It wasn’t until I arrived home inside this body on Earth, that I realized I chattered all the time (up) there.
Why did I chatter?
Nervous, I guess. It was different there, from everything I had heard, and parts were dark, parts were gigantic (the universe), and parts were isolated and lonely. no one met me, but these beings who were not human.
Recalling my time (no such thing s a timeline there) or period spent with non-earth beings, I talked to them, all the time. I had questions, I had loneliness, I had the need to be loved and accepted, I felt singled out and scared that I wasn’t saying the right thing, that I wasn’t being heard, and that I wasn’t in the right place (not like heaven or hell” but truly landed “there, wherever “there” is.” It felt like the tunnels at Disney Parks where the employees pass underground while working. The beings looked at me with huge mysterious eyes, just like alien 👽 eyes.
They inspected my non physical body and my mind. They did not speak using their mouths or voices. Their communication was mind to mind. I picked it up, though I wasn’t necessarily fast in learning. But… I did learn and I held the information well. I applied what I learned. And, I know they were pleased with me because of my abilities to learn.
But, back to the chattering, and this is important, because I often think about this happening, and there are always new understandings about what transpired and why and how… etc.
I noted they didn’t participate in chattering and as I asked my many questions, such as, “why didn’t I have tunnels, lights and angels? Wasn’t I good enough?” They never answered me. In fact, I answered myself and thought they responded. They did not, but they allowed me to think that or think anything that I wanted. They changed non of my questions, nor gave me the answers… why? Well, the answer came much later. The reason they did not respond is because we are in our lives to figure out things alone. Why? Because when we learn it this way, it’s faster, more effective, and our beliefs and knowledge are stronger. They do not interfere for these reasons. And, they are strong, and won’t break the rules.
Now, please know, I had my guide, whom I drew an image of, and he/she (gender unknown), was always supportive and caring, but NEVER gave me an answer, nor told me how to do life. Nope. With the beings eyes, I could sense that I was/am on track with my life and progression.
The chattering is a first dimensional conversation that is formed by nervousness an anxiety. Often, the one ,uttering the words is unaware of their ramblings. It is useless communication except it relieves stress. It might create more anxieties. But, it is the utterances of someone who is experiencing unfamiliar territories, especially in the afterlife.
Robert Ray, I had you in mind when I wrote this. Something we talked about. Hope you enjoy this.
Once upon a Time
A garden of many species of living things were flourishing. There was mostly peace, yet suffering from about, was observed. A blueish vibrant covering from an atmosphere suspended. Waves of oxygen and waters painted the canvas of imagination. Birth, life, and death marked these dim timelines. More than one line of living highlighted, the long origins, of the gardens. ‘Twas a gift given, testing the living, to honestly see. Intelligence, bigotry, wars, crimes and loves would adorn souls. Proudly standing erect, gloating wealth, their truths unfolded. Killing the innocent, when craving hungers, was devilishly bold. Guides, watched from afar, not wanting to step onto the garden’s workers. Are we useful and good and honestly worthy to have gold… hmm? Do we present ourselves, as gods everyday… dare we enquire? What is man to god, and god to man, am asking, truly, humbly afraid. Standing, beside our works and thoughts, our plans and the goals. Wonder, would this be enough, to show them, all of our love? I mean, the animals who love us, despite our wants of eyelashes long? The meat on our plates, without saying thank you … is what a shame. Children starving, wearing dirty diapers, just … somewhere else. Men saying vulgarities, of women’s private parts, in vein manners. Women marrying without love, for the sake, of her shopping. Children playing with guns, knives and bayonets, are frightening. And hunger and thirst, without bread, on a barren wobbling table. And the sky above the garden still looks apparently, lovely. To one who is safe and rightfully pleasant, in the weeds, of the garden. And the hare nibbles the carrots 🥕 on sunny days, while watching others. Nothing is safe under the stars ✨ of the living lab 🔬 within the estate. Watch your back, you have no friends, when the government plunges. Yet they scout, from up above, seeing any innocents. Waiting, for the day, wiping their arms, over the sand pile. Starting new, starting fresh with AI, instead of the breathing. And the fetology fertilization was thrown, into the fires 🔥. The humans created, for them, artificial intelligence. Despite the knowledge, that all was lost, under the bluish covering. And all was well, once again, in the timeline, of earths living. And the blue bird 🐦 still sings, well into the mornings. The AI only cares because, it was told to do so. And the monkeys were freed, from all the circuses. The lions 🦁 and tigers ran untamed again, in the jungles. The whales 🐋 swam unworried, about perfumed blubber.
The human invention was laid to rest, outside the garden.
And peace was sung, in the gardens, of earths loving blessings.
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I must give my opinion, and it involves the word “god.”
In my NDE last year, there was never any one entity that held the title of “God/god/gods” and that singular word is absolutely to small. I actually explained this concept to two Hebrew authors and one Interpretor who was trying to pinpoint the true meaning of “God” in their texts.
The universes have no known beginning nor start nor ending, that we know of, correct? The human idea of “God” is the one who created everything, are you still following me? So, if we know this, then our entire concept of who and what “god” is changes.
“He” no longer is the grand creator of the universes. And now, knowing this we can bring our ideas and concepts of “God” to “god” our Creator Source.
During my NDE, last year, I witnessed The Elohim (Hebrew; gods; plural) creating a nebulous in the outer perimeters of the universes. The Elohim was sincerely a creator, and joyfully went about making grand designs of planetary systems. The Elohim was unconnected to my emotional status, nor any others emotions, as it’s main goal and objective is to create and that’s all. It is the judge and master artist of The Universes or perhaps one of them. There maybe many Elohim’s, but I just saw one.
The plant system had its hierarchy and its creators sources, as well.
The humans have their own creators. And, this is another topic for another day.
However, the final end result could go backwards into an implosion and reversal into a singular form of energy where it was spoken out by a source beyond us and out of our world. Zip and swoosh backwards through the spiral rapidly going back through time and space, sucking all atmospheres, times, fractals, fractions and all mathematics into nothingness of “the void.”
It’s a huge concept, I realize, and difficult to grasp. I think fractals and sacred geometry on Earth would help with a little known of the concept of who and what our creator/(s) is/are. Outside of Earth, Sacred Geometry takes on different shapes and mathematical equations because of “time.” Outside of earth is different than any other places and likewise so are all the different bodies of comets, stars, planets and etc. Time, magnetic, gravity, atmosphere and seasons (temperatures and humidities), all effect Earth differently than other bodies of materials whether it it atomic or not. Time is effected.
Are we important? Yes.
Our learning experience is a curve that will set us into another dimension.
Our love will also take us to new heights.
We must ascend, as I was taught during my NDE.
To ascend, one must be cleansed from negativity.
We must let it go in order to achieve, to know, and to understand all that’s available and this knowledge will go on forever and ever….
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I was cold and not feeling well about anything. It was early 2019. The fall prior to then was hurried, confusing, filled with nursing exams, and health exams, and to add, I started a new job. A job I thought would last me, the rest of my working career. Orientation was a solid month. Good. I could sit in a chair for 8 hours and learn. I was a good student. I learned to be one at an older age.
The day came when they said, “everyone must have a flu vaccine. If you don’t take it, then you’ll have to wear a mask for 8 hours.” I knew there was going to be a problem. The last two times that I took the damn injections, I was sick. The 24 HR ER became my best friend for both years. The last year that I took it was 2014. I tried to explain that I has asthma and couldn’t wear a mask for 8 hours. That’s insane and besides masks only work for less than 5 minutes. Good grief. A psychiatrist didn’t take it, and we knew she could get away with it and my best nursing buddy there also didn’t take it. She wore the mask around her neck. She never put it on. She had a doctors note. I didn’t. As it turns out, they (neither one) never wore their masks.
And I… got sick from the shot, almost immediately. They said, “can’t wear a mask, then you’ll have to resign.” So, I refused to quit and took the flu shot. The nurse had a handful of injections, maybe 10 or 15. In nursing this is a HUGE NO NO. I let her give me the injection using one of the many drawn up vaccinations.
In two weeks both of my eyes dilated. My primary care physician sent me to an Opthamalogist and I went to my own. Both said, but not my pcp, “you touched a medication without gloves. Your eyes dilated.” That was the stupidest diagnosis I had ever heard in the 22 years of nursing. I had touched multiple pills and never had any reaction for 21 to 22 years. This was bullshit. We wash our hands very quickly. By the way, my pcp knew that was a lame reason labeled to my case.
The days progressed into Christmas, New Years, and on Jan 21, 2019, I resigned. My eyes were still dilated, bilaterally. I couldn’t go outside in the sunlight without sun glasses. I could only work at night. So, I started watching children who were on life support, at night.
On February 8th, that was the last day and evening that I remember. My body had swollen perhaps 15 lbs in less than 24 hours. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t eat. I was sick.
Death; Is It Painful?
How often, I’ve been asked this question or have read it at NDE sites. My answer is truthful and is what I experienced for many hours prior to death. It is unlike many who say that dying was easy. The actual passing over was a breeze, but the dying was not an easygoing event. Nope. Far from it.
Basic anatomy and physiology class begins now as I explain death, as I experienced it.
Being one with chronic asthma and numerous allergies, just never know what’s going to bite you, or poison you. I will take you to my last twenty-four hours, that I can remember.
I worked as a RN one night with a child. The next morning, I left not feeling well. I couldn’t pinpoint what was happening, but I couldn’t breathe and my asthma began to escalate. I drove home with my inhaler in hand.
The Sun was rising and I went to bed. I slept for not to long. My son made a gourmet lunch and it looked wonderful and it tasted well, but I couldn’t eat it. I was nauseated, but couldn’t eat. I was drinking water, lots of it to clear my lungs of mucus that had crept down my esophagus. The water helped.
I went back to sleep and slept until maybe late afternoon and I awakened in the middle of a severe asthma attack. I grabbed my emergency inhalers and used them what seems over and over again. I remember that I had a home nebulizer, so I got up and cleaned it with shaky hands and weakness in my legs. “There, it’s clean. Let me find the packaged medicine.” I found it and cut it open as I am also hooking up the tubing so that I can breathe. I turned it on and started to breathe easier… for a little while.
The time? I don’t know. It was getting later and later.
I got up again to use my machine again. I knew that I had to go to the hospital, but I was tired and getting confused. I suddenly urinated on the floor. “My god! I’ve never done this, ever! What’s happening?!?”
Every breathe that I took was inadequate and the lack of oxygen or deoxygenation or anoxic conditions were getting overbearing. It seemed that the demand for oxygen was intensified by my lungs and the asthmatic medications no longer worked. Every cell in my body was being drained of oxygen. In fact, I probably was beginning to look like a dried prune. The inspirations were draining every cell inside my circulatory system of the oxygen.. it was hungry. It stole mega amounts. I kept peeing on the floor. This is because of the deoxygenated cells. The fluids had to go somewhere, so the fluids (not excess, but my own everyday needed oxygen) were wasted in my urine.
The 10:00 PM news came on and said, “this is the coldest night of the year. There is ice on the roads (in East Texas and that’s scary because we don’t know how to drive on ice) so please stay home.”
Damn it! I picked the worse night of the year to die!
My son walked by my bedroom and I yelled, “call an ambulance, tell them to hurry. I’m dying. I can’t breathe.” I suddenly passed out. It was about 11:30 PM, 2.8.2019.
Oddly, the ER report says, 2.9.2019, 10:32 AM. My son says that what I imagined didn’t happen. He said I spoke to him that morning. Pause and deep recollection by me.
“Nope, I clearly remember the news reporter that evening on 2.8.2019, not 2.9.” I mean, I remember, falling onto my bed and being gone and absent from my body before my head hit the pillow. Gone as in deceased, yet a new day was on the ER report and another story was told to me. Damn, I am either highly confused, or something happened and I was gone a very long time. My journey to the other side was filled with details and it took place over many places and eras of time.
The dying part is horrific, at least in my experience, but the entrance into the other place is phenomenal. It is unlike anything you’ve ever read as it’s impossible to draw an accurate picture as it’s changing all the time. It is also extremely difficult to describe to the exact degree that it was witnessed. There are no dreams, no medications, no afterlife experiences that can accurately describe what is there. It’s impossible, scary, charming, bizarre, and endearing. All in one story,, one experience, in a description that tries its best to tell you whats there. It’s impossible. The English language won’t, and cannot explain the colors nor the liveliness of the entire place that speaks, communicates, laughs and creates together.
Alice In Wonderland is my best explanation of how I felt while visiting. But, to get to that place, once again, takes death. We all we do it. Everyone of us will pass through the entrance alone.
“Today, my dearest mother, Bonnie Jennings, was taken from and given back to us. What began as severe chest congestion last night ended up in respiratory arrest this morning.
Accordingly, she went without oxygen long enough that her heart stopped beating. Chest compressions and CPR were not restarting her heart. In the ambulance, approximately 15 minutes after her heart had stopped, they were able to defibrillate her and start her pulse again. CPR was given by EMS for over an hour.
She has severe pneumonia and is at UT Health Center in Tyler, TX. She is on enough propofol to keep her unconscious to avoid agitation and prevent her from ripping out her breathing tubes.
Mom, I love you. “ My son addressed FB on my behalf. This was his note. February 9, 2019
Oddly, I only remember the late of the evening, February 8th. My world was fuzzy. The deoxygenated brain cells left me with the condition of anoxia or anoxic brain disorder. However, now, I am doing so well. This is an absolute miracle. Yes. It is.
Now, back to the 8th of February, before my son moved away, one evening, I got up my courage an asked what happened. It was because all I could remember was the 8th, and peeing on the floor. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. I saw my son walk by and he stays in the other end of the house. I told him to call 911 and that I was dying. Now I remember it was the coldest night of winter 2019 for East Texas. Ice was expected, and I thought, why would my body have to ch oose tonight out of all the nights in the year. We weren’t in town, and Texans don’t know how to drive on ice, so why did I choose tonight. Totally inconvenient.
My son said, we had some of that conversation, but it was in the morning. I don’t remember the morning of February 9th. The hospital records state I was taken to the ER at 10:37 AM. So, where did the night go? I asked myself. Just vagueness is upstairs now.
This whole time and episode has really troubled me because of my memories ended late February 8, 2019. My nursing friends have explained to me what happened to my brain 🧠 with deoxygenated (anoxia) cells, and my memories. And, this is exactly what “the others” told me while I was visiting on the other side.
If you want to know who and what “the others” are, then follow me to Chapter 2 or 3.
Here… I must tell you that in my experience, I didn’t have a tunnel, lights, family there nor friends, and there were no angels with wings.
I was in ICU, my lungs were intubated, a tube was down my nose in order to be fed, and a urinary bag was in place. I had zero memory of any of the tubes being placed within me and had I have known, I would have said, “no.” I am a RN and have inserted a few. I know the discomfort and of the intubation have. I had oxygen going, and IVs filled with a cardiac drug that I am allergic to, and antibiotics for pneumonia and something for status asthmaticus. The cardiac medication, I saw hanging, I tried to tell them, “I cant take that! I am allergic!” They heard me a few days later after I had swelled hugely. The medication did that to me on a regular dose.
I thought I was talking, but I wasn’t for a day or two. It’s so confusing. I heard my sister say, “It’s not your time. Mother told me. You need to come back.” My mother is deceased, but my sister connects all the time with her, and I believed her. She also said, “You, better come back. There’s no one who will take care of your animals.” I had 6 at the time. Still, I was far away. Her words were very faint. My children said the same to me. “Come home mom, it’s not your time.”
Meanwhile, in my afterlife heaven, I am arguing with someone’s. They were real to me, I knew who they were, but I never saw them until later. I am angry with my death circumstance. I was saying to them, “I am a good person. I deserve having a tunnel, lights, angels and family and friends meet me!”
The “others” didn’t say a word. They allowed me to carry on for quite a while. I heard myself and my arguments. Looking back, I think how. “Really, Bonnie?” Geez, no one deserves anything. I am so sorry for my poor behavior. I also can tell you the number one lesson that I learned is this.
We are only given…This Moment. That’s all we have so becoming happy, or controlling depression, it becomes easier if we only understand, the only time we are promised is right now. That’s it.
Once I understood the above physical law, I was able to proceed with my experience. It was at the next few moments they instructed me on “why you didn’t remember your experience.” They gave me a mathematical equation or algebraic expression that went like this:
Earth’s time + oxygenated atmosphere = memories of life and existence here.
Without oxygen, memories are gone, lost to Earth times, and the people who remain. Anything written, spoken, recorded, photographed, touched are links to The Earth, but not guaranteed for any kind of communications after lives cease. The connections in the future would have to have an oxygen link. As far as mediums, I am only telling you what I learned. I have been a medium for a few in the past; however, I am not sure how the connections were made unless (my reasoning) the objects touched, held or owned had oxygen involved. This idea also blows my mind.
I also, have assumed, that the after life has numerous places, levels (some are still oxygenated because they are close to Earth’s atmosphere), dimensions, houses as Jesus said, mansions as Jesus said, and many parallel or same dimension places as we are in mow.
For instance, a friends father died one night, before I knew he had died, he came in the middle of the night and shook my arm. He told me to get up and follow him. He went into our den. He saID, “I had to come say goodbye. I have a lot of places to go and many to visit, but I wanted to tell you goodbye.” I said, “well, thank you.” As I said that he floated to the top of the ceiling and disappeared. That’s when I suspected he was gone, deceased. The next day, I was told that he died that night, the night he awakened me.
The point is this, he was still in the atmosphere of the Earth and was able to communicate with a sensitive person. Me. I was thankful for the visit. I know that he was among us still. To bring someone back, one would have to bring a soul back into the atmosphere of oxygenation. Memories that people have and can manifest the soul.
After my vigorous complaining to the ones who listen and don’t respond… There was no response from them, but there was an instantaneous transformation to my heaven or my afterlife. There was no tunnel, no lights, no angels or loved ones. I was just suddenly standing in a very odd place. I knew that I was deceased.
A black round disk came into view from a distance and moved right in front of my feet. It was solid, black, round and extremely dynamic to me. I didn’t know what it meant accept a fellow NDEer told me that it sounded like a Dharma Wheel. I looked up a Dharma Wheel definition and images. Yep. That’s what I saw. It was my past, present and I would create my future. The future would be dependent on everything that I learned prior to this life and my life just lived.
I looked at the black wheel that had rolled up to me from the distance. It seemed to have come through dry sands at this place. When it came to rest and stopped it was huge, like a monolith structure. It was solid black and it had a sliver cut from it on the lower SE corner. I wondered if this represented my entire life and the sliver was where I was now, or was I at the end… I questioned my life plan. No one answered me, but me. I was alone. I looked at it over and over because I knew the sliver meant that I had not finished my life, or I had a little life left to live.
Suddenly, I was standing before or near a tall lean Asian man who wore a straw hat. I looked at him as he had a long pole in his hands. He was stirring something. In the distance I watched volcanoes erupting and saw the red lava leak down the mountain into the red river of blood and brains that the Asian man was stirring. I gasped.
“Am I in HELL!” Panicking, I asked The man. He kind of gently chucked bad said, “No, you are at the cleansing pool.” He was not wordy or someone who had to be seen. He was wise and quiet. “The Cleansing Pool?” Said I. “Yes. I am stirring brains and blood from those with bad or negative thoughts.” He spoke kindly and directly to me. His eyes were very wise. He could have been my mother. “Oh,” I responded. “Why are you stirring them?” “Everyone must be clean before they can ascend. All negative thoughts and emotions must be washed before you can go on any further.” He kept stirring. I asked if it would hurt. He said, “Did you feel anything?” I replied, “no, I felt nothing.”
With that response, I ascended to the next place,
Chapter 4 The Dirt
The Trip to the dirt was in less than a moment. Suddenly I was there with someone. I never saw their face and I don’t know who they were or their sex. They were teaching me rapidly.
I was barefooted on the dirt of The Earth. Also, I must say that in my death experience I looked like a picture of myself taken about 4 or 5 years ago. I was around 62 then.
Back to my NDE, the someone took a handful of dirt and put it in my hands. For the first time, I saw dirt in a new way. The quantum physics way. As the dirt sifted through my fingers, the mineral properties illuminated. As they fell back into the dirt, the particles began to sparkle their true colors. The golds were intensely golden and the grains, individual, seemed to be magnified as I looked and saw each tiny piece. The silvers were shiny, sparkly, and as they slipped through my fingers with every type of particle on the atomic calendar. The bacteria’s, viruses and the living bits of Earth were ever-present as I watched like never before. Beneath my feet, and our feet, there are other billions of worlds. The quantum universes were there, alive, illuminating their space and I knew the, what I had always wondered, are there layered universes and the answer is/was yes. Beneath us is an unending world such as The Fibonacci Code signifies. The worlds spin smaller and smaller and what is microscopic to you and I, is another world. I was utterly awed and so thankful to see and learn what I had always wondered. The being showed me without and words and amazing existence.
Chapter 5. Earth’s Relics
When the dirt’s truthful formations completed, instantly I was at the relics of The Earth. I believe we started with Egypt. The Pyramids. I examined the hieroglyphs by running my fingers over the images. I sensed the meaning, that I don’t remember now, unfortunately. I touched the grandness of the large structures as I walked alone with the warm winds blowing ever so hauntingly insightfully. I knew that I had walked among the relics when they were formed. They were familiar like a home.
So was The Sumerian Tablets. I touched and read.
In Peru, I visited the wonderful place and I think I was flying like a bird over looking the Andries Mountains up to Mexico.
The Temple Of Kukulkan or Mayan Temple was our place, I believe though Mexico has 7 known pyramids, we visited one and I believe it was this one. There, once again, I touched, read and knew the feeling of belonging.
We ended in Samaria. There were the tablets. They asked me to read them aloud and I did so. I was so pleased with the reacquaintance to all the history, structures and tablets. I was satisfied.
Then, they said, “you must move forward . With that, we were off.
Chapter 6. The Hard Chapter To Explain
Every chapter begins with suddenly. Suddenly I am in a room that I now call an office. It was dark and there was an illuminated long sleek desk. Sitting casually and comfortably behind the desk were 5 (I think that was the number) extraterrestrials.
I was calm and unafraid. They were kind, reserved yet warmly inviting, and patiently pleasant.
I felt that I was being interrogated, but they weren’t mean, hateful, or Lucifarian. I knew they knew me from the past.
I asked the question, “are you our humans DNA?”
And without hesitation, “yes. We are.”
I wasn’t surprised and felt comfortable with the answer. I knew that I wasn’t being given any untruths and the answer sat Inside my being as truth. These were my relatives and I was home.
The personalities of these alien ETs is unlike humanity. We, humans, are mammals, and they are not. The mammals are warm and friendly to their tribe and offspring (usually) and they, ETs, are not. The are not warm and cuddly, nor are they impatient. They will honestly wait “forever,” if its needed. They don’t jump into help us, unless it serves them, nor do they pat someone on the back and say, “well done.” They are not mean, but their lack of help or “non-interferences” are seemingly, unkind when struggling for help. They do appreciate good humor, pleasantries, good manners, kindnesses, and gentlemanly behaviors from humans. I say gentlemanly because they regard us as one, male and females. We are the ones who made the difference and separated the species into good and better. This is also true with our religions. It was our desire to have such kingdoms in place and they let us do our mammal things. Kings, rulers, monarchies, dictators, murderers, rapists, zealots, faithful, righteous, thieves, snakes (that we gave a slanderous hateful assigned character to) and the rich and poor. The character types, humans named and made because we were part mammal and alien. The aliens or ETs don’t have such beliefs, but they didn’t stop us. No, they let us do what we wanted, even if, the acts were cruelties to one another. The ETs would let us fight out our own battles and worlds as we were the new species, and had to learn as we go without their interferences.
My interview was over and theirs with me… for this moment.
We ascended. We were in the galaxy way above Earth. We were in another office, in a ship, way out in space. There, in that room they handed paper to me printed on the numerous pages were binary codes. They told me to read them and I told them the I could not read binary codes. They looked at me and I knew they meant, we can stay here a lifetime or forever. Read the codes. So… I guess that I did or didn’t. After the forever or eternity waiting on my reading, they threw the paper on the floor of the ship to be burned. Okay, I thought.
Here, I must tell you the binary codes are used to time travel. If someone needed examining or help, which they don’t do often, they used binary codes to find the person, the time, the date, the whereabouts or the location coordinates. The binary codes gave all that information in a parallel world or worlds. They were active and on board. The binary codes used dark space and matter to work efficiently.
Next … the star charts. Yep. I read them! I was thrilled! And off we went to Pleiades and then The Orion’s Belt. We visited.
I said, “please, don’t take me any higher, I’m afraid of heights.” And, with that statement… we were off into the outer parameters of the universes.
Chapter 7 The Universes; The Baby Bundle
The meetings with the ETs ended and the back door to the spaceship opened (this was my imagination, I really didn’t see this scene in my NDE, but felt this happened). It was as if I was clear to wander the universes on my own.
Meanwhile, I kept asking where my family were, the deceased ones and my deceased friends. They kept reminded me … “there is no hurry. You have an eternity.” So, I accepted that and went forward. I also asked about my deceased pets. They didn’t show up either, but they (the ETs, I suppose, I didn’t see them say this, but I assumed that it was them) reminded me I had an entire eternity to see and meet all people and pets. “Don’t be in such a hurry. There is plenty of time.”
“Okay, Okay,” said I.
Off I went into the universe. I passed stars, nebulous,’ galaxies, oddities, planetary systems being built and designed, and I saw a great deal of happiness going on about me. The universes were vibrating lovely conversations and songs. It echoes throughout the space. There is a great deal of laughter, and extreme joy.
I got to the edge of the universes (plural) and watched while sitting on the side of a planet like the Moon is to Earth. I saw what I called The Elohim (Hebrew word meaning the plural of god) making a nebulous. To me this was The Grand God or Creator. This entity, alive and full of energy, creativity, light, joy, and constantly making and creating is moving about waving its wands creating creating creating worlds, galaxies, nebulous,’ and so forth. The Elohim does not tear apart, does not condemn, does not rip apart and doesn’t send anyone to Hell.
In fact, I never saw a place named Hell, hades, the under world or any place of punishments. If there is a place, it was not shown to me. If there is a place, it is between oneself and karma. Here, I will say that what I understand is this…there is not devil, satan, demons, or devils. The evils in this world are within each of us. This is why karma (or another appropriate name) is appropriate. Reaping and sewing says we go to god and ask for forgiveness and we are totally forgiven. Karma says, yes you can ask for forgiveness and should, but your punishments are put into place by the individual. The consequences are played back much like a swinging pendulum. You started the action, the action must be paid back. The pendulum swings, then it swings to the other side until the whole of all learning experiences are learned. When all lessons are learned, then we can say, we are like a god. We know and understand all things because we have lived them. We will not remain ignorant. We will be poor, rich; beautiful, ugly; white, black; etc, etc…we will know murder, and the life of a saint. We will be able to answer any question that is asked of god or gods.
Now… my journey, sitting on the side of the planet saw the Fibonacci designs growing, forming and making the babies bundle that holds the universes together. The plants spoke to me and I to them. I felt like Alice in Wonderland. The plants were very busy and told me that had to get back to work. The also showed me a picture, that I drew and it shows the universes in the upper left lung of a form. The inside of the body looked human. I am a RN so I recognized the insides and it looked human. I was told to never leave the upper lobe of the cavity holding the universes. Because if we went outside this area, then we would travel alone and no one ever returns. Hmm 🤔 thought I. Others had been here before?
When I was there, I say this carefully because someone once misunderstood my sayings, up high looking over the entirety of the incredible space, and all the structures of planets, stars, suns, moons, comas, lights etc, there was a male presence with me. It wasn’t the one in the picture that I drew. He was most kind, happy, joyful, friendly, kind, imaginative, delightful, and was there to answer any of my questions. He didn’t interrupt any of my pleasures of watching. He was so happy that I was happy. I felt like this might be Christ… but I am not sure.
I kind of asked about Yeshua and what I asked was who was he, and was he real. The answer came back to yes, he’s real, but misinterpreted. Furthermore, he was/is a man who was filled with love, who came to teach us only about love, and only spoke about love. The Christ sent was dramatically transformed into a human toy that was used to hate, manipulate, to steal and mislead others who are not in a position to defend self against such ploys of the controllers, manipulators and or the corrupt. This was not the intentions of The Christ.
At some point very quickly, I was ushered back to my life on earth. As my teaching about Jesus Christ ended, I heard his last commandment. “Faith, hope and love, and the greatest is love. Never forget this! It is the glue that will hold humanity together! It’s the only thing that last! LOVE! You must spread this above all this. This is the final and last commandment. LOVE!”
Like an echo coming backwards the word LOVE came with me as I traveled faster than the speed of light back into my body. I had a hard time talking, knowing what had happened…
I want to thank my friend who is an Art Therapist for encouraging me to draw what I saw and it took a great deal of therapy to get me to draw. Thank you, Shelley Cannon-Fredrick. If you hadn’t of stayed diligently encouraging me, I never would have drawn the pictures of my journey. So, thank you. All NDEers need an Art Therapist.
Our minds, thoughts, words, feelings, emotions, vibrations etc… will produce our world of conscious existence. In essence, we do create or manifest our universe of time and space on planet Earth. But, apart from manifesting to create wealth or health or comforts, let’s for right now stay with the basics of creation. On February 9, 2019, I was in my afterlife existence. Having been gone for 30 plus minutes (and mind you, there is no time in the afterlife) was immediately taken to a wonderful cloud of existence and there I sat watching what I called “The Elohim” (a Hebrew word that is god in the plural form) making a gloriously beautiful nebulous. I learned there on that cloud, that our “god” was plural, was a creator and not a destroyer, and joyfully made all existence, including me. Those harmonious spectrums of lights created even the things and mammals that humans call and label deformed, malfunctioning, not right, gay, black, white, yellows and reds, and made all of it in such utter joy and never looked back and said, “OOPS, I made a mistake.” Nope. That never happened. Our creators are so pleased with all of their creations, that one cannot imagine any conflicts or reorganizations at all. If there are punishments, and that I didn’t see or hear, then they are carried out by other gods. The Elohim only creates and nothing more. So, how does this relate to our understanding and enlightenments? If we free the mind from all binding doctrines that tell us to do this or that in such away, then, we can know that we are created in love, with a magnificent creator. To add, any legalistic doctrines, merely bind us and entrap our souls. That is not The Elohim. This I can promise you. You are free to love yourself. Love you. When you love you, then you free the pathway to love others. No longer will others be labeled by negative thoughts or terminology. We set them free when we are free. When the conscious is unchained and unleashed, it can and will set others free. Our minds are powerful because the state of our consciousness is free or ~it’s trapped. The trapped state is also powerful, and we see this occurring daily. It is better to free others than to enslave them.
WE CONTROL OUR CONSCIOUS journeys. Or, I should say, we can control if we put our minds to the task.
These are additional notes as I continue to awaken. I am chatting with another NDEer and we are contemplating our beliefs regarding the Covid Crisis.
“Okay my understanding of Karma and the Akashic records is this.
Number one “karma” the word introduced by The Vedic religious group from the Hindis
It is the word that I use and this is because The Vedics are the most accurate source for understanding life, living, and death.
But the word Karma is not right or correct. I don’t know the right word so I go with Karma.
Getting past that, karma is not a god handing out punishments. It is not any spiritual being charging anyone to a sin or good thing.
It is our internal scoring system that records our lives. The entire period here. For every + another + can occur and for every – then another – of the same strength will occur.
As we get to the end of our lives the pendulum that is moving with our karma and it attached to The Akashic records, goes across the board one time, that represents one life. When it goes back again, another life of some kind.
The Akashic records keeps track of all our lives and the records of the karmic debts and attributes.”
Asked about why death experiences are hard to explain, I began by saying this… “
💭 new thought, another conversation
For me, when I am explaining my experience, it is hard to find or put into any language on earth 🌍 the experience, as the experience is not linear. Their is no time. Everything is now or can be changed and into whatever you imagine. Time is not anything that compares in that other dimension. This is the first reason.
When I wrote my rough draft, I realized when writing it that it wasn’t exactly like what I was writing. That is because my rough draft needed a relevant pattern of events. What happened first, second, third… etc. in my death experience, this can’t be explained like this. This rimes pattern of first, second, third doesn’t exist.
I still don’t know what exactly happened first, second or third so I put my story into a pattern that makes since now in this world.
Secondly, the events of happening are not solids or materials like here. The materials are of other dimensions, maybe 5 or 6. You can hold a mathematical word equation and it’s powerful force, that of an eternal creators, comes alive. Everything is alive, is real, is on another dimension that is not anything like earths. If your not a mathematical genius, then you’re not going to be able to explain the patterns or dimensions. Everything is alive. Everything communicates..
This is the beginning of my explanation”
Hello, during my death experience, I was handed binary codes to read and interpret for the non-human, alien types.
A large book was handed to me and I was given it to read to them and tell them what it says. I don’t know anything about binary codes; however, I must have read them.
But, the most important thing to remember about the encounter was the fact the codes were handed to me in a large book. I placed it on a counter in front of me and opened it looking at 000100111 for thousands of pages. It meant nothing to me so I kept telling them.
Today I knew why the codes were handed to me in a book. First of all, last year it was explained to me there, the codes are used to tell them, where a being is in the universe and the times they are in. For instances, I was born in 1952 @ 0600 AM in New Orleans La, USA CST on a certain day. Well all of that is coded in binary type codes and the codes tell them how and where to get to us, if so needed. This I figured out then, but today, I came to the knowledge that because the codes were on paper and in a book form, it represented universal traveling, and we all know, if we bend the universe, travel times change dramatically. I didn’t pick this up then, but I know now, they were waiting to see if I caught it and if I was fast thinking. I guess not.
So, saying the above, it makes further sense to know that when we bend times whether on Earth of Saturn or anywhere, we must take all existence back to one single spot where it begins, exists and ends. One spot. The quantum experience takes on a little of the universal truths and we have so much more to explore.
I always say, that we are ants 🐜 in the universe shared with other universes and yet part of the big spot of the beginning, the now and the end. Then what…
Quantum times is/are the entire encompassing of the universes (plural) with equations of symbols and numbers that include every moment in the past, it the now and in the future/futures of every material being, human, animal and plants, sands and dirts, waters etc… of all from a stretching field latitudes, longitudes, forward, back, under and above including mid-through of all times ahead and back into one simple moment, the quantum moment.
Hi Axel. My experience was cosmic, but there were no spiritual messages or religious “mysteries” attached to my death experience.
But, parts of your presentation rings true as we do live over and over and we are part of the entire universes (plural).
The higher and higher ascension that you speak of is not entirely correct as we humans have glorified these ideas for other men so they will seek this path. However, we are on this road whether we glorify it spiritually or not. We are on an adventure and we linger here-there and go down-up, sideways and back and forth yet time doesn’t exist as we know it.
We are part of an enigma and part of the energy equations that are available for this universe perhaps not the others.
When the god-like form moves, from which we are apart, what happens to us? It unknown. How about when it dies? Then, I suppose we die too.
My understanding post death experience February 2019.
I have my own theories after experiencing over 30 minutes in the death state.
I drew some pictures of my thoughts to try to explain.
Number one, I learned during my NDE, if there is no oxygen present (around cells) there are no memories. Because
Earth+O2 =memories (they taught me when I was there)
Once the soul has passed through the pineal gland (in a regular death not in a decapitation, but regular) and has passed through the DMT in the bodies lining, the soul escapes and our memories cease as we know them now while in a body.
There is a place like “the void” that houses our souls. When we awaken (with oxygen) we begin to awaken and think again. We want what we remember as we are attached to the body whose DMT we are connected to because of oxygen.
We have been here having numerous bodies. We are part of the bodies whose DMT remains, otherwise, we would seek housing elsewhere.
The soul wants a home whether human or other. The Petri dish is not as comforting as a warm body.
Each DMT whether animal, produce, human or any other has its own characteristics and our spiritual energies try to find the right fit.
The spirit is part of a large vacuum system that blows out instead of in as it blows up a living force with energies and life.
A message from a year ago.
Caroline Rosie Dent
Well your question is similar to the one that I keep asking and I am given a little information at a time.
So here goes… there are different levels and types of dying right? Some deaths are rapid and are perhaps like loosing a head, or heart and is unsurvivable because of the body part separation. This we know is immediate death. This is a level of death non of us have survived. So non of us know.
Then there are traumatic experiences such as moving vehicle accidents, or abrupt experiences where the body and soul are in limbo. The soul and spirit hang around the body after the accident for whatever reason it does. Some of those spirits leave immediately for whatever reasons it decides. These beings that return are actually in limbo between life and death. It is because there is enough bodily fluids (containing oxygen and other electrolytes) that are still active (ions and energies don’t die but await for movements to another dimension or place) around and inside the body that gives a possibility of living or having life once again.
Because the oxygen and electrolytes don’t die but move or find another place or dimension to go into (such as an orb or another home or being to become apart of) there are restless moments (adrenaline flowing rapidly at death) that the human energies must attach or become connected to something else in the earths atmosphere. Remember that electrolytes are not the soul or spirit. They are the energies or electric forces of energies the body contained while on earth.
Within these energies, oxygen is among its properties and is a source for the energies to lay comfortably and positively ignite (wrong word) or become active.
When this energy is around a deceased person (or a body in a higher level of totally decapitated living) there are enough pods of energies containing oxygen that keep the body remembering or experiencing a form of living (called death).
Example of degrees of death… So when I say that I died from asthma, respiratory failure and cardiac arrest, I had no oxygen. Asthma depletes, respiratory arrests further depletes and cardiac arrest further eliminates oxygen in the red blood cells then (for example) my experience would be without oxygen and the energies (the electrolytes) would not be as active causing less earthly memories. My level was extremely close to permanent death. The layers were dissolving and earths elements for living or having life were depleted more and more.
Once a person has lost the elements of energies and of oxygen the person is closer to permanent death. (This opens another mysterious idea or possibilities for the human beings to consider) and saying this means there are different levels or layers of death. We are in a parallel dimension.
Anyway I want to thank you for the question. I had to think about this very intently. I hope that I haven’t confused anyone any further. I am still getting responses about this as well.
Thank you. And to add…
Caroline Rosie Dent Once the oxygen flowed my NDE memories began. They (whomever they are) turned on my memories. Oxygen flowed from a nasal cannula. Wham! The experience began and I was unable to turn it off for many days. I became tired from the excursions that my mind, thoughts, human experiences were then experiencing. I couldn’t turn it off. This went in for greater than eleven days. I counted eleven but I am unsure due to the anoxia (brain without oxygen) that I was/am still experiencing.
It is oddly peculiar the beings in heaven showed me a record like an old 45 record player disc. It was black and circular. It had a sliver (pie shaped) cut taken out of the end of it. The pie shaped cut was my actual death experience. In that area there were no earthly memories. Nothing that earth recognizes as familiar or understandable. Nothing was read or comprehended or translated to our earthly language. What I experienced was in the dark matter (the unknowns) on earth
I wrote this in 2018, before my death experience and it was a reflection of my spiritual beliefs.
Sunday October 7, 2018
When we die. We are a born
I came to this conclusion today two days before my 66th Birthday. And my conclusions capitalized on no religious beliefs. It is what it is, my own beliefs and you aren’t being forced to believe this nor being brainwashed. It is the thoughts of death and life, lessons learned and not, envies of the gifted and the inabilities to achieve the fondest wishes and dreams, the birthing in a path of Saturn and mars, and having either Sagittarius or Capricorn on the horizon and so forth of the bending dynamics of the celestial universe and the vibrational platitudes it lends to all living and unliving things. After all, rocks have different reverberations that are recorded in scientific research somewhere. Death is life is death is life and so forth. It is continuous. The pleasant births or non of new borns, show the rascals have more incredible knowledge than you could have ever taught. No matter the ups or downs, no matter how poor or wealthy, no matter how sane or not, each being comes again and again. Each time becoming the quandaries, the questions, the dislikes, the desires, the hopes or the despairs of the previous experiences. Sometimes the soul becomes a celebrity or wealthy. We will all experience every path there is until living is complete. Those questions that linger from previous existences becomes the new driving manifestation of the new birth and new life.
No one ever said to Yeshua, if it’s appointed to man to die once, how many times must he live?
October 20, 2020. I awkened from sleep and was told to write this. Sorry for the mispelled words as I wrote in the dark and quickley so I wouldnt forget. I will edit soon.
Time does not exist off The Earth as the majority of us understand. Does time truly exist on Earth? The day and night, the seasons and the circadium rhythms gave us something to measure and so we used it and created our standard tenty-four (24) hour day. However, I want to define off Earth time or no time.
What if time could be described as a dot, one dot such as a pencil dot with some large dots and some smaller and the size doesn’t matter. However, within each dot is a lifetime and/or one (1) second of Earth time, but all of it within the dot equals one event, happening, smile, tear, season, centenial or whatever you remember and all is within that moment.
What if I told you the reasons why human (invention of jets) have a comtrail due to our time and our perseptions, perpulsions in velocity; however, the UFO (keeping typing minimal using abreviations UFO it is simply unidentified, but obviously, not of this Earth) has no comtrail and makes no sound. Why does this happen? The reason has to do with time. Their time versus human time. Time changes everything and how we see it.
In the afterlife, there is no time, so what does that mean to music or hearing one sound? Because music and noise is laid out on a timeline and music uses time. It places 4/4 or 2/4 times and many more examples, but its time. It rhythm, beat and its all time and time off Earth, does not exist. So, in the afterlife a timeline of music or anything else doesn’t exist. Then why are people reporting they hear “heavenly music?” Well, number one, it could be our imaginations, or two, it could be that time is pressed into trillions of dots as I was explaining in the first paragraph. All the dots appear as if nothing is going on and time isn’t happening … unless… you move closer into the atmosphere and energies of the dots. Each dot has its own vibrational rhythms, magnetics and movements in gravity.
Time is stored in nbullions and trillions of dots and where you are in the afterlife is where you placed you. Imagination, wishes, and desires come true when connections to the dots of entire lives of times on Earth. Your energies, within you, automatically connect your being using specified vibrations and magnetics to your source of being or enlightenments. You are plugged into your comfort zone. This is another topic, so I will hold back for now.
So, what about other planets? The same theory would hold true there on that surface and atmospheres, as well, except they have their own clock of sun rising and setting, moons arising (setting many times on one planet), seasons (theirs, not measured by Summer, Winter, Fall nor Spring and by circadian rhythms of sleep measurements). On another planet do you sleep 8 hours like on Earth, or there about, or 100 years, as in their day? I don’t know. I guess it would be determined if we are humans, or not, and our requirements regulated by the planets magnetics and vibrations.
Now what about the UFO that left no contrails, nor made any sound, and travelled making 90 degree turns at unimaginable speeds *time, moments perceived by humans, and witnessed or presumed seeing. All of it recorded in Earths time, but in reality, it’s the UFO’s staff beings or aliens, reality and those on it have their own conceptions of time and force, and magnetics. For they are not bound to Earth time as they remain in their own. So, they are overlapping dots, The can control their craft because they remain in their own times and maneuvering and touch our existence quickly. Kind of like time traveling, In and out, very rapidly to not change the history nor their futures. zip in and out using the dots to overlap the universe making distance shorter and time irrelevant.
This is all for now
Hi xxxxx, I might have answered your question before, but here goes my own answer through my own experience.
I am no longer a ” believer” in any traditional faith. I have my own and I don’t proselytize it. It’s only important to me.
Your experience or thoughts about ” heaven” or what I refer to as the afterlife, are not judged by anyone but you. You aren’t going to ” hell” because you don’t believe any dogmas crammed down your throat over the years.
It’s my discovery from having my TDE or temporary death experience of 30+ minutes (with a brain injury now) that we are like little ants 🐜 on a mound and the brightest one sees 2 feet away.
No worries. No judgements allowed, please. You are on your adventure like all the rest of us.
I want to share my opinion, right now, could change, that religions came from the alien sources, so we originally adapted theirs, but humans twisted the dogmas of alien beliefs into their systems.
Religions aren’t bad, nor is believing in something supernaturally powerful and godlike, wrong. Humans need leadership as they asked god for ”a king” and God gave them Saul. So the gods gave us their beginnings as our own and we changed their scriptures to neet the needs of we, who are of mammal DnA 🧬
My thoughts post TDE on
I just wrote this in the middle of the night, this evening.
Time passed Earth
We, NDEers, speak of no time off earth and so what does this mean?
Time is applied to earth’s seasons, and the rising and setting of the sun. The Solstices of summer and winter owning the longest and shortest days of the year. These facts govern time.
However, off Earth, the Sun rises and sets in a much different matter of times. The size of Earth and the distance it is from The Sun makes its own ways possible and conceivable. We understand this as we’ve lived the patterns every day of our lives. However, if we left here, our timelines would vary and change on every comet, planets or stars, moons, nebulous’ in the entire universe. The visual effects would resemble a covering made up of geometrical patterns with physics, astronomy, cosmic energies, geological analysis and patterns and it would continue for ever. Much like our imaginations of the Matrix of existence.
We live on earth with rhythms, beats, time, and musical vibrations of it’s own way and kind. On another planet, music would seem slowed of perhaps faster due to the rising of the sun ☀️ or solstices.
If one is in space without reverberations, time, rhythm and beats would be off from what we know now.
If one had an NDE and has music like here there are two different ideas that come to mind. Number one. They are still connected to Earth time. Meaning their afterlife experience took place within Earth’s times Mf its line of recording.
Or, two, the music was conjured inside a persons psyche. The person carries the melody with them. It’s memory is manifested.
My guess for this phenomenon.
Words such as eternity, forever, etc have no meaning post Earth. So this makes me think that “heaven” is earthbound. I don’t think of this in a bad way, it’s simply the location of it.
But in the afterlife, eternity has no meaning.
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