Date:   1/2/2008 8:16:00 PM ( 16 y ago)
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While reading people's NDE testimonies over at
http://www.near-death.com


I found this part of one woman's experience that really proves to me that our Thoughts have Power for good or negative. I'm so inspired by her experience, that when I meditate, I'm going to try mentally creating things as well. I won't be surprised if years later, I end up seeing what my mind thought up!

Here is a part of her beautiful testimony:

"....on though, I began to ask myself some questions. Now that I'm dead, what do I do next? Where do I go from here? What am I supposed to do? As my questions continued, blobs began to form within my peripheral vision. Only this time, they were clear, translucent, pastel bubbles. If I exercised my thought or asked a question, more blobs appeared. If I remained quiet, nothing happened. A puzzle!



So I began to experiment. Maybe, just maybe, these blobs were manifestations of thought energy. Maybe they could be controlled and directed. Most of my life as Phyllis, I had heard phrases like: thoughts are things, whatever you think long enough will come true, thoughts are the blueprints of life, we create our own realities. These statements seemed logical to me, so I had long since accepted their value and merit and made them a part of my personal philosophy. But never before, that I can recall, did I ever have an opportunity to actually test the truth of them, to really prove to myself one way or another just how thoughts work. Now was my chance and I took it.



My experiment involved focusing all my thoughts and energy into one single activity - creating a house. The house I wanted to think into being was quite specific. It had to be like a white cube with a steeply pitched roof, a front porch with three white pillars, and a green porch floor, a shiny brass doorknob on the door, a solid strong foundation. The house had to have windows and doors that opened and closed. It took what seemed to me incredible energy to focus in this manner, as if I were using muscles I hadn't used for some time.



I was finally able to accomplish a single focus, then, like a laser, project my image forward into space. In my mind existed only the house. Soon enough, outside of me, the house stood, solid, real and fully dimensional.



By now, the home and life of Phyllis Huffman had faded from view and from memory. I was barely cognizant of existing in another dimension of bright substance yet without color, sound, shape or movement. It was a happy place but devoid of the trappings I had come to associate with humanity and being a human. My only interest now was the house of white before me.



As near as I could tell, the house was real. I pounded on the door and there was the familiar thud of wood. The doorknob was metal, the windows, glass. Everything opened and closed and was full-sized. I was so elated at this event that I chose to next create a tree. After all, a house is an inanimate object. My question now was, could I create an animate object? Was that possible?



Using the same procedure, I chose a tree of many branches and leaves, with a thick huge trunk and large protruding roots gnarled by time. And the tree came into being complete with insect holes in its bark. I guess it would take someone who had had a similar experience to understand what happened next.



I simply flipped out. Something inside of me went - twang! I was like a kid with a new toy or a child who had discovered how to walk for the first time. I flew into a creation binge without stops. I created everything I could think of: cities, houses, people, dogs, cats, telephone wires, trash cans, cars, schools, churches, children, books, buses, roads, fences, grass, flowers, lawns, streams, birds, suns, rain, sound, language, breath, motion. Everything existed on its own and became independent of me. There was life and intelligence. And the whole event so filled me with pleasure, I just watched and watched some more. There it was. Creation!



I didn't feel like God. I just felt tired. But I began to realize I was like a co-creator, made with the same abilities as That Which Existed Beyond Me. Thoughts really are energy that can be shaped and used according to our choices. It really works. I had my proof...."


 

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