I’ve wondered how best to describe the exquisite
grandeur which accompanies entering the LIGHT.
Many have tried, with varying degrees of success, utilizing
art and poetry, parable and prose. How does one truly convey
the wonders awaiting outside the body’s sarcophagus when
the tools best articulating this unimaginable splendor don’t
even exist? The answer
is, you can’t. In
truth, we’re limited by what serves as communication in
this three-dimensional realm and nothing...nothing even comes
close.
The NDE is a stepping-stone.
Life, although forever changed, goes on for those of us
who have returned. Our rendition of what to do with what
we’ve learned varies from experiencer to experiencer. We are as individual as the road that
lead us to the Communal Light.
I’ve chosen to chronicle personal exploits (the good,
bad & ugly) that have landed me smack in the middle of forces
so far out of the ordinary the best I can do is hold to my Intent
and tell it the way it’s happened.
It’s not squeaky clean, nor is it meant to be.
Immediately upon reentering my body during the initial
1972 NDE, an event was to occur which, in tandem with the voyage
out, has altered my life immeasurably. I’ve suspicions a rearrangement
of synapsal hardwiring resulted from this episode and believe,
to one degree or another, it’s integral to all who’ve
reincorporated from the death trip.
Paraphrasing the Yaquai Nagual Don Juan, we’ve had
our assemblage points permanently shifted and a repositioning
of the corporal seat of consciousness instilled. A more detailed account will be posted
in the future, for now here’s the nuts and bolts.
After merging the Source, I came back into this solar system
enveloped in a beam of Light.
The dimensional drag associated with the coarser vibrations
of this time/space continuum/hologram slowed me enough to reenter
my physical form, while, at the same time, the luminescent cocoon
surrounding my core essence allowed a temporary freedom from the
limitations imposed by assuming a personality. I awared this protective sheath of clarity was only a temporary
measure because ego identification is a requirement for social
interaction while living in this particular world. Fortunately, moments after my reentry and prior to becoming
fully personalified, I was able to pick up a book entitled The
Sacred Symbols of MU by James Churchward. Flipping thru the pages of this text,
I came upon a Yantra (a visual symbol) which, when viewed, initiated
a new set of neural synapsal arcings.
While focusing on the image of this glyph, I experienced
what felt to be an energetic recollection (perhaps, bio-elctro-magnetic
in nature) and began to initiate another NDE or, at the least,
a full-fledged out of the body projection. A coalescence of this Life Force seemed
to inexorably draw Itself from every part of my three dimensional
beingness and collectively focus the combined energetics between
the eyes, in the middle of my forehead.
At the moment this process was completed, I felt the information
gleaned during my journey into and thru the LIGHT was sufficiently
ingrained to allow me detailed recall when necessary and, thus,
it was safe to allow my temporal personality in. So I did. I allowed the limiting personality self comprising my likes
and dislikes to recollect the day to day quirks of living a life
on earth. Yet, I’ve never forgotten the intricacies
of my journey beyond the veil of death while free of these personality
constraints, nor the road map to Source which is securely stationed
within.
Since then, I’ve come to view yantras of this type
as metaphysical prompts which catalyze synapsal rewiring and synchronize
both hemispheres of the biological brain.
I sense a hidden connection with alchemical diagrams and
feel they’ve been utilized thru out the ages as a means
to augment the neurological capabilities of esoteric students
from various philosophic disciplines. The Caduceus is one such example wherein the wings hint toward
the eyebrows, and the staff, one’s spine. Obviously, physical implications of our
DNA’s double helix and the metaphor of the Kundalini Rising
are apparent as well.
I have returned to this literature time and again over the years. In all honesty, the events that transpired
during the coursing of my initial NDE have not occurred again. Perhaps, this is because whatever was
to be imparted already took place and there’s no need for an instant
replay. For all I know, the same
thing might have occurred nomatter what reading material I had chosen on that
night. As mentioned, my journey
into the LIGHT was based on the INTENT of INTENDING INTENT and everything
else is just living a life... lookin’ to find your way Home.
The alterations orchestrated by Churchward’s graphics
which accompanied reincorporation after my initial NDE by no means
encompasses all the yantras available.
A simple Google Search reveals hundreds and, merely because
the one I happened upon worked for me, I’m certainly not
suggesting I think it’s the only option available.
Nonetheless, it was the image I stumbled upon in The
Sacred Symbols of MU which eventually led me, in the dark
of night, to a Hawaiian Oracle at The City of Refuge.
For now, I offer an email communiqué
between Susan and myself, prior to our meeting in the flesh.
I’ve recounted a sequence of events which occurred
while following my epistemological interest into the origins of
this image during a visit to Hawaii’s Big Island in 1985.
Certainly, some of my language might be interpreted as
inappropriately X rated for The Oprah Show, but I feel compelled
to get raw with the ingredients making up my life as a NDEr and
would be remiss if I started to sugar coat my speech for censored
consumption. As mentioned,
I’ve leapt off the mesa...messy, at times, but with an Intent
that’s been true to following the weird...wherever it may
lead.
INTEND INTENT
LOVE LOVE
M
