posted on Mar, 26 2008 @ 08:02 PM
Disclaimer:
The enclosed content of this thread is entirely a personal experience.
An old childhood mate of mine died recently, his death prompted a funeral attendance the opposite side of Australia where I previously lived as a
child, Darwin.
After the funeral my old childhood mates, there are four of us in total, decided to honour our fallen by venturing to the monsoonal wilderness
surrounding Darwin for a fishing trip, we stayed a total of 3 days.
Some background before I explain my experience.
In 2001, I had my first spiritual experience involving an unveiling of the matrix, if you will, of nature. This experience birthed a communication
with my divine/higher self, and until this day has educated me, to be/become it.
In 2005, whilst still in self adolescence I entrusted institutionalised Christianity, this turned sour over a period of doctrinal programming to which
I awoke through vigorous self communication and external research. I proceeded to deprogram in 2007.
Back to the Easter experience.
It was Easter Sunday and an incredibly hot day, 36 Degrees C / 96% Humidity, my mates and I decided to take our 24 ft boat out for a day of fishing.
We were anchored at a reef and caught a decent catch.
It was 12 noon by this stage and was so hot my body perspirated to the extent of sitting in a steam room for 30 min. I suffered a perceived heat
stroke but did not loose consciousness, to which my mates clicked on and poured cool water over me.
We decided to change fishing locations and mount the boat canopy, as we were changing locations I was sitting down recovering drinking cool fluids
when suddenly a spiritual mood fell over me, this mood started to produce images of loved ones followed by an intense sad overpowering love, enough to
put me to tears. I instantly identified to what was happening and realised my divine/high self was preparing me to receive a lesson of some sort.
The communication with my self then proceded to pour an intense peaceful/fatherly love which I identified with, of all things, Christ. This followed
with a sentence of though, “The Second Advent is near” to which I completely broke down in sadness.
I was, and still am, completely baffled by this as I was utterly convinced through all my spiritual journey and self guided education that Jesus is an
allegorical archetype.
Anyway, it’s an experience worth sharing.
BTW, Long time reader, newbe poster.