If we accept the idea of recycling humans (reincarnation) what effects might we see today from the Inquisition?
I recall a member of AMORC asking me why he had so much trouble achieving out-of-body experiences. So I had a look and saw a corridor in a monastery where all the monks were asleep. An older monk walked up and down the corridor at night looking for monks who were out of their bodies. When he saw one, that monk was dragged out and punished severely. It seemed to me that the Frater who asked me, was still programmed to avoid punishable behaviour.
So there may be behavioural issues including fear of:
- non-conformity - authority - hot and sharp objects.
There might also be some inquisitors back in the body, still practicing their art because they know no other.
One of the common issues that I notice amongst those practiced upon is fear of some large machinery - particularly escalators or loud cars driven by young males. (I know a woman who at the age of 7, when her father was about to buy a caravan, said to him that if he did she would take to it with an axe.)
Another issue is an inability to sleep with a ticking clock.
>I almost faint and loose it when some things are shared
That might indicate some unresolved issues.
It seems to be that some victims of the Inquisition learned to vacate the body or parts thereof when being interrogated. That learned behaviour often remains - e.g. unusually weak hands and feet and an instinct to conceal them.
I remember a woman who had a near death experience with all the trimmings. After that she came out of the body rather too easily.
My suspicion is that for those humans working to anchor higher energies there is some value in being firmly anchored in a physical body before starting.
As a youth I desperately tried to leave my body as an act of will. It never happened. After a couple LSD experiences that was the last thing I wanted and I don't know why exactly. In any event I'm quite happy to inhabit this old body until I receive the summons to give it up. I suspect that those too anchored to the body may give it up only reluctantly when it's time to move on. These folks may not look upon death as a release.
Without being too morbid about it, isn't death the portal to an expanded existence without the fetters of the physical holding one back? Perhaps being unable to enter that world at will is a very good thing, as Martha Stewart would say. Once tasting that freedom why would anyone want to stay around here?
I suspect that those too anchored to the body may give it up only reluctantly when it's time to move on. These folks may not look upon death as a release.
Without being too morbid about it, isn't death the portal to an expanded existence without the fetters of the physical holding one back? Perhaps being unable to enter that world at will is a very good thing, as Martha Stewart would say. Once tasting that freedom why would anyone want to stay around here?
Well stepnwolf I can only talk of my own near death experience.
A small cut on my ear got inflected and I became quite ill. So much so that I was rushed to hospital and one evening I felt my body close down on me bit by bit. It was painful, but also a relief. When I realised that things were going downhill I made my way to the nurses station and was told not to sleep. You try that - it was rather difficult. After being checked over I was told that I could sleep but that I would be checked regularly. Anyhow by that stage I knew that I was dying and started to panic - with the sole question "had I done enough." I wish I could say that I was worried about my family etc but in those last moments I was purely concerned about whether I had done enough.
Anyhow I slipped off to sleep. Apparently I was in a fever spike though I did not know that at the time.
I had an interesting journey through an Egyptian style judgement scene and was finally told that I had indeed done enough and that I was now free to walk with the gods. I didn't believe it. I actually questioned the Gods if they were sure!! Anyhow when they stopped chuckling they sent me down a more Christian type journey where by the end of it I was again at the old point of transfer and again I was told that I have done enough and was free to walk over.
I jumped at the chance. However I was then told that God wanted me to return to do more, but it was a free choice, no issues if I didn't and chose to return to him. So there was me in comfort, eager to step over but equally being asked to come back again if I could stomach more time on Earth. That has been one of the most difficult decisions I have ever had to make.
Anyhow I reflected and though if God wants me to return who am I to refuse, so I decided to return. [it really was a free choice no pressure]. At that point I awoke to a nurse shining a light in my face and I felt like I could run a mile [even though walking had been excruciatingly painful only 2 hours before]. I felt fresh as a daisy.
My consultant was so worried that he was straight on the phone to another hospital as he was worried about the fever spike and I needed a broader range of antibiotics and possibly surgery, so it was off to a specialist surgery ward. A week later I escaped the knifes on the morning of my scheduled operation [abscess type things had appeared on my face which was what the surgery was for] and was duly discharged.
So what can I take from this?
1. Yes I was in a fever spike due to infection, my face had golf balls in them, and I had been on an antibiotic fuelled hallucination. But equally I connected with God. 2. If you take the God aspect (as opposed to the fever spike hallucination) it does mean that I am here today as the request of God, who it must be said I do have a close relationship with nowadays. Gnosis, not belief. 3. But then equally given that my sole concern in my final moments was "had I done enough" it does make me wonder where that came from? For I have rarely decided to do anything, beyond get educated, get a good job, improve my life etc. All of my being a pain in the ass stuff comes from my heart, not from conscious decisions [like to study hard to get into university etc].
And specifically to your thoughts stepnwolf:-
4. I was eager to move on, just worried that I had in essence failed in my time here [some people do think that I am a failure in life due to choices I have made], death to me was a positive thing akin to "going home" and I do now think, rightly or wrongly that I could die pretty much whenever I want simply by letting go. 5. Why stay here [re your Martha Stewart comment]? Well - experience - experience - experience. And to see what Gods plans are for me. And the funny thing is if global powers that be have the insight and the courage to enable me, I really do think that now I could assist enabling this planet in so many different ways. Do I expect that to happen? Of course not, might end up unemployed all my life. But it is an interesting philisophical position. Mind you given how hard a time I am giving my countries leaders [for going too far too fast], european politicians [for creating social disharmony as they try to sort things out], and in the ufo field [which I will admit I am loving more and more as every year passes and more credible people find the courage to come forwards], I might well end up strung up under a bridge!!!!
A few years have passed since that night now, and I can still remember it with crystal clarity, which is interesting given that before and after it in hospital I was extremely groggy on all the antibiotics etc.
Last Edit: Jul 6, 2013 21:17:46 GMT 9.5 by stewartedwards
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Who am I trying to kid for I can’t even resolve family darkness. Whoever is next to step up, please do.
>I almost faint and loose it when some things are shared
That might indicate some unresolved issues.
It seems to be that some victims of the Inquisition learned to vacate the body or parts thereof when being interrogated. That learned behaviour often remains - e.g. unusually weak hands and feet and an instinct to conceal them.
Wow! Something like that may explain why for years I wore only long-sleeve shirts. I had an aversion to exposing my naked arms in public. Living in the tropics for so many years got me over that peculiarity, because short-sleeves are so much more comfortable. Add a new classification of psychological disorder: weird with reason!
>unusually weak hands and feet and an instinct to conceal them
I noticed a news photo the other day of a smartly dressed woman wearing strong colours from the knees upwards and zero contrast below the knee with skin coloured shoes. Other women would have been making a fashion statement with the shoes as well but in this case the shoes appeared to be identical in colour to the legs. I had never seen such identical colouring.
