a lillte poem relating to that beautiful story : above the heads of all of
us ,in robes of golden light, stands an image of our father , an angel of
the light, and in between, although unseen sleeps a servant of the flame,
awaken him by calling him, holy christ self is his name. with all your heart
you must demand that the fire in your heart expand, and by it's light at
once you'll see. there really is no mystery.
thanks so much for sharing that story , it will help on those cloudy days
:)sharon p.s. the above poemwas shared with me 30 years ago by some people
i met in sante fe N.M. i believe they were with a group called the I Am
i never forgot the poem.- Original Message -
From: Merla Barberie [EMAIL PROTECTED]
To: BD Now [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Sent: Monday, August 26, 2002 8:56 AM
Subject: water, war, present times, the future and an amazing story
A friend sent me Mark Twain's A War Prayer this morning, but I liked the
following even better.
My best to all
Merla
jill davies wrote:
friends -
this may seem off the topic, but it actually is central -
because
our basic world view is what shapes our lives, individually and
collectivelyand thus the future of the planet.The website at the
bottom contains many other return from death accounts.There is much
to
learn from them. - Jill
---
Mellen-Thomas Benedict is an artist who survived a near-death experience
in
1982. He was dead for over an hour and a half and during that time, he
rose up out of his body and went into the Light. Curious about the
universe,
he was taken far into the remote depths of existence, and even beyond,
into
the energetic Void of Nothingness behind the Big Bang. Concerning his
near-death experience, Dr. Kenneth Ring has said,
His story is one of the most remarkable I have encountered in my
extensive
research on near-death experiences.
- - The road to death - -
In 1982 I died from terminal cancer. The condition I had was
inoperable,
and any kind of chemotherapy they could give me would just have made me
more
of a vegetable. I was given six to eight months to live. I had been an
information freak in the 1970's, and I had become increasingly
despondent
over the nuclear crisis, the ecology crisis, and so forth. So, since I
did
not have a spiritual basis, I began to believe that nature had made a
mistake, and that we were probably a cancerous organism on the planet. I
saw
no way that we could get out from all the problems we had created for
ourselves and the planet. I perceived all humans as cancer, and that is
what
I got. That is what killed me. Be careful what your world view is. It
can
feed back on you, especially if it is a negative world view. I had a
seriously negative one. That is what led me into my death. I tried all
sorts of alternative healing methods, but nothing helped.
So I determined that this was really just between me and God. I had
never
really faced God before, or even dealt with God. I was not into any
kind of
spirituality at the time, but I began a journey into learning about
spirituality and alternative healing. I set out to do all the reading I
could and bone up on the subject, because I did not want to be surprised
on
the other side. So I started reading on various religions and
philosophies.
They were all very interesting, and gave hope that there was something
on
the other side.
On the other hand, as a self-employed stained-glass artist at the time,
I
had no medical insurance whatsoever. So my life savings went overnight
in
testing. Then I was facing the medical profession without any kind of
insurance. I did not want to have my family dragged down financially, so
I
determined to handle this myself. There was not constant pain, but
there
were black-outs. I got so that I would not dare to drive, and
eventually I
ended up in hospice care. I had my own personal hospice caretaker. I
was
very blessed by this angel who went through the last part of this with
me. I
lasted about eighteen months. I did not want to take a lot of drugs,
since I
wanted to be as conscious as possible. Then I experienced such pain
that I
had nothing but pain in my consciousness, luckily only for a few days at
a
time.
- - The light of God - -
I remember waking up one morning at home about 4:30 am, and I just knew
that
this was it. This was the day I was going to die. So I called a few
friends
and said goodbye. I woke up my hospice caretaker and told her. I had a
private agreement with her that she would leave my dead body alone for
six
hours, since I had read that all kinds of interesting things happen when
you
die. I went back to sleep. The next thing I remember is the beginning
of a
typical near-death experience. Suddenly I was fully aware and I was
standing
up, but my body was in the bed. There was this darkness around me.
Being
out of my body
