remain convinced by it!…

Heliopolis was the sun center of Egypt, but this is the Greek name. The Israelites called the place On, but to the Egyptians it was known as Annu, from which the Latin-English word ‘annum’ (year) derives. In Akkadian Mesopotamia, Annu, or Anum had been the equivalent of Ra, whereas in Sumer (southern Mesopotamia) he was the great sky god Anu. It is for this reason that the winged disc of the Lord of the Sun is found in both Mesopotamia and Egypt.

The determination of the earthy calendar was said to be the prerogative of the great Anu. An annum related to the Earth’s solar orbit, and yet again was denoted by a point of within a circle. It was called A-Sha – an ideogram of 360 degrees stemming from sha-at-am, which literally means ‘a passing’, with a 360 degrees passing defining an orbit. (Even then – around 3000 BC – it was understood that the Earth revolved around the Sun.) The Orbit of Light was deemed to be the realm of the sun god, and was thus defined as the Sha-Ra-On (Sharon).

The transmitter of light (the light bearer) was the Rose of Shannon: the carrier of the Rosi Crucis. Rosi represented the ritu (the redness of truth), and crucis related to a cup as in ‘crucible’. This was equivalent to the sacred Vessel of the Light in Kabbalah, and is why the mystical technology of The Zohar has been likened to the Holy Grail. The light bearer has been variously identified in different cultures, from Nin-kharsag to Venus, and in that guise was the queen in the Old Testament Song of Solomon 2:1: ‘I am the rose of Sharon…’ (I am the truth of the Orbit of Light).

A problem which beset emergent Freemasonry in 1667, and which could not have been foreseen, was directly related to this particular Sharon aspect of the Craft. The Puritan faction in Britain was damaging to cultural pursuits in many ways, but most effectively and permanently so by way of its own literary culture. As the Cromwellian movement set its sights fiercely against kingship and the Royal House of Stuart in military terms, so too did its writers, not the least of whom was the London-born poet John Milton (1608-1647). The powerful and dogmatic rhetoric of his Paradise Lost was a direct assault against the new philosophy of Christopher Wren and others of the Royal Society. Ignoring Copernicus, Galileo, and the scientific discoveries of his day, Milton’s cosmic visions centred on the traditional Christian belief that the Earth (not the Sun) was at the centre of the Universe.

The story of Paradise Lost concerns the heavenly revolts of Satan, leading to his fall from grace and the establishment of Hell. At the time of publication, the heated debate over the Mason Word was in full swing, with the Puritans and the Kirk Presbytery claiming that masons were occultists with ‘second sight’ (likened to the evil eye), who could see the invisible. Worse than that, the Rosicrucians academics of the Royal Society actually believe that the Earth revolved around the Sun. Freemasons were, therefore, accused of being heretical sun cultists.

This was difficult enough image with which to contend, but Milton added more fuel to the fire when referring to Venus the light bearer. There was a passage in the Old Testament book of Isaiah 14:12 which prophesied the overthrow of Babylon’s king, stating: ‘How are you fallen from heaven, day star, son of the dawn!’ As is made clear by the term ‘son of the dawn’, the Isaiah reference was to the king of Babylon, but astronomically the ‘day star’ or ‘morning star’ is Venus, which appears in the sky before sunrise. In Latin, Venus ‘the light-bringer’ was referred to as the lux-fer, or as it was more commonly written, ‘the lucifer’. What Milton did was to treat this descriptive feminine term as a proper noun (in accordance with St Jerome’s Vulgate translation, and as it appears in the Isaiah verse today). But more than that – Lucifer was aligned in Paradise Lost with Satan.

Of Lucifer, so by allusion called, Of that bright star to Satan paragon’d.

The term lucifer (lux-fer; ‘light-bringer’) had never been associated with a male entity – and certainly not with an evil Satan. Even after Milton’s death, in 18th-century dictionaries, the correct reference is given. For instance, the 1721-94 Nathan Bailey’s Etymological Dictionary states: ‘Lucifer – The morning or day star; the planet Venus, when it rises before the sun’. But, notwithstanding, following Milton’s lead, Freemasons were not only sun cultist – they were also satanists!

And so, from 1667, Lucifer became an alternative name for Satan, while its association with Venus, light bearer and goddess of love, was forgotten by way of clerical indoctrination. What is perhaps surprising is that, more than three centuries later, the Puritan view is still being expressed by a body of hard-lined religious extremists. They pretend on the internet, and in their books, to be investigators into a liberal conspiracy, but in reality they pursue a modern-day witch hunt that accuses Freemasons of being satanist and devil worshippers. In reality, the ‘conspiracy’ is entirely on their side and it is they (not the masons) who cling to a medieval belief in Satan, making them so fearful of those whom they accuse.

The clear dishonesty in the Vulgate Isaiah translation can be seen from the word that was misrepresented as Lucifer. The direct Greek equivalent to lux-fer (light -bringer) was the phase phos phoros (from which the Latin and English word phosphorus derives). Where this was used in the New Testament (2 Peter 1:19), it was translated as ‘day star’. This is absolutely correct; lux-fer and phos phoros are identical in referring to the light bringer (or light carrier), and the word ‘phosphorus’ is rightly given in today’s Oxford English Dictionary as relating to the morning star. This was never a derogatory term, and was even applied in relation to the Messiah (Revelation 22:16 – ‘I am the root and the offspring of David, and the bright and the morning star.’)

But the original term used in Isaiah was not phos phoros but the Hebrew word heylel. This derives from the primitive halal, and is used 165 times in the Old Testament. Examples can be found in 1 Kings 20:11, Psalms 10:3, and proverbs 20:14, and in each case (along with many others) heylel relates to boasting. Isaiah 14:12 should not read as ‘How are you fallen from heaven, day star, son of the dawn!’ but ‘How are you fallen from heaven, boastful one, son of the dawn!’ As the writer of Isaiah intended, this was a direct reference to the Babylonian King, and had no connection whatever to Venus or a light bearer of any kind. Not only was John Milton’s misuse of lux-fer thoroughly ill-disposed, it was (as derived from the Vulgate translation) the wrong word in any event…

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17 Near-Death Experience Accounts from “Beyond the Light”

More info about NDE’s and fascinating stories from people who went to the other side…

Copyright 1994 by P. M. H. Atwater (reproduced here with the author’s permission)

Beyond the Light, originally in hardcover, Birch Lane Press, New York City (reprinted as a paperback through Avon Books, New York City, 1995 – ISBN: 0-380-72540-1)

Seventeen Case-Studies of the Near-Death Experience Follow

  1. An example of the out-of-body component of the near-death experience is the case of Jazmyne Cidavia-DeRepentigny of Hull Georgia.  She died on the operating table during surgery in late 1979 (pages 10-11, paperback version, “BEYOND THE LIGHT”):”I must say that this experience was quite unsettling to say the least.  I was floating over my body.  I could see and hear everything that was being said and done.  I left the room for a short while and then returned to where my body lay.  I knew why I died.  It was because I couldn’t breathe.  There was a tube down my throat and the medical staff did not have an oxygen mask on my nose.  I had also been given too much anesthetic.”In my out-of-body state, I’m using my mind to try and make my right arm and hand move – my arms are extended parallel to my physical body.  I want my right hand to move, any thing to move.  I was trying to pull the tube out of my mouth.  I looked down at my face and tears were streaming.  One of the nurses blotted the tears from my face but she didn’t notice my breathing had stopped, nor did she see me next to her.  At this point, I’m trying really hard to make my physical arm move, but it’s like my whole body is made of lead.”Cidavia-DeRepentigny’s determination in her out-of-body state to make an arm move finally paid off; and, with great clamor and commotion, the tube was pulled out, an oxygen mask attached, and her breathing restored.  She had a similar near-death episode when she was hospitalized at thirteen, and again in 1991 when she faced death a third time.  The more recent occurrence resulted from a nearly fatal bout with pneumonia, only this time she witnessed her own soul as a spirit residing outside of her body:

    “I could see my spirit standing before me.  My spirit was so beautifully perfect, dressed in a white gown that was loose, free-flowing, and below the knee.  From my spirit there emanated a bright, soft-white halo.  My spirit was standing six to eight feet from my body.  It was so strange, for I could see my spirit and my spirit could see my pathetic body.  I had not an ounce of color and I looked all withered and cold and lifeless.  My spirit felt warm and so, so celestial.  As my spirit slowly moved away, my spirit told my body goodbye, for my spirit saw the light and wanted to go into it.  The light was like a circular opening that was warm and bright.”

    Cidavia-DeRepentigny spoke of feeling torn between two worlds – wanting to remain on earth while at the same time feeling a strong pull to unite with her spirit self and pass into the light.  After another round of hospitalization, she was left confused and disoriented, ready to change her life yet hesitant to begin.  She lamented about the lack of people she could discuss her situation with, although her church bishop did express some degree of understanding.  Her lament is commonly shared by most experiencers.

  2. The case of Robin Michelle Halberdier of Texas City, Texas, illustrates the overwhelming sense of love experiencers often encounter in the light.  Her near-death episode took place in a hospital when she was between one and two months of age.  Born prematurely, and with Hyaline Membrane disease, she was not expected to live (pages 12-13, paperback version, “BEYOND THE LIGHT”):”My first visual memory was looking forward and seeing a brilliant bright light, almost like looking directly at the sun.  The strange thing was that I could see my feet in front of me, as if I were floating upward in a vertical position.  I do not remember passing through a tunnel or anything like that, just floating in the beautiful light.  A tremendous amount of warmth and love came from the light.”There was a standing figure in the light, shaped like a normal human being, but with no distinct facial features.  It had a masculine presence.  The light I have described seemed like it emanated from that figure.  Light rays shone all around him.  I felt very protected and safe and loved.”The figure in the light told me through what I now know to be mental telepathy that I must go back, that it was not time for me to come here.  I wanted to stay because I felt so full of joy and so peaceful.  The voice repeated that it wasn’t my time; I had a purpose to fulfill and I could come back after I completed it.

    “The first time I told my parents about my experience was right after I began to talk.  At the time, I believed that what happened to me was something everyone experienced.  I told my mom and dad about the big glass case I was in after I was born, and the figure in the light and what he said to me.  They took my reference to the glass case to mean the incubator.  My father was a medical student at the time, and he had read a book about near-death experiences.  From comparing the information in the book with what I told them, they decided that’s what I was describing.  My mom told me all of this years later when I brought the subject up again.

    “I began attending church at the age of five, and I would look at the picture of Jesus in the Bible and tell my mom that’s who it was in the light.  I still have many physical difficulties with my health because of being premature.  But there is a strong need inside me that I should help others with what death is, and talk to terminally ill patients.  I was in the other world and I know there is nothing to be afraid of after death.”

  3. I found that both adults and children occasionally report being greeted on The Other Side by animals, especially if favored pets have previously died.  But it is the children who describe an animal heaven, some even insisting that they must go through it before they can reach the heaven where people are.  Adult cases can be equally compelling.Several years before his death, Bryce Bond, a famous New York City media personality turned parapsychologist, shared with me the story of what happened to him when he once collapsed after a violent allergic reaction to pine nuts and was rushed to a hospital.  He remembered suddenly passing through a long tunnel toward a brilliant light, and then (pages 13-14, paperback version, “BEYOND THE LIGHT”):”I hear a bark, and racing toward me is a dog I once had, a black poodle named Pepe.  When I see him, I feel an emotional floodgate open.  Tears fill my eyes.  He jumps into my arms, licking my face.  As I hold him, he is real, more real than I had ever experienced him.  I can smell him, feel him, hear his breathing, and sense his great joy at being with me again.”I put my dog on the ground, and step forward to embrace my stepfather, when a very strong voice is heard in my consciousness.  Not yet, it says.  I scream out, Why?  Then this inner voice says, What have you learned, and whom have you helped?  I am dumb-founded.  The voice seems to be from without as well as within.  Everything stops for a moment.  I have to think of what was asked of me.  I cannot answer what I have learned, but I can answer whom I have helped.

    “I feel the presence of my dog around me as I ponder those two questions.  Then I hear barking, and other dogs appear, dogs I once had.  As I stand there for what seems to be an eternity.  I want to embrace and be absorbed and merge.  I want to stay.  The sensation of not wanting to come back is overwhelming.”

    Bryce was also greeted by all of his relatives who had passed on before him.  He experienced these loved ones as somewhat younger in form and face than when he had last seen them, healthier and happier.  He remembered racing backward through the same tunnel he had entered when it was time to leave and reviving in time to witness a hypodermic needle being plunged into his arm.  “I heard a voice say, ‘Welcome back.’  I never asked who said that nor did I care.  I was told by the doctor that I had been dead for over ten minutes.”

  4. Yet there are cases of “near-death-like” experiences that mimic those which occur during the trauma of death itself.  One of those is the story of Julian A. Milkes.  I met Milkes on a bumpy train ride to Long Island Sound, where I was slated to speak at a near-death study group meeting in Syosset, New York.  He is a retired teacher, and was returning that day from buying concert tickets in Times Square.  Here is what he told me (page 17, paperback version, “BEYOND THE LIGHT”):”My mother and I were driving out to the lake one afternoon.  My dad was to follow later when he finished work.  We were having company for dinner, and, as we rode along, my mother spotted some wild flowers at the side of the road.  She asked if I wouldn’t stop the car and pick them as they would look nice on the dinner table.  I pulled over to the right side of the road (it was not a major highway), parked the car, and went down a small incline to get off the road to pick the flowers.  While I was picking the flowers, a car came whizzing by and suddenly headed straight for me.”As I looked up and saw what I presumed would be an inevitable death, I separated from my body and viewed what was happening from another perspective.  My whole life flashed in front of me, from that moment backwards to segments of my life.  The review was not like a judgment.  It was passive, more like an interesting novelty.”I can’t tell you how many times I think of that near-death experience.  Even as I sit here and write my story for you, it seems as though it happened only yesterday.”

    Milke suffered no injury.  The speeding car veered off just as suddenly as it had appeared, and sped away.  I have observed that the terror of an ultimate end, the kind of terror that sees no hope, no other alternative except death itself, is sometimes enough to shift people into a near-death mode.  Illness, injury, or body trauma is not necessary.

  5. Seldom are suicide near-death scenarios hell-like.  Contrary to popular notions, most suicide near-death experiences are positive, or at least illustrative of the importance of life and its living.  Although I have yet to find a suicide experience that was in any way transcendent or in-depth, just to have something happen, anything that affirms that he or she is loved and special, seems miracle enough for the one involved.  Near-death survivors from suicide attempts can and often do return with the same sense of mission that any other experiencer of the phenomenon reports.  And that mission is usually to tell other potential victims that suicide is not the answer.  For example, this young man (he asked not to be identified – refer to pages 18-19, paperback version, “BEYOND THE LIGHT”):”Since then, suicide has never crossed my mind as a way out.  It’s a copout to me and not the way to heaven.  I wish you luck in your research and hope my experience will help stop someone from taking his own life.  It is a terrible waste.”Suicide near-death episodes can lay to rest problems and conflicts, explain away confusions, and emphasize the need to remain embodied.  Experiencers usually return with a feeling that suicide solves nothing, and they are notably renewed and refreshed by that feeling, using their near-death event as a source of courage, strength, and inspiration.But not all suicide scenarios are positive.

    Some are negative, and these can be so negative that they upset the individual more than the original problem that precipitated the suicide.  This kind of devastation can be transforming if used as a catalyst to help the person make the kind of changes that comprise constructive, long-term solutions.  Such changes can come from an inner awakening, or from the fear that what was experienced may indeed herald the individual’s final fate if something is not done to turn things around.

  6. What happened to the famous novelist Ernest Hemingway is an example of the typical brief or initial near-death experience.  During World War I, Hemingway was wounded by shrapnel while fighting on the banks of the river Piave, near Fossalta, Italy.  He convalesced in Milan.  In a letter from there to his family, he made this cryptic statement: “Dying is a very simple thing.  I’ve looked at death and really I know.”  Years later, Hemingway explained to a friend what had occurred on that fateful night in 1918 (pages 23-24, paperback version, “BEYOND THE LIGHT”):”A big Austrian trench mortar bomb, of the type that used to be called ash cans, exploded in the darkness.  I died then.  I felt my soul or something coming right out of my body, like you’d pull a silk handkerchief out of a pocket by one corner.  It flew around and then came back and went in again and I wasn’t dead anymore.”Hemingway remained deeply affected by this out-of-body/initial near-death experience throughout his life, and was never again as “hard-boiled” as he once had been.  “A FAREWELL TO ARMS” contains a passage where the character Frederic Henry undergoes the same confrontation with death that Hemingway did:”I ate the end of my piece of cheese and took a swallow of wine.  Through the other noise I heard a cough, then came the chuh-chuh-chuh-chuh – then there was a flash, as when a blast-furnace door is swung open, and a roar that started white and went red and on and on in a rushing wind.  I tried to breathe but my breath would not come and I felt myself rush bodily out of myself and out and out and out and all the time bodily in the wind.  I went out swiftly, all of myself, and I knew I was dead and that it had all been a mistake to think you just died.  Then I floated, and instead of going on I felt myself slide back.  I breathed and I was back.”
  7. What happened to John R. Liona of Brooklyn, New York, is also typical of the initial experience (pages 24-27, paperback version, “BEYOND THE LIGHT”):”Mine was a difficult birth, according to my mother.  She said she didn’t hear me cry after I was born because I was a ‘blue baby.’  They did not bring me to her for two days.  My face was black and blue, and she said the skin was all cut up on the right side of my face.  That’s where the forceps slipped.  I was given a tracheotomy to help me breathe.  I am totally deaf in my right ear.  Also, the right side of my face and head is less sensitive than the left.  When I get tired, the right side of my face droops a little, like Bell’s palsy.”I am forty years old now.  All my life going back to my childhood I can remember having this same recurring dream.  It is more vivid than any other dream.  It starts and ends the same – I am kneeling down and bent over, frantically trying to untie some kind of knots.  They almost seem alive.  I am pulling on them and they are thick and slippery.  I am very upset.  Pulling and snapping.  I can’t see what they’re made of.  I remember getting hit in the face while trying to untie or break free of the knots, and waking up crying.  Then I would go back to sleep thinking it was only a dream or a nightmare.  When the dream would happen again on another night, I would sleep through it longer, as I began to get used to it.”After I am able to sleep through the knotty part, suddenly my struggling stops.  I feel like a puppet with all the strings cut.  My body goes limp.  All the stress and struggle is drained right out of me.  I feel very calm and peaceful, but wonder what caused me to lose interest in the knots.  They were important one minute; the next minute I am floating in this big bright light.  I know I can’t touch the ground because there is light there, too.  I look at the light and try to move toward it.  I can’t, and this upsets me.  There is a woman in a long, flowing gown floating away to my left.  I call and call to her but the light is so bright sound does not travel through it.  I want to talk to the woman.  My dream ends there.

    “About a year ago, I walk out of my house to go to work.  The ground is wet from rain, yet I find this book lying there – dry.  No one is around, so I pick it up.  The book is called ‘CLOSER TO THE LIGHT,’ by Melvin Morse, M.D., and Paul Perry.  It is on the near-death experiences of children.  That night I start reading it and cannot put it down.  For the first time in my life, I now understand my dream.  Those knots were when I struggled in the womb with the umbilical cord; getting hit in the face is when the doctor grabbed me with the forceps, then I died.  After that, I went into the light.

    “But, wait a second.  You’re not supposed to remember being born.  We don’t just sit around at parties and talk about what we remember of our birth.  We only talk about what our parents tell us.  I look forward to having my dream again.  I’m ready now to experience more of it than before, and without being upset.”

    It can be argued that since Liona’s birth was so intensely traumatic, his repetitive dream may be more of the trauma’s replay than any memory of a near-death experience.  And that argument carries considerable weight, as prebirth awareness is commonly reported and often verified.  For instance, David Cheek, past president of the American Society for Clinical Hypnosis and a retired obstetrician, believes that humans are remarkably capable while still in the womb.  He is quoted as saying: “Babies are at least somewhat aware from the moment their mothers become aware of their pregnancy.”

    Yet this supposition does not take into account the woman in the long flowing gown who is also part of Liona’s dream sequence.  The antiseptic uniforms of attending physicians and medical personnel do not explain away this “gossamer” figure, nor does the idea of a mental replay account for how these images have haunted him.  Neither does it explain why, since earliest childhood, he has displayed the typical aftereffects of a near-death survivor.

    What we are seeing here, and why I have used Liona’s case as an example of the initial experience, is that current near-death research has shown that more and more children are being discovered who remember having had a near-death experience, either before, during, or after the moment of birth.  This memory usually remains vivid in children’s minds either from repeated storytelling after they learn how to talk, or because of repetitious imagery that intrudes upon their dreamlife, as in the case of John R. Liona.  By the way, I have found that interviewing children can be as surprising as it is revelatory, for children seem able to hear parental conversations while still in the womb, and can repeat what was heard once they are old enough to talk – with embarrassing exactness.

  8. The following story from Jeanne L. Eppley of Columbus, Ohio, may seem like another rendering of an initial near-death experience to you.  Elements are few, and it is brief, as are the others I wrote about previously.  But it is different. . . unpleasant (pages 30-32, paperback version, “BEYOND THE LIGHT”):”My experience happened during the birth of my first child.  For many years I blamed it on the anesthetic.  I had three more children without pain because I believed that if there wasn’t any pain, I wouldn’t have to have anesthetics that caused experiences like this.  Living proof of mind over matter, right?”What happened was this: Everything was bright yellow.  There was a tiny black dot in the center of all the yellow.  Somehow I knew that the dot was me.  The dot began to divide.  First there was two, then four, then eight.  After there had been enough division, the dots formed into a pinwheel and began to spin.  As the pinwheel spun, the dots began to rejoin in the same manner as they had divided.  I knew that when they were all one again, I would be dead, so I began to fight.  The next thing I remember is the doctor trying to awaken me and keep me on the delivery table, because I was getting up.”When my daughter was born, her head was flattened from her forehead to a point in back.  They told me that she had lodged against my pelvic bone.  But the doctor had already delivered two others that night and was in a hurry to get home.  He took her with forceps.  I’ve often wondered if my experience was actually hers, instead.”

    Although distressing to her, Eppley had this to say about her experience:

    “I survived and became very strong.  Before it happened I was a very weak person who had depended on others all my life.  It constantly amazes me that people talk about how much they admire my strength.  I developed a lot of character having lived this life and raising four children alone.  I can honestly say that I like and respect myself now.  I did not when the near-death experience happened.  I believe maybe it was sent to show me that I could be strong.  I certainly needed that strength in the years that came after.”

    She expressed disappointment that her case did not match all the wonderful stories other near-death survivors tell.  A fellow experiencer suggested that maybe the reason for this was her refusal to “let go” and surrender to the experience, that the battle she had waged so fiercely may have blocked any further development of an uplifting scenario.  This idea is not so far-fetched, since recent research suggests that “surrender” may indeed be the factor that determines not only depth of experience but who might possibly have one to begin with, i.e., people who refuse to relinquish the power of their will seldom report the phenomenon.

    Yet, if you explore Eppley’s life before and after her experience, a startling pattern emerges: This disappointing experience presaged two disappointing marriages, the birth of three more children, verbal and physical abuse, an attempt on her life, plus the ordeal of raising her family without support.  The battle fear generated in her near-death episode was the first time she had ever stood up for herself.  By her admission, the strength she gained from that fight enabled her to call upon deep reservoirs of power she never knew she had.  Thus, wining one battle gave her the courage to win many.  She has since remarried, and is now a radiantly happy woman.  What was originally fearsome turned out to be a godsend.

    Eppley’s case is an example of why I challenge the surrender theory.  Yes, research is persuasive on this issue: It does appear that people who fight the experience seldom have much of an experience, if any.  Still, there is a question worthy of asking here, and that question is: Would Eppley have benefited as much as she did had her scenario been sweetly angelic?  No one can say, of course, but the question is a valid one, for in asking it we broaden the base of our inquiry from concentrating on the event alone to an equal consideration of the one who experienced the event.

  9. Gloria Hipple of Blakeslee, Pennsylvania, was brought to my attention by Gracia Fay Ellwood (an individual who is investigating hell-like near-death scenarios – refer to pages 32-36, paperback version, “BEYOND THE LIGHT”):”My incident took place in August of 1955.  I had been taken to Middlesex Hospital in New Brunswick, New Jersey, due to a miscarriage.  Placed in a ward because I was a military dependent, the doctor who was to care for me never came.  I was placed at a forty-five-degree angle due to bleeding and was left that way for almost eight days.  No one heard my pleas.  By the eighth day, I could not hear anyone, my eyes could not see, and I was later told that my body temperature registered 87.6 degrees.  I should have been dead.”I recall being pulled down into a spinning vortex.  At first, I did not know what was happening.  Then I realized my body was being drawn downward, head first.  I panicked and fought, trying to grab at the sides of the vortex.  All I could think of was my two children.  No one would care for them.  I pleaded, Please, not now, but I kept moving downward.”I tried to see something, but all there was to see was this cyclonic void that tapered into a funnel.  I kept grabbing at the sides but my fingers had nothing to grasp.  Terror set in, true terror.  I saw a black spot, darker than the funnel and like a black curtain, falling in front of me.  Then there was a white dot, like a bright light at the end of the funnel.  But as I grew closer, it was a small white skull.  It became larger, grinning at me with bare sockets and gaping mouth, and traveling straight toward me like a baseball.  Not only was I terrified, I was really livid, too.  I struggled to grab hold of anything to keep me from falling, but the skull loomed larger.  ‘My kids, my baby is so little.  My little boy, he’s only two years old.  No!’  My words rang in my head and ears.  With a bellowing yell, I screamed: ‘No!  damn it, no!  Let me go.  My babies need me!  No!  No!  No!  No!’

    “The skull shattered into fragments and I slowed in movement.  A white light, the brightest light I have ever known or will ever see again was in place of the skull.  It was so bright yet it did not blind me.  It was a welcome, calming light.  The black spot or curtain was gone.  I felt absolute peace of mind and sensed myself floating upward, and I was back.  I heard my husband calling me, off in the distance.  I opened my eyes but could not see him.  Two doctors were at the foot of my bed – both were angry and compassionate at the same time.  I was taken to the operating room, given several pints of blood, and was released one week later.

    “No one would believe my handshake with the grim reaper.  Scoffers almost put me in tears.  Everyone laughed at me, including my husband, so I never told my story again – until I wrote to you.  It was the most horrendous, yet the most gratifying experience I’ve ever had in my life.”

    A flood of memories poured forth once Hipple started talking about her experience, including a nearly forgotten incident that had occurred in 1943 when she had a tonsillectomy:

    “Ether was the sedation used to put me to sleep.  I recall being terrified by the mask and the awful smell.  I can still taste it as I think about it.  As the sedation took hold, there was the vortex, the dizzy spinning sensation, as I was dragged downward into sleep.  I screamed, not knowing what was happening to me.”

    As she compared the two episodes, she recognized that the vortex experienced during surgical anesthesia in childhood was the same as the one she had encountered as an adult – minus the smell and taste.  This association underscores what you find in medical literature.  It is well known and documented that certain chemicals, especially ether, can cause vortex or spinning hallucinations.  Missing from medical literature, however, is mention of anything more significant than this imagery.  No attention is given to possible aftereffects (above and beyond chemical side effects).  Hipple suffered no side effects from the sedation she was given in 1943, nor any aftereffects from being pulled into the vortex, except for a dislike of ether.  But her adult confrontation with the same type of vortex did have aftereffects, the kind associated with the near-death phenomenon.

    Unlike Eppley, Hipple’s hellish near-death scenario was lengthy, intense, fully involved, and resolved in “heavenly” light.  A dream?  “Absolutely not!”  She continues:

    “My near-death experience has made me quite sensitive to many more things than my mind understands.  It also helped me to be less serious about myself.  I’m dispensable.  I have discovered I do not value ‘things’ as I once did.  I befriend people in a different way.  I respect their choices to be the people they want to be.  The same for my own family.  I will guide, but not demand.  As for the “Light” – it was then and remains so, my encounter with the most powerful of all entities.  The giver of life on both sides of the curtain.  After all, I was given a second chance.  I am blessed and cannot ask for more.”

    A closer examination of Hipple’s life reveals the sudden development of unique sensitivities afterward.  The pending death of an unborn daughter was revealed to her in an usually detailed vision.  When her husband died in a trucking accident at 4:15 am, she was up and prepared for it, and even heard a thump against her trailer home at the exact moment he was killed some distance away.  Strange sensations about her sister awakened her from a deep sleep at the exact moment her sister died.  “I am more sensitive to people’s thoughts and actions than before.  I follow hunches that are sometimes quite accurate.”

    Like Eppley, Gloria Hipple now glows with a special confidence, charm, and wisdom.  She speaks effusively of God and angels.  “The curtain, the darkness, the skull, the void, the terror, the anger, the fight, the light.  There was nothing more than that, but it changed my life.”  Her hellish ex-experience transformed her from being dependent on outer circumstances and material possessions to the realization of greater truths and the power of inner peace.  No drug-induced hallucination ever recorded fostered the kind of life-shift that happened to this woman, and she is one of millions.

  10. Next is a case of a haunting, and of an experiencer assaulted by entities awaiting her arrival in the tunnel.  But there is more to the story of Sandra H. Brock of Staunton, Virginia, than first glance reveals – proof that one cannot judge a near-death scenario solely by its description.  You must investigate before and after conditions in the person’s life to reach any kind of meaningful context within which to consider the experience (pages 36-39, paperback version, “BEYOND THE LIGHT”):”I had a stomach stapling in 1980 and, in the process, had to have a deformed spleen removed.  I hemorrhaged on the operating table, and the doctor said that at three times he thought he was going to lose me.  The first day after surgery I had to have transfusions.  During one of the transfusions I started feeling really weird.  I felt like if I shut my eyes I would never open them again.  I called a nurse.  Of course, she said it was all in my head, and left the room.  I remember she just walked out the door and I started being pulled through a tunnel.  It was a terrible experience because all I could see were people from my past, people who were already dead, who had done or said something to me that had hurt me in one way or another.  They were laughing and screaming, until I thought I could not stand it.  I begged and begged that I be allowed to go back.  I could see a light at the end of the tunnel but I never really got close to it.  All of a sudden I was back in my bed, just thankful I had not died.”Brock, as it turns out, has had several near-death-type experiences, scattered over a long life.”My mother told me that when she found she was pregnant with me, she prayed that I would die.  They were just coming out of the depression and they already had a baby and could not afford another.  When I was born, I was born with a harelip.  Mother thought that was her punishment for wanting me dead.  Within several days, and without any surgery, my harelip healed itself, and to this day I do not carry a scar.  She also told me that when I was only a few weeks old, she came to my bassinet and found me not breathing.  I had already turned purple.  She grabbed me, shook me, and blew in my face until I started breathing again.  I don’t remember this experience, but I do remember being in a bassinet that had no liner.  I remember studying my hands and what my hands looked like as an infant.  My mother said I couldn’t possibly remember this, but I did, and I was right.”

    Until the age of four, Brock survived numerous nearly fatal accidents that caused cessation of breath.  Her memory of each is detailed and verified by relatives, even though several occurred when she was only a toddler.  Right from her earliest years (I suspect from when she was but a few weeks old), she displayed the typical aftereffects of the near-death phenomenon, including stunningly accurate psychic abilities, extended perceptual range, and heightened faculties.  Like Hipple, she has been visited by the dead, “advised” of pending deaths, and has known the exact moment individuals died.

    Yet Brock has been haunted throughout her life, and not just by the deceased who grabbed at her in death’s tunnel.  An overshadowing theme of “Why would anyone want to harm me?” seems to have permeated every aspect of her life’s experiences, from her memory of frightening creatures crawling into her bed when she was young and making her scream and cry, to adult misunderstandings and distressing dreams.  It’s almost as if her mother’s prayer that she die imprinted her brain in some manner.  I say that because Brock’s many brushes with death, even as an infant, were precipitated by acts of self-destructive behavior.  That single overshadowing theme continued to undermine the satisfaction that her many accomplishments in life should have given her.  This did not change until after her husband’s suicide in 1983.  At that time, according to Brock, her father and son, long since dead, and her recently deceased husband, physically and in broad day-light, drove up to her front door in an old Cadillac, honked the horn, and called out, “We’re together now and we’re okay.  We just wanted you to know.”  With that said, the group, car and all, disappeared.  This ghostly spectacle gave Brock the reassurance she needed to finally free herself from the “ghost” of her own past.  Her mother’s death decree, which she had subconsciously been trying to both justify and nullify throughout her life, was finally put to rest when her husband’s suicide forced her to confront her own life’s issues as she came to terms with his.

    In Brock’s case, her near-death episode was but one in a long series of similar events that finally brought her to that point of peace within herself where true forgiveness and understanding reside.

  11. Since pleasant and/or heaven-like scenarios constitute the vast bulk of reported cases, it is no wonder that the basic storyline has become virtually mythologized in the last two decades.  Just as there is more to the hellish version than meets the eye, so, too, is there more to the tales of heaven than is generally acknowledged.Our investigation begins with what happened in the spring of 1987 to Jennine Wolff of Troy, New York.  She was thirty years old at the time.  Due to complications from endometriosis, she suffered numerous bouts of hemorrhaging, several surgeries (including a hysterectomy), an additional hemorrhage of massive proportions, and, finally, emergency surgery.  During the final operation, she floated out of her body and entered another realm of existence (pages 51-53, paperback version, “BEYOND THE LIGHT”):”Suddenly I was aware of being in the most beautiful garden I’ve ever seen.  I felt whole and loved.  My sense of well-being was complete.  I heard celestial music clearly and saw vivid colored flowers, like nothing seen on earth, gorgeous greenery and trees.”As I looked around, I saw at a distance, on a hill, Jesus Christ.  All he said to me was that it was up to me whether to come back to earth or not.  I chose to come back to finish my work.  That is when I was born again.

    “The changes in my life?  I am now more aware of people’s feelings, beliefs, and needs.  I am more compassionate and considerate of others.  Also more confident in God’s love.”

    When you delve into Wolff’s history, a fascinating pattern emerges one of disciplined devotion to the spiritual path.  Raised in a strict but loving Presbyterian home, she suddenly developed the ability to have visions when but a teenager.  Her concerned parents took her for evaluation to the spiritualist camp of Lily Dale, located in New York State.  These experienced psychics advised them that their daughter had a special gift, and that she must decide whether to go on with a normal teenage life or commit herself to spiritual training.  She chose to develop her gift.  At the age of twenty-one and after seven years of instruction, Wolff met Sam Lentine, a blind biophysicist.  He had the scientific background; she had the spiritual.  Together they formed a professional partnership dedicated to the restoration of true health and wholeness throughout humankind.  Fourteen years later, after the partners had made tremendous strides in the health field and were becoming internationally known for their ability to facilitate the healing process, Lentine died.  Today, Wolff is a waitress at a senior citizens’ facility.

    Reflecting on her own death experience, as well as her present situation, she had this to say:

    “It was my mother who came into my hospital room and said, ‘You have died and come back.’  I knew I had died, but she confirmed it.  I felt like a baby afterward, and, at the age of thirty, was faced with learning about life all over again.  I couldn’t stand light at first.  When I could, everything became brighter and better than before.  My whole perspective drastically improved; I felt more grounded, solid, okay.  My psychic gifts skyrocketed.  But it still took me a long time to readjust.  The doctors said, Oh, it’s just the stress of what you’ve been through.  I disagreed.  What I was going through was unrelated to the surgery.  My mother and father understood, and, especially, my mother’s constant love and support made it possible for me to grasp hold of my new life and deal with it.  My death stepped up my original commitment to serve as a healer.

    “Afterward, my abilities sharpened, were better and more attuned.  I was much more understanding of others.  When I went back to work, Sam and I peaked in our performance – we did our best work.  Five years later Sam died.  You have to understand how close we were, how bonded our families.  Even though I knew death didn’t end anything, Sam’s transition threw me.  I had to readjust all over again.  I work with older people now, giving them my love with each touch.  I don’t know what’s ahead for me or where I’ll go, but I am taking massage classes – learning to heal in a different way.  My life is now in God’s hands.  New opportunities for me to serve are opening up.”

  12. Back in 1932, Arthur E. Yensen, a university graduate and staunch-materialist-turned-syndicated-cartoonist, decided to take some time off to research his weekly cartoon strip, “ADVENTUROUS WILLIE WISPO.”  Since his main character was a hobo, Yensen became one for a while, blending in with the over sixteen million unemployed at that time in our nation’s history.  He bummed rides from Chicago through Minnesota, until a young man in a convertible coupe picked him up on the way to Winnipeg.  Going too fast for the road conditions, the car hit a three-foot-high ridge of oiled gravel and flipped into a series of violent somersaults.  Both men were catapulted through the cloth top before the car smashed into a ditch.  The driver escaped unharmed, but Yensen was injured, losing consciousness just as two female spectators rushed to his aid (pages 53-56, paperback version, “BEYOND THE LIGHT”):”Gradually the earth scene faded away, and through it loomed a bright, new, beautiful world – beautiful beyond imagination!  For half a minute I could see both worlds at once.  Finally, when the earth was all gone, I stood in a glory that could only be heaven.”In the background were two beautiful, round-topped mountains, similar to Fujiyama in Japan.  The tops were snowcapped, and the slopes were adorned with foliage of indescribable beauty.  The mountains appeared to be about fifteen miles away, yet I could see individual flowers growing on their slopes.  I estimated my vision to be about one hundred times better than on earth.”To the left was a shimmering lake containing a different kind of water – clear, golden, radiant, and alluring.  It seemed to be alive.  The whole landscape was carpeted with grass so vivid, clear, and green, that it defies description.  To the right was a grove of large, luxuriant trees, composed of the same clear material that seemed to make up everything.

    “I saw twenty people beyond the first trees, playing a singing-dancing game something like Skip-to-My-Lou.  They were having a hilarious time holding hands and dancing in a circle – fast and lively.  As soon as they saw me, four of the players left the game and joyfully skipped over to greet me.  As they approached, I estimated their ages to be: one, thirty; two, twenty; and one, twelve.  Their bodies seemed almost weightless, and the grace and beauty of their easy movements was fascinating to watch.  Both sexes had long, luxuriant hair entwined with flowers, which hung down in glossy masses to their waists.  Their only clothing was a gossamer loin cloth with a loop over one shoulder and a broad ribbon streaming out behind in graceful curves and curlicues.  Their magnificence not only thrilled me, but filled me with awe.

    “The oldest, largest, and strongest-looking man announced pleasantly, ‘You are in the land of the dead.  We lived on earth, just like you, ’til we came here.’  He invited me to look at my arm.  I looked, and it was translucent; that is, I could dimly see through it.  Next they had me look at the grass and trees.  They were also translucent.  It was exactly the way the Bible had described heaven.

    “Then I noticed that the landscape was gradually becoming familiar.  It seemed as if I had been here before.  I remembered what was on the other side of the mountains.  Then with a sudden burst of joy, I realized that this was my real home!  Back on earth I had been a visitor, a misfit, and a homesick stranger.  With a sigh of relief, I said to myself, Thank God I’m back again.  This time I’ll stay!

    “The oldest man, who looked like a Greek god, continued to explain, ‘Everything over here is pure.  The elements don’t mix or break down as they do on earth.  Everything is kept in place by an all-pervading Master-Vibration, which prevents aging.  That’s why things don’t get dirty, or wear out, and why everything looks so bright and new.’  Then I understood how heaven could be eternal.”

    Yensen’s rapturous visit was lengthy; more details are contained in his self-published book, “I SAW HEAVEN” (out-of-print, but photocopies available from Eric Yensen, 1415 E. Oak St., Caldwell, Idaho 83605.  yensen@micron.net.)  He did not want to leave, but was told:

    “You have more important work to do on earth, and you must go back and do it!  There will come a time of great confusion and the people will need your stabilizing influence.  When your work on earth is done, then you can come back here and stay.”

    Born on a Nebraska sandhill during the blizzard of 1898, Yensen recalled being force-fed religion as a youngster.  Not only did he turn against it, but he started challenging his parents at every turn – including questioning the way they ate.  He observed that their farm animals did just fine on a diet of fresh greens and whole grains, yet family members were always suffering indigestion and constipation from the white flour, sugar, and grease they consumed.  Behind his parents’ back, he cured himself by eating bran flakes.  He continued to defy the conventions of his day, switching from atheism to mysticism after his near-death experience at the age of thirty-four, marrying afterwards, and built his own home in Parma, Idaho, from blocks of tuffa (pumice) he and his sons quarried.  He later became an educator, public speaker, was active in politics, specialized in historical sculpture (his work adorns Parma’s city park), was a movie extra in several Hollywood films, an authority on organic gardening and nutrition, and was singled out as one of Idaho’s “Most Distinguished Citizens.”

    Although a public figure, Yensen was frequently at odds with the school boards where he taught: opposing any procedure that capped a child’s creative drive; speaking out against the incarceration of American citizens of Japanese ancestry during World War II; and ignoring school rules by sharing his near-death experience in class as proof to his students that morality matters and life really has a purpose.  Ironically, Yensen was still questioning whether or not he had fulfilled his life’s work when he returned “home” in 1992, the quiet benefactor of thousands.

  13. Alice Morrison-Mays nearly died at the Marine Hospital in New Orleans, Louisiana, after being rushed there in a coma.  She had given birth to her third son two weeks before.  It was in May 1952 (pages 56-60, paperback version, “BEYOND THE LIGHT”):”From my position near the ceiling, I watched as they began to wrap both my legs from tips of the toes up to my hips, then my arms and hands up to the shoulders.  This was to keep what blood remained for my heart and lungs.  Then they tilted my body so my legs were up in the air and I was standing on my head!”I was furious about the way they had handled Jeff’s birth and now they were running around like chickens with their heads cut off squawking loudly; and here I was looking at that silent, bandaged body lying on a tilt table, head to the floor, legs and feet in the air.  I was venting my anger and frustration from the corner of the ceiling on the right side of my body.  I can remember the anger vividly, fury at the powerless position this whole event put me in, and I was very ‘verbal’ about it – silently – up there, as my mind raced to express its reaction, worry, and concern.  Their statements ‘We’re losing her!  We’re losing her!’  frightened me and I’d get pissed all over again.”The scene changed and I was no longer in that room.  I found myself in a place of such beauty and peace.  It was timeless and spaceless.  I was aware of delicate and shifting hues of colors with their accompanying rainbows of ‘sound,’ though there was no noise in this sound.  It might have felt like wind and bells, were it earthly.  I ‘hung’ there – floating.  Then I became aware of other loving, caring beings hovering near me.  Their presence was so welcoming and nurturing.  They appeared ‘formless’ in the way I was accustomed by now to seeing things.  I don’t know how to describe them.  I was aware of some bearded male figures in white robes in a semicircle around me.  The atmosphere became blended as though made of translucent clouds.  I watched as these clouds and their delicate shifting colors moved through and around us.

    “A dialogue softly started with answers to my unfinished questions almost before I could form them.  They said they were my guides and helpers as well as being God’s Messengers.  Even though they were assigned to me as a human and always available to me – they had other purposes, too.  They were in charge of other realms in creation and had the capacity of being in several places simultaneously.  They were also ‘in charge’ of several different levels of knowledge.  I became aware of an ecstasy and a joy that permeated the whole, unfolding beyond anything that I had experienced in my living twenty-five years, up to that point.  Even having my two previous children, whom I wanted very much, couldn’t touch the ‘glow’ of this special experience.

    “Then I was aware of an Immense Presence coming toward me, bathed in white, shimmering light that glowed and at times sparkled like diamonds.  Everything else seen, the colors, beings, faded into the distance as the Light Being permeated everything.  I was being addressed by an overwhelming presence.  Even though I felt unworthy, I was being lifted into that which I could embrace.  The Joy and Ecstasy were intoxicating.  It was ‘explained’ that I could remain there if I wanted; it was a choice I could make.

    “There was much teaching going on, and I was just ‘there’ silently, quietly.  I felt myself expanding and becoming part of All That Was in Total Freedom Unconditionally.  I became aware again that I needed to make a choice.  Part of me wanted to remain forever, but I finally realized I didn’t want to leave a new baby motherless.  I left with sadness and reluctance.

    “Almost instantly I felt reentry into my body through the silver cord at the top of my head.  There was something skin to a physical bump.  As soon as I entered, I heard someone near me say, ‘Oh, we’ve got her back.’  I was told I had two pieces of placenta as large as grapefruits removed.”

    Morrison-Mays told no one except her husband about the monumental experience she had just had.  She managed to squelch any noticeable aftereffects until 1967, when developing psychic sensitivities warned her of a need to make a major change in her life or die.

    “My inner voice burst into activity, somehow picking up the loose threads of my near-death experience.  The growth effect was propelling me to move on and develop my own responsibility and talents.  I finally listened.  My spiritual life was beginning.  I divorced and started a career as a musician (cellist) in a major symphony orchestra.”

    Twelve years later, because of serious difficulty walking and severe hip pain, she had a right hip osteotomy to reduce arthritic damage (the joint in her hip was placed in a different weight-bearing position).  The operation went well, but upon reviving, Morrison-Mays entered an altered state of consciousness similar to a near-death episode that she continued to slip in and out of for six months.  Throughout this lengthy visionary experience, she received lessons from The Other Side.  These “etheric” teachings covered such topics as the geography of the soul, karma, advanced physics, and the cosmology of the Human Experiment.  Again her life was profoundly affected.  She began volunteering in a hospice afterward and enrolled in a three-year spiritual psychology course.

    A second near-death event seven years later plunked her right back in that same etheric classroom she had “attended” after hip surgery.  This occasion was precipitated by the sudden onslaught of a severe type of emphysema and the collapse of her adrenal system (Addison’s disease).  Severe shakes from what she feels was a Kundalini episode complicated the situation.  (Traditionally, Kundalini is said to be a powerful energy that lies dormant in a person’s sacrum until he or she begins to develop spiritually.  Then it supposedly rises up the spine, stimulating the glandular centers until it bursts out a person’s head.)  Morrison-Mays turned to a chiropractic physician when medical treatment failed her and, once more, completely changed her life.  She left the world she had created for herself after her divorce and moved bag and baggage to Quincy, Illinois, the city of her birth.

    Virtually wheelchair bound, and robbed by illness of much of her energy, Morrison-Mays has instituted a series of classical music concerts for the public that are staged in her own living room.  Newspaper headlines label her concerts, “Healing Music.”  You would never know by the glow on her face and her ever-present smile that she lives in almost constant pain.

    “I chose a ‘big one’ this lifetime.  The spiritual guidance I receive makes living this life possible.  I have walked through the Dark Side and have no fear of my Shadow anymore.  I am here to heal my life and do serious writing, though I’m not certain if I am ready to write about the teachings I have been given.  What I want is to do a book about the memories I have of choosing my parents before I was born, my experience in the womb, and my rebirthing through the near-death phenomenon.”

    A role model for the handicapped, Morrison-Mays has become a living legend.  She offered this about the severity of her situation: “There’s still a quality of life available.  You just have to be open enough to explore it.  You can empower yourself.”

  14. “It happened one bright sunshiny day in the summer of 1973,” explained Steven B. Ridenhour of Charlottesville, Virginia.  He and his friend Debbie had decided to run the rapids at the bullhole, part of the river that runs behind an old cotton mill in Cooleemee, North Carolina.  Both had been smoking pot and were easily bored.  Their decision to run the knee-high rapids meant that they had to start at the beginning of the rock incline, run down about twenty feet, and start skiing bare-footed until they reached the moss beds.  The sport could have been great fun, but not on this trip (pages 60-63, paperback version, “BEYOND THE LIGHT”):”We smoked another joint and then headed toward the rapids.  Debbie begins laughing, and the next thing I know we’re overtaken by laughter.  The giggling stops as we’re swept off our feet and dragged downriver.  Debbie cries out, ‘Steven I can’t swim.  I’m drowning.’  I feel powerless because I can’t get to her and I’m yelling, ‘Hang on, don’t panic,’ when I take a tremendous mouthful of water.  Without any warning, time, as I know it, stops.”The water has a golden glow and I find myself just floating as without gravity, feeling very warm and comfortable.  I’m floating in a vertical position with my arms outstretched and my head laying on my left shoulder.  I feel totally at peace and full of serenity in this timeless space.  Next I go through a past-life review.  It was like looking at a very fast slide show of my past life, and I do mean fast, like seconds.  I don’t quite understand the significance of all the events that were shown to me, but I’m sure there is some importance.  When this ended, it was as if I was floating very high up and looking down at a funeral.  Suddenly I realized that I was looking at myself in a casket.  I saw myself dressed in a black tux with a white shirt and a red rose on my left lapel.  Standing around me were my immediate family and significant friends.”Then, as if some powerful force wrapped around me, I was thrust out of the water, gasping for air.  There was Debbie within arm’s reach.  I grabbed her by the back of her hair and I was able to get us both over to the rocks and out of the water.  After lying on the rocks for a while, I glance over at Debbie and it’s like looking at a ghost.  As she describes what she went through, it became apparent that we both had the same experience underwater – the golden glow, the serenity, seeing our lives flash before us, floating over a funeral, and seeing ourselves in a casket.  That is the only time we ever talked about it.  I haven’t seen or talked with Debbie since.”

    For the next eleven years, Ridenhour tried practically every drug in the universe in an attempt to recapture the euphoria of his near-death experience, but to no avail.  All he found was loneliness, prisons, and a failed marriage.  He entered a treatment center for drug and alcohol abuse in December 1984, and has been in various stages of recovery ever since.  Finally, he was able to find a counselor who knew something about the phenomenon he had experienced and she put him in touch with a near-death researcher.  He told his story, then quickly disappeared – unable to face the truth of what he had been through.  It wasn’t until 1993, after suppressing the aftereffects of his experience for a total of twenty years, that Ridenhour found himself flat on his back because of a work-related injury and with no choice but to surrender.  “My life started changing right then and I can’t stop it, so I’m opening up my heart and my soul to see where this takes me.”

    Ridenhour is now in nurse’s training, determined to repay society for his previous mistakes and to help heal people.  His youth was wrapped around horrific incidents of child abuse and abandonment.  He grew up thinking he was unlovable and bad.  His near-death experience so challenged this distorted self-image that, although he wanted the euphoria back, he could not accept the rest of it.  Confused and frightened by the incident, he flung himself into a seemingly endless nightmare of self-destruction.

    “None of the drugs worked,” he confessed.  “They couldn’t even come close to matching my near-death experience.”  Later he was stunned to learn that many of the problems he had afterward are in fact typical aftereffects of the phenomenon.

    “I thought it was all me.  I never made the connection between my experience and why I felt so lost.  It took getting injured at work before I stopped trying to run away and just relaxed and let all that love and joy back, and the golden glow.  I had no choice, really.  I had to accept the truth that there is a power in me, and I can use it to help others.”

    Drug and alcohol free, Ridenhour has helped to organize an IANDS chapter in the Washington, D.C., area, one of many dedicated to providing informational meetings for near-death survivors and the interested public.

  15. There are near-death scenarios that are so otherworldly, so unusual in the way individuals are affected by them, they belong in a class by themselves.  These I call transcendent experiences, and they are often lengthy and involve complex issues and incredible revelations about life, history, and creation’s story.  Seldom personal, these episodes stretch an experiencer’s mind – sometimes beyond belief.  Invariably, the people who have them are inspired to take action, to make a difference in the world.  Although hearing claims by near-death survivors that they were privy to all knowledge during their experience is quite common, coming back with that knowledge intact rarely occurs.History gives us two examples that contrast how a society can be affected by an individual who has had a transcendent experience (pages 71-72, paperback version, “BEYOND THE LIGHT”).Around 300 B.C.  the Greek philosopher Plato wrote of Er, the soldier, whose dead body lay in waste beside his fallen comrades for ten days.  When at last help came, many were puzzled, for the body of Er had not decayed as had the others.  Confused, Er’s relatives took him home for burial, but upon the funeral pyre he revived, stood up, and recounted what he had learned while on The Other Side for all to hear.  He then set about educating people concerning the spiritual truths that had been revealed to him, teaching them how they could live more fulfilling and satisfying lives.  (History leaves in doubt whether the story of Er was created by Plato, or a true report.)By 1837, Hung Hsiu-ch’uan, a peasant farmer’s son, had failed for the third time to pass the official state examination in Canton, China.  He fell into a prolonged delirium, his body wasting away as he lay near death for forty days.  He revived after having a miraculous vision that portrayed him and an “elder brother” searching out and slaying legions of evil demons in accordance with God’s will.  Six years later Hsiu-ch’uan came across a Christian missionary pamphlet.  He used what he read in the pamphlet to “substantiate” his conviction that his vision was real, and that he, as the younger brother of Jesus Christ and God’s Divine Representative, was ready and willing to overthrow the forces of evil (which he saw as the Manchus and Confucianism).  With the help of converts to his cause he established the God Worshippers Society, a puritanical and absolutist group that quickly swelled to the ranks of a revolutionary army.  Numerous power struggles later, Hsiu-ch’uan declared war against the Manchus and launched a civil uprising – the bloodiest in all history – which lasted fourteen years and cost twenty million lives.

    Both men, Er and Hsiu-ch’uan (who changed his name to T’ien Wang, the Heavenly King), were transfigured and transformed by their unusual near-death experiences and became zealous in their desire to “wake up” the deluded of their day.  Each man felt the REAL TRUTH had been revealed to him and to him alone, and thus it was his sacred duty to “save” the populace.  With Er, many were educated about the secrets of heaven, some becoming as transformed as he from “the good news.”  With Hsiu-ch’uan, wholesale carnage forged a “Heavenly Dynasty” that ripped asunder the very fabric of China.

    Transcendent cases are powerful in both content and consequences, yet they are “risky business” in the way they can affect experiencers’ lives .  .  .  and the lives of countless others.  This enigma repeats itself each time an individual is so transfigured and transformed.  Modern-day cases are no exception.

  16. In 1979, Berkley Carter Mills made history in the Commonwealth of Virginia and the city of Lynchburg by becoming the youngest father ever to win custody of a small child in divorce proceedings.  Six months later a massive load of compressed cardboard he was loading slipped out of control, slamming him against a steel pole.  He remembers a sharp pain, collapsing, being in a black void, then finding himself floating in a prone position twelve feet above his crumpled body.  He saw and heard people running around, yelling for an ambulance and saying, “Don’t touch him, give him air.”  His body went from white to blue; there was no breath.  The sight filled him with awe.  “I’m here, my body is there.  How did this happen?”  (Refer to pages 72-75, paperback version, “BEYOND THE LIGHT.”)Not understanding how he could suddenly be airborne, Carter Mills attempted to reenter his body.  Crawling downward in swimlike strokes he had almost reached his goal when a gentle but firm hand tugged his right arm.  When he looked up, there were two angels replete with robes, wings, bare feet, and streaming hair – no color but opaque white – and no particular gender.  “What’s going on?” he asked.  “We’ve come to take you to God,” they answered.  After some confusion on Carter Mills’s part the trio left the scene at tremendous speed, leaving the earth behind as if it were a star the size of a pinhead.  Their destination was an intensely bright light.  Carter Mills questioned, “How come I’m not cold and how come I’m not suffocating this far out in space?”  An angel replied, “This is your spiritual body, and these things do not affect it.”  They took him to a suspended platform, and in the center was a being so powerful Carter Mills thought it was God.  The angels bowed and took their places with two others, each with wings outstretched and hands folded in prayer, at the platform’s four corners.  Male in mannerisms and voice, the clean-shaven being turned out to be Jesus.Carter Mills could not look Jesus in the face as he perceived himself as naked and unfit for such an audience.  After some coaxing from Jesus, he felt more at ease.  “I’m going to judge you,” Jesus said.  Instantly Carter Mills’s whole life began to play out, starting at birth.  He relived being a tiny spark of light traveling to earth as soon as egg and sperm met and entering his mother’s womb.  In mere seconds he had to choose hair color and eyes out of the genetic material available to him and any genes that might give him the body he would need.  He bypassed the gene for clubfootedness, then watched from a soul’s perspective as cells subdivided.  He could hear his parents whenever they spoke and feel their emotions, but any knowledge of his past lives dissolved.  Birth was a shock: awful lights, giant people, eyes peering over face masks.  His only comfort was his mother.He relived each incident in his life, including killing a mother bird when he was eight.  He was so proud of that single shot until he felt the pain the bird’s three babies went through when they starved to death without her.  “It’s not true that only humans have souls,” Carter Mills cautions today.  “Insects, animals, plants have souls, too.  Yes, I still eat meat, for in this plane species eat each other to survive, but I bless my food and say thanks for the gift life gives.  If I don’t the food sours in my stomach.”

    He was shown that hell is a black blankness without God.  Upset, he yelled back, “How can you sit up here on this throne and allow such misery to happen on Earth?”  Gently he was told, “It’s your own fault.  I gave you the tools to live by.  I gave you free will and free choice.  And I allow you to be part of my creation.  It is your free will and your free choice that is responsible for starvation, war, and hate.”  Carter Mills felt pangs of guilt when he realized we coexist with God, no one is God’s servant or slave.

    Jesus, the angels and platform, disintegrated into a giant sphere of light once Carter Mills no longer needed their shape or form to put him at ease.  As the sphere grew it absorbed him, infused him with the ecstasy of unconditional love.  “Sexual orgasms can’t compare.  You are so high.  Magnify that to infinity!”  He zoomed back to his mangled remains as a ball of all knowing light and crashed into his solar plexus with such force it jolted his body to action.  He had been told before leaving The Other Side, “No hospital, no blood, no operation, God will show you how to heal yourself.”  Thus, when Carter Mills stood, he promptly walked to his car and drove home, on the way passing the ambulance that had been sent to rescue him.  Those present verified that he had been dead for twenty minutes.  The next morning Carter Mills awoke in a pool of blood.

    The doctor he went to for aid committed him to a psychiatric ward as insane when he refused surgery.  Since three independent psychiatrists had to confirm the verdict, and one objected, Carter Mills was released.  Although his injuries were extensive and severe, he recovered by himself and returned to work.  His former wife took advantage of his plight and challenged the custody ruling three times.  She lost each try.

    “The authorities tried to take my son away.  I lost half my friends, my job, almost everything else I had, but I didn’t lose God’s guidance.  I wouldn’t talk about my experience for two years.  I went from an active social life to that of a cripple before I could change things.  I wanted to get a degree in psychology, but had to quit several years later when my money ran out.”

    Carter Mills’s appearance on the Geraldo Show in 1989 was preceded by an old buddy breaking off their friendship just because he had agreed to discuss his near-death experience on national television.  Carter Mills was heartbroken, yet appear he did, there and hundreds of other places, sharing the voluminous knowledge he was given while on The Other Side.  For this he has been both hated and thanked, shunned and welcomed.  His mind is often flooded with incredibly accurate prophesies that leave him frustrated for want of knowing what to do about them.  Sometimes he feels as if he’s losing personal control.  Light bulbs even blow up in his presence if he flips on/off switches too fast.  Nonetheless, he is now healthier than ever, youthful and energetic, and he brags about how his son has turned out in spite of all the problems.  “My sacrifices were worth it, for my son knows that God is real.  He is drug free and tuned to his own soul.”

  17. Keep in mind what happened to Berkley Carter Mills as you consider the case of Mellen-Thomas Benedict.  For many years an accomplished lighting/cameraman for feature films on location outside of Hollywood, Benedict had racked up a lifetime of major events before he was thirty (pages 75-79, paperback version, “BEYOND THE LIGHT”).
    What may have been a near-death experience occurred several weeks after Benedict’s birth when it was discovered that his bowels were ruptured.  His body was tossed to one side as a corpse, yet much to everyone’s surprise he later revived.  As soon as he was big enough to grab hold of crayons, he started what became a compulsive urge to create symbolic renditions of the black/white yin/yang circles of Eastern religious thought.  He has no memory of why he drew those particular symbols.He spent his grade school years in a Catholic boarding school in Vermont, and was baptized in the Salvation Army religion as a youngster.  He traveled extensively because of a military stepfather until the family finally settled down in Fayetteville, North Carolina.In 1982 Benedict was diagnosed as having inoperable cancer.  He had retired from the frenzy of filmdom by then and was operating his own stained-glass studio.  As his condition worsened, he spent more and more time with his art.  One morning he awakened knowing he would die the next day, and he did.  As the typical heaven-like scenario began to unfold, Benedict recognized what was happening as it was happening.  The process was familiar to him because he had read many books about the near-death phenomenon previously.  Just as he reached the light at the end of the tunnel, he shouted, “Stop a minute.  This is my death and I want to think about this!”  By consciously intervening, Benedict willfully changed his near-death scenario into an exploration of realms beyond imagining, and a complete overview of history from the Big Bang to four hundred years into the future.

    Instantly he was pulled by light away from the tunnel, far away from earth, past stars and galaxies, past imagery and physical realities, to a multiangled overview of all worlds and all creation, and past even that to the edge of existence where vibrations cease.  He saw all wars from their beginnings, race as personality clusters, species operating like cells in a greater whole.  By merging into the matrix of his soul, he confronted the “NO THING” from which all things emerge.  Benedict saw planetary energy systems in detail and how human thoughts influence these systems in a simultaneous interplay between past, present, and future.  He learned that the earth is a great cosmic being.

    Benedict was aware of “walking” back into his body after deciding to return from his journey; as near as anyone can determine his experience took about ninety minutes.  His doctor’s assessment, though, was the most shocking – the cancer he had once had completely vanished.

    “Because this happened to me my fear is gone, and my perspective has changed.  You know, we are a very young species.  The violence that formed the earth is in us, too.  As the earth is mellowing, so are we as a people.  Once pollution slows, we will reach a period of sustained consciousness.  We have evolved as life forms from single-celled organisms to complex structures, and finally to a global brain.  Employment levels will never again be as they once were, which will force a redefinition of human rights.  We will adopt a more nurturing type of consciousness, freeing the mind for exceptional achievement.  I now know that all the answers to the world’s problems are just beneath the surface in US ALL.  Nothing is unsolvable.”

    Since his experience, Mellen-Thomas Benedict has been flooded with ideas for inventions and the marketing plans necessary to promote them.  He has been granted a number of U.S.  patents and is actively engaged in developing new types of toys for all age groups, a new type of cellular telephone wristwatch, a new electric power-generating system, a new prototype for self-supporting communities where families can come back together with more control over their lives, and DNA research on the frontiers of science.  His first manufacturing project (that of a unique yet simple glass cutter), sold out faster than he could produce the product.  “I believe my inventions are channeled psychically because they are beyond my field of expertise,” he explained.  At my insistence, Benedict participated in an experiment at Baylor University in Texas to identify the cellular makeup of a certain disease pattern, and was able to describe three cellprints a full year before they were verified medically.  In 1993, he went on to arrange laboratory experimentation with DNA coding and nerve-cell re-generation that has produced results of far-reaching magnitude.

After his near-death experience Berkley Carter Mills felt “directed” to contact and work with political leaders and the political process.  Successful at first, he later turned off more people than he turned on, sidestepping his potential to champion a campaign or run for office by giving talks instead of accomplishing tasks.  Although he has remained true to his inner guidance, he has been dogged by job losses, misunderstandings, arguments, and, at times, almost irrational paradoxes.  The harder he tries to help people the more doors slam in his face.  Although he has raised a wonderful son, he has yet to solve the enigma of how to fulfill the guidance he receives.

Mellen-Thomas Benedict was equally affected after his near-death episode, gifted with the same flow of information from The Other Side as Carter Mills and driven by the same need to reach out and assist others.  Benedict learned early on, however, that “obeying” inner guidance can be fraught with peril if one is not grounded.  This awareness led him to participate in many different classroom and study opportunities where he could learn to tame his own ego before he tackled “the gifts of spirit.”  His guidance to become an inventor has kept him solidly in the path of practical application, with results that speak louder than preachments or prophesies.

Not that the cases of Benedict and Carter Mills are the same as those of Er and Hsiu-ch’uan; of course they are not.  But they do offer a contemporary rendition of the same subtle yet important message the earlier accounts illustrate (a message present in every transcendent or impactual near-death experience I have encountered), and that is: setting one’s self apart, feeling somehow “chosen,” tempts one to pursue power OVER others rather than fostering power TO others.  The difference here is ego, and how it can waylay even the most sincere.  “Heavenly” guidance leads to self-deception if one’s ego is not redirected from self-satisfaction to service, from self-righteousness to renewal.

The issue of ego domination or ego desire directly impinges upon how a near-death survivor interprets his or her experience, integrates it, and comes to regard that sense of “mission” each is left with.  I cannot begin to emphasize strongly enough how powerfully the ego can misdirect even the best of intentions.

For more cases plus near-death aftereffects, refer to Beyond the Light.

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