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From: MSN Nicknamemyckkia  (Original Message)Sent: 5/1/2006 7:14 AM
<NOBR>MSN NicknameEerie7</NOBR>  (Original Message) Sent: 10/20/2005 4:24 PM
I found this on another group that I frequent...   thought I would share it here...   ~eerie
 

 When Someone Dies....

 

Now is a time of grand departure from the Earth Plane.  It is very difficult for some of you to remain physical, as these transformative energies rise. Each new "wave" of energy feels like a flood--threatening to overtake and consume everything you are and have. For some, the rising tides of emotion and personal, physical hardship are just too big of a challenge. The "waters" break through and they are suddenly swept away, leaving many loved ones behind them, in states of grief and shock. 

What happens when someone you love dies? Where do they go? What is your connection to them now? Will you ever see each other again? 

The Mythology of Death is a major part of localized Dogma that flows freely, from culture to culture. Even as these tides of transformative energy rise and fall, so is there a continuing flow of stories about what happens on "the Other Side" and the ultimate fate of those who leave this world. As we said last year, in our transmission entitled "An Exodus of Souls," these questions and inquiries become especially poignant when they involve the sudden death of children. 

Today, we would like to examine with you an expanded view of how all these myths and beliefs can be brought together, and harmonized into a Oneself Consciousness. 

HOW DEATH AFFECTS THOSE LEFT BEHIND

The passing over of a loved one signifies an investment you are making in eternity. Whereas your attention may have been solely focused upon the World of the Seen, prior to this departure... now there is a portion of your consciousness peering out, beyond the Veil... watching and wondering about those who are no longer present with you, in physical form. You wonder where they have gone to, and what they must think and feel in their new estate. 

And so we will tell you. Your recently departed loved one is thinking and feeling EVERYTHING, EVERYWHERE... but no less than he or she was feeling one minute before this departure, from your perceived universe. And no less so than YOU are, at some level of yourself, at this very moment.  

Your loved one, and you, are Citizens of the Multiverse.  The Omni-Sensory Perceptual Complex that is available to you there could be likened to a huge Director's Booth at a TV station, or a multi-screen console that one might notice upon visiting the main security station at a huge office complex. You have access, through this technology, to a multitude of viewpoints (cameras)... which you can access at any time.

Do you remember the huge monitoring system that was owned by one of the main characters in the movie "Sliver?" He certainly loved to WATCH, didn't he? And friends, you certainly love to watch as well. The primary difference between your Multiversal Watcher Self, and what you might think of as a common "voyeur" is... a belief in separation. The basic requirement for accessing Multiversal Technology is a deep belief, right to your core, that everything you see and experience is truly an aspect of YOU.    

At the console, a version of you sits and peruses your many life involvements... in whatever detail you require. (As we tell you this, you must realize that we are laying out a physical, linear construct.... so that you might visualize, to some degree, what the Multiverse is like.  This is not inclusive of everything, by any means. It is merely suggestive of some aspects of this level of reality.) 

The "Watcher Self" of your departed loved one... who sits at that console... sees the fragment of YOU that is him, as well as the fragment of HIM that is you. Do you see? These viewpoints represent variations on a similar theme---though each viewpoint is also unique, according to which level of being that a person wishes to explore.  

It has been said, friend to friend... as expressions of devotion... "If you could see you the way that I see you... " and this is meant to convey a sense of personal esteem, a way of viewing reality through some special lens--some filter, which blows away pettiness or foolishness and sees only that which is noble and true.  We call this viewpoint "Soft Eyes"... eyes that see things in their noblest light. In days to come, you will utilize these "Soft Eyes" as you look back over your times of interaction with that fragment of self you call "Nick."  This Multiversal Sensory Console has this power... to filter and to collate images according to your need and your desire.

The experience of your loved one IN TIME is to be distinguished from his presence IN ETERNITY. Both versions exist NOW, have always existed, and they always will. But they do serve different purposes. Your temporal "fragments" are designed for experience, while your Overself exists to collate and harmonize the data that comes in from those various realities. The Watcher Self eyes which survey your birth experience are the very same eyes that look upon you as you take (what appears to be) your last breath. 

THE TRUTH ABOUT "DEATH"

Death is illusion. And when we say this, we are not implying that it isn't real. We are simply meaning to convey that death is not the whole picture of what is happening. For this purpose, we will invoke our own specific definition of the word "illusion," as it relates to this process. 

Remember what we said about this? "Illusion is the belief that what is seen, in any physical space, is ALL THAT EXISTS in that space." What you see is what you get. That is true. But the very space in which you see it is also host to a thousand, a million, a BILLION other images and scenes... all vibrating at different rates (like stations on a radio dial)... all inhabiting that that space, at once!  Each moment of eternity... every inch of physical space is actually a swirling vortex, which goes on and on.. into infinity!

When someone in your universe "dies," it simply means that the story line you co-created with them has just killed them off.

"They died."

This is the explanation that your (invisible) playwright gives you, the audience, for where they went.  It is a contract that was made, between your soul and theirs, for an enactment of the experience of loss and departure--following by a time of integration and continuation of the story line at hand.   

All their "death scenes" are spliced in, from a limitless library of possible alternative "deaths." This special effect allows the audience, who still believes in death, to find out what it feels like to lose a part of him or herself. It provokes you to fear, and wonder where they all went.  It all happens so quickly, on so many levels. People "come" and they "go" from your universe, like players who step on and off the stage, at a playhouse. And, on certain occasions, the story plot tells you that they "died," and will never return. But that is only part of the story.  What does their own story plot tell THEM?

Did you ever awake from a horrible dream, where you are being killed off by a foe? You open your eyes and say, "Oh! I was only dreaming... " Then, you kiss your sleeping mate and get dressed for work. Meanwhile, back in the world of that "dream," where others perceive(d) your departure, do they cry tears for you and put up a stone? Do they look at the horizon and wonder where you have gone?  

You've always been HERE, in the universe of YOUR perception. Your dreams are just rumblings that reveal a Multiversal exchange of your image. Soul fragments, which an Expanded Self is using in other story plots.

Past lives? Future lives? Other lives? No. They are all NOW lives. One person---embodied and portrayed in all the ways he can be---SEPARATED, divided by a Veil. Cinema Multiplex! Each "Now Moment" is a Multidimensional Vehicle---using a sophisticated form of Cinematography---to move us from context to context, movie to movie. To be "them" looking at "you" is simply a matter of redefining who "you" are.

WHAT DO YOU WANT OR NEED TO BELIEVE?

Each person in your universe lives now, and always has in your very own heart. And the version of you that is HIM lives on in his perceptual universe as well. The situation wherein you find a body lying there in front of you, in a funeral home, feels quite sad... because you have been programmed with certain beliefs about 3D life... attitudes and expectations that are deeply ingrained. But that loved one NEVER lived in that body even when he appeared to be "alive." In your perceptual universe, NOTHING is separate. It only appears to be so.   

Have you heard this beautiful poem? It seems to say it all...

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
Text by Mary Frye

We are the Reconnections. Even as your tightly-programmed emotional system is "set" to go through certain departure rituals (and beautiful they are!)... feelings of grief, loss, and even despair... there is a part of you that is now beginning to REMEMBER... and in that remembrance, the gap that seems to separate your heart from theirs will also begin to decrease. 

This transition may take what appears to be TIME... and that is perfect... but, little by little, this "investment" you have made, in the Other Side of the Veil, will increase. The INTEREST that accumulates there is directly proportionate the deposits that are made into the account. 

"Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also." 

One way to make a deposit is the relinquishing, in what appears to be "death" or "loss of someone or something you love. Another way is simply to SPEND TIME... and ATTENTION... looking beyond the Veil, owning what you perceive there AS SELF... 

What do you wish to believe about your departed loved one at this moment? Rest assured, a portion of that being is there... busily doing just that... the good, the bad, and the ugly. 

The only thing any of you lose, as you move on, is your TIGHT ATTACHMENT to DENSITY... and the accompanying limitation of perspective that goes with it.  It is as though you move up onto the side of a bubble... an expanding bubble... encircling your familiar life-context, and then grows and grows. As you ride the expanding edge of that bubble, your personal "borderlines" expand beyond one singular body, and you begin to experience yourself (actually) as your house, your land, your county, your state, your country, your world, your galaxy, and beyond. 

Your console at the "Director's Booth" affords your loved one this perspective. And so does YOURS. Indeed, there will come a time when this loved one may even come to actively assist you in becoming acquainted with your very own console, while you are still identified in physical form. In a sense, that contact is now being made, through us. We are an embodiment of this voice from beyond. We are a composite of the MEMORIES you have left behind.  

Do you know what you did yesterday? Everything.

Do you know what you'll do tomorrow? Everything.

It is only NOW, in this moment... that you can do SOMETHING. 

What do you want to do, in this moment? Where do you wish to go? NOW is the only moment there is. It is infinite in its expansion, and you are already represented there in a whole host of alternative forms... all encompassed in this one gigantic BUBBLE of a moment.  The physical YOU is only one level of a multi-level "high rise" of a building. Look inward, with your spiritual eyes, and you will be able to see it. You only need to BELIEVE YOU CAN and you will! As the bubble rises, so can your personal perspective of who you are, and where you are going. It's all there, and it always was.  You have simply forgotten, that's all. 

When someone dies, he suddenly REMEMBERS HIMSELF as one with everything and everyone. So can you, if you are ready to try. More will be shared about this in days to come. In the meantime, allow yourself to fully experience every bit of this life process: the laughter, the memories, the tears... because you came here, and inhabited this body, to accomplish that. 

Those you have loved are always with you... even as they have been all along. Everything and everyone is WITH YOU... WITHIN YOU, actually... and that makes you pretty vast, indeed! 

Our Soul Group is with you at every moment. Just reach out for us and we will be there. Believe. Receive this support! More is happening now, on your planet, than anyone realizes. More will be revealed, in time.      

We love you. 

<end transmission>

 

Channeled by Daniel Jacob
www.reconnections.net
Copyright, 2005, by Daniel Jacob. All Rights Reserved.  May be copied and shared, for purposes of personal growth and/or research, so long as the above URL and this copyright notice are included in their entirety. All reproduction for profit, by any means, requires the written permission of Reconnections, Inc. 




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From: MSN Nicknamewomanlikehalo0Sent: 5/1/2006 6:08 PM
Oh My Word!! WHAT A BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF WORK!!!
AWESOME JOB HUN!
While I was reading this I thought of myMom,  Dad & Grandson.The year my Dad crossed over was 1994, a week before he died he visited me it awoke me.At the foot of my bed there he stands and he said to me "I can go now, Sis is gonna be ok". ( I just got out of an abusive marriage) then he was gone, i called Mom to see if Dad was ok,she said yes.A week later while at a parade he was driving a team of mules along with my nephew. Dad fell over with a Massive Heart attack, leaving my nephew to control the mules.They quickly started to run my nephew frantic only about 7 yrs old . The parade had not started yet. They tried to revive him but he was gone. After the funeral I told my sisiter-in laws about Dad coming to me, they looked at me like I was crazy.But, this goes hand in hand with the article.I didn't tell Mom because I thought she would get scared.I stayed with her that summer and took care of Dad's garden, it grew so big and beautiful, Mom said Dad's garden had never looked so beautiful, and plentiful. I wanted to tell her Dad helped me weed one day and everyday after, but I knew she wouldn't believe me. I knew he was with me but... couldn't tell her. I wanted to tell her he was looking over her too, but.. While I was staying with her the phone would ring at night, nobody there. I knew it was Dad letting me know of his presence.

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From: MSN Nicknamewomanlikehalo0Sent: 5/1/2006 6:22 PM
He would make music, walking from the dining room door to the kitchen others heard it too. Wondered where the music was coming from, I KNEW.Dad died in June 1994, that following winter in 1995 (Feb), my son and daughter-inlaw lost the baby, she was 5 mos. pregnant. She delivered him and I know he was still alive (mom said it was my imagination), but He smiled at me and died in my arms. Took care of kids as they were devistated, came back and a Nurse asked me if I would like to spend time with him in another room. I said yes, so Baby Tylar and I had a conversation. He told me too take care of his Mom & Dad. I said yes I would. (Ihave never told anyone this before especially my kids). Mom asked me if we would like to bury him on top of Dad. I was amazed as it never crossed my mind. I paid for his funeral and made it a beautiful one. I bought a white casket an dbeautiful flowers. My Kids were to devastated,so I took over with arrangements.
Two years later, Mom died of Cancer. I helped her and took very good care of her down to the last minute of her life. One day, ( she wasn't able to respond, kind of comatose). She opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling and said "oh, it's so beautiful up there.Well just the day before my sister said I was taking the book they gave us to know what stage she was in.

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From: MSN Nicknamewomanlikehalo0Sent: 5/1/2006 6:35 PM
So, anyway, I knew she was looking up to Heaven, but again I could not say anyhting (I thought what close minded ppl theyare). So, I called my sister in there and I said what do you see up there Momma? She repeated, "it's so beautiful up there. I told my sister she was looking to Heaven. She screamed and frantically ran out of the room. Two days later, I was still along her bedside  ( I promised her she wouldn't die alone ). She was huffing and puffing and fighting it (crossing over), I said Momma don't fight it just let the Agels do what they have to. I didn't wake my sister because I knew she would freak. The next morning Mom had wet her bed clothes so we were changing her, andwe turned her back on her back and I noticed, Mom had died. Knowing this I kept quiet again, My sister noticed Mom'tongue out. She said "something is wrong", I said yes MOMMA IS GONE. She freaked and ran out, I called the dr to tell him, he sent the Coroner out to the house, I stayed there by her side till he got there.
We Don't Know Our Own Strength  when this happens you can never really prepare for it.  This article brought all of the memories back to me while reading it and with greater detail. Thank You So Much For Sharing this with me..

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