There is not in your world one artist who could capture with his paints some of the glories of my world. There is not one musician who could record some of the glories of the music sphere with your notes. There is not one writer who could describe in physical words the beauty of parts of this world.
What a pleasant surprise you will all have one day, when you become conscious of our world.
Your world is in beauty now. [It was May/Springtime] Ypu see all around you the manifestations of the Great Spirit, as the dawn of life sweeps over your surroundings again in its cycle, and you marvel at the beauty of the blossom and the fragrance of the flowers, and you say "How great is the handiwork of the Great Spirit."
And yet, that which you see is but a very pale reflection of the beauties that we have in our world of spirit.
We have flowers such as you have never seen, we have colours such as your eye has never beheld, we have scenes and forests, we have birds and plants, we have streams and mountains. You have nothing to compare them with.
And you will be able to enjoy them, for, even though you will be ghosts, you will be real ones.
You come to our world now, but you do not remember. You visit the spirit world every night. That is your preparation. Otherwise, it would be such a shock when you come here to start your real life in earnest. When you pass on, you will remember your visits
- Silver Birch (From 'Teachings of Silver Birch')
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....It is our deeds, the accumulated acts of goodness and kindness, that define us and ultimately are the true measure of our worth. Service is the coin of the spirit.
This NDE account was given by a 62 year old who before his NDE had been a hard-nosed, no-nonsense businessman...
'The first thing I saw when I awoke in the hospital was a flower, and I cried. Believe it or not, I had never really seen a flower until I came back from death. One big thing I learned when I 'died' was that we are all part of one big, living universe.
If we think we can hurt another person or living thing without hurting ourselves, we are sadly mistaken. I look at a forest or a flower or a bird now, and say, "That is me, part of me."
We are connected with all things and if we send love along those connections, then we are happy.'
'When the fruit is ripe, it will fall' - and not before.
Not only does the act of suicide create a huge backwash of sorrow and regret for those left behind, suicide adversely effects the soul's destined path.
Life has its purpose. We are here for a reason, not only in the general spiritual sense, but in the individual spiritual sense too - some lesson we have to learn, some task we have to perform.
Life can be very hard at times, but the soul comes into its own, not in the sunshine but in the storm.
What we term 'dark times' provide a golden opportunity for soul growth and that is the meaning of life, to learn (through experience) and to advance the soul.
Whatever life throws at us, we must stand our ground. Knowing that the 'dark times' will not last forever but for a season and, if somewhat battered and bruised, we will emerge the stronger.
'I found myself floating up toward the ceiling. I could see everyone around the bed very plainly, even my own body. I thought how odd it was that they were upset about my body. I was fine and I wanted them to know that, but there seemed to be no way to let them know. It was as though there were a veil or screen between me and the others in the room.
I became aware of an opening, if I can call it that. It appeared to be elongated and dark and I began to zoom through it. I was puzzled yet exhilarated.
I came out of the tunnel into a realm of soft, brilliant love and light. The love was everywhere. It surrounded me and seemed to soak through into my very being.
At some point I was shown or saw the events of my life. They were in a kind of vast panorama.
All of this is really just indescribable.
People I knew who had died were there with me in the light, a friend who had died in college, my grandfather and a great aunt, among others.
They were happy, beaming.
I didn't want to go back, but I was told that I had to, by a man in light. I was being told that I had not completed what I had to do in life.
I came back into my body with a sudden lurch'
- NDE of Martha Todd, a respected professor of English
(From 'The Light Beyond' by Dr Raymond Moody)
'On what is called 'the mount of freedom', a beautiful, mountainous landscape, she saw some of the 'wild' animals which had become individualised through contact with humans, all now at peace with one another.
She was shown Elsa the lioness leaping down from a rock to the river bank.
Many, many people in their varied spirit robes went about tending the animals, or visiting their own special friends.
Very many animals, of course, are living with the people they loved and who loved them, in other spheres. Our friend John has his spaniel, my husband's grandmother has her dogs and horses, and we have just heard that Rudolf, our friend's cat recently passed over, is keeping our friend's mother company, an old lady who just preceded him into spirit life.
The knowledge that our loved and faithful friends are contentedly waiting to greet us is wonderful indeed.
But this knowledge also forces us to take stock of our behaviour to all animals, and perhaps think much more deeply about our personal responsibility for their welfare, evolution, individualisation and happiness.
And this in turn makes us take another look at what we eat and what we wear, for all creation is one, all part of the Divine Spirit, and the Law of that spirit is LOVE'
'Grandma made a noise and I happened to look up at her and saw a look of discomfort and incomprehension on her face. All of a sudden she keeled over like a fence post falling down, straight as a stick, without her legs even buckling.
I could see she her dead body on the floor. But also at the same time I saw a much younger version of her standing exactly where she had been standing when she fell.
Now, there was a second figure beside her who was a man about her same apparent age.
The two looked at me and waved, and when they did I felt a deep love.
Then they turned away as a unit and disappeared by walking away together through the kitchen wall.
We didn't have the word 'holographic' then, but it occurs to me how that this is the best word available to characterize the experience.
The two people could be described as looking like a hologram, yet they had a greater degree of reality than anything I have experienced before or since'
- A retired philosophy professor recalling how, as a boy, he witnessed his grandmother's death
(From 'Glimpses of Eternity' by Dr Raymond Moody)
Valerie Feasby-Quigley nursed her father at home while he was dying of lung cancer. About two weeks before his death he started to tell her about the various dead family members who had been to visit him and whom he could see and talk to. She assumed that these 'visits' were due to the drugs he was taking.
'On a couple of occasions when I heard him talking, I thought he was calling me. When I went to his room to ask what he wanted he would say, "Nothing, I was talking to your mum."
On the day he died he said, "Look, there's your mum and David (her brother), they've come again. I think I'll go now." I thought he meant he wanted to go to sleep, so I said, "OK Dad, just lie back and close your eyes - you can go to sleep now." I held his hand; he lay back on his pillow, still looking at the wall opposite, and sighed a deep breath and passed away. I put all this down to the medication he was on.
When I cleaned his room after the funeral, I found the tablets that I had been giving him, and I thought he was taking, under the bed. He had not taken any of his medication. It then dawned on me that he was not hallucinating; he must really have seen my mother and her brother, and they met him to help him on his journey.'
(From 'The Art of Dying' by Dr Peter Fenwick and Elizabeth Fenwick)
There was a feeling of utter peace and quiet, no fear at all, and I found myself in a tunnel - a tunnel of concentric circles.
Shortly after that, I saw a T.V. programme called 'The Time Tunnel', where people go back in time through this spiralling tunnel. Well, that's the closest thing to it that I can think of
- A NDE reported in 'Life After Life' by Dr Raymond Moody
Sometimes when listening to some rock songs, I think of my father and know that he would have liked this song. He passed real early in his life due to Huntington's disease. He loved Neil Young so when I hear a song that has the same raw guitar chords that Neil uses I think of him.
today I was listening to one such song and I swear I felt him with me, enjoying the song. I started to get anxious and my thoughts were racing, but then I heard him say, "it's ok son, just enjoy the music". As if he was saying to me to relax, that he is there with me, enjoying the song and that I should just enjoy it too.
I've never had such an experience before in my life. I've always been a skeptic.
There are many conflicting stories... And there are those who even say that if you see the light to stay away from the light, and go beyond the light, to not be trapped...
So many conflicting stories...
And when my father had his NDE, he changed a bit for a while because he told me that he didn't see anything, even though he was pretty close to being dead.. He just told me he saw blackness and nothing... Scary shit....
But then... Maybe he was never truly in danger of dying then....?
Death is one of life's greatest mysteries, pretty ironic when you think about it...
Dogs In The Afterlife:
American Bryce Bond was taken seriously ill and in the process of this underwent a NDE.
He remembered suddenly passing through a long tunnel toward a beautiful 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 feel the presence of my dog around me as I ponder these two questions. Then I hear barking and other dogs appear, dogs I once had. As I stand there in what seems 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."
But he did come back, because it wasn't yet his 'time'.
The doctor told him that he had been 'dead' for over ten minutes.
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