Nothing remains the same after an individual has a Near Death
Experience...nothing. The NDE forces one to remain open
to the world of possibilities because who could have possibly
imagined the death trip to begin with? From my point of view,
had it not been for the magnitude of my initial NDE in 1972,
the three that followed would have been less cohesive. As
such, I’ve come to believe multiple NDE’s build
upon one another in a series and I’ve written to the
after effects of the first three here on this website.
Prior to my initial NDE, I was geared toward going to Law
School and becoming a criminal defense attorney. The injustices
of the Viet Nam War, coupled with the political activism of
the 60’s, propelled me into making this career choice
and, were it not for the Near Death Experience, things just
mighta turned out alot differently then they have. However,
once ya die, go thru a life review, agonize the Void and,
finally, enter the LIGHT....things have a way of changing
one’s trajectory...forever. At least, that’s how
it worked out for me; thus, my fourth NDE (having occurred
nearly a quarter century after the first) built upon the many
crossroad decisions following in the wake of the original
experience in ‘72.
Thirty-two
years ago, there was no acceptance, much less support, for
those of us who died and came back to report their afterlife
insights. Journalistic ground breakers, like Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
and Raymond Moody, were nowhere to be found in the bible belt
of the American Midwest and I refused to take, “You
only imagined it” or “Your, obviously, having
a mental meltdown,” for an answer. I knew what had happened,
was willing to dig through the dogma and Intended to unravel
the historical roots of the Near Death Experience as it appeared
in all religions...present and past. These choices have lead
me down indigenous paths that, otherwise, would have been
missed. At times, my methodology has incorporated a fly by
the seat of your pants attitude translating into, “Jumpin’
off the mesa...messy or not.” With that in mind, it’s
not surprising by the time my fourth NDE occurred, I’d
just returned from an expedition to the Mayan Pyramids of
Palanque in the Yucatan, visited the birthplace of the White
Buffalo in Janesville Wisconsin and been attempting to holographically
communicate with Whale & Dolphin Pods at the Shedd Aquarium
in Chicago, Illinois. Philosophically speaking, it hasn’t
been boring.
My
physical health began to deteriorate in mid-March of 1995.
Acute mercury poisoning set in and my condition was of enough
concern I’d audio taped My Last Will and Testament wherein
I’d verbally outlined the best I knew from my previous
three NDE’s. By late May, I was ripe for the reaper.
Refusing to consider going to the hospital, I thought to weather
the storms of my immunological system shutting down at home...in
my own bed. And, although my body temperature ranged above
105 degrees for an entire week, I figured to see it thru.
Things didn’t go exactly as planned and on May 28, 1995,
I died...again.
The
debilitating fever and upper respiratory pneumonia had, by
the time my 4th death rolled around, been enough to lay waste
to whatever struggle to survive I’d managed to muster.
I was too weak to fight and too weary to give a damn. So,
when it came time for me to die, I simply gave it up and slipped
out of my body with little fanfare. Unlike my prior NDE’s,
there was no railing or attempt to continue living in a body,
because mine was shot and I was over it. I greeted my deathing
with an exhausted sigh, and, to my surprise, as I drifted
out and away, was met by two Angels.
I’ve
recounted the experience of meeting Light Beings during the
coursing of my 3rd NDE (1987) on my website. In all honesty,
until the events of 1995, I was under the impression these
Light Beings were what others had interpreted as Angels. However,
I learned during my 4th NDE there is a difference between
the two, and, although these entities Source their Intentions
in the LIGHT of LOVE, their missions are as unique as the
respective planes in which they reside. I learned there is,
indeed, a vast Spiritual Hierarchy which exists and Angels
abide several rings closer to the Center of ALL THAT IS.
Nonetheless,
my escorts positioned Themselves on either side and silently
carried me along on an ever brightening stream of Light. As
we progressed, I could feel the weight of the world and it’s
density rapidly diminish. Darkness began falling away, my
energy level began ramping up, and, gradually, we entered
a realm which seemed to reside in the deep reaches of an illuminated
space. I could simultaneously see in all directions at once
and, in the distance, saw our destination was a Citadel of
Light. The structure had form. It was architecturally shaped,
somewhat, like a cone and we entered by flowing thru an opening
at it’s top. Once inside, the Angels departed and I
found myself gently floating to the floor of this cocoon like
building. I was awe struck to see the interior of this chamber
was illuminated by a diffused light emanating from the walls
themselves, which were sculpted in the form of alabaster Angel
Wings. The detail was exquisite, the sight astoundingly beautiful,
and, moreover, alive.
As
I floated to the floor, I was allowed a schematic overview
of the layout. From my vantage point, it appeared there was
a single, ground level doorway opening to the outside of the
circular base. A group of pews lined the entranceway and were
separated by a wooden banister from a slightly raised platform
which seemed to be the focal point. Surrounding the podium
were book shelves made of a Living Wood, that, literally,
glowed from within. TImeless Texts lined the walls and, as
if occupying a place of honor, a separate series of books
were arranged in an ornate case next to where the podium resided.
Flowing
forward, I felt compelled to examine one of the Volumes and
discovered it’s cover was made of an ancient wood plate
and bound together with golden clasps. Opening the Text, I
was immediately immersed in words, ideas, and visual images
that fairly leapt off the page. The Book, of itself, was actually
speaking directly into my consciousness and, effortlessly,
imparting historical records in a pictographic manner. I saw
the creation of galaxies and stars, solar systems and civilizations
that were as multidimensionally separate as they were communally
interdependent...wheels within wheels and circles within cycles,
stretching back to the beginning... and beyond. For the few
moments I held the Talking Book, it seemed like I learned
lifetimes of intergalactic history...epoch upon epoch, timelessly
carved from a distant past, ancient with age and full of the
future.
There
were several dozen of these Talking Books and I was to hold
only One of Them before returning It to it’s place.
To this day, I have no recollection of all that was imparted
me. The amount of information was staggering, far too much
to fully integrate and bring back to my earth bound consciousness.
Strangely, though, it was satisfying just the same.
Turning
from the Scriptures, I awared the presence of five beings
who silently busied Themselves within the Sacred Chamber.
Attired in hooded robes, reminiscent of those worn by trappist
monks, my attention was drawn to the One who stood behind
the podium. In answer to the mild surprise I felt upon discovering
I was not alone, He began utilizing telepathy byway of an
introduction. He indicated that within the Spiritual Hierarchy,
the Beings who presided over this Library of Light were known
as The Council of Five. I was informed an unprecedented Call
had been sent to all sectors of Life. I was told the Spiritual
Leaders of the multi universes were to convene from everywhere
and everywhen within the Library of Light. I was instructed
what has been was to be no more, because that which is known
as “darkness” was to cease and LIGHT would prevail
in ALL the Worlds of Creation.
Looking
toward the limited number of pews, I felt there needed to
be a lot more seating capacity if They intended to pull this
caper off. In response, The Council Member began telempathically
communicating the name of just One of those who would attend.
Immediately a portal opened (sorta, like a holograph that
was so intense it felt as if I was in both places at the same
time) and I became immersed in the image of immense galaxies
spiraling in space and, comprising millions upon millions
of stars and solar systems, teamed with Life and Light. The
name of the Spiritual Leader of this universe was inexplicably
long and as each word was pronounced I’d see an associated
pictographic accomplishment....and the accomplishments embodied
a character who’s caliber was Creator Level. As His
name continued to unfold, I witnessed the depth of His achievements
and realized the unimaginable scope of His evolvement. Further,
I came to learn there were Others like Him who were Sovereign
in Their Own limitless galaxies and They were the ONES who
would be gathering in the Library. They are the Heavenly Hosts
of the Legions of Light.
Imagine,
literally, an InterStellar Steering Committee and, then, think
along the lines of LIFE Directing ITSELF thru Circles of These
Ascended/Extended Beings who ring around the Center of the
CENTER ITSELF. Words fail me, for in my attempt to identify
Them, I confine Them...and They are the unshackled, removed
from my ability to linguistically conceptualize. Further,
The Call that gathers these Beings was the result of a Divine
Demandment declaring an end to what has been termed, in some
circles, as The Luciferian Rebellion. As such, these Hosts
of Heaven were to attend the Library’s Council Chamber’s
to participate in some form of Direct Intervention that would
bring the Age of Darkness to a close.
Cognizant
any One of these Majestic Beings would be more than enough
to deal with whatever needed to be handled in the worlds I’d
come from, the idea the entirety of Creation was focusing
all of them in the direction of this Here Now, was nearly
overwhelming. Strangely, it's unprecedented in a precedented
kinda way, because it’s the flip side of “the
fall from grace” which was originally allowed by SOURCE
for the benefit of our learning experience. However, as a
historical marker, I don’t believe it can be explained
by Archeo-Philosophic Calendars, pyramids, yugas or 2nd Coming
kinda calculations because it supersedes (yet, includes) all
of them.
The
Call, resulting from this Divine Demandment, is sweeping thru
all the dimensionals, in All the MultiUniverses, even as I
speak. Hence, from what I’ve gathered from this
NDE, the machinations of Life, before and after the death
of the physical body, will come under a Cosmic Criteria whose
repercussions will not be based on any prior existing text
seeking to explain this or the otherworlds. Instead,
a entirely new celestial paradigm is begun and the birthing
pains are becoming more evident everyday. With that said,
the best I can do is go into the silence of INTENDING INTENT
and LOVING the LOVE that would INTEND IT SO.
Having
reached the point of saturation, my download complete, the
SpokesBeing of the Council of Five determined our audience
was over. Immediately, I found myself whisked away by the
very same Angels that had brought me. I have no clear recollection
of how this portion of the journey occurred. It seemed I was
standing in front of the robed figure in the Light Library
one moment, and was sailing thru an infinite space the next.
The
return journey was smooth; I felt secure in the presence of
my Angelic Guides and at ease with the newfound knowledge
afforded me. Gradually, I felt a slowing as I began picking
up the dimensional drag associated with the coarser vibrations
of the MEST continuum in which our bodies reside. Reincorporation
into our 3D realm was nearly at hand and a vestige of doubt
fell upon me. I fretted, “Will it be enough to turn
the tide? Will They be in time? What if They get here too
late and it all goes to hell in a hand basket?” In response,
one of my Angelic Escorts telepathed the only reason I’d
begun wondering about this sorta thing was because I was reentering
the worlds where doubt lives. He continued, “Where We
come from doubt is recognized as a lower state of consciousness
and doesn’t even exist. Where We come from there is
only Knowing.”
And,
then, I Knew. I knew I’d returned to the worlds of duality
where shadows dance and doubt is a symptom of our limited
awareness which pays homage to a lesser god. I also Knew it
didn’t matter whether I doubted what I learned or not,
because the Majestic Beings Who INTEND Intervention in this
continuum are evolved beyond question ...and command from
the core of So Be IT.
Since
then, I’ve often waited impatiently and felt a certain
sense of frustration because I wasn’t given a specific
time line. Understandably, Light Speed and interdimensional
travel was involved and conjectured measurements don’t
offer much insight. Thus, I’m not about to proclaim
this or that will happen on such and such a date, because
I wasn’t given that information and haphazard speculations
would be inappropriately disrespectful. In addition, I wasn’t
made privy to the manner in which this unprecedented Intervention
takes place. All I know is that it does.
Admittedly,
there’s a sense of impotency concerning my ability to
convey the depths of what I’ve been shown. Having witnessed
the inhumanity of man, I don’t cater much to the idea
that life is just a bowl of cherries and we all ought wander
around wearing rose tinted glasses. There’s far
too much cruelty, in one form or another, for this approach
to be practical and it’d be idiocy to ignore the self-serving
appetites of those who feed off the pain of others. In the
face of this, however, what I can do is love the love I feel
inside...that loves the Love...that just LOVES LOVE. It’s
not necessary to attend a church in order to institute this
awareness. In fact, church is wherever and whenever
IAM getting my priorities aligned with the INTENT of LOVING
LOVE...for its own sake. Of everything I’ve been shown
during the coursing of my NDE’s, this is the message
I would share. And, even though things may sometimes appear
darkest before the dawn, it all works out in the was and everything’s
gonna be OK.
