"Good Day: interesting post for everyone to read.
There's a saying that states that the more things change the more
they remain the same- weird ol' world huh."
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Kin Gypsy,
Based on what I experienced during the coursing of my 4th NDE, I do not believe this is true any longer. Having already explained my reasoning behind this admission on my own website, I'd reference the entry regarding The Luciferian Rebellion wherein I'm of the mind that what was (including all the redundant cycles and such...be they termed karmic or otherwise)is culminating in the nevermore. And, I would bless the INTENT that would INTEND IT SO.
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"Sylvia B. states that Mother God has an an actual sword that can
cut through any negativity. Wow!"
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I haven't read S. Browne's stuff, although I've heard she's become "famous." However,in this case, I would whole heartedly agree with what's she's said insofar as Mother God be concerned, and, based on my own NDEs, would add that LOVING LOVE is the Key to the Kingdom of LIGHT.
Recently, I was havin' a cyber conversation with a fella that's a little confused over the new-age sissy sound of the "LOVE" thing. Sure, he can get behind the concept, but in a world runnin' on an ugly that can just makes ya heartsick, a pragmatist might ask, " What good is LOVE when all around ya there seems to be so little of it." I responded to his perspective as follows...and would share here:
*Decide, with determination, and give it up to the INTENT of discovering answers that'll clear up the confusion you feel when it comes to assessing what is or isn't the truth. I have...and by utilizing LOVING LOVE as my shield, have been able to see things more clearly. Ya see, by LOVING LOVE it becomes much easier to see what isn't in keeping with that ideal and, thus, rather than a nilly frilly approach, it becomes the most practical of all approaches.
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"If one looks into what NDE are viewed as today- with the help of "modern
science"- you find things like:
"REM" contributed to near death experience"
"NDE"'s are due to blockade of brain receptors"
"activation of part of the brain responsible for dreams"
etc...etc...
Even good ol' James Randi deals with NDE on his website by putting it into
a "discussion"- Near Death Experience Explained- yet he himself doesn't
actually deal directly into the subject BUT rather put it under the
category for discussion (talk about things being ol'- that's old being OLD).
One day I'll fish out a news paper clipping about a clinic in England which
proposes to study NDE but is actually a way to legitimize the whole NDE
as having a medical solution- it's not like people are walking around
saying "Oh please remove my experience- I wish I never had one" Please help Me).
From Critical Sociology, I know that once you set up a place/department/etc...
and call it a "problem" then what will happen next is that there will be no
shortage of people that enter these places."
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Well said, Gypsy.....well said.
Especially so, when taking into consideration that a NDE inevitably results in an outside-the-status-quo kinda perspective as a direct outcome of having one of 'em in the first place. Making matters even more convuluded, the NDE burns...it'll just burn away all the stuff that ya thought was real...and leave ya, at times, aching for a home in a world that can feel like it's anything but. On the other hand, and conversly ironic, this place never looked so good. Go figure.
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"I don't want to completely be down on doctors because I always say if I'm in
a collision and they have to put me back together then it's a GO."
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I grew up in a AMA doctor's household. I saw the inside of a twisted system that's as perverse as it gets. However, within the AMA ranks are real doctors...real men and women that have humbled me with their caring and concern for helpin' folks...just helpin folks, because that's what they do...and they were born to it. Nowadays, these folks are few and way far between, yet for those who are truley worthy of name "Doctor," I have nothing but the utmost respect.
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"Now being in curezone I know there are some folks here which would rather
not ever look at one ever again- but i would ask them to think again-
because they have knowledge about the human body and use precise language about
actions and reactions; they have huge problem in how they only study
nutrition for 2 hours in medical school. The question is how to work with
everyone given that we All occupy the same space."
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I understand what you're saying, Gypsy...and, knowing you realize a lotta folks on the curezone came to these feelings as a direct result of bad experiences with pretend doctors (illustrious credentials and all), I suppose the best course of action is accepting the personal responsibility to be as informed as possible and utilize one's capacity as a critical thinker. Otherwise, there's a high probability things are gonna go south...fast.
On the other hand, after I got my foot ripped off and my chest caved in during the coursing of my 3rd NDE, nobody on any of the alternative health sites were capable of putting Mr. Humpty Dumpty back together again. And, I got lucky...just plain dirt good lucky, because I ended up with a couple of good hearted bone surgeons who pulled rabbits outta the hat that required a depth of medical knowledge that took years..just years and years of hard work...to acquire. Sure, there were those credentialed quacks that I canned along the way before they could screw me up anymore than I already was, but the good ones...the real ones...shine thru.
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"Personally I can work with just about anyone."
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I can't...and ain't gonna even try anymore..
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"What I can't rationalize is the the brutality, death, starvation, annihilation,
of an extended family which I will call Earth."
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Kin, one of the most difficult things that I've had to learn (and I'm still workin' on it) is the truth that "evil exists." Frankly, I fought this knowledge. Ya see, after going into the LIGHT of LOVE and discovering that nothing existed but LOVE, I just couldn't wrap my brain around the concept of anything really really bein' so unredeemably bad that it could qualify as evil. After my initial NDE, the force of my belief in an over riding redemption was far too instilled (afterall, even as screwed up as I thought my priorities were, I got to LOVE LOVE right on back), and, so, I had a terrible time tryin' to get a grip on what is or isn't a heinousness enough way of being that would qualify as genuinely evil. Yet, the darkside exists...and it is, from my perspective, unredeemable...and, if ya could really wrap (not merely conjecture) yer brain around rationalizing it, you just might be in the same catagory as it.
Lookin' at what ya just said, Gypsy, mayhap the problem isn't as much yours as it is with those who, actually, can understand how to rationalize, "the brutality, death, starvation, annihilation, of an extended family which I will call Earth."
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"Sorry for this next part but ( and I can never accept why this is allowed to
happen):
Right now, I'm trying to get rid of a image (from the newspaper) of a child in a hotel in Walt Disney (it's in my mind and i can't get rid of it)
World (child is blocked by photography) which was intercepted by a world-wide
search for internet child pornographers- I cannot understand where we have
begun to fail The Children- my heart weeps (there is Native American book
whose title states: The Earth Shall Weep)-
I'd like to apply this to the suffering of the children."
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Kin, after my first NDE I came to the conscious decision that I wasn't gonna have any kids. Ya see, the NDE was far to powerful and I knew that I could never put it away...there was just too much to know about what I knew, but didn't...if ya know what I mean. So, I consciously chose to not have kids, because I knew if I did, than that'd be it...I wouldn't be trackin' the death trip in the way I was built to do...and, qute frankly, I accepted the fact that, for me, kids would get in the way. I knew this, because I always knew that the most sacred thing anyone could do was to accept the responsibility that having a kid...was that of veiwing that child as a messiah...and doing one's truest to raise them in that manner by matching the energetic of a messiah in oneself. Perceiving parenthood in this way, made me blink a bunch and I accepted the fact I wasn't cut out for that level of responsibility, because I had interest that would prevent me from giving kids the energy I felt they ought be given. Thus, my run has been without the biological tie to an actual child of my own. However, in ways that a parent will never fully understand, I have more in common with their children than they do, because, not unlike me, their children aren't (as yet) parent's either.
As such, I've developed some pretty good relationships with certain kids. One in particular I've nicknamed Peaches. Now, Peaches is a real peach...and during some of her early, formulative years, we'd talk about stuff in a language that a lotta grownups have forgotten. Our main rule was "Never Lie" to one another...and we got along just fine until she got to be too old for me when she reached the ripe old age of about 7. Nevertheless, we'd talk about stuff...and I'd listen to her Dreamtimes and let her talk, in detail, about her imaginary friend (that, for her, wasn't imaginary, at all) named Sobe who lived in the woods. We'd talk about "mean kids" who were mean for the sake of just being mean. We'd talk about what it was like to be "lonely" and "hearthurt" and "happy" and "having fun." We shushed up a bit around grown ups, of course, but that was OK and we didn't make a big deal outta the fact that adults were'nt really "getting" what we were about, anyway.
Regardless, around about the time Peaches turned 5 years old, her grandmother died. This was a well loved woman and there was a lotta grief goin' on amongst the extended family. When the time came for the funeral, everyone was heading out the door for the last hooray at the gravesite. My attention had been spread around a bit during this period of time and it wasn't possible for me to have a "dead gramma" conversation with Peaches until the last minute. Thus, it wasn't until people were piling into the cars that would make up the funeral caravan that I got a good look at Peaches and noticed she was visibly distressed. Especially so, because their was some heavy duty hurt and cryin' being expressed amongst the fam.
Peaches motioned me to her side and said, "What's wrong, Michael. Why is everybody so sad." And, based on our rule of "not lying" to one another, I breeched a subject we had never before...never, ever...spoken of.
I said, "Well, Peach, ya remember the place you were before you came here?"
And she, matter-of-factly, says, "Yeah."
And I says, "Do ya remember the LIGHT?"
And she, matter-of-factly, says "Sure."
And I said, "Well, Peach, everybody's sad because they forgot ya get to go back to IT when ya die."
And, incredulously, she whispered, "Really, Michael."
And, I says, "Yeah, Peach."
And, with the angst of the ages, she wailed, "OH NO, Michael....NOOOOOOOOO."
We've never spoken of it again.
Other than to say, "Darkeness is it's own reward," I can't make rhyme nor reason outta all the ugly I see goin' on. Surely I can empathize with the angst you're feelin' regarding the Disney World Thing and can only hope that those children who wander into such darksided realms have remained, by virtue of their age and the grace of GOD, linked so closely with the LIGHT that they can tap into it to get thru when evil rears it's ugly head and The Luciferian Rebellion entropies into it's own demise....forever and ever...amen.
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"Thankyou for reading...
(I'm sorry if it went the way it went)."
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Thank You, Kin Gypsy, for caring.
INTEND INTENT...LOVE LOVE