Holes In The Veil By: Chris Brethwaite

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I am pleased to feature another guest post.  Chris Brethwaite’s beautiful story about a loved one’s communication from the other side of the veil is remarkable for several reasons.   Please enjoy!  I would love to hear your comments about after-death communications with loved ones.  

There is a flip side to NDEs, ADC – After Death Communication. Rather than a percipient visiting the other side, someone on the other side makes their presence known to the percipient. This can occur in a number of ways – lucid dreams, symbolically (e.g. a rainbow arching over the cemetery on the day of their funeral), synchronicity (e.g. a meaningful coincidence at a meaningful time), sensing the deceased person’s presence, smelling an associated fragrance like perfume or aftershave, hearing their voice, being touched or held by an unseen presence, or seeing them in either a ghostly or solid form.

My first ADC experience took place during my senior year in high school. I had come home late one night from my job at a local pizza parlor, and had gotten a bowl of cereal. After I finished eating, I just sat at the table, unwinding from a long day of school and work. When all of a sudden, I saw and heard the cereal bowl move about four or five inches across the table. I was stunned. I had never witnessed anything like that.

I knew the bowl hadn’t slid across the table on a layer of condensation. We lived in Phoenix, and there was no condensation because of our extremely low humidity. Additionally, the table had a crinkle-like finish, and I actually heard the bowl scrape across the table surface. Not knowing what to make of the experience, I simply went to bed.

Several days later, I mentioned it to my dad. He had something quite interesting to add. A friend of his had recently dropped dead at work from a massive heart attack. One night, and quite possibly the same night I saw the moving cereal bowl, my dad saw his friend’s apparition standing in his bedroom doorway. I remember my dad telling me that the hallway light had been on, and that there was no mistaking who it was. Consequently, I believe it was this man’s soul who moved my cereal bowl. He wanted to make his presence known to me, and chose a simple, non-threatening way to do so.

About three years later my dad passed away from diabetes. About a month after his passing, my sister Maryanne awoke one morning at her apartment to find him standing at the foot of her bed, looking at her. He was only there for a moment, but long enough for her to be freaked out by it. It unsettled her enough that she slept with the lights on for the next couple of nights.

Fast forward to the fall of 2006. I was now living in Kansas City, and working as a humor writer for Hallmark Cards. One night I got a call from my mom telling me that she had gone to Urgent Care, and that they had diagnosed her with some kind of respiratory infection. Unfortunately, after a week or so, she wasn’t any better. So I flew to Phoenix to check on her situation in person.

Two days after I got there, I accompanied her to the pulmonologist’s office. He put her x-rays on the lightbox, and I was shocked to see all these white masses scattered throughout her lungs. The doctor said they could be benign and didn’t seem overly concerned. Her next step was to get a needle biopsy done at a hospital.

I forget all the details, but it wound up being a huge hassle getting the hospital to release the results of her biopsy to me. In any event, I’ll never forget sitting in the hospital parking lot and reading the lab report saying she had stage 4 lung cancer. This seemed unbelievable to me because my mom never smoked a day in her life.

I drove home, walked in her room, and sat on her bed. I then held her hand, and broke the heartbreaking news to her. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do in my life.

About a week later, my sister-in-law, Rena, and I took her to see an oncologist. The three of us waited in an exam room for what seemed to be an eternity while he looked over her medical records. Finally, he came in the room. He said he was sorry, but that my mom’s cancer was too wide spread to be surgically removed or treated with radiation. He added that even the most aggressive chemo would only extend her life a couple months. He said if she chose to do nothing, she’d have about three weeks to live. Rena and I both comforted her. It was not the news we were expecting to hear.

My sister immediately took leave from her job in Denver and flew home. A couple days after she arrived, I flew back to KC to take care of some personal business. While I was home, I picked out a song to play at her funeral. It was “O-h-h Child” by the Five Stairsteps. It had been a Top Ten hit in the summer of 1970. I picked that song because the lyrics made me thinks of NDEs, particularly the line, “Some day, yeah, we’ll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun. Some day, yeah, the world will be brighter.”

We had some odd things happen in the final weeks of my mom’s life. One night I was sitting with her watching her sleep, when I heard her closet door shut. I looked over my shoulder, and saw that it was open. I got up and checked inside, but nothing seemed amiss. Another time, I had just laid down on my bed when I heard the brass bell my mom would ring when she needed something. I was in her room no more than three seconds later, only to find her on the opposite side of the bed from the nightstand where the bell sat. It was obvious she hadn’t rung it. I don’t even think she was awake.

One night my sister was in the living room watching TV when she saw a pen on the coffee table roll 360 degrees for no apparent reason. She hadn’t jarred the table or anything. We pretty much shrugged off these events because we were physically and emotionally drained.

When my mom needed more care than us kids could provide, we admitted her to a hospice. One morning, about two days before she passed, while I was sitting with her, she seemed to see something or someone to my immediate right. There was nothing there but a blank wall. I asked her what she was looking at, but she was no longer able to speak. She had a look on her face of shock and surprise, as though she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. My personal opinion is she had a death bed vision. I’m assuming she saw my dad, or her parents, or an angel standing next to me.  I was happy for her, and found the experience interesting, if not a little bit spooky.

My mom passed away at 1:47 a.m. on the morning of December 6, 2006. She was surrounded by those who loved her the most – me, my sister Maryanne, my brother Terry, and his wife Rena. After the nurse declared her officially deceased. We quietly gathered her possessions and left.

The next afternoon Maryanne and I had to go to the funeral home to finalize the arrangements, and to give them the CD of “O-h-h Child”. When I started the car, “O-h-h Child” was playing on the radio. My sister and I couldn’t believe it. I realize this could be nothing more than a coincidence. However, future events would cast serious doubt on that as an explanation.  In any event, what would come in the months ahead would defy all rationality.

My mom had been a devout Catholic, and if you asked us kids, a very loving and saintly person. She had spent her whole life sacrificing for others. In the months leading up to her death, she had struck up a special friendship with Father Ben, a priest from her parish whose job was to minister to the sick and dying. My mom would frequently tell me that if Father Ben stopped by and she was sleeping, to wake her up. I assured her that I would. When she passed, it was Father Ben who celebrated her funeral mass.

Probably my mom’s one and only hobby was collecting small clocks. They were displayed proudly on a decorative shelf in her living room. I had one clock at my house that was similar to the kind she collected. In fact, I’m reasonably certain she gave it to me. On the one month anniversary of her passing, I noticed that it had stopped working. I figured it just needed a new battery. A couple days later I got around to replacing it. When I went to set the correct time, I realized that it had stopped at the time of her death, 1:47.

For Easter of ’07, my sister and I sent Father Ben a check to help with his ministry to the terminally ill. We knew this was something our mom would have wanted. Shortly afterwards, I received a Thank You card from him. The next day I went out to my garage to put a new license plate frame on her car, which I had driven back from Phoenix.  The moment I set foot in the garage, I smelled votive candles, like you’d smell in a Catholic church. There was nothing in my garage that would smell even remotely close to candles.

Days later I was sitting on my couch reading a book about NDEs and ADC when I suddenly smelled votive candles again. I called my sister to tell her about the experience, and learned that she, too, had smelled votive candles. On the day I received the Thank You card from Father Ben, she had come home from a business trip to Houston, and had smelled them the moment she walked in the door. The smell was strong enough that she asked her then significant other if he had been burning candles for any reason, he said no.

Around the end of June, I experienced the votive candle smell again. I had a potential buyer coming over to look at her car and was busy straightening up the living room, when I suddenly walked into a “solid wall” of candle smell. It was overwhelming. I stopped dead in my tracks and stood there for a good thirty seconds inhaling the scent. Interestingly, this wall of smell was directly in front of my entertainment center, on which sits, the one cherished item I have from my mom – A Kachina doll in a glass case that she received when she retired as a nurse from St. Luke’s Hospital.

Things remained quiet until the morning of November 8th, when my sister called me at work. She told me that while she was getting ready for work, she had opened a compartment on her dresser to take out a piece of jewelry our mom had given her, and had suddenly smelled mom’s perfume. At that precise moment, the TV in her bedroom went gray. She knew she hadn’t lost cable reception because she could still hear the downstairs TV.

She went on to say she had nothing of mom’s that would smell of perfume, and added that it wasn’t even a recent scent, but rather, something our mom would have worn back in the ‘80s or ‘90s. Also, neither one of us could think of any significance to the date. Not that there necessarily had to be one.

That night I called my brother Terry in Phoenix and told him about Maryanne smelling mom’s perfume. I mentioned that we couldn’t think of any significance to the date. He quickly interjected, “I can.” He went on to tell me that he and Rena had gone to court that day to gain legal guardianship of our brother Mark who has severe Down syndrome, and that the guardianship was granted. It was the last piece of unfinished business from our mom’s passing.

This may or may not have a connection to my mom. Everyone can decide for themselves. About a year and a half before she became ill, I bought her a nearly new 2003 Oldsmobile Alero. She was so appreciative that she started crying on the showroom floor. I remember saying to her, “Mom, please don’t cry at the Pontiac dealership.” On a beautiful Saturday morning in November of ’08, I was sitting at my computer, and just for fun, was perusing the used cars on my Ford dealership’s web site. To my amazement, they had a nearly new Mustang for sale at 40% off the sticker price! I couldn’t believe it!  It had only been driven for six months and had 6500 miles on it.

It was a beautiful candy apple red, and everything about the car was as if I had ordered it from the factory myself. I couldn’t get down to the dealership fast enough. I drove it around the block and bought it on the spot. My salesman told me I got the deal of the day. They even had to call a guy in Dallas who was getting ready to fly up to look at it, and tell him it was sold. I couldn’t help but think that my mom just paid me back for getting her the Alero.

On December 6th of 2016, the tenth anniversary of her passing, I had to run some errands. Plugged into the stereo of my Ford Escape is an iPod loaded with 647 songs. The first song that played? You guessed it. “O-h-h Child”.

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Author’s Bio: Chris Brethwaite is a cum laude graduate of the Walter Cronkite School of Journalism and Mass Communications at Arizona State University. Additionally, he holds a Master’s degree in liberal arts from Baker University in Baldwin City, Kansas. He is a long time IANDS volunteer, and former chapter head. He is currently working on a book titled, “A Paranormal Life”.  He can be reached at  ChrisBre@aol.com.

What I’ve Learned from One Year of Blogging

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If You are Prolific, Be Specific. 

After National Geographic interviewed me about my near-death experience, I started this blog. Seventy-nine posts and over 100,000 words later, I’ve learned a few things about blogging.

Being extremely intentional with your posts could help you create a novel.  The manuscript I’ve completed, Healed, sits at 96,000, though the revision process might bump the word count up or down.

If I would have realized I would write that much on my blog in a year, I might have been more focused.  I don’t regret the journey because learning is always exciting.  I’ve enjoyed writing book reviews as much as writing about after-death communications, writing about messages from my NDE as much as reflections about teaching.  This journey has taken me through a wild and beautiful landscape.

Consider Cultural Happenings and the News

Although we do not know which posts will get the most traffic, current events grab the attention of people, especially if you are writing about something that occurred in your area.  Also, being intentional about the world around you and anchoring love in the middle of chaos is a good practice.  The news can focus on the negative, but you can add your light, depth, and insights to certain situations.

Write Something Timely That Helps Others

One of my most popular posts is the post about completing the Medical Medium’s 28-day cleanse.  I wrote this because I hoped that my healing journey might encourage others with similar issues with chronic pain and autoimmune disorders to try the cleanse.  I was one of the first bloggers to document my experience with the 28-day cleanse, and I received a lot of support from Facebook communities devoted to the advice of The Medical Medium.  Facebook groups and Twitter groups can be a way to extend your blog’s reach.

Pay Attention to Those Who Reach Out to You and Pass on the Love

Shareen Mansfield who created OTV Magazine was one of the first bloggers to reach out to me.  I fell in love with many of her posts and the posts of those she publishes on OTV Magazine.  I even felt inspired to write an article for OTV.

Not only did I find supportive Facebook communities dedicated to topics of interest, but I found several wonderful writer’s blogs.  I witnessed several success stories and watched people like Raymond Baxtor take off with The Relationship Blogger this year.

Become a fan of blogs that move you.  Don’t just like posts, take the time to post thoughtful comments.  Create your own community and make it supportive and uplifting.  Consider showcasing the work of other bloggers and writers on your blog.

To My Friends!

Blogging, like social media, can lead to real connections and friendships.  This year, I’ve met angel communicators, NDErs, alien communicators, political activists, protesters, life coaches, health coaches, artists, poets, writers, ministers, college students, hospice workers, hospice volunteers, yoga teachers, meditation teachers, healers using a variety of modalities, mediums, naturopaths, shamans, and lots of people who read blogs.

Thank you readers, and thank you everyone for your emails.  I loved hearing from you whether you have shared your most profound loss, your greatest joy, deepest longing, or your earnest curiosity.  You are the you I was hoping to connect with in blogosphere.  I have a much larger tribe across the planet than I realized.

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What’s in a name?  Sometimes you are your own brand.  When you think Lorna Byrne http://lornabyrne.com/  you most likely think of her communication with angels.

When you think Gabby Bernstein, you most likely think turning fear into faith and living with divine guidance.  https://gabbybernstein.com/

When you think Tony Robbins, you think high intensity motivation.  https://www.tonyrobbins.com/

I simply guessed that after the National Geographic article, which featured a short blurb about my NDE, people would Google “Tricia Barker NDE” or “Tricia Barker Near-Death Experience.”   And they did.  To my surprise, tens of thousands of people used that specific search term.

In retrospect, this might not be the catchiest name for my blog, but it worked to a degree.  Will I change it in time?  Probably.

What should you name your blog?  Something you are happy with long-term.  Your name is not a bad idea if you are working to become a brand.

I hope that when my memoir, Healed, is published readers will think, “If Tricia can experience that kind of divine sense of purpose and healing, then I can certainly live a greater life of divine purpose.”

Be Careful with Your Tags in a Porn-Infested Internet Landscape

I wrote several posts about rape culture and my experience with rape in South Korea.  Unfortunately, some people search “Teacher Rape South Korea Porn” and are directed to my post about being an English teacher, living in South Korea, and experiencing rape.

Porn can be toxic to healthy relationships, and Dr. Robert Jensen spoke about pornography at one of the colleges where I taught English; his message transformed the lives of many young men and women.

The Relationship Blogger caught my attention with his post about porn.  Whatever your level of comfort is with writing about sex, trauma, pornography, or otherwise, realize that tags can filter the wrong crowd to your blog.

On the other hand, if you have a sense of humor, you might use lots of kinky tags for of non-related articles to boost your stats.  “Two Girls Making Out” might direct someone to “How to Complete Your Taxes in Under Two Hours.”  Together, we could start a blogging revolution.

Other Technical Stuff

I have a basic WordPress account, and largely the format has worked for me.  I like the set-up, and the layout.  It is easy to use, and graphics make the posts look nicer.  Would I like a snazzier looking blog?  Sure.  Do I have issues that I haven’t fixed?  Of course.  I don’t even know how to delete the extra category.  I have “book reviews” and “Book Reviews” as categories.  Lol.  Help me!  Somebody…help me.

Lordy, Lordy, Haters and Trolls

Haters and trolls are probably in deep pain and lost in drama.  Don’t be like them.  Don’t write about the confusing, dramatic parts of your life until much later when you have wisdom and serenity.  Write from places where you are solid and can give advice to help others, not when you are bleeding half-to-death because there isn’t much clarity in that state of mind.  Write about a well healed scar and show others how to get through painful situations.

Bless the crap out of people who hate you, and even if some people behave so badly that you think they should come back as a tarantula in their next life or believe they are currently living out a reality as a tarantula in a multi-universe and that is why they are having such a difficult time being human, bless them until they go away and have and awakening far, far away from you.

Remember you only see a small picture, and God sees the entire picture.  Learn to see a bigger picture, and write to win.  Write something so undeniably transcendent that even your haters will nod and turn in the other direction because they know you are helping others.

One of my surprisingly popular posts is one about narcissistic abuse.  I’m not a psychologist, but I’ve experienced enough narcissistic abuse in my life to see the last of my innocence float away and return with understanding and with healing.  If you write about pain, write in a way to bring clarity or healing to a subject.

And if those haters and trolls still come after you, remind them how years of Krav Maga and other techniques have made you not just a fireball, but an atomic force of nature.

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Who Loves You, Baby?

Nobody and I mean nobody will love your baby blog more than you do.  Your pretend soulmate, your wannabe soulmate, your twin flame for a day, the friends who are a godsend for correcting your typos and grammatical errors, your life-long best friend, your new best friend, your favorite ex, your least favorite ex, and even your real, true honest to God in the flesh stand by your side partner for life will get busy and forget to read your blog.  You and God know your blog better than anyone else, so write to delight yourself.  Write to inform or help others who take the time to read your posts. Write something you would be proud of one year or even ten years from now.

Consider Your Top Ten Posts

After you have blogged for a while, take stock of your half-year or year.

Why were some posts more popular than others?  Do you want to make more posts in a similar vein to your most popular posts?

What surprised you about the journey?  What didn’t surprise you?

Take a Break

Why?  Because you can.  Because you might work on something other than a blog for a time.  Because it excites you to take a break.

However, if it feels more exciting to keep blogging, then keep on truckin.

I guess they can’t revoke your soul for tryin.—Grateful Dead

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Top Ten Posts

  1. Excerpt About the Angels
  2. Excerpt After the Angels
  3. My Story as a Rape Victim and a Response to the Sentence for Brock Turner 
  4. Love Letter from God
  5. Messages from My NDE
  6. The Life and Eight Deaths of Ethan Michael Carter
  7. Lucky to Have Died, Lucky to Be Alive
  8. More About the Angels from My NDE
  9. Community College Instructor’s Response to Dallas Shooting

 

The Life and Eight Deaths of Ethan Michael Carter

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I’m excited to share a guest post today.  When I started blogging, I set an intention to find other NDErs who recently journeyed to the other side. My wish was granted when I connected with Ethan Michael Carter who told me about his eight recent deaths due to brain aneurysms.  I feel blessed to be one the first people to hear his story, and I’m pleased to share a few of his insights and afterlife experiences with you. 

I stood beside the brook and let my surroundings wrap themselves around me, warming me in a blanket of their calmness.  The water was a fragile hue of turquoises that fluctuated from deep to feint, much like the light sweep of a painter’s brush.

As it seeped and sneaked smoothly past all obstacles, the aqua even managed to hurdle the rivers boulders too. Twigs span freely as they moved along the liquid carpet, tracing a path from where they were now, right back to the mountain trees from which they originated. The brook flowed over the pebbled riverbed and sounded airy, loud and busy.

In the background, the mountains stood silently in the background, touching the sky with their high reaching majesty. And upon their lofty peaks lay peppered snow, delivered by nature to form elegant halos around the jagged heights.

From an expansive gash in a nearby rock face, a waterfall flowed without end. It looked like a continuous slide of silky-blue that decorated the mountain, highlighted only by the ice crystals that hemmed the water with silver. A distant and heavy sound emanated from the waterfall, sounding like the steady and continuous roll of a hundred drums. Glinting brightly with eye-squinting brightness, the slide of water generously fed the river.

To say I was in awe, would be an understatement.

Taking in a breath of perspective, I looked back at the swirling brook. The run off from the ice made it appear varnish clear and the surface glinted as if dream dust had been scattered over it, giving the water a glassy clarity.

My concentration flickered as some speckled trout drifted under the shady eaves of the bank, flicking their tails with elegant ease. Each time a fly happened to come to close, the trout would explode out of the water with dynamic efficiency. I could see them in almost slow motion, arcing in the air with their glistening bodies, performing their personal ballet in the river; all before landing back in the water with a plunking sound, and darting to the shadowy depths with their catch already stored safely within their bellies. The symphony and grace of the water seemed magical to me in that very brief, yet very meaningful moment.

It was a beautiful moment, but I had no idea where I was.

I did not know where I was, but I knew what I was, I was dead.

This beautiful place was what I call the Other Realm.

This was not my first time here. I had been to this realm many times. Back in Earth’s material world where I had come from, I had been suffering from brain aneurysms. I had had many episodes; some had been severe enough to cause brain bleeds and ruptures. These ruptures and bleeds on the brain had sometimes been so severe that they had caused my organs to shut down, and for me to die.

In total I had suffered 8 of these deaths so far.

Most of them would bring me to a huge house located by a hillside in what looked like Southern California, but was obviously not. I knew this as whenever I would leave that huge house, the inhabitants of the area were beings with faces made of light.

Light would emanate from every one of their orifices, and the light was as bright as car headlights, forcing me to avoid looking directly at them for too long.

On my first few visits, this would cause me great fear and discomfort. But by the fifth visit, I became accustomed to talking to these beings comfortably, if not casually, by addressing their chest regions as opposed to their faces.

The beings themselves looked like we did. Clothed, and with distinct personalities. I guess some people would call them “Spirits” or “Angels” but I prefer the term “Souls” or “Realmers.”

One of these Realmers was a man… being… called Caleb.

He stood tall at well over 6 feet tall, maybe even 7 feet. He wore a black T-shirt, unbuttoned black and white plaid half sleeve shirt, and blue jeans with black work boots. He was well muscled and his forearms revealed lean and sinewy muscle. Both forearms were decorated by a mix of scars and black tribal tattoos; tattoos that played off strikingly against the natural whiteness of his skin. His brown hair was of medium length, and his face — when I could bare to look at the light that he emanated long enough — revealed an unkempt stubble of browny grey. His voice was deep and raggedy, and he had an American accent. He had a very angry demeanor as his default setting, and a dark sense of humor.

I had met with Caleb twice. But it felt like I’d known him for a long time. You see, time means little between this world and the next. Our concept of time being linear is both laughable and simplistic when compared to the Universal understanding that Souls in the Other Realm have. In a lot of ways, our concepts feel like child’s play to them. Our greatest theories seem like the musings of children having tea parties with imaginary friends and just as imaginary food. But, just as we would humor a child, the Other Realmers view us with love and compassion; with an understanding of our misconceptions that is enlightening.

Each time I had died on Earth, my heart had stopped between 3 to 7 minutes (our time).  However, each of those minutes had felt like weeks to me, weeks spent in the other realm.

Caleb was a warrior Soul. And one that could appear to me in any way that he chose.  I had not known this on our first meeting and this fact was introduced to me in a very harsh and painful way.

Before meeting Caleb, I had encountered Realmers of peace and tranquility. Each previous death experience that had brought me to this realm had brought me warmth, compassion, fun and laughter.

But my first meeting with Caleb was very different. On my first meeting with him I was beaten so badly that I thought I may have found myself in “Hell.”

However, it turned out, or he told me after beating me, that his purpose was to address my fears and weaknesses — all with the aim of strengthening me. I also found that with Caleb, you must earn the right to enjoy your surroundings; something only earned by facing and conquering a fear.

Below I have listed some of the lessons that Caleb has taught me recently and my reflections on them.

Fear is restlessness, and restlessness is the enemy of peace.

Makes a lot of sense really. Fear is a trigger and takes you out of the moment.  It forces you to focus on your physical and emotional reaction to it.  You can’t expect to have peace within a moment if you are unable to observe a moment, especially if you’re too busy being a puppet to fear.

If you act with only the result in mind, you will fall and you will fail.

On the surface this may sound like nonsense because there are countless examples of where someone wanted something, endured obstacles, but their desire of the end result kept them motivated until they got what they wanted.

However, I feel this statement holds true because the expectations of an end result can often discourage and downplay the process in getting there.

For example:

Rather than setting an end result of say losing 15 to 20 pounds of weight in a month and then gauging our success on whether or not that was accomplished, wouldn’t it be easier to just choose to begin to take care of our bodies by working out? Therefore, adopting a healthy lifestyle and putting our focus on the journey and not the destination. This way we alleviate pressure and fear (see above) and create habits that will naturally lead to weight loss (or whatever you desire) in a more natural way.

Stale thinking, will hurt you.

Who told you that you’d fail in your own business? Who told you that you just couldn’t learn a language, or travel? Who told you that you can only jump at a certain height, or that you’re just not “lucky” or “talented” to do the things you want?

Whoever told you these things/ planted these ideas in your head; did they set them in stone within your heart and soul?

Too often we let past results dictate what our mind and bodies can achieve.

Understand that who you were, doesn’t have to be who you are. Our lives and our existences are all in constant motion, so make sure you are too.

You can and should be — evolving.

Rushing kills enjoyment

Having a rushed/ busy mentality prevents us from experiencing the moment.

We all lead busy lives. Lives that often result in us multi-tasking (eating on the go, talking while we work, etc.)

This lesson from Caleb enforced the importance to take time to fully experience one thing at a time. No matter how mundane or complicated the task we might just be surprised by how much it has to offer when we fully give ourselves to it.

Cowards fear defeat.

Don’t run away from defeat; in fact, stop evaluating everything as a win/ loss, or success/ failure.

In the human experience, we take something out of everything. It just seems to be a lot easier to value and enjoy what we take when it gets coupled with a favorable result. Imagine we didn’t evaluate all of our results and instead focused on what we took from the experience regardless. That would mean we would always be learning, and doing so without attachment to results.

Lead your thoughts.

Most people are led by their thoughts and therefore are actually a slave to them.

It is important to observe your thoughts, and be aware of them because thoughts are POWERFUL.

We are creative beings in this realm and in the Other Realm. The essence or building blocks of that creativity are found in our thoughts.

The thoughts we have become magnetized and will attract like thoughts, situations and experiences into our lives. So it is of vital importance to keep your mind aimed on only (ONLY) the things you desire, else you will attract that which you do not desire.

So, taking charge and leading your thoughts, is a very profound step.

Blindness to life

“There is never anything going on,” or “life is boring.” How many times have you thought and felt like this?

We’ve all experienced this at times to varying degrees, but the truth of the matter is that even in the most boring of moments there is plenty going on. Next time you find yourself “bored” take the time to truly observe your surroundings. Take the time to realize that your very existence alone, is a miracle in itself.

Thinking like this (leading your thoughts) will bring very interesting and exciting things into your life.

Everything has a purpose.

Even the most difficult, challenging or emotionally engaging experiences in life have a greater purpose and servitude to our existence. It’s our choice whether we want to look internally and find it, or continue to dwell on the outward experience it created.

It’s ok to die, as long as you lived.

Death does not equal sadness. Sadness equals the fact that some people never live.

A lot of people find a great deal of peace and strength in death.

For many people, death is a lot more of a profound experience than what many of us call daily life.

This is can be for two reasons:

  1. They realize that life is not limited to this current form and realm
  2. They just plain old have had enough of life

Unfortunately, many more people succumb to number 2, than they do to number 1.

You must live life and not let it slip by while you’re too busy existing.

Never give up what you love.

Don’t give up what you love, find love in what you do. The idea of giving up something that you love only stems from a disappointment in how it has worked out thus far. Rather than letting the past bury you, find the love in what you do and realize that no matter how it plays out, it is a part of you.

“What if I can’t?” is futile.

That’s the future, throw it out. All we have and can impact is this moment. Why would we let thoughts about a future moment hold us back from doing something that in this moment we would like to do.

Our “wants” are what hurt us.

Getting caught up in wants leads to nothing but suffering. When we don’t get what we want, we define this as “suffering.”

When we do get what we want, we quickly suffer because we can’t hold onto it as it either slips from our grasp or loses its previous value shortly after we attain it.

 

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Ethan Michael Carter has worked as a professional ghost writer, author, fight choreographer, and stage actor.  Currently, he works as a screenwriter. Check out more of his fascinating biography here.  And if you would like to read more about his afterlife experiences, here is a recent post  on his blog https://livemorethanyouexist.com/

You can also follow him on Twitter

 

Photograph of stream by Alan and Marcia Socolik   http://alan-and-marciasocolik.pixels.com/

 

 

 

Recent Interview and A Few Thoughts about Prayer

I loved talking with Jannecke Øinæs in a recent interview, and she challenged me to think about concepts in new ways.  In other posts, I’ve briefly mentioned the prayers I felt during my near-death experience, but I wanted to write more about prayer.

Prayer:  One of the saddest questions I’ve been asked by a reader of my blog is from someone wondering why prayer does not work in some cases. Prayer isn’t a way to manipulate reality; instead, it is more like a gentle, healing wind.  When my spirit was out of form, I felt the prayers of people I knew, and the prayers that moved me the most were the ones that were full of love.

Maybe the best that we can do when we pray is to pray with deep, unconditional love and to pray for the highest good in any situation. Even if our vision of world peace and a deeper connection to nature is at odds with the world around us, even if we don’t have the power to immediately shift the world to a better place, we can embody the type of love we want to see and send this love to the world with our prayers.

This isn’t easy after tragedy, but the best stories are the ones that make us cry with a rare form of joy and awe.  We are amazed by people who overcome incredible odds.  We are amazed when love wins in the darkest of situations.  I was surprised recently to see Tony Robbins talking more openly about the abuse he survived growing up, and how this abuse motivated him later to help others.  In an article in Men’s Journal, he reveals,

“I really stopped feeling sorry for myself. I stopped blaming my mother for everything that was wrong in my life. She was addicted to alcohol and prescription drugs. She also was abusive and would smash my head into a wall or fill my mouth with liquid soap until I threw up because she thought I was acting out of line. I never talked about her while she was alive, and I still love her to this day. The fact is if my mother had been the mother I hoped for, I wouldn’t be the man I am proud to be today. All of this is inside me somewhere, driving me to visit 14 countries in a year and work 50 hours on a weekend. I suffered so much, I didn’t want anyone else to suffer and I was obsessed with finding answers. Now I am obsessed with having the answers and sharing those answers.”

Robbins also talks about the books that influenced his thinking, as well as his newest book.

How does prayer help others?  It can give a lonely wanderer strength to make it to an oasis.  Prayer can be the wind that carries the drunk safely home.  Prayer can be a message to someone departing the planet like a secret note.  It can be a nod of farewell or greeting, a bow of respect, or a heart shaped text from one mind to another.

I never liked listening to pompous, showy prayers spoken out loud in the churches I grew up attending. Even as a child, it was obvious to me that the majority of those prayers were about the ego of the one speaking.  The one praying wanted others to see how much of the Bible he knew by heart.  If the child wasn’t impressed, then there probably wasn’t much unconditional love attached to the prayer.

As a child and as an adult, I was moved not only by authentic prayers, but authentic deeds. I was always motivated and moved by those who transformed pain into a mission to help others.  Robbins is a good example of that kind of mission.

Can we pray for angels to assist in certain situations?  I know we can and should pray for their assistance.  At different times in my life, I’ve been gifted the sight to see how many angels are around us all, and there are so many of them.  To not call on angels is to miss out on a great resource.  My angels were assistants in my surgery, and angels are available to us in dramatic situations and ordinary situations where we sometimes struggle.  The medical medium suggests calling on specific angels for specific needs.

Why are some prayers answered and not others? Everyone struggles with this question, and the angels say to simply not struggle.  When you are in a state of love, you are doing great things for your own physiology and psychology.  The outcome is not as important as the act of being in a state of love and connection like a flower blooming.  Reach for the sun, reach for your own nourishment, and shine. Be aware of the process of life, and send great love into the world.

Certainly, studies have proven that meditation and prayer can reduce crime when enough people are consistently anchoring that kind of peace in the world.  You may not immediately see your prayer’s effects, but some tragedies might be avoided because of the authentic, loving prayers you pray.  Light may dawn in the lives of those who would not have otherwise awakened.

Energy Connoisseur & Energy Giver

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Good energy workers are valuable and can facilitate tremendous emotional and physical healing in people; however, there is not a ranking system for analyzing their abilities, expertise, and beauty.   Though I am broaching this subject with lightness, I do think the world could benefit from energy connoisseurs.  Much like sommeliers who have an extensive knowledge and understanding of wine and make recommendations based on budgets and personal tastes, energy connoisseurs could offer suggestions to consumers.

I would sign up for that job.  I would love to travel around the world to visit energy workers and review the experiences with an interested audience.  I can imagine suggesting good pairings and coining new, descriptive terms.  Many years ago, I giggled when I heard wine described as “leathery” because terminology like that fascinates me.  I could imagine saying, “Her energy work is luxurious, munificent, and salubrious,” His work pulls in the multi-layered knowledge and love of the universe in colorful waves,” or “Her work is effulgent and effervescent with a slight twinge of giddiness.”

To paraphrase a friend of mine, the most effective healers know that they have a team of angelic entities working with them and have access to all knowledge for what is needed in certain situations.  Being an effective healer means reaching for humbleness and becoming one with the energy instead of claiming it as their own and taking credit for healings.  In other words, being a clear channel of healing energy/love/knowledge from God is the most important factor in any healing session.

Energy Connoisseur:  I was born sensitive to energy, but my near-death experience has made me extremely aware of the subtleties and nuances of energy work and energy blessings.  I have been amazed by certain people’s skills and highly disappointed, even disgusted in a couple of instances.  Though my experience might differ from another’s experience, the intent to categorize the skill levels of energy workers would mainly be done to help people.  Wines have a ranking system, so why not rank energy?

50-59 (Flawed) There are energy healers who have reached a level of fame who have lost their gifts along the way.  Although some energy workers are like a good wine and improve with age, not all of them do.  I am not going to call anyone out in this post, but I can say with certainty that I have worked with someone who may have been a miraculous healer and one point in his life but has little to no energy behind his expensive work now; he did not even have a kind demeanor.  There are also those with much intellectual knowledge about spiritual practices but have negative or manipulative identities.

60-79 (Flawed but Might be Used on Occasion) There are those working as healers who work with an open heart and basic common sense, but they are not utilizing much actual spiritual energy.  Additionally, some energy workers who do work with spiritual energy might be compromised because they are not skilled at setting aside their egos and operating from a pure divine flow of universal light and God-consciousness for clients.

80-84 (Above Average to Good) There are healers with only a few years into their various practices of Matrix Energetics, Pranaic Healing, EFT, Reiki, TheataHealing, Tong Ren Therapy, Emotion Code, or Qi Gong who enter the practice with passion and commitment.  They might do very good work, but they may not receive any recognition beyond their community and could benefit from a bit of publicity.

85-90 (Good to Very Good) There are healers who are life-long learners and connoisseurs themselves.  These healers combine passion, knowledge, skill, and expertise.  They are focused on their client’s needs and highly intuitive as well as in touch with healing, spiritual energy.  These skilled energy workers would also benefit from greater publicity.

90-94 (Superior to Excellent) You might not be able to schedule an appointment easily with superior to excellent energy workers because word of mouth can spread quickly.  That said, I would love to offer a perspective on those who have skills, which might benefit certain clients.  A high price does not always mean a highly-gifted energy worker, just as a high-priced wine does not always equate with the best wine for a particular dinner. However, in some cases, it might be worth waiting for someone with the skills that match specific needs.

95-100 (Benchmark and Classics) Some energy workers and blessing givers have reached a level of fame that draws large crowds.  The Medical Medium gives light blasts to his crowds, and Braco heals with gazes.  I haven’t seen Braco in person, but I have watched Ann Albers, who has been called to continue Braco’s healing through her gazes online.  In one session, I felt beautiful healing from an emotional wound that occurred many years ago.  Life confirmed this healing in real time by facilitating a conversation I hadn’t had with someone in over twenty years.  Although everyone might report a different experience through healings like these, a connoisseur might be able to dissect the type of energy transferred.  Through Ann, I felt an essence of pure love radiated into my life, and this pure love is something we all need more of in our lives.  Love is always healing.

Amma, sometimes called the hugging saint, transmits love to people and individualizes her energy to match what is needed from the person she hugs.  Additionally, she gives an energy which facilitates enlightenment.  I’m not saying that one hug from Amma grants complete enlightenment; rather, the energy that she transfers allows for the receiver to disconnect with his or her individual self to feel the bliss of unconditional love and connection to others.   This might be for a split second, the length of the hug, or for hours/days afterwards.

For several minutes after receiving a hug from Amma, I felt my soul connect briefly to millions of other people across the globe, possibly the other people who have received a hug from Amma.   I didn’t feel any type of healing energy, but I did feel an energy of connection to others in a profound way.  Disconnecting from the self through meditation is healing, and receiving this gift from Amma is in itself healing.

I don’t want to get into controversies or the background of any energy worker.  I’m not the type of person who is in danger of becoming a “devotee” of anyone.  I simply like to experience various energy experiences, and I’m open-minded.  I’ve been blessed to meet and experience many others besides Amma, and I hope to write more about these experiences in future posts.

Personally, I’m also a huge a fan of energy work backed by science.  People like Joseph Pierce Farrell have created a bridge between science and spirituality and helped many people see the potential of energy work in the lives of people in great need. His book Manifesting Michelangelo shows how we all have the ability to manifest on the level of the miraculous.

A modality like Nucca Chiropractics is highly healing and is also backed by scientific principles.  Some practitioners seem to work on an energetic level as well.  Psych K and Emotion Code make great sense to me based on psychological principles.  For those who are skeptical of energy work without a specific modality connected to this work, you might want to research all the many different types of modalities categorized under integrative medicine.

Lighthearted, Energy Givers: You don’t have to be a professional energy giver to give beautiful energy to this world. I love positive, uplifting people, and I enjoy being one of those types of people whenever possible.  Happy energy givers live our days with an intention to make others feel more peaceful and lighthearted.  Energy never lies and can’t be faked though.  To quote my friend again, “…it carries a specific code and resonance which is decipherable through awareness.”

You can fulfill a mission to be an energy giver with serious intentions or just through being you.  You can give others honest compliments, silly jokes, and the occasional singing or dancing at appropriate and inappropriate times.  Some silly, dancing energy givers like Matt from “Where the Hell is Matt” have made quite a big splash on YouTube.  Happy people make us happier.  In many ways, finding your bliss allows others to find theirs too.

Whatever the case, I wish you all much bliss and happiness.  Be your wild and funny selves, and don’t fear the energy.  Just drink it up and pass the good stuff on with honest, kind reviews of your experiences.