Don't Get Pulled Into A Gray World. Be Ready.
Friday, May 17, 2013
This hub may not be for everyone. I discuss what I believe is possible when life is considered over.
This hub is about living, and dying which are two natural events. Life can be about many things. It may be about joy, or happiness, fulfillment, love, hope, dreams, courage, and even bravery.
Life can be gray if you make it so, or about regrets, negative emotions, or darkness . Life can be about a fear of dying simply because you're body is aging.
What I am about to say has something to do with my life as I have endured mixed emotions because of past events. I am going to talk about what I feel life may be like after we pass on.
I live in within the realms of turmoils in my existence. Sometimes I am happy, and experience joy when I am near my wonderful wife, and disabled daughter.However there are times when I live in a gray world filled with hopelessness, and gray, or dark dreams which are dull , and sometimes callus, and cold blooded , and negative where I seek great peace .
I'm not sure what I just said. Outside influences can at times disrupt a life design. Two relatives in our lives are non stop whining about how old they have become, and it is obvious they fear dying .
Negative talk pulls me down into their gray world because I have experienced so many difficult worlds of my own. All I can say is, be brave, and when you're time comes face you're inevitability's with courage because God will be waiting for you on the other side.
Be brave, be bold, and don't whine. God will come for everyone who walks this earth.
I am getting tired of this crazy artificial gray reality trip we all seem to think is sanity. Some of us think that all we are is what happens to our bodies, and that I know is not the way it is supposed to be .
One morning my mother died in our home. She simply died, and there is no pleasant way to say it.
When I saw her collapse in her chair by her bed, the first thought in my mind was, how can my mother come back to us , but because we usually never come back to life when we stop living, I sort of had some doubts.
I quickly rushed to my mother, and placed her on our floor, and began CPR. I was trained in CPR , and in first aid , and I was a police officer, and Nuclear Security officer.
Now this is where faith comes in I suppose . Either you believe me, or live in you're convenient gray world trap where nothing out of the ordinary is supposed to interfere with something called reality. Meaning that I think reality is actually nothing more than a vision into ,and often gray world of never believing in anything accept death, and taxes, and forever becoming nothing more than a mummy for the ages after you're life is over.
Now this is absolutely my truth so help me God. I have no reason to create fabrications, and my mind is normal, and I am of sound mind.
I gave my mother CPR, and I prayed to God with a hope that she could live again, regardless of what was best , for my mother.
With all my heart I prayed in my mind , for her life, and for her to live again as I worked on her body meticulously non stop by pressing on her chest, and breathing into her lungs. I could not have been crazy, or had lost my mind because I could hear my wife talking to paramedics. Her conversation was on emergency air waves with professionals that transferred information to me from my wife. I could hear our crippled daughter screaming, and crying in the background. I took the advice of paramedics in regard to using CPR. I always welcomed up to date information on CPR. The police, and paramedics were coming to our home.
However something happened not of this world . My mind, and my spirit, or my mind, or my soul, or my essence experienced God right in the middle of it all.
I experienced something about God, and I now know for sure what kind of entity God can be. The God I experienced was something remarkable, and fantastic, a formidable, and wonderful revelation, the master of all that could very easily seem truly impossible yet was astoundingly, and miraculously present before me. God was profoundly loving, and was the total opposite of darkness. There was nothing at all dark, or hopeless, or dreary about God. God is definitely not negative. God is positive. God is the opposite of negative. I did not see God, but it was totally obvious God had come to help me.
Something happened to me. I suddenly felt like I was a child again. God was so very very very kind. It was as if God, this most precious entity in the entire universe was being so dearly kind to me. I can not explain how God communicates. All I can say is that certain thoughts that God wanted in my mind would be put in my mind by God. God did not have to say he loved me, but I knew he loved me.
What was so special about me ? Why would he love me ? Only human beings ask such questions. There were no doubts about God. God did not need reassurance. God does not need to be convinced of anything. When God loves you there are no ifs, or's, or buts about it. I know God loves us all. God made us all in ways I can not explain. Maybe God created the big bang, and maybe the universe was set on automatic pilot for everything to come about because of God, chemistry, and physics. What do I know ! What do I know ! All I know is we are here, and I am just , and average guy.
When I say my God, I mean a perfect God. Never in my life had I experienced so much love in a different place that seemed to be in a white place. I was in a place that was totally white. Everything was pure white around me. Everything was in my mind, and my mind was visited by God. This is the only way I can best explain it.
I knew exactly where my mother would have gone because the signs were all around me. She may have went to the white place where love is everywhere, and where there is no fear, and where everything is wonderful , and there is so much love.
I said this a million times. If the whole world would have been in my mind as my witness, never again would there ever be another world war on the face of our planet because the world would know that God is real, and the only thing that would matter would be some kind of happiness, and love.
Many things happened in my timeless trip as my body worked with my mother on the floor.
I knew without any doubt that my mother would come back to life. Paramedics praised me when she did, but I told them that God brought her back to life, and that is what God did absolutely for sure. I knew the very moment she would take her breath of life again. She was absolutely one hundred percent deceased, and when the breath of life comes back, you can see the color of life return. I felt so very happy to see my sweet old mother that I loved so much again.
My mother lived four weeks after that happened. God did many things for me. He gave me back my mother, but he also taught me a hard lesson because my mother belonged in Heaven, and I wanted her to stay with me on earth. I was afraid. I needed my mother. I wanted her back. I worried about to many things.
I do not know how to say this, but all of my life I was taught to fight for life, to struggle for life, to do anything to save a life even if it meant risking my own life. As a human being , and a police officer I could have easily been killed by trying to prevent violence, and deaths. There were gun barrels aimed at me, but I walked forward, and toward them prepared to die, for the purpose of keeping other souls alive, and God helped me to do that in my life.
I do not know what was best for my mother, The only thing I know is that I had a code that I lived by like many people have , and it is like a Holy Grail. Save lives. Save my mother. Help people in distress. Obey the laws of America , and justice, and follow the rules good people live by, and that was what I was, and still am. I am not bragging when I say I know I was brave in my life. Millions of men, and women in America are brave , and have the stuff of courage even when a touch of fear is in their hearts ,they all march on for freedom, and liberty, and for the beating hearts of all lives they love. God loves us all, and you can take that to the bank.
The point of this letter is not about my mother only, it is about after life. I know that we do not simply die, and only become dusty mummies , for the ages.
We become something wonderful, and fantastic perhaps immortal like our God in a magnificent world of love I sincerely truly believe. If we can all experience what I experienced as one human being, then we all can feel , and experience what I experienced because if it was possible , for me, then it must be possible for you.
Is there a terrible place for evil ? I do not know about any of that. Sometimes I feel that something wants me to stop living. Maybe that is the evil that tests me. I have seen so much, that my emotional mind replays unpleasant memories in my mind. In my mind I am haunted by old cruelties that were created by people that were cruel. My best friend's little dog was chopped into pieces. I can still see the swinging of the axe, and I never ever stop crying for that sweet little dog. I have seen so many things that make my heart tired, and sore. Meanness, and greed, callousness, and suffering, are enemies of the heart.
However my mission is to always try to stay near God, and not be pulled away from his wonderful care. God loves everyone, and I know this with all my heart. And we live on in another dimension. God is forever, and immortal . Who is to say what we really are. Must we assume that we have no souls, or that we are nothing more than flesh. Must we think that we become dust, and never exist ever again.
There are profound mysteries, and happenings . Are they all accidents ?
I think of reality as a negative thing that appears to be real, but may not be real . Is there another dimension, or did I imagine everything. Did I imagine that I was touched by God's love ? I do not know how to prove spiritual matters.
I believe in Heaven, and I believe in God, and I believe there is more to life than a physical death. I believe in , and after life existence to be possible.
God Bless Everyone.