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(This post is made up of quotes from many near death experiences, an interesting “crash course” on what NDEs are all about. I hope you will enjoy it.)
I heard the words, “Remember, pray without ceasing. Play. Love. Laugh. Live for the joy of it. Have fun. Happiness is holy. The purpose of life is joy. Savor fully the loveliness of each experience. Self-awareness is the prayer of the heart. To pray without ceasing is to play. Play with the joyful abandon of the child, absorbed in the delight of each moment. Let go of obligation and duty. Live for the pure joy of being.”
There is only one truly significant work to do in life, and that is love; to love nature, to love people, to love animals, to love creation itself, just because it is. To serve God’s creation with a warm and loving hand of generosity and compassion – that is the only meaningful existence.
We were conceived in love spiritually, and love is the center of our beings. It is the energy of our souls, the spark of our divine nature. Being made of love, we cleave to it and seek it in all that we do. When we do not have it, or when we have lost it, we grieve. Its presence or absence colors our every action. It is life. It is happiness. It is salvation itself.
There is power in our thoughts. We create our own surroundings by the thoughts we think. Physically, this may take a period of time, but spiritually it is instantaneous. If we understood the power of our thoughts, we would guard them more closely. If we understood the awesome power of our words, we would prefer silence to almost anything negative. In our thoughts and words we create our own weaknesses and our own strengths. Our limitations and joys begin in our own hearts.
There is no difference between scrubbing floors and praying, between balancing your checkbook and praising God. It’s all the same energy from the same Source. The only difference is how we choose to manifest that energy at any given moment in time and space.
Suddenly I was in the presence of a Being of Light. I could not see the face, could communicate, but not in words or pictures even; in some connection of Oneness. I experience that connection in meditation frequently, but I cannot explain it very precisely. It is beyond words and other kinds of experiences. The emotions are always enhanced. I feel joy so deep that my whole self leaps with gratitude; I feel peace; I feel awe and belonging. I did not have a specific life review, but felt everything about me and my life was known, understood and not judged. I was profoundly loved.
Thoughts have come to me in a situational way over the last nine months, that have caused me great surprise. These gems are coming from my lips! I knew them because God taught me them years ago. I just wasn’t listening is all.
Like, we are not placed here to be the paper upon which others poop, we are here for each other, but not to be used by one another. We truly need each other at times, but need the wisdom to know when to leave one alone when they want to be with their other friend, God! We have no right to take away their relationship with their God.
We must recognize that bad things happen to good people, and good things happen to bad people. But we are not the judge, if we want something we must go after it. Give it all we have and let life be a surprise to us instead of us trying to surprise it! When I look back on my childhood, I do so with great pleasure. It was the grandest time of my life! Looking back on it, It was a constant surprise! Every day some great adventure occurred.
Each day regardless of the situation, you learn a lesson, you may not like the lesson, but it is one you need to learn.
I was then out of body, so light, so free, so content to just be. Everyone was so upset, so desperate to help me, I didn’t need help I was fine and so happy, more happier than I ever felt. At peace with the feeling of acceptance and love. It was more overpowering than anything I ever felt. I then realized I knew things, it is all so simple, people made things so difficult, it didn’t have to be. What really caught my interest is knowing why we can’t use all of our potential, wow, what an eye opener, we have knowledge of this side with us all the time in our head but to live here and learn what we must to grow in understanding of emotional pain, physical pain, complete loneliness, complete helplessness, that part of us is asleep for as long as our heart is beating. When our heart stops our complete knowledge returns. Everyone who dies sees and hears what they need for their crossover to be as calmly accepted to them as possible, wait there is more I want to remember, then I am so cold, oh no I am back, I hurt, I want to go back. I was given CPR I had no pulse or heartbeat. This is the hardest school I could ever go to, I am not finished, there is more I have to do, more I have to learn, it will be harder now, knowing where I could be.
The being of light showed me that all that was really important in life was the love we felt, the loving acts we preformed, the loving words we spoke, the loving thoughts we held. All that was made, said, done, or even thought without love was undone. It didn’t matter. It simply did no longer exist. Love was all that was really important, only love was real. Everything we did lovingly was supposed to be. It was okay. It was good.
And the love we’d felt during our lives was all that was left when everything else, everything perishable in life, had vanished.
I hope that y’all enjoy them.
Bless each of you and may your days and nights be filled with peace, joy and contentment.
When I was around 6 years old. I was spending a day at the river with my mother and aunt. I can remember my aunt and mother were tanning at the end of a pier. I came running down to them. I then slipped and fell into the river from the side of the pier.
I can remember panicking at first and then feeling a presence appear in front of me. It told me that everything was going to be fine without saying it. I did notice that the longer I concentrated on the white figure, it began to look more and more like a face. Dark eyes and a glowing face. I felt joy and comfort. I felt very close to this being.
I was then pulled out of the water by my uncle. My mother and aunt could not swim very well and they panicked. My uncle saved my life, but ever since the incident, I have been pretty quiet about it.
I never got a good response from telling the story. Actually I tried to tell my mother and aunt of it as soon as I got out of the water. I remember trying to describe the figure with my hands and fingers. I was trying to show them the shape of the figure.
I now know that dying will not be a lonely experience. I can not explain what I saw, but I do know that the being was communicating with me.
I´m what I would like to call a NDE-survivor, since my NDE, which I had as a five-year-old changed the course of my whole life. This is the story of my experience.
This event occurred in Russia, (where I was born), on a holiday trip to the Black Sea where I was with my mother and grandparents. On this particular day the sea was rough, and my mother was standing in the water, holding me in her arms, since I was only five and couldn´t swim. I remember feeling happy and secure, even though the waves were huge, and feeling exitement as they came crashing over my mother and me, one by one.
Then a particularly big wave came rolling towards us, and as it hit us my mother lost her balance, lost her grip, and I was swept away by the wave. For a second I felt the agony of death, my body instinctively sensing this being a life-threatening situation. I struggled to find something to hold on to, but since there was only water all around, I finally surrendered to what ever was about to happen to me, and let go.
Next thing I remember is feeling totally and utterly at peace, and feeling enveloped and protected by a kind of presence which I can only describe as complete and unconditional Love. I had no fear, I had no worries, and felt like I could´ve gone on being wherever I was and feeling the way I was forever. I was also strangely aware that the thing we ordinarily call time now was suspended, and did no longer exist.
Next I felt being drawn away by some unknown force, and I started moving at an enormous speed, which felt like a lot faster than the speed of light, and travelling an enormous distance, literally travelling “beyond the world.” I was moving toward a brilliant light, and as I came closer to it my only desire was to get there. When I reached the light there was a male figure standing in the midst of it, the light radiating from him, and I was embraced by this being of light, who loved me completely and unconditionally, with a Love that no words can describe. I found myself in a “world of light,” where everything was made of, and radiated light. And I remember feeling that this place I found myself in, and not the earth I´d left behind was my real home.
I also remember meeting beings, or people, that I felt I had known forever, but sadly I have no clear memory of them now. After meeting these people I found myself in the presence of the being of light I´d met first, and he told me I had to go back.
When I came to, I was crawling up the beach coughing, because I´d swallowed a lot of water, feeling like I´d been away forever, on the longest journey. When I, many years later, recounted the experience for my mother she told me only two or three minutes could have passed during the whole incident.
For many years I repressed the memory of my experience, unconsciously feeling I´d been forced from that beautiful place that was so dear to me, to return to this sorrowful earth. I didn´t remember anything until many years later. But still, even unconsciously, the insights from my NDE had changed the way I looked at life.The most important things I learned was the meaning of unconditional love, which is our true nature and the innermost nature of life itself, and I learned not to fear death. As long as we are afraid of death, we will also be afraid of life, and we won´t be able to comprehend or express our true selves, which is just as loving and beautiful as the beings I encountered in my experience.
Now if you will kindly spend the time, here is part of my heart. A mere glimpse of my story. It may not be understood by you, and that’s ok. Those unscathed by lifes sorrows, or living above human suffering will be lost. Life is not a bed of roses for all. Some must trudge through the peaks ‘n valleys mostly alone for the large part. And that is another deeper story.
Here’s Why!
The childhood part wasn’t cool. At a young age I started using alcohol and drugs (same thing). I grew up to be something I told myself I would never be like. I developed into something full of hate and rage, with a using tolerance and dependency to match. With no religious or spiritual upbringing to speak of. My only safe places were in the woods or being on the river here. (Well, back then the waterways were half-way clean compared to now.) I felt a real kin to nature until all feelings became unknown and repressed except for that anger and rage, the rest were put on. School was pure hell, I was terribly over weight and withdrawn. Teased by teacher and students alike. Bullied and struck/beat as such on a daily basis. I finally just had to quit. Damage done.
Military time was a mess. I just learned how to drink anything with alcohol in it, and found new drugs. Discharged.
Also, failed at my attempts to be the peaceful Hippie type. To much Dr. Jekyl/Mr. Hyde. Finally at this point I was a fully functional addict. Now finally realizing I had to be just as crazy and violent as the rest of the world, so not to be harmed ever again physically. I done a mighty fine job of it. That was my claim to fame — to out do, out drink, out use, and act out of total insanity and hate. Have ya seen those movies about the crazy biker types? Well, that was me to the max. Be the first to show up to the party and the last to crawl to my bike and leave. (sold the bike)
So for years I didn’t see a totally straight day. It was all fun I thought, “until”, it wasn’t much fun anymore. People all around me were dying, suffering and losing it all. A socially environmental norm.
So life went on as it does for people like me. I tried to quit but could not. As I was told by most and even those “loving highly educated pro’s,” “you’re a lost cause, no hope for you”. Twelve step groups had nothing to offer at the time because I was not willing or open minded enough. Too much of that God stuff. And me being a faithful hater even of the word was not about to listen, or try to. (ego, vanity) So more pain and despair.
I was now in another time of more serious suicide attempts. But now I was going to take some folks with me. Some I thought who were causing my pain. It was all going to happen on an upcoming week-end back in `89’. But God had other plans for me. It wasn’t going to happen. I found myself in jail that Friday. Saturday morning I was forcefully, yet gently accquainted with God.
I was a withdrawing mess, suicidal, full of hate. Alone in the holding, or so I thought. Then it happened. In short, the cell took on a different light and color. There was a sound and intense feeling of rushing water, but it was not wet or physical, it was alive, moving and with voice, “living water”. This gentle loving voice said it loved me and called me by name. By this time I was pressed back on the bunk and could not move. Physical breathing became nil. These waters intensified, at a seemingly high vibrating rate penetrating every fiber of my being. I found myself basking in this ocean of love, still held in total awe of what was happening to me. (there are no proper words to use here)
To the Point — the message; “to love one another”. That is what I am to tell people, especially Christians, and their leaders, also to government officials. But, again few to none will, or have the ability to listen. Who am I to them? Just another tithe, a vote, a number, etc. (It seems our leaders have their own agenda). He said to tell you to “make straight the path of the Lord”, “there should be no divisions but to love one another”. I am to tell you that he “is coming soon”. That we have “all gone astray”. I don’t know anyone in Ireland, but he said to tell them “to seek peace, stop fighting”. And that we are to be “specific in prayer”.
There is much more but for the purpose of this I hope it will suffice. Now, several years later I am understanding more of why and what was said to me, or shown. I asked the Lord who do I follow? What church do I go to? He said “none teach the true gospel, but to love one another”. Starting my new Christian walk, unaware of all this denomination stuff, I found myself caught up in all the hatred, various “cults”, materialism, power mongers, contol freaks (like, we will help you “if” you believe this, or do that), the so called best or biggest, the celebrity manure, and all the rest of the typical arrogant, superficial stuff. Plus being told by so called preachers that God would not use such a person as myself for such a message. Don’t know much do they? He can and will use anyone he desires.
So I think you see I’m definitely not into the mainstream, or have a head full of the herding instinct, just to please, or to fit in. I don’t “fit” in. I’m not a good game player “now”, so don’t expect me to be one to play that kind of game. Status or no.
The Miracle
That being the new person I am now. There is no trying to explain it. Either you know God, (not in a box) or you don’t. I walked out of that little cell a totally changed man in body, mind, spirit, and character. Remarkable personality changes had gone on there, some intense spiritual surgery. From atheist to firm believer, with no signs of any form of withdrawal. I was over-flowing with an intense true (agape) love for everything and everybody. I had to really contain myself, I just wanted to touch, hug, and kiss everything and tell them/it that I loved them/it so very very much.
I couldn’t wait to tell my story. Well things sure didn’t go the way I thought they would. My very first encounter was with the “preacher” man that was going cell to cell. Wouldn’t ya know he didn’t believe in that stuff, and really acted strange and in a big hurry to get away from me. He left me in a sorely confused state of mind, it just didn’t figure. And I’m supposed to “shout what happened to me from the roof tops”????
So again I had to learn the hard way. I didn’t have a clue to all of this religious stuff, and all the divisions, the arrogance, bickering, and hate. All I really knew is what happened to me and I just had to isolate and feed my overwhelming compulsion to read the Bible, and whatever else spiritual I could lay my hands on. I was held in awe again to find the exact same words that I had heard in that cell laying there in black and white, some times in red, before me. And it was with new eyes I was seeing this. It wasn’t the same stuff I had read a little about or tried to use to mess with peoples minds in recovery circles prior to this.
I was on this spiritual type high for about a year. But now again I couldn’t find my way, no acceptance, no understanding, no support, no love. Atheistic counselors I had been seeing were of little help, and did more damage than good. The same for the so-called church Christian counselors, as well as other scientific/academic minded characters. (I’ll be nice.) Now I’ve found a few sincere folks out there, regretfully not in my area of the country. My greatest help came from a Christian therapy center. Now don’t get me wrong. There are some good, sincere and well meaning people here, and elsewhere, but we just don’t click. Plus after all, I’m only human too and have my character flaws. Not to mention all the various experiences on my Christian walk making it difficult to tolerate certain situations. And with my past, I’m not real keen on the idea of this “do this to fit in” control stuff and all that goes on, like being accountable: to who and what? Or, subservient and yielding “without question”. Again, to who and what?
After hearing the holy voice of the “Living Waters”, am I to obey men/women instead of God? Was Martin L. King wrong? No! He was there in my so-called “vision.” And I used to be a very predjudiced white boy. He had his dream/vision, and that’s one I’ll buy, “now”. I don’t know why it is if you’re not in a clique, in their status, their partner, in perfect agreement with “their” doctrine, then you/I will not be heard. We/I will be cursed, accused of being an accuser of the brethren, or a blasphemer. At the least ignored, or not made to feel welcome at all. The older folks and others set in their ways refuse examination on all levels, have created untold harm out of their perfection. (Don’t make the mistake of being new and sit in the wrong pew either). Too many talk the talk, but can’t or won’t walk the walk. Preachers remain silent in the pulpit to please, and stroke. Oops, don’t speak too hard, might upset a wolf. Introspection, and truth hurts. Pharisees may topple from their high pedestals. Folks may hear the truth through their own ears, realizing they have been lazy and dependent on another’s truth. Yet, if one speaks of individual truth, and questions, we are treated and talked to about terribly. Am I to expect that to be Christian?
What’s really horrible is that I do not have all that “healthy” support. I don’t have much family, no-one to really talk too. You know someone that has been there, done that, or that can at least try to understand this bitter/sweet passion of mine. Someone that won’t say “I can help but it will cost you $400.00 an hour”. Or the ones according to their religious beliefs say I am to remain silent, not utter a word about it. It has really been tough to find my path in this thing. If you can tolerate a little honesty. That’s why I say I just do not fit in. Seemingly around here anyway. That’s why I belong in this rain forest. Away from all the games and hate. Oh, and concrete!
Dating has been a thing of the past. Been searching for that elusive soulmate to no avail. And I am not that bad of a guy now at all. I have to look at what our culture is breeding too, as well as all the superficial stuff, and what is called successful. Success to me “now” is not celebrity status, high scale living, having the most toys, women, drugs. Nor is it in our levels of education, pop culture, and etc. “We have all gone astray”. It’s not all that trendy, cultural stuff. But in love and charity, true compassion.
Now don’t think I’m a shining example of Christianity, or some Saint, I’m not. If I hit myself hard with a hammer I’m not jumping up and down, flopping around like a cat fish on the sand bank saying — Thank Ya Jesus!! Nope, not yet. heh heh 🙂 I’m human (God it feels great), I know what I do Know and Know what I don’t. I’m open and willing to talk about the spiritual path with anyone.
This story may be used, but not for profit. Also, it is not intended to be twisted (as I have seen before) to suit any one particular dogma, or belief.
Some parting thoughts for you to consider. What if you had something like this happen to you? What and how do you really think you would react? Would you be awe struck, or be acting goofy like some claim? Think you would be able to get a word in edgewise if the Lord was talking to you? Would you really walk away with a hate, or disdain for others of his creation? Think after that you could live above human suffering, and ignore it? Think you could just give a little money and feel content in doing God’s wishes? Not the giving of yourself? Think you would be perfect all the rest of your days here? I really think it’s time people take a good close look at things beyond their comfort/convenient/fitting in zone.
“LOVE ONE ANOTHER”
And really ask yourself minus other’s interpretations of it….What Would Jesus “Really Do” — T.
(This experience came to me anon, it shows the struggle an experiencer goes through after being introduced to the spirit world. Everything is real again, the mind is clear. But it takes a bit to integrate back into the physical. Took me a little over three years to do it. You learn to live in the physical but not be of the physical.)
