“Religion, mysticism and magic all spring from the same basic ‘feeling’ about the universe: a sudden feeling of meaning, which human beings sometimes ‘pick up’ accidentally, as your radio might pick up some unknown station. Poets feel that we are cut off from meaning by a thick, lead wall, and that sometimes for no reason we can understand the wall seems to vanish and we are suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of the infinite interestingness of things.” ~ Colin Wilson, The Occult
Sometimes I feel really silly, or Simply daft, to speak of Beings of Light. I mean come on. But I am in good company when I speak as such. That’ll do. I was looking at, for the first time in a long time, Eban Alexander’s website. Friggin guy comes across so New Age-y. I was never that way but in many ways I thought that way. Still, I believe Dr. Alexander’s claim, his story. I am thinking about this now because I am going to a reading by an author, Debra Diamond, who has put into words the experiences of twelve people, one of whom is me, who have has NDEs and have had subsequent odd, and maybe even amazing, phenomena as a result. Side effects from a dream? Yeah, maybe. I burnt out many a light bulb in the months after my NDE, simply through proximity. I’d go to turn off a lamp and before I even touched the switch the bulb would burn out. Or I’d walk by close to a burning bulb and it would pop into darkness. This happened too many times, in my estimation, for it to be coincidence. Another thing is that I would feel light as a tactile phenomenon. Light would feel like fabric against my skin, no matter the intensity of the light. Odd. The thing is that I experienced this a few days ago and I was taken by the magnificence of this perception.
People speak of Oneness and Light, and Love. I am more scientific minded; I don’t know what the significance of the Light and Love stuff is. We are all connected. I can see that fact and, for the life of me I do not see that as any more than physics 101. People say that and I think, “And your point is . . . “? And then there is my discarnate friend, who I see as the Celtic goddess Brighid. I mean, what’s up with that. Her presence in my life is an influence that goes way beyond any connections I have with real, corporeal people. When she shows up I get a feeling of vastness, as if some curtain on some grand stage has been pulled back, and I see something that is as of yet incomprehensible to me, yet despite its mysterious nature I know that it is part and parcel an integral part of the Universe as we know it. The old idea that analogizes to a TV, where you are tuned in to one channel yet there are many other channels that you cannot see because you tuned in to a specific one, applies here. As for that curtain, and the stage, it would be easy to go right to that scene in The Wizard of Oz. Friggin fake that guy. Not so in my case.
I have tried for 31.48 years now to convince myself that I was casually lying about it all, and I have been unable to do so, because it is not a lie, and it is not psychological confabulation either. Whatever happened is happening now; a timeless thing that still rings like a crystal bell in its state of being realer than real. I’m not saying that physical reality is an illusion. That claim seems friggin silly to me. Compared to what. It’s all consciousness, they say. Well, yeah, and . . .? Yet, my discarnate friend laughs a lot, and I think that the laughter has something to do with my being of two worlds in my split between scientific view and the spiritual view. Duality, they call it. And on and on and on and on. I say let the researchers take to the task of wringing an answer out of the questions, but we all know that the questions are more important than the answers, and to me that is because once posed the questions already exist, whereas the answers may never come. So? Live in the moment? I live in my head, as they say. Be here now. I am dude, I am. You create your own reality? My reality today consists of cats and kittens, and taking care of their needs. Let me tell you right here and now (giggle), them cats is magic. They see things we don’t. My cat even knows when it is exactly 3:33 AM. What’s up with that. Can you even imagine a cat wearing an Apple Watch? They could wake you up then give you the weather report, then the top headlines.
I end this post in silliness and I feel no compunction in doing so. I’m giving up reality, of any nature, today. What I do will be done for the doin’, and thereupon I will wonder. That’s all. I wonder. Let’s go from there, k?
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.