posted on Oct, 16 2009 @ 08:11 PM
I had lived my life to the fullest. As a successful business manager for a large banking corporation, I had fulfilled my contract with the Source to
complete my medium-aged soul and advance into the experienced level. I'd seen my ups and downs of friendships, relationships, jobs, alcohol,
experimenting with drugs, and the young life. My best friends have long since past. Out of all of them, I miss Greg the most. Friends since the age
of 6, Greg was somebody I could always confide in. His atheistic tendencies and rebellious manner always made him a favorite amongst our groups of
friends. He was smart, had a great sense of humor and a relatively easy time getting along with others, especially those he had nothing in common
with. His young passing at 54 of lung cancer always brought a lump to my throat.
I was 83 years old, laying in a hospital. The sound of the dialysis machine was the only thing keeping me from drifting to sleep. My family was
there, my beautiful granddaughter. Although I had loved my granddaughter with all of my heart, I had known deep within myself that she was not a part
of my soul-grouping. Soul. What a funny word. Truth be told, humans did not have any idea what to call the consciousness. Spiritual teachings had
been mis-taught from generation to generation by those wishing to advance their own agendas. Hell, I was starting to doubt my own theories on life
after death. Was there a Source? Was I about to just blink out into nothingness? I'd find out soon enough.
I had been in that bed for about 6 months. I wasn't getting any better and I knew it. I managed a smile, and some words here and there, but it was
over. My son visited frequently, and when his wife and daughter weren't around he'd fill me in on my estate, and planning for my death. Pretty
bleak talk to come from your own flesh and blood. He had done everything for me, and was prepared for the inevitable. Then, the inevitable came. It
was early in the morning. The nurse had tried to give me breakfast, but I could feel the sickness rising up and overpowering my weak body. Shortly
after she left, I started to have the hallucinations I had read about. I started seeing lights, tunnels, and the like.
"So, this is it," my mind managed to convey to my brain. I answered myself, like I had throughout my life, creating a dialogue between mental self
and physical self.
"It's been a pleasure," my physical brain said to my mind.
"You too. We made a good team," my mind replied.
And with that, my vision went dark. But only for a second. What's this? I'm floating! Ha! It's real! I roll above, the sounds of the flat
line getting further away. I'm being pulled into a tunnel. I felt bad for those I had left behind, but I somehow knew that it was just part of
their own growing process. I had done enough and left a pretty decent mark in this lifetime.
Suddenly, I'm jerked out of the tunnel, into what I can only describe as a different plane. What is this, I ask myself.
"Don't worry, you're safe," a voice says to me.
It's gloomy. I'm on some sort of vessel. Grays, yellows and pale whites surround the horizon. "This isn't real, this isn't where I'm supposed
to be!" I insist.
"None of us are," answers the first voice. "We've been taken here."
I turn and gain focus. One of my best friends from my young adult life, and early professional career is standing before me. "Sean!" I exclaim,
true surprise emanating from my energy body.
"Yes, it is I. Barry, it has been a long time," Sean calmly says.
"What are you doing here?" I want answers.
"Do not be afraid. All will be answered soon," Sean cryptically breaths.
We are communicating by, what I can only describe as telepathy. As I start to focus more on my surroundings on the vessel, I see many familiar faces.
Friends, and distant relatives from the previous lifetime.
"These are -" I stammer.
"We are a collective," Sean helps me finish.
It's my own Soul-Group. I move towards the bow of the ship, greeting several of my colleagues along the way. Sean follows alongside of me,
"Your full memory will return the longer you stay," he explains.
"What are we doing here?" I ask.
"We're not sure. We're in some sort of holding pattern," he replies.
The ship is moving, and there's clamor on board. Despite the lack of a physical world, I find myself moved by the plank-like material underneath my
energy body. We drift slowly across a fog-filled ocean. It is breathtaking; like nothing I have ever seen before. I start to receive flashes of
memories I do not recognize. Egypt. Greece. China. Swords clashing, disease and poverty.
"Don't fight it," Sean tells me, seeming to know what I am going through. "These are your previous lives."
I'm a poor beggar on the streets of London. An abandoned child in Italy. Born in Africa, and sold into slavery on a plantation in the U.S. I'm
black, Chinese, Spanish, White. We're all the same, I suddenly realize.
The boat is picking up speed. Racing into an abyss. Visibility is clearing up. On the horizon I can see another vessel, but the feeling I have is
wrong. This is not how I envisioned the afterlife. Hatred, sorrow and self-pity start to swarm our ship. Addiction, punishment, and visions of
violence start to penetrate our inner sanctum. The other ship is visible now. Demonic figures, severed limbs, dripping with red ooze. Humanoid
figures that are grinning, evil. It's pure evil.
"What is that!" screams my friend Debbie.
"I don't know," replies fellow banker and former roommate Tyler.
We are being sucked towards it. Drawing in closer and closer to drooling animalistic figures. Aura's surround each individual. Black, red, dark
purple and brown. It is a truly ugly sight.
"They're trying to instill fear on us," Sean calmly explains. "Do not fear them, they cannot harm us in the astral realm."
The Astral Realm. Something I had always thought was imaginary.
"What do we do!" one of my friends Laura shrieked.
"Do not feed into their fear," Sean tried to say. It wasn't working. I could hear discontent amongst the others as they started to get nervous,
worried and anxious. Tyler tried to jump off the boat, but was immediately stopped by an external force.
"I need to get off! Let me off!" Tyler breathlessly shouted.
Others were starting to panic. The fear on our ship was high, even I was starting to get tense. The demons approached...