
She looked at the body laying on the gurney. I think that’s me,” she said, delightedly. “How cool is this? I’m out. I’m free,” she continued joyfully. “WHOOOO HOOOO!”
White coats rushed into the room and started talking and doing things to her body. She listened and watched for awhile, but she saw a tiny white light to her right, and wanted to check it out…so she did.
“Hey,” someone said, telepathically. “Nice to see you. Did you have fun?”
A bright being was standing in front of her. “Have fun, where?” she thought.
“On earth, silly. Where else.”
“Fun? What does that mean? What kind of fun? What does fun mean to you? Define your terms.”
“Fun in a body. Fun on the planet earth. What do you mean what does it mean?”
“Fun? On earth? Have you been there?” she thought at him.
“Uh. Not really. So, I guess not.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? You’ve either been there, or you haven’t been there.”
“When you put it that way, then, no. I haven’t been there.”
“That’s what I thought,” she sighed. “You really need to go there, so you’ll understand what it’s like, then you might ask a different opening question.”
“Don’t you feel the love that’s here? It’s surrounding you, welcoming you home, telling you it loves you? There’s no other feeling anywhere, that’s like this all encompassing unconditional love.”
“If you say so?”
“If I say so? Unconditional love is coming at you from everywhere. It should feel amazing. I mean people usually cry, or get really excited, and want to be held in it forever.”
“Right,” she said. “Obviously I’m either dead, or having a near death experience.”
“NDE. You have more to do on earth before you come home.”
“Home?”
“Yes, home. Here. This place is home.”
She looked around. “You sure?”
“Of course, I’m sure,” he shot into her mind. “How can you not be sure?”
“I don’t feel what the other NDE people felt. I don’t get that whole love thing. And I have a ton of questions that need answers.”
“What kind of questions?”
“Are you my guide?”
“One of them, yes. And before you ask, you have two. Two guides, I mean.”
“And you’re one of them?”
“I am. Now watch this bit of film,” he thought at her.
“So, that was my life review in two seconds?”
“It was actually a fraction of a second, but yes…it was. Does it make you want to go back to your body and make up for all the things that you did, even the things you didn’t know you were doing?”
“You’re kidding, right? The things I did were relevant the moment, not something I can look back on and and think I should have done something different. That’s insane. Looking at things behind me is a waste of time. Easy to see what I may have done differently when twenty years have gone by. Waste of time, and if people, or souls, or consciousness, whatever dead people are called, go back to earth for another round, to make up for the mistakes they made while they were alive in their past life, they’ll just make new mistakes in their current life, and have to make up for them in yet ANOTHER life. It will never end. Not only that, but what I said or did, has nothing to do with how others felt. That’s on them. So I already told everyone I know that when they die, they NEVER have to worry about what they said to me, because I couldn’t care less.”
“You’re odd.”
“Thank you. I think this whole heaven thing is a cult.”
“Really odd.”
“Look, if consciousness/energy woke up, and wanted to play, and if everything that exists is that consciousness, then how can there be inequality and a hierarchy? And all that stuff about no matter how horrendous a person is, killing millions, his soul is pure, and nothing is real, everything is perfect because people come into bodies to torture and be tortured for the learning experience…well, good luck with that. If that makes sense to you, we have nothing in common.”
“We are the same thing,” thought her guide. “We have everything in common.”
And what a cop out free will is. I think whatever the consciousness is, enjoys watching people on earth suffer. Or at least it doesn’t care enough to stop it, because IT is learning through whatever nightmares are taking place. Who set up free will? Who made the rules? If we are what is, then did we do it? I don’t think so. THIS place is the same as being on earth, only earth is a violent place, and wherever this place is, is supposed to be about love. YOU can’t even dislike me, or argue with me, because it’s not allowed...love won’t let you do it, so there’s no free will, in this place, because the rules are all about acceptance and love. You can’t even be angry.”
“Why would I want to be angry? I don’t want to be angry, because you are perfect and I love you.”
“My point exactly. You don’t have a choice. You can’t see anything else. It’s what you are.”
“You’re so human.”
“You’re so not. And I still can’t get over that life review. As long as you had good intent, while in a body, and even if you didn’t, you’re going to keep making earth mistakes because you’re on earth. If you’re on earth, in a body, all that stuff comes with the territory, and living through what your words, or actions, did to someone else, is not your responsibility, it’s the other person’s. So feeling what the other person felt when WE said, or did, something that hurt her, or him, is just silly, since half the time no one knows what will hurt someone else. If we had to think about everything we said, never speaking would be the best way to live. But wait…you have a rule that states that if you think it, you projected those thoughts onto the person, so words don’t even have to be spoken.” She started laughing, well, as much as soul can laugh. “What a set-up. All your bases are covered. It’s a no win, completely controlled environment.”
“You’ll understand later,” he thought, lovingly.
“Is that the same as people telling kids, they’ll understand when they’re older? Even though that’s just another lie.”
“What?”
“Never mind. I’m hard to get along with, but all that love stuff is creepy. Wanting it as bad as people say they do, makes them easy to control. Like me with chocolate”
“It’s not like that. You should be feeling happy and feel the deepest love you’ve ever felt, and all of it directed at you.”
“You can’t even think there’s something wrong with me for feeling the way I do. You’re so full of love you can’t really see me. You are allowed one opinion only. You are literally blinded by love and programed to have one feeling.”
“I do see you, and you’re perfect. You are pure love.”
“If I’m love and I’m perfect, and everything I do and say is perfect…you know what that means, don’t you?”
“What does it mean?”
“You can’t IMPROVE perfection. If everything we do, or say, is perfect, then there’s no need for a life review, because we did exactly what we were supposed to do, and we did it…perfectly. Therefore, the life review is a movie of perfection. What can one learn from perfection? How long have I been here?”
“About a minute and a half. Time doesn’t exist here.”
“I’m going back, right?” she thought at him.
“You are. I can take you someplace you’d like to see, before you go.”
“A different planet?”
“Sure,” he thought, happily. “Which one?”
“One with other beings on it.”
And instantly they were there, watching tall, slender beings, move silently over the ground.
“Wow. It’s so quiet here.”
“Yes. This species meditates for their entire lives.”
“They aren’t looking at us, even though we must look weird to them.”
“They can’t see us. Our vibration level is far too low.”
“See. Hierarchy. If we are all made from the same stuff, and we were all made at the awakening of consciousness/energy, how can inequality exist? If we are all ONE, then the thing we are, isn’t equal in ITSELF. Like my leg being less equal than my arm. None of this makes sense.”
“I think you have to go back now.”
“Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“No.”
“Brainwashing with love. Same as any other kind of brainwashing. I guess it’s better than violence, but then love, violence, hatred and everything else, aren’t real, right? Life is all pretend. Maybe consciousness is pretend as well. We should love the killers, because they are pure souls just experiencing what it’s like to be killers. Good and evil do not exist, so how can what we say, or do, to someone else, matter? That can’t possibly make sense. I’ve seen the looks on the faces of NDE people. I’ve seen their tears. I’ve listened to their words. They have experienced a kind of ecstasy. Something happened to them, and they are changed. I don’t get it.”
“You’re thinking with a human mind.”
“Opposed to what?”
“You’re pure, loving soul mind.”
“Do you really think pigs fly at night?” she thought.
“I’ve seen them roller skate, does that count?”
She smiled. “You’re okay…for a guide, I mean.”
“We all are all okay, and I’ve met you a thousand times, once for each of your lives.”
“Aw, don’t ruin it. I was just starting to like you, and here you are telling me I’m insane.”
“You’re not insane, and I love you.”
“Of course you love me You don’t have any other choice, remember?”
“Bye,” he thought, as she disappeared.
She squeezed back into her body and felt the pain. “Ack! My body is too small,” she whispered.
“She’s awake,” said the nurse.
“How can we stand to be squashed like this?”
“She had a NDE,” said the doctor. “A lot of that going around nowadays.”
She closed her eyes and wondered how she could get out of her body, so she could breath, when her guide whispered, “Just relax, you only have to finish your life, then you’ll be home again.”
“Couldn’t leave it alone, could you,” she thought.
“I’m with you all the time, you know,” he muttered.
“Even when I take a shower?”
“I don’t look.”
“OMG,” she thought, as she drifted off to sleep.
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