From the material to the ethereal

feywon

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Tho i don't plan on journaling a lot here. i thought that an appropriate title since it is a part of my daily meditations.

A while back there was another NDE Thread. i searched and searched and could not find the thread i know i posted a brief description of mine on. So i told someone i would put it here so whenever the topic comes up i can either direct interested parties here or copy and paste it to the thread.

First some disclaimers:
1) There are details about the why/how of my demise i consider personal and will not be sharing, even tho as i understand it this forum-Diaries-is an supposed to be a 'safe place' where we can share and others may respond but are supposed to keep any negativity, judgement to themselves.
2) This is not a linear account, it was not a linear experience. The only piece of it i am sure of is the last exchange was with what i can only call 'guides' before i returned from ethereal to material life.
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Darkness, conscious awareness but no physical sensations. neither good or ill tho moments before i had been in a LOT of discomfort. i realized i'd left my body, and i thought 'No tunnel of light? No welcoming--ah but at 28 virtually no loved ones have predeceased me.'

Time is different there, and 'space'. Floating in the dark, i saw sphere of light. No sooner thought of wanting a closer look than i 'rapidly' (almost instantly) moved close enough to see it wasn't a solid sphere but rather a huge (? nothing to provide reference point for size--not even my own body--i had tried to hold up a hand/arm but apparently could not conjure one up even thinking of it.)
As i got closer i could see it was comprised of billions? trillions of points of light, all colors of the spectrum---that blended to make white light. Somehow i knew the points of light entering and leaving were souls coming and going. (Tho have to admit what i was seeing may have been influenced by my beliefs just as those who say they experienced heaven or hell in their NDE may have influenced their perception of whatever was going on.

At one point there were 3 imposing figures at table before me. i asked if they were a Tribunal. They laughed., one said--you'll need to judge yourself, and then decide if you truly want to terminate your current life or if you want to go back to it. i am not going into the details of that review--it included remembering the goals i'd set coming into this life, progress i'd made and ways i'd failed. i thought of the Light, i wanted to go into it, because the unconditional love was overwhelming.

i saw two young (maybe 2 and 3 yrs old?) boys dressed in PJs Christmas tree behind them. The slightly bigger one, whom i assumed was older, said to me. "Please go back, we are going to need you." [Sidebar: This seemed odd, irrelevant until my twins were born a year later. But i was too busy to give it much thought until 3 1/2 yrs later i got a photo of them back from developer.
It was the Christmas after my estranged husband, their father was murdered. The 'smaller' one was only 5 oz less at birth caught up fast until the separation he lost weight. By the following summer he'd caught up with his 9 minutes older brother again.] That photo--you guessed it, the two boys i saw in my NDE. Boy did that mess with my head--premonition during NDE? Or something arranged by the 'guides'? Clearly linear time a thing of this material world.

One of the guides was asking me if i'd decided, that i needed to decide very soon. They said i could rest awhile then return to different physical incarnation. The two biggest factors--the thought of those boys and feeling too tired to even consider starting from scratch again--setting goals, acquiring language; and trying to learn what i needed---again! Just then i became aware of body back on floor on earth, as it was jolted by revival attempts. The guide said--choose while you can.

i chose to come back just as another jolt hit me, to this day i don't know if i was experiencing manual resuscitation as a blow or if they used a defib, because once in my body again i was too disoriented to attend details. i do remember trying to tell them to stop, that it wasn't necessary, because i'd chosen...but suspect it sounded like gibberish to them.

This "I" and her life did not change overnight. But the NDE definitely shifted my focus, because i had different 'constructs to work with in relation to temporary physical life and eternal conscious life. i had been trying to learn meditation from books. But in 1979 i took the Silva Method Course and that was a tremendous help. i still use it as my basic practice, tho it's morphed a bit over the years. But then i once looked up some current Silva Videos on YouTube and they've changed some too.
 

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Thank you for this. It is very interesting and similar to other NDE accounts I've read or heard of. That part about your twin boys is really eerie. I appreciate you doing this to satisfy my curiosity .
The part about the boys was not like anything i'd read in the literature. Then in 2003 there was Aron Ralston, the young man who had to break his arm and cut thru it to escape the boulder that had it pinned. A few years later i read an interview he was giving some reporter and his toddler son ran across the room. Ralston said even tho he had no idea who the child was at the time; he had seen the boy in his delirium while still pinned. (Which was before the child even conceived.).
 

The part about the boys was not like anything i'd read in the literature. Then in 2003 there was Aron Ralston, the young man who had to break his arm and cut thru it to escape the boulder that had it pinned. A few years later i read an interview he was giving some reporter and his toddler son ran across the room. Ralston said even tho he had no idea who the child was at the time; he had seen the boy in his delirium while still pinned. (Which was before the child even conceived.).
you see this is the type of thing that makes me more ready to believe. I've heard all the NDE stories there is I think... from angels, to bright lights, tunnels, God himself, st Peter... .. the devil, hell... meeting family members heard it all.. and it may be true, who am I to know.... however after you've heard these same stories over and over or varations of.. they start to sound like a tale....

I had an NDE myself before I even knew or learned about such a thing. I was 7 years old rushed in for emergency appendectomy ... I still have the memory to this day it's been with me for life... I can see the surgeon in his long ankle length green gown and the theatre staff working on my body... except I was up in the corner of the ceiling just watching.. in retrospect it was like watching a tv show without sound ..

... altho' I'd never seen any tv show, because at 7 years old we hadn't got a tv yet so I had no idea what a surgeon looked like or what he wore..... and this was in color and when we did get a TV it was B&W... It only lasted a short time, and I woke up in the dark in the ward puking for Scotland ... and a nurse running to get a bedpan.. ...

point being I'm not a total disbeliever.... however .. telling the story of the children.. is the thing that makes the story of the experience way more believable to me.. 🄰
 
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I don't believe in life after death. When your body dies all the lights go out. Carl Sagan said there was no scientific evidence supporting the claim and that's good enough for me.
 
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. altho' I'd never seen any tv show, because at 7 years old we hadn't got a tv yet so I had no idea what a surgeon looked like or what he wore..... and this was in color and when we did get a TV it was B&W... It only lasted a short time, and I woke up in the dark in the ward puking for Scotland ... and a nurse running to get a bedpan.. ...

point being I'm not a total disbeliever.... however .. telling the story of the children.. is the thing that makes the story of the experience way more believable to me.. 🄰
For me anecdotal evidence from/about children is one of the strongest indicators that there is something to concepts of afterlife, reincarnation, telepathy. Because even in today's highly tech world a 2-3 year-old has not had the same kind or quantity of exposure to the dramatizations and wholly fictional accounts of such things. There are many such accounts from about children that suggest reincarnation and ADC (after death communication).

For me all those things are linked thru the concepts of both disembodied consciousness and a universal consciousness. On 12/9/78 i had been estranged from my first husband for a year and a half. One of our boys, O & S lived with each us mostly because i was trying to be as fair as possible to all of us while protecting my own mental well-being and because S was much more bonded with their Dad at the time.

The ex and i had not been communicating directly since i'd moved from the town where we both lived a couple of months before, but my older sister was in that town and saw them often. Christmas was coming and i wanted to re-establish direct communication so i wrote him as diplomatic and conciliatory a letter as i could muster that Sunday evening. As i was doing so O asked to see a photo of S. He'd done that once or twice so i thought nothing of it and even forgot about it till the next day.

Monday 12/10/78 i walked O to his day care two blocks away and took bus to work. My boss took me to conference room where one on of my housemates was waiting. The first thing said was that S was fine but my sister K had called, my ex dead. Boss told me to take a few days off. Went home called sister, took a couple of hours to process what i found out and cried a little. Then got O from day care. The boys were 17 days from being exactly 3 1/2 yrs old.

When i sat him down and began "Your father is dead..." he interrupted saying "I know." I asked how he knew. He responded that he saw it. Again i said 'How?' He said, "Like a dream but i was
awake and it was surrounded by bright light. The man shot thru the window. Made a mess.' I told him his aunt K would be bringing S to us and that cheered him up some. Later when i was turning down his top sheet and fluffing his pillow for bed i found the photo he'd asked for Sunday under his pillow.

I was able to verify the details he'd mentioned in a later phone call with K. When my ex had managed to get the door of his ground floor place closed on the shooter despite having one wound already, the man went around and shot thru the kitchen window over the sink. The bullet went through a box of instant cocoa mix packets scattering the brown powder over sink, counter & floor.

This was highly evidential to me of how linked they were. Over the coming months and years as they 'reprocessed' it at different stages if development it became clear that O had seen/heard the event thru the perceptions of S.
 
For me anecdotal evidence from/about children is one of the strongest indicators that there is something to concepts of afterlife, reincarnation, telepathy. Because even in today's highly tech world a 2-3 year-old has not had the same kind or quantity of exposure to the dramatizations and wholly fictional accounts of such things. There are many such accounts from about children that suggest reincarnation and ADC (after death communication).

For me all those things are linked thru the concepts of both disembodied consciousness and a universal consciousness. On 12/9/78 i had been estranged from my first husband for a year and a half. One of our boys, O & S lived with each us mostly because i was trying to be as fair as possible to all of us while protecting my own mental well-being and because S was much more bonded with their Dad at the time.

The ex and i had not been communicating directly since i'd moved from the town where we both lived a couple of months before, but my older sister was in that town and saw them often. Christmas was coming and i wanted to re-establish direct communication so i wrote him as diplomatic and conciliatory a letter as i could muster that Sunday evening. As i was doing so O asked to see a photo of S. He'd done that once or twice so i thought nothing of it and even forgot about it till the next day.

Monday 12/10/78 i walked O to his day care two blocks away and took bus to work. My boss took me to conference room where one on of my housemates was waiting. The first thing said was that S was fine but my sister K had called, my ex dead. Boss told me to take a few days off. Went home called sister, took a couple of hours to process what i found out and cried a little. Then got O from day care. The boys were 17 days from being exactly 3 1/2 yrs old.

When i sat him down and began "Your father is dead..." he interrupted saying "I know." I asked how he knew. He responded that he saw it. Again i said 'How?' He said, "Like a dream but i was
awake and it was surrounded by bright light. The man shot thru the window. Made a mess.' I told him his aunt K would be bringing S to us and that cheered him up some. Later when i was turning down his top sheet and fluffing his pillow for bed i found the photo he'd asked for Sunday under his pillow.

I was able to verify the details he'd mentioned in a later phone call with K. When my ex had managed to get the door of his ground floor place closed on the shooter despite having one wound already, the man went around and shot thru the kitchen window over the sink. The bullet went through a box of instant cocoa mix packets scattering the brown powder over sink, counter & floor.

This was highly evidential to me of how linked they were. Over the coming months and years as they 'reprocessed' it at different stages if development it became clear that O had seen/heard the event thru the perceptions of S.
Incredible account... very believabe... wow... sorry your children went through such trauma at such a young age..... by your description they are about the same age as my daughter..
 
Incredible account... very believabe... wow... sorry your children went through such trauma at such a young age..... by your description they are about the same age as my daughter..
The Guys turned 50 this past Friday. Daughter will be 42 in September. Thing is early trauma often gets reprocessed at various stages of development as the individual learns more about the world and human bodies and behaviors. I'd long been interested in psychology, but wanting to help them increased my reading in the field wnd eventually got a BA in it at age 48.

When they were 6 yrs they came me and said, "Not everyone who gets shot dies, why did Dad?" Again in early teens they were feeling it. In my house if kids asked a question they deserved an honest informative age-appropriate answer. I'd make sure i understood exactly what they were asking then brief to the point answers. Thing is they knew if they had follow up questions i'd answer those too. Whether in same conversation or if they came back later. They were in their teens before we talked about why the man shot their father.
 
you see this is the type of thing that makes me more ready to believe. I've heard all the NDE stories there is I think... from angels, to bright lights, tunnels, God himself, st Peter... .. the devil, hell... meeting family members heard it all.. and it may be true, who am I to know.... however after you've heard these same stories over and over or varations of.. they start to sound like a tale....

I had an NDE myself before I even knew or learned about such a thing. I was 7 years old rushed in for emergency appendectomy ... I still have the memory to this day it's been with me for life... I can see the surgeon in his long ankle length green gown and the theatre staff working on my body... except I was up in the corner of the ceiling just watching.. in retrospect it was like watching a tv show without sound ..

... altho' I'd never seen any tv show, because at 7 years old we hadn't got a tv yet so I had no idea what a surgeon looked like or what he wore..... and this was in color and when we did get a TV it was B&W... It only lasted a short time, and I woke up in the dark in the ward puking for Scotland ... and a nurse running to get a bedpan.. ...

point being I'm not a total disbeliever.... however .. telling the story of the children.. is the thing that makes the story of the experience way more believable to me.. 🄰
I had 2 very similar OBEs but not during illness; one happened while listening to sitar music, the other during sex.
 

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