Month: August 2018

No One Need Ever Be Cut Off From The Source

/ Tricia Barker, Author of Angels in the OR / 3 Comments

Update on 1/19/19:  My memoir, Angels in the OR: What Dying Taught Me About Healing, Survival, and Transformation, can be pre-ordered now. It is a #1 new release in several categories.  I would love it if you helped me make near-death experiences more mainstream.

Wouldn’t it be great if the Information Age became an age of greater enlightenment, love, and healing?

I am moved by stories like the Same Kind of Different as Me— stories where people grow spiritually and contribute deeply to the lives of others.  It is a wonderful experience to see how love and knowledge can alter another’s path in beneficial ways.

If everyone accessed their POWER to make a difference in this world, the world would be transformed quickly.  But, as things are, there are layers upon layers of fear, misinformation, sullenness, codependency, addictions, lack of community, and distrust.

Fear and and anxiety is growing in younger populations at epidemic rates.  One study found that one in three children meet the criteria for an anxiety disorder.  I don’t blame these young people for feeling anxious.

Children and teens see clearer what is obvious–things look like they are a mess. Too many of us are are disconnected from nature, disconnected from one another, and disconnected from direct access to The Source which is as free to us as the sunlight is free.  No one need ever be cut off from this unconditional love and freedom.

How many people feel great love and gratitude for each breath that they take?   Several times throughout the day I am deeply grateful to be alive.  Even when my heart is breaking, when grief is raging through me like a waterfall and I am drowning—I reach for that next breath and find the solution.  No amount of love is ever lost or ever forgotten.

Personally, I enjoy taking time to sit under a tree for hours.  There is much release that happens simply by doing nothing outdoors or exercising and playing outdoors. I think our ancestors would be shocked and disappointed in us for losing touch with something so basic.  We need nature. We are nature.  We are not electronic or robotic.  When a person becomes cut off from his or her natural self, he or she can no longer see the truth—only images, delusions, and the mind’s paltry manifestations that dance into broken realities.

Nothing is needed but water, air, substance, and the flow of the divine love which washes away anxiety, fear, stagnation, and depression in others and in the self.

You are light beings. You are vibration. You are incredibly sensitive and worthy of good, safe lives.  And, when you know that you have light in your soul and a connection, you must turn on the lights in the places of darkness, not to your own detriment but in the places and the ways that you can.  You can always do more than you think you can do, and you can find that power in the divine.

I didn’t think I had the bravery to make one video on a public format like YouTube, and two years later I have connected with so many beautiful souls who have told me their stories and journeys near God.  I have faced criticism and bullying (apparently women are bullied at high rates on social media), but I have also met far more people who have offered their wisdom and joy to me.  I have connected with people who enjoy my channel.  The channel exists free of charge and ads, simply to add some light (knowledge, love, insight, wisdom, peace, or healing) into the world.

A genuine wish for the inner freedom, happiness, bliss, peace and joy of all living beings is one of the freest and easiest things to give.  Why not wish that for every soul you encounter?  Do that as a practice, and then add actions to it and the world will change.

Beautiful ideas can be released into the world with ease like butterflies finally emerging and flying delicately in the sky.  Take good care of the goodness and beauty in this world.  Take good care of the goodness and beauty inside of you.

“The Word says God don’t give us credit for lovin the folks we want to love anyway. No, He gives us credit for loving the unlovable.”
― Denver Moore, Same Kind of Different as Me: A Modern-Day Slave, an International Art Dealer, and the Unlikely Woman Who Bound Them Together

Songs of the Living and the Dead

/ Tricia Barker, Author of Angels in the OR / Leave a comment
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When I try to combine the beautiful, otherworldly experiences of the afterlife to the experiences of living, I am reminded of William Blake’s Songs of Innocence and Experience, especially the “Chimney Sweeper” whose dreams tell him that the great suffering of his life will be erased in the bright green hills of heaven, and he will play with the other children who have died. The innocence of his perspective brings some healing to the great tragedy of his short, brutal existence.

Part of heaven is always with us (no matter what we survive), and that perspective of great love and innocence is ours to keep.  After acts of violence, heartbreak, and loss, most people do their best move on and fit themselves into the machine of living.  It is important to remember that the amount of healing the world needs is as infinite as the love that is found on the other side.

Since my NDE in 1994, I have heard some people from on the other side speak after their deaths.  I kept these poems private, wondering if they might offend family members of the deceased.

But, hey, this is poetry we are talking about, so the chances are good that about five people besides other poets might read them, and I am not typically someone who backs down from a challenge.

Medium readings are meant to give comfort to family members, and these poems work in the same way to offer comfort and wisdom.

A year and a half after my near-death experience, I was at U.T. finishing up classes when I heard that Yitzak Rabin had been assassinated.  I went directly into meditation, and this is partially what I heard from him.

Perhaps these poems will lead to more questions than answers, but poetry is a fine medium to use to bring in the messages from the beyond.

Milk and Honey: Yitzak Rabin Speaks Minutes After His Assassination

“We should not let the land, flowing with milk and honey, become a land flowing with blood and tears. Don’t let it happen,.” –Yitzak Rabin 

Oy Gevalt, I am struggling with being dead.
We spend our lives checking our watches,
riding upwards on an eternal escalator,
and then suddenly we are not visible
and can assess our contribution to humanity.

What you read of my accomplishments
does not capture how I felt
or what and who I loved.
My immortal moment was no more
than the forcing of a little boy to shake hands with his enemy.
I became a magnet to my opposite—
life to death, and then I merged with death.

We spend our lives planning ourselves
only to wad up the notes,
the grand outlines, and the photos in a fist.
We do not control all the factors
to color in our wishes as we want them.

Sometimes, they must sit above our heads
as clouds that change and blow away.
It is how it must be.
I have tapped out my dance,
and the dark curtain now hides my face.
You will know only what they tell you.

My role is no less
no more
than another’s role.
Listen to your drama teachers
because it takes all the players to orchestrate
a moving production.

I look up, and I look down
as everything spins away from this blue world.
The joy here will render you
both heavy and light.

Walk slowly my dears
and appreciate everything.
I touch eternity now
the way a new born child reaches
toward the light
fresh with possibility.

© Tricia Barker, 1995

“Yitzhak Rabin (1 March 1922 – 4 November 1995) was an Israeli politician, statesman and general. He was the fifth Prime Minister of Israel, serving two terms in office, 1974–77 and 1992 until his assassination in 1995. In 1992, Rabin was re-elected as prime minister on a platform embracing the Israeli–Palestinian peace process. He signed several historic agreements with the Palestinian leadership as part of the Oslo Accords. In 1994, Rabin won the Nobel Peace Prize together with long-time political rival Shimon Peres and Palestinian leader Yasser Arafat. In November 1995, he was assassinated by an extremist named Yigal Amir, who opposed the terms of the Oslo Accords.”