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Frozen In Time
No mere astral projectionist was I. As I looked down, I saw my physical body, suspended, frozen in time. I
was seeing, not in an astral body, but through it. My astral form gently hovered approximately one
hundred and fifty feet above the ground. It had a cloudy, milkish-white appearance. The strangest thing of
all was --- it had no feet; as if I were an amputee from the ankles downward. I had perfect vision, perfect hearing --- Perfect! The longer I stayed, the further and deeper I went, reaching out into limitless space and time. So that after awhile, neither space nor time existed; and neither did I have a body. I was 'Pure Mind'.
My Archangel
After breaking up into thousands upon thousands of points of lights, I began to see a man --- and more
that a man. He was huge beyond belief --- just like a star constellation. He was galaxies upon galaxies
away and yet so near I can still feel his presence. He was studded with silver stars and clad in white
raiments. And his figure began to change; first becoming a nine year old boy, then a young but mature
Grecian, then a middle aged man, then an old man, and finally an ancient man of three hundred years.
Now this is very hard to explain to anyone who has not had this experience, so that I wish to stress to you,
one thing. These were not different people, but the same being changing. And he spoke to me. I will never
forget his answer to an inner question of mine, a kind of inner directive. "Follow the road," he said, "and when you get to the fork in the road, you will know the right way to go."
Celestial Music
As I listened, to my Archangel, my man of wisdom, I could hear this beautiful celestial sound. It was like a
choir of angels singing on the breath of a wind. An indescribable melody was it. It appeared to me to be
all sounds rolled into one harmonious tone. It was the sound of planet earth. A sound that only a mystic
knows. When I looked downward, I could see everything! --- into people's homes, into their minds, into
their very souls. Whatever I thought of was magnified a hundred times fold. Nay, a thousand times fold. If I
thought of a leaf, I saw all leaves. If I thought of a life, I saw all life. If I thought of a death, I saw all death.
Such was the nature of this nirvanic experience.
Divine Lady
Suddenly, I heard another voice, a softer feminine voice. Her position was in direct opposition to his. He
pointed west, and she toward the eastern skies, while I faced inward at one hundred and eighty degrees
to both. I have come to identify her voice only as my dear sweet Divine Lady. She said, that it was time to
go back. "I don't want to go back, I like it here," I responded telepathically. "You are overstaying your
time," said she. "You must go back." "But how? how? --- go back where?" I said, "I don't even know how I got here." "Besides, I don't want to go back, I like it here," I repeated. "Think," she said, "think of the ones you love." And I thought, but still nothing happened. "You must try harder," she commanded in her quiet melodious tone. "Concentrate." And I did!
Before my vision stood as dancing spectacles, every living soul on this planet, from the beginning of
time till the end: babies, and life; and the culmination of age and disease, disaster and famine. It was all so
beautiful! Each life, each happening, was enshrined in a tiny little caplet, especially coded and engraved
with divine purpose. At the time, I called them bubbles. But now, now I know better. They were the points
of light, and united they formed the crystalline sea. They are what Easterners call prana, and what Moses called manna. Christians call this same kind of spirit-life, the 'Bread of Life'. It is Spirit energy and the stuff that 'Mind' is made of.
Rain
Breaking away from that magnetic pull, was one of, if not thee most difficult thing I have ever had to do in
my entire life. One does not refuse a request from a Lady in violet and silver. Concentrate I must, and
concentrate I did; until finally an enormous overpowering feeling filled my being. The only way I can
describe this to you is in these words: If I could have cried, I would have rained on the whole world. It was
that powerful. And I thought, I must go back, for They are all my Children. Definitely, not an eleven year old's thought. It would not be until some twenty odd years later that I would finally come to the realization: I was hearing through Her Voice; feeling through Her heart; seeing through Her tears; and in that precise moment --- I WAS HER! Then, ever so slowly, I began to slip back into the conscious reality of this world. Realizing I had very little time left, I made one last agonizing cry, pleading with Her. "Please," I said, "I want to come back here, how do I get back? how do I get back?" --- "Just think of it," she said, "just wish it." It was enough. I was inside my body once more.
The entire episode could not have lasted more than a fraction of a second. Yet from the other side, it
seemed more like twenty minutes. Could you imagine that, twenty minutes that spanned the millennium.
And I sighed and thought, wow! someday I'm going to understand all that. Once I regained full wakeful
consciousness I began to lose touch with all that I had just experienced. Except for random thoughts, it
could not be retained. I was left with: Well now, Kathy, that is one hell of an imagination you have. It was
over!
Never again would I be the same person, because deep down in my soul, I have never forgotten that
experience. Little bits and pieces keep on floating back to the surface. It has never been complete. My
search, my reality has always been to bring down to conscious recall as much of that experience as I
possibly can. In a way, writing this essay is an attempt to help facilitate that lifelong process.
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