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Visitors from the Ascended Realm in Comparison

Cover of The Voice of the “I AM” magazine August 1936 edition published by Mr. and Mrs. G. W. Ballard’s Saint Germain Press, Inc.

Considering testimonials of visitations of people from ‘beyond’—or what is sometimes called ‘the ascended realm’—allows some significant correlations to be found.  These cases encompass documented cases of human interaction with so-called ‘space people.’  In 2012, blog articles  reported about ‘flying saucer contactees’ Truman Bethurum, Daniel Fry and Orfeo Angelucci.  In this post, I  am presenting four excerpts involving accounts that might lead one to recall the ‘ambrosia’ of the ancient Greeks and ‘amrita’ of Hindu scriptures.  The first is from Angelucci’s initial account of his contact  experiences from his self-published Twentieth Century Times in 1953.

The entire description of these circumstances may be read in a previous blog article.  Following this passage is an excerpt from Unveiled Mysteries (1934) by Godfré Ray King (pen name of Guy Ballard) describing what happened during a hike on Mt. Shasta.

From Twentieth Century Times

Two effluorescent green discs, about 30 inches apart, and each about 30 inches in diameter were there, shimmering, like two bubbles perfectly suspended in air.  They appeared to be in a state of extreme agitation. Hardly two seconds had elapsed from the moment the burgundy color object disappeared, a most delightful masculine voice suggested . . . “Come out here.” Orfeo stepped out from the right side door.  Unafraid as yet, he closed it and stayed near to the front fender, unaware of his own movements.  There were only he and these two beautiful green discs.  All else was a dreamlike shadow in the background.  He knew of no world of existence, past or present. What followed is here set down in the best recollection.  It can only be gathered as to who is doing the talking or the thinking . . . “Orfeo, beloved friend—Greetings.” ” . . . Greetings.” “Do you remember us?” “Yes, . . . I mean, Yes, indeed.” “Your balloons in New Jersey — beloved friend.” (The voice was as mellow-dipped in the gold of the stars.  Who could know fear at this moment?) “Yes, I saw your plane go with them.” “They saw, but saw not.  The world sees, but sees not.  This you know.  Orfeo, you are thirsty.  Ever so thirsty.  A bottle of drink for you.” On the fender of the car Orfeo “took up” a bottle, drinking the most satisfying “nectar” he had ever tasted, and thereby all symptoms and thirst vanished at once.

  
 1934 paperback edition

From Unveiled Mysteries

The morning in question, I started out at daybreak deciding to follow where fancy led, and in a vague sort of way, asked God to direct my path.  By noon, I had climbed high up on the side of the mountain where the view to the south was beautiful as a dream. As the day advanced, it grew very warm and I stopped frequently to rest and enjoy to the full the remarkable stretch of country around the McCloud River, Valley, and town.  It came time for lunch, and I sought a mountain spring for clear, cold water.  Cup in hand, I bent down to fill it when an electrical current passed through my body from head to foot. I looked around, and directly behind me stood a young man who, at first glance, seemed to be someone on a hike like myself.  I looked more closely, and realized immediately that he was no ordinary person.  As this thought passed through my mind, he smiled and addressed me saying: “My Brother, if you will hand me your cup, I will give you a much more refreshing drink than spring water.”  I obeyed, and instantly the cup was filled with a creamy liquid.  Handing it back to me, he said: “Drink it.” I did so and must have looked my astonishment.  While the taste was delicious, the electrical vivifying effect in my mind and body made me gasp with surprise.  I did not see him put anything into the cup, and I wondered what was happening. “That which you drank,” he explained, “comes directly from the Universal Supply, pure and vivifying as Life Itself, in fact it is Life—Omnipresent Life—for it exists everywhere about us. It is subject to our conscious control and direction, willingly obedient, when we Love enough, because all the Universe obeys the behest of Love.  Whatsoever I desire manifests itself, when I command in Love.  I held out the cup, and that which I desired for you appeared.”

The preceding excerpt is the first part of the description of the narrator’s first encounter with ascended master Saint Germain, who is quoted:

“We—in the Ascended State—can control the atomic structure of our world—as a potter controls his clay. Every electron and atom in the universe is obedient to our desire and command because of the God-Power by which we control it and of which we have earned the right to be the Directors.
“Mankind in the unascended state marvels at these things but I tell you, it is no more effort for us to change the appearance and activity of our bodies than it is for the ordinary human being to change his clothes.”

Orfeo Angelucci wrote about a ‘nectar’ produced from pellets and water that resulted with a liquid that could seemingly elevate the drinker “into the next octave of consciousness” in Son of the Sun (1959).  The following excerpt is from the first chapter, wherein Angelucci described having first encountered in a Twentynine Palms cafe ‘Adam,’ a strikingly handsome young man who “had just come through an experience of learning and romance that was not one which mortals of earth usually know . . . In the course of three evenings he narrated his fantastic story to me.”

From Son of the Sun

“Would you like a bottle of beer, Orfeo?” I looked at the pitcher of water.  His own glass contained a sparkling liquid the color of pale ginger ale, fizzing and bubbling continuously, though he had already drunk half of it.  The lively bubbles arose from the remains of a tiny tablet at the bottom of the glass.  My answer to his offer was a hurried, “No, Adam.  No beer from me.  I will take the water,” and I poured some from the pitcher into my glass.
Adam smiled even more broadly as his hand went into his coat pocket.  He brought out an oyster-white pellet and held it before me as he remarked:
“O.K., Orfeo.  Then how about a very rare champagne?”
Returning his reassuring smile with my own, I took the pellet and dropped it into my glass.  Immediately the water bubbled, turning slowly into the clear, pale amber contained in his own glass.  I lifted the glass a few inches from the table, looking into it with a feeling that this might be the drink I dared not hope for.  The exhilarating aroma rising from it could not be mistaken.  I had tasted and smelled the same liquid before.  I put my lips to the glass and merely let the liquid touch my lips.  That was enough.
“Adam — Adam, I can’t believe it!  Please don’t fool me.”  My sudden excitement had taken me from earth number one to earth number two.  I could feel my whole being swirling into another domain from the mere recognition of the nectar.  I could not control my spiral ascent, nor did I want to.  Adam’s eyes had continued smiling into my own.
“Yes, Orfeo,” he assured me.  “It is nectar.  A mild, diluted form, but the real nectar, just the same.”
I wanted to take a few sips, but just then the waitress brought servings of soup and salad to me.  Up to this moment, in spite of my sudden exhilaration, everything had appeared normal to me.  But I knew that very soon everything would appear differently.  So I tried to evaluate the objects about me as they truly were so I would not lose my sense of orientation when the environment took on an enhanced aspect.
Ah, yes.  No wonder Adam had expected me.  No wonder he seemed so alive and alert.  To him all the surroundings were of a different pace and appearance.  Before I opened the door, he had already come under the pleasant spell of the nectar.
What was more important, he was in the protective care of others somewhere, perhaps nearby, perhaps far off — unseen, and not of earth, nor of our solar system.  Soon I, too, would be engulfed with him.
I thrilled from head to foot as I took the glass, lifted it to my lips, and swallowed twice from it.  At that instant I entered, with Adam, into a more exalted state and everything around me took on a different semblance.  No longer was I in Tiny’s cafe in Twentynine Palms.  It had been transformed into a cozy retreat on some radiant star system.  Though everything remained in its same position, added beauty and meaning were given to the things and people present there.

Angelucci wrote that Adam’s next spoken words were: “In the final analysis, Orfeo, there is only one virtue; the love of pure learning.  And all else is procrastination and dissipation in the eyes of the One who awaits our evolutionary awakenings.”

In a recorded lecture from the same year that this book was published, Angelucci commented, “I wrote a second book Son of the Sun as told to me by a physician, Adam.  He had the same experience [but] much better than mine.  He was able to tell me where they came from.  So I wrote it.”  This book can now be read online, as can be Angelucci’s The Secret of the Saucers (1955) and Ballard’s Unveiled Mysteries.  Another passage from Unveiled Mysteries features an otherworldly liquid involved in a consciousness expanding encounter.  The following excerpt is from Chapter VIII.  An interlude is presented that occurred as the narrator was looking forward to an anticipated reunion with Saint Germain in seven days.

From Unveiled Mysteries

On the morning of the seventh day, I left my lodge at four o’clock and reached our meeting place at ten-thirty.  I sat down on a log to wait with a feeling of wonderful exhilaration, which I knew to be the result of my meditation.  I was so deep within the contemplation of my God Self, I did not hear anyone approaching until a voice spoke to me.
I looked up, and saw an old man with white hair and beard, whom I thought at first sight, was an old prospector, although his clothing was too clean for that occupation.  As he came up to me and held out his hand, that too confirmed my feeling—he was not a laboring man.  We exchanged greetings, chatted for a few moments on generalities, then he turned to me, and said:
“My Friend, I would like to tell you a story.  It won’t take long.  I haven’t told it to anyone for a long time. I would like to try once more.”
By that time I began to have a feeling of intense interest.  It occurred to me he might be thirsty, and as I reached for a cup to get him a drink, from the spring by which we stood, a crystal cup formed within my hand, like the one Saint Germain had held out to me several times.  The old man looked up and with eyes shining and excited, almost shouted:
“It is he! It is he!”
I did not know what to do, so I insisted he drink.  As I looked within the cup, I saw it was filled with the same clear, sparkling Liquid the Master had given me.  The old man grasped it eagerly, and, with an intense expression of the deepest gratitude I have ever seen, drank the contents.  He immediately became very calm and quiet, but with it all a deep, intense sincerity.  I asked him again to tell me the story, and he began by saying:
“My father was a British officer stationed in the Punjab of India where we made our home.  When I was sixteen, he financed a friend who went to South Africa to try his luck in the diamond mines, but my father never heard from him afterward.
“The year I was twenty, a tall, handsome stranger, a man of great wisdom, visited my father at our home. He had come to bring a message from father’s friend.
“‘I bring you news,’ he explained, ‘from the friend whom you financed four years ago.  He met with great success on that venture, in fact became very wealthy.  He has recently passed on at the mines, and left no relatives.  His entire fortune has been left to you and in case of your passing, it is to go to your son.  If you desire, I will take charge of the matter and have it transferred at once.’
“‘I cannot leave India at the present time,’ my father replied, ‘for I am on government duty here.  I appreciate greatly your offer to take care of the matter for me.’  I was standing nearby during their conversation, and when they had completed arrangements the stranger turned to me.
“‘My son,’ he said, ‘when you find the man who will offer you a crystal cup of sparkling liquid you will have met the one—who can assist you in raising the body.  I cannot tell you more than this, except that you will find him on a great mountain in North America.  This may seem vague to you now but it is all I can say.’
“The stranger left, and a month later my father, who had ridden out to adjust certain government matters with the natives was shot, and passed on before he could be brought home.  I was an only son, and after another month, mother and I prepared for our return to England.  Just before we left, the same stranger came again, and said, he was ready to transfer father’s fortune to me.  I explained, father had been shot.
“‘Yes,’ the stranger replied, ‘when I left two months ago, I knew your father would pass on before my return.  I have arranged for the fortune to be transferred to you, or rather to the Bank of England for you.  Here is money you may wish to use on the journey home, also the papers of transfer, and the credentials you will need at the bank.  Present them, and you will receive custody of your wealth.  Much of it is in diamonds of the first quality.’  I thanked him, and offered to pay for his services and kindness but he replied:
“‘Your kind intent is greatly appreciated but that is already adjusted.  I will be happy to accompany you to the steamer at Bombay.’
“The trip revealed to me his great wisdom and beside him I felt like an infant.  I know now that he enveloped me in a Radiation which has stayed with me throughout the years.  He arranged for transportation, accompanied us to the boat, and his last words to me were:
“‘Remember—the “Crystal Cup.”  Seek and you shall find.’
“After a most wonderful voyage, we arrived at Southampton, went on to London, and presented my credentials to the Bank of England.  The official to whom I presented them remarked:
“‘Yes, we were expecting you today.  Here are your bank and check books.’
“I looked at them to see how much my fortune amounted to and was amazed to learn a hundred thousand pounds had been placed to my credit.  Five years later, my mother passed on.  I transferred one half of my wealth to a bank in New York and began the search for ‘the man with the Crystal Cup.’
“I can never repeat the disappointments, the trials, the sorrow I have been through but in the face of everything, somehow I could never give up.  The thing which seems so strange to me is, while I have grown old in outer appearance, my energy and strength are as great as ever, sometimes I think greater, than in my fullest youth.
“In years, I am seventy.  Today, I just wanted to follow this trail, and praise God I have found you.  My desire was so great, it was almost irresistible.”
“But my good man,” I asked, “what am I to do for you?”
“You will know,” he replied, “for I know I have made no mistake.  In the heart of this majestic mountain is a Great Power.  I feel it.  Ask God to show you what to do.”
Suddenly, I felt the “Mighty God-Power” surging forth so strong, it almost lifted me from the ground.  Making the sign Saint Germain had taught me, I called to God for “Light” and raising my hand in salutation said:
“Mighty God in man and the Universe!  We seek Thy Light!  We seek Thy Wisdom!  We seek Thy Power!  Let Thy Will be done in and for this, My Brother, who has sought and found me to do for him I know not what.  Thou knowest!  Manifest Thy Will through my mind and body, and let whatever is to be done for this Brother—Thy Son—come forth.”
As my hand came down, it held the Crystal Cup filled with “Living Liquid-Light.”  I offered it to him, and my Mighty God self spoke again.
“Drink without fear.  Thy search is ended.”
He drank the contents without a moment’s hesitation.  I stepped forward quickly and took both his hands in mine.  Slowly and steadily every vestige of age disappeared from him, and the God in me continued:
“Behold!  Thou art forever free from all earthly limitation.  Ascend now unto the ‘Great Host of Light’ who await Thee.”
Very slowly, he began to rise from the ground, and as he did so, his human garments disappeared, and he became clothed in raiment of glistening white.  I let go his hands.  Then in a voice of deepest Love, he said:
“I shall return to thee, Beloved Brother.  Well shalt thou be repaid for this Transcendent Service.  Thou wert the only one through whom this could be done for me.  Some day, thou shalt see why,” and with a happy smile, he disappeared on a Radiant Pathway of “Light.”
As the Mighty God-Power Within me receded, I was so astounded, I fell on my knees and offered the deepest prayer of my Life in grateful humility and praise for the privilege of giving such service.
I rose and the Master Saint Germain received me into his wondrous embrace.
“My Beloved Brother!” he said, “I am greatly pleased.  Noble and faithful was your attendance upon the Great God Within you.  Beautifully did you receive your Mighty ‘God in Action.’  I do indeed congratulate you.  You will ever be held within Our Embrace, even though outwardly you may not always be aware of it.
“You have become a worthy ‘Messenger’ of the Great White Brotherhood and the Ascended Host.  Hold close to your Mighty God Self.  Thus, you will ever be ready for service wherever and for whatever is required.  My Love enfolds you until we meet again.  I will keep you informed.”
Slowly, I wended my way back to the lodge, every step praise and gratitude to the “One Mighty God” that molds us all into “Eternal Perfection.”

More information about Guy Ballard and Unveiled Mysteries may be read in the concluding portion of this 2012 blog article.
These excerpts bring to mind a lecture I attended in Hollywood on May 20, 2006.  Ramtha was ‘channeled’ by (spoke through) the entranced JZ Knight.  In the lecture that was later given the title “From Suppression to Love and the Power to Change” for a CD recording, Ramtha’s first words were: “Greetings and salutations, you beauteous entities, indeed welcome to this esteemed audience.”  He repeated the phrase several times with slight variations in the choice of words and then said, “Indeed I am honored to have you here.  Let us have a drink to life.  We change the water that it become the living proclamation to which we say.  And then we drink it into the body and the body is given life truly.”

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Chasing Money For Happiness? Watch this video

Happiness is something that most of us are are in pursuit of. Love, beautiful relationships,  fun hobbies and the like are all followed in an attempt to allow happy chemicals to freely flow through us.

The problem is there has been a collective exploitation by advertisers and profiteers at the expense of society. We have been sold the illusion of happiness at a dollar value. This gives a false sense of temporary happiness which can easily be taken a moment’s notice.

The film from Steve Cutts illustrates this perfectly in a hard hitting, powerful animated movie using mazed rats as a metaphor for the capitalist society in the west.

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Our backwards society displayed in these powerful art illustrations

Great artists are always messengers of Truth. They may not speak through verbal language, or even the written word. But through their personal creativity, they are able to communicate deeper thoughts, and feelings, that conventional language often times cannot. And they do this in such a way that their chosen form of expression comes to be known invariably as Art.

With that said, here is a collection of some of the most brilliant modern day art around.

Enjoy!

“ART SHOULD COMFORT THE DISTURBED AND DISTURB THE COMFORTABLE.”

Preaching peace, when the ruling class profit from war, ultimately makes you a target/Artist credit: Banksy

The illusion of choice…/Artist unknown

“Feed me!”/Artist credit: John Holcroft

Athletes have turned into walking advertisements/Artist credit: Luis Quiles

Go to school, study hard, get a good…./Artist unknown

“Here fishy fishy…”/Artist credit: Paweł Kuczyński

Drug abuse is directly linked to escaping pain, and is usually rooted in child hood trauma/Artist credit: Paweł Kuczyńsk

It’s all about business/Artist credit: John Holcroft

Man has allowed the system to become his god/Artist credit: Unknown

Santa’s real elves…/Arstist credit: Paweł Kuczyński

The work of a church, mosque, or temple, should first be to take care of the hungry and forgotten, not indoctrinate them/Artist Credit: Luis Quiles

Most girls are attracted to the worst guys/Artist Credit: Luis Quiles

Stuck in your own bubble/Artist credit: John Holcroft

 

Biggest liars on the planet/Artist credit: Paweł Kuczyńsk

‘Murica!!!!/Artist credit: Pokket Mowse

Our apathy has allowed homeless people to practically become invisible/Artist credit: Paweł Kuczyński

Choose your own path in life or society will choose one for you/Artist credit: Luis Quiles

There is no water crisis, there is only a crisis of greed and apathy/Artist credit: Paweł Kuczyńskii

Slavery comes in many forms…/Artist credit: Paweł Kuczyński

Stop looking for temporary solutions and quick fixes to your problems. You only have so many opportunities to escape your circumstances in life/Artist credit: Paweł Kuczyński

Who really rules the world?/ Artist unknown

The zombie apocalypse is already here…/Artist credit: Steve Cutts

Time waits for no one…/Artist credit: Paweł Kuczyński

We were born to change this cruel world, but then we get brainwashed to serve it/Artist credit: Anthony Clarkson

There is nothing glorious or praiseworthy about war, except the day it ceases to exist/Artist credit: Paweł Kuczyński

It’s all just a game to them, and the people are the one’s that always lose /Artist credit: Luis Quiles

 

“The idea that some lives matter less is the root of all that is wrong with the world.” — Paul Farmer/Artist credit: Paweł Kuczyński

“When exposing a crime is treated as committing a crime, you are ruled by criminals.”/Artist credit: Dran

A politicians promise will eventually end up in the gutter…/Artist credit: Paweł Kuczyński

If you don’t shape your own mind, the system will gladly do it for you/Artist credit: Steve Cutts

“We are born innocent. We are polluted by advice.” — Henry David Thoreau/Artist credit: Unknown

What an ignorant society thinks freedom is…/Artist credit: Steve Cutts

Fascist book and their crusade of censorship disguised as fighting fake news…/Artist credit: Luis Quiles

Perspective…/Artist credit: damnkidyk

Some more perspective…/Artist credit: Larry Torro

An endless cycle of shit… and we just keep eating it up/Artist credit: Steve Cutts

The domino effect…/Artist credit: Mana Neyestani

Rebellion is not what most people think it is; rebellion is when you turn off the TV and start educating yourself and thinking for yourself — Gavin Nascimento /Artist credit: luthyen1

 

If you know of other artists worth sharing, or if you know who the artists for the images listed as “unknown” are, please comment below.

 

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The Mysteries of Death

(This post was originally published on Occultforum by Haelos)

In this contribution, I will share with you the secrets of the Mystery of Death in plain English for all to understand. Do not let the simplicity of my ideas hide the inner secrets. You will be tempted to read this and glance past it without a second thought.

These secrets have come from many sources, including, and not limited to:
The Bardo Thodol (Tibetan Book of the Dead) the “Egyptian Book of the Dead”
several hundred people who have had Near-Death experiences and gone on to write about them Franz Bardon, an adept spiritual practitioner from WWII-era who proved his skill and wisdom to many, including his students Shamanic practitioners who have shared stories of their visits to the otherworlds

When a human body dies, it does not mean the end of their consciousness. As all magicians should know, the Human is composed of three key parts (with the names of these parts differing by tradition); The physical body; The mental, or astral body (your mind) and the Spirit, or soul (The “immortal” body, sometimes excluded).

All magicians should also know the influence of Life Force, Vital Energy, or Qi (Chi, Ki, Prana, etc.) and how it relates to the human body, as well as to life in general.

At the last breath taken in the physical realm, your mental body separates from your physical body and you fully enter into the mental plane. Your Qi follows a specific path out of your physical body,  causing all of your functions to cease. You still retain a link to your physical body until certain key spiritual organs decay.

There are two kinds of Death; Conscious, and Unconscious death. These have varying phenomena after this point.

If you are conscious during your death, you will likely see your body, your gathered loved ones, and anything else in the immediate vicinity. This is all real, and physical, but you are not of a solid form.

If you are unconscious, it is likely you will only see darkness. In reality, you will see the same things as those who are conscious, you just won’t be able to remember any of it, or act with any sense of reason.

After a short time* the dead will come to see a light. This is the light of The Source. It’s blindingly paralyzing, and many, many, many people are afraid of it and what lies beyond. It’s not so much fear of the light as fear of the unknown (or rather, fear of the known unknowing).

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(*Varying sources say different things. Most say this moment could be anywhere from articulo mortis (the moment of death), as long as the time it takes for Rigor Mortis to set in. Anywhere from an instant to 4 weeks or more.)

If the dying person steps into this light, they will immediately incarnate into their next life with the last thought they had in mind (thus shaping their life). You will be taken to a higher or lower plane, as needed, for you to incarnate in. If they are ready, they will transcend and attain Nirvana. In Nirvana, you can either dissolve your consciousness into the source, and “end” your soul incarnation, or you can choose to work with divine providence in shaping reality. Either way, a dissolution of the consciousness occurs, and the mental body is dissolved. Most people who die consciously take these steps into the light and pass on with no issues. Anyone instructed in the science and art of Dying is also quite capable of passing on with ease.

More often what happens, is the dead person is too afraid to go into the light, and instead turns to the side and witnesses what is there. They see other dead spirits, or even their loved ones, traversing the mental plane, and they find familiarity. They get stuck in what many call “Limbo”, which in reality, is simply the astral or mental plane. Excessive weeping and grief from loved ones can bring the recently deceased here as well.

When a dead human lands in the astral plane, the first thing that happens is they are visited by their ancestors, or people they would trust (sometimes this happens in the “intermediate state”, where they are still enveloped by the light of The Source.) They can also meet with spiritual entities or symbols that  they looked to for guidance during life. Generally, these people try to coax you into going with them, and offering you assurance in your path.

For most, this is all that’s needed, as they have some type of religious or spiritual belief that can coincide with such a thing happening.

Some, however, become terrified at seeing all of their dead loved ones, and flee. This usually sets them further back on the path of dissolution.

Over time, as the physical body decays, the link attached to it separates as well. Before, the deceased would likely hang around in a place they knew, or even around the site of their death.  After this link is fully dissolved, they are no longer what you could theoretically consider a human. Their mental body begins the process of dissolution and decay in the same way that the physical body does. It takes a very long time (in linear measurement), and every step is entirely painful for the person. The Bardo Thodol states that this is the time when many demons will come to terrorize you.

Eventually, the mental body will fully decay, and you’ll be left with a tired soul crying for release. Many of these souls return to the “bridge” of the light of The Source and attempt to go beyond it, yet no matter how hard they try or how much they Will, fear overpowers them. (In fact, at any point a person can try to come back to this “bridge” and cross it, but most get stuck there. I’m sure every now and again a deceased person is able to pass without help after previously being stuck.)

From what has been learned by gurus before me, when a person is stuck in the mental plane after death,they are faced with many entities that offer spiritual progression. For this reason, the after-death experience has been known to provide a boost to your spiritual enlightenment. It’s just a matter of whether you retain the knowledge and consciousness or not. As stated above, the first part of this process begins with the positive entities, such as loved ones and Gods, or angels, or whatever else was fancy to you in life. This lasts for about two weeks, according to the Bardo Thodol (if my memory serves correct). The next process, also stated above, will have the dead witnessing all manners of negative entities that will try and terrorize them, while simultaneously providing the biggest jump in spiritual growth possible in this incarnation (provided they can stand to their fear and realize that nothing can hurt them, as they’ve already passed “the final frontier”.)

Soul Recovery

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Something I did not know is that many shamanic practitioners are dedicated to rescuing those souls who get stuck in the otherworlds. They use their trance-states to travel to these realms (often called the Middle or Lower worlds by shamans. Simply two different parts of the astral in the zone near the earth, as taught in Hermetics.) Most of their job involves them simply listening to the last wishes of a spirit. Sometimes they need to attempt to coax the spirit beyond, sometimes they need to simply hold their hand, and nothing more.

Other times, religious dogma holds them back. For instance, I read the story of a soul-retrieval in which a man was being forced to pay a toll to board a boat crossing a river that would lead him to his final destination (The Source), yet he had no coins or money to give. The shaman, who was provided with a small shiny stone by her spirit guide, met with this man and simply offered him the stone to use as payment. He was overjoyed, was able to cross, and transcended. In this way, his own mental constructs were holding him back because of what he believed in life.
As any magician who’s been there knows, the astral plane appears entirely dependent on your perceptions of it. Everything you see is altered and shaped to fit what you can understand. This is not so in a soul recovery. In these instances, you see the astral plane from the perception of the person whom’s “plane” you’re inhabiting (I say this in quotes because it sort of is like a “Personal Heaven”, in that your reality in your area is based only on what you know to be true at some level.)

With this information, you can see why so many yogis in the past have done their best to share with us the secret of dying and how to overcome our inabilities to face Death. Having sat down with Him myself a few times, I can assure you there is nothing but peace, should that be your desire. The big problem is, humans are primal, and on some level, do not want peace, even after death.

It’s our jobs as magicians, mystics, and spiritual practitioners of all walks of life to dedicate time to understand Death, both in the physical and scientific processes, as well as the spiritual processes that take place after most can no longer see. Some may be called on in the future to offer guidance to a passed loved one. Others may simply need to prepare themselves for their own future. The most important thing to remember is that you need to die *consciously*. You need to “remember yourself” at every possible stage of the process, and you need assurance and confidence in yourself and your abilities. After death, you’ve already died, so what’s the worst that can happen? Seriously; The worst thing known to humans happens, and you’re okay? Personally, I wouldn’t take that as a sign that I’m dreaming, I’d take it as a sign that I’m Infinite.

Hopefully those who read this can see the truth behind the mystery and still retain a sense of wonder. Even with all this information, no one really knows what is beyond that light, other than reincarnation (should that be in your path.). Personally, I think that’s the big one to wonder about.

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