The following is a response to an inquiry regarding trust, the utilization of the White Light, death, and the soul.
My answer is the source of this blog:
....Regarding the White Light, what it is and what it does, the source of it is Christ's healing energy -- portraits of him have always shown it, not as his aura, but a halo -- it is an energy that heals, protects, comforts, and raises the consciousness of where it is we choose to place it. Each of us has the natural ability -- power -- (although it's never been taught) to use it remotely through our mind, just as it is with meaningful prayer. However, we can take it one step farther with our mind's eye, by cocooning our subject in a bubble of White -- light, or energy -- establishing a Divine protection, inside and out, that cannot be penetrated by a negative source of any kind. It is safety.
As to the White Light and death, the actual decision to stay, or leave, is made at a soul level. Consciously or unconsciously, it is a decision made between the person and the Higher Self. If it is time to go, they go. As a by-stander, their reasons is not for us to know, It is not ours. We come into life with an agenda, a goal(s) for this life experience. and when they are met, we are finished. At least with this lifetime. However everything has it's own purpose. Even if the reason for leaving happens to be for those left behind.
With every breath in my body, I know there is no such thing as death, at least not in the way we think of it here. It is simply moving on to another life, or onto another dimension, leaving behind the cloak we need in order to survive on this earthly plane. Free spirits we are, seen as Light, we are free to do, and go, where we want. The more spiritually evolved, the brighter our essence.
I saw my dad soon after he died, and he was showing me that he was happy, doing what he loved most. He was fishing. "Really good fishing", he said as he cast out his line, and then he added "there's all sorts of critters over here".
As relieved as I was to see him, I was a bit taken back, not only by his spontaneous appearance, but also by his off-the-wall comments. I don't think I told anyone about it -- most especially not my mother, because I didn't know how she'd take it. She's always held the opinion I had alien blood running through my veins, and this would have cinched it! However, I realized the true reason I held the secrecy was a fear that the whole experience would be invalidated -- it definitely was not as anyone presupposed afterlife would be.
Many years later, not all that long before Mom died, I did tell her. Ironically, she was comforted by it, even thanked me for telling her, and then I wished I'd told her long ago.
He has been gone a long time now, some twenty-four years, and I've not seen him since. However, over and over again I have received various validations of "heaven" that catches my attention, such as it being the Fifth Dimension, and that it is true, now extinct animals from Earth have simply moved on to that plane, are very much alive and living peacefully over there....
Interesting.
I had the NDE in '86, and when I came back, not only my life changed, but I had changed. Everything looked different.
I don't remember all that much of what happened while I was out, it being similar to the dissipating details of a dream. However I am yet well aware of sitting in a small wooden rowboat, at what was probably early dawn, the muted orange, pinks and mauve sky beautifully reflecting the tranquil and serene ambiance in the still, quiet, rippleless waters. Sitting in front of me was a figure, his unseen face buried deep within the over-sized hood of his robe. I remember his asking me what I wanted to do. Whatever my answer, I was aware it was a choice, my call.
Obviously I came back, only to return to the emotional fight of my life -- a period when my life was turned completely upside down. It felt as though I was starting all over again, but with a newness I'd not experienced before, a literal recovery of who I was and what I wanted.
Had it not happened, I would not be who I am today, or doing what I do.
Since the experience, I've not feared death. True, I don't remember vivid details of the 'other side', but it did leave me with a calmness that is present with me today, an integrated knowing that there is nothing to fear. So it is that I began working with others to help them with their fears, holding the Light as they find their way, wherever it is their path takes them.
It's all about trust. Trust in an orderly Universe that says there are no accidents and that everything has its own purpose; trust that there is a loving God living within us, that we are connected to, and a part of, but is so much more powerfully magnanimous than we can ever phantom on this limited physical, material plane.
Trust is confidence. I have learned all I need do is ask, and somewhere, in some way, I receive answers. Truth feels right and thus I know I can trust.
Ultimately, the choice is mine to validate the validation. To believe or not to believe.
Oh yes, whether we think we do or not, there is always a choice...even with living and dying.
As to our gal who is in the process of coming to terms with her Higher Self, she presently has the essence of her mother around her, and a beloved aunt. Her son, who passed before her, is there, too -- appearing to her as he did when he was just a lad...I don't know why, perhaps that is a period when they were the closest, or how she best remembers him.... Dunno. It is hers.
When it is time to go, there will be other gentle spirits with her, lovingly helping her walk over the bridge into the Light.
She is not alone, nor will she be.
My heart is with you. I am a firm believer in prayer power of the White Light. All you need to do is think it, and it is there. It is easy. Use it. In helping her, it will also help you feel the peace.
Need validation? Ask. It'll come in some meaningful way. You'll know. That's a promise.
My answer is the source of this blog:
....Regarding the White Light, what it is and what it does, the source of it is Christ's healing energy -- portraits of him have always shown it, not as his aura, but a halo -- it is an energy that heals, protects, comforts, and raises the consciousness of where it is we choose to place it. Each of us has the natural ability -- power -- (although it's never been taught) to use it remotely through our mind, just as it is with meaningful prayer. However, we can take it one step farther with our mind's eye, by cocooning our subject in a bubble of White -- light, or energy -- establishing a Divine protection, inside and out, that cannot be penetrated by a negative source of any kind. It is safety.
As to the White Light and death, the actual decision to stay, or leave, is made at a soul level. Consciously or unconsciously, it is a decision made between the person and the Higher Self. If it is time to go, they go. As a by-stander, their reasons is not for us to know, It is not ours. We come into life with an agenda, a goal(s) for this life experience. and when they are met, we are finished. At least with this lifetime. However everything has it's own purpose. Even if the reason for leaving happens to be for those left behind.
With every breath in my body, I know there is no such thing as death, at least not in the way we think of it here. It is simply moving on to another life, or onto another dimension, leaving behind the cloak we need in order to survive on this earthly plane. Free spirits we are, seen as Light, we are free to do, and go, where we want. The more spiritually evolved, the brighter our essence.
I saw my dad soon after he died, and he was showing me that he was happy, doing what he loved most. He was fishing. "Really good fishing", he said as he cast out his line, and then he added "there's all sorts of critters over here".
As relieved as I was to see him, I was a bit taken back, not only by his spontaneous appearance, but also by his off-the-wall comments. I don't think I told anyone about it -- most especially not my mother, because I didn't know how she'd take it. She's always held the opinion I had alien blood running through my veins, and this would have cinched it! However, I realized the true reason I held the secrecy was a fear that the whole experience would be invalidated -- it definitely was not as anyone presupposed afterlife would be.
Many years later, not all that long before Mom died, I did tell her. Ironically, she was comforted by it, even thanked me for telling her, and then I wished I'd told her long ago.
He has been gone a long time now, some twenty-four years, and I've not seen him since. However, over and over again I have received various validations of "heaven" that catches my attention, such as it being the Fifth Dimension, and that it is true, now extinct animals from Earth have simply moved on to that plane, are very much alive and living peacefully over there....
Interesting.
I had the NDE in '86, and when I came back, not only my life changed, but I had changed. Everything looked different.
I don't remember all that much of what happened while I was out, it being similar to the dissipating details of a dream. However I am yet well aware of sitting in a small wooden rowboat, at what was probably early dawn, the muted orange, pinks and mauve sky beautifully reflecting the tranquil and serene ambiance in the still, quiet, rippleless waters. Sitting in front of me was a figure, his unseen face buried deep within the over-sized hood of his robe. I remember his asking me what I wanted to do. Whatever my answer, I was aware it was a choice, my call.
Obviously I came back, only to return to the emotional fight of my life -- a period when my life was turned completely upside down. It felt as though I was starting all over again, but with a newness I'd not experienced before, a literal recovery of who I was and what I wanted.
Had it not happened, I would not be who I am today, or doing what I do.
Since the experience, I've not feared death. True, I don't remember vivid details of the 'other side', but it did leave me with a calmness that is present with me today, an integrated knowing that there is nothing to fear. So it is that I began working with others to help them with their fears, holding the Light as they find their way, wherever it is their path takes them.
It's all about trust. Trust in an orderly Universe that says there are no accidents and that everything has its own purpose; trust that there is a loving God living within us, that we are connected to, and a part of, but is so much more powerfully magnanimous than we can ever phantom on this limited physical, material plane.
Trust is confidence. I have learned all I need do is ask, and somewhere, in some way, I receive answers. Truth feels right and thus I know I can trust.
Ultimately, the choice is mine to validate the validation. To believe or not to believe.
Oh yes, whether we think we do or not, there is always a choice...even with living and dying.
As to our gal who is in the process of coming to terms with her Higher Self, she presently has the essence of her mother around her, and a beloved aunt. Her son, who passed before her, is there, too -- appearing to her as he did when he was just a lad...I don't know why, perhaps that is a period when they were the closest, or how she best remembers him.... Dunno. It is hers.
When it is time to go, there will be other gentle spirits with her, lovingly helping her walk over the bridge into the Light.
She is not alone, nor will she be.
My heart is with you. I am a firm believer in prayer power of the White Light. All you need to do is think it, and it is there. It is easy. Use it. In helping her, it will also help you feel the peace.
Need validation? Ask. It'll come in some meaningful way. You'll know. That's a promise.
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