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Forgive Us, to the Same Degree That We Forgive…..

When thinking about being forgiven, then being allowed into “Heaven”, my thought process went like this….”I’m not THAT “bad”, I’ve seen worse…I forgive people.” Then I attempt to put names with the “forgiven”…the ones whose “trespasses” are all but forgotten. The people who are forgiven, AND trusted, just like “before”. It was a short list. I know better, and yet…
Raise your hand if you’ve heard something like, “…and forgive us, as we forgive those who trespass against us”, or something similar. What DOES that mean, exactly?
At first look, it seems to mean…I forgive (some)(enough to prove I can do it…I don’t need to be highly successful at it. I’ll still be 100% “forgivable”, cuz’ I’m OK.). Well, I had better do better! Why?
Few could guess that, “as we forgive…” isn’t SAYING “WHILE” we forgive, or “BECAUSE” we forgive. It DOES mean, “to the same DEGREE” that we forgive….. It’s JUSTICE, SIMPLE and PERFECT. So says THIS death survivor. (There was nothing “NEAR” about it!)

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You Want Justice…..Whose Justice?

What is the best way for a “near death” survivor to suggest, to understand justice?  Always take the “other side” of a subject, first.

(I just thought of something…it’s been decades, and I’m still correlating “the experience”…)  By doing this there would BE NO surprise, at the “life review”, upon learning that, during the review, YOU ALSO suffer, exactly as that “other guy” you’re dealing with “suffers”!!  If you always take/look at the “other side” first, desiring JUSTICE, BOTH sides can be proud, not…down…times two!

Example?  Who hasn’t called someone “stupid” during childhood?  OK.  Now, at the life review, you may EXPECT a boot to the head for calling them stupid.  So what, it’s just another boot to the head.  Only THIS time it includes a bonus!  You get to FEEL what THEY felt at that moment!  Maybe for a VEEEEERRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYY long time.  Oh joy!  (Once again, we’ve done it to ourselves………(!))  You better hope that what you did to them wasn’t something like………(intentional) burning, or……harming a loved one.  ….Every single act (AND thought)!!  IEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

How to Stop the Escalation

Who hasn’t run into a situation where there are several people having a conversation.  They may be talking about…….politics, or how to raise children, or some such.The conversation becomes “heated”, verging on argument.  Most folks that find themselves in this position have come to the point where, knowing minds probably won’t be changed, today, they work on winding down the situation, agreeing to disagree (and, probably go home and apply a little of what they heard!).  What is the alternative?

With  topics that mean so much to a person, such as these, it is awful easy to go too far.  First, it becomes yelling.  Throw in a couple belly bumps.  Add a push, here and there.  What’s next?  Yep, somebody swings.  One swings, so the other takes a swing.  Throw in a bystander, or two, and we have a party, of the heinous variety.  Maybe, somebody dies.  So somebody else, from the opposing faction, has to die, right?  Where does this end?  DOES this end?

All this was able to be “easily” avoided by just winding down the situation, each person still feeling correct, but “living” with it, accepting things as they are, for now, but working for change.  Instead of focusing on who had received the last beating, or insult, or even death, there needs to be an agreement that the only way to stop this “thing” is to just STOP NOW.  It seems it’s the only way to prevent an (inevitable?) escalation, when discord begins.  If it NOW works for conversation, it can be made to apply to WAR!  If no one cares about the lives saved, think about the MONEY SAVED!  Everyones’ standard of living goes up, if there’s no war.  Hello?

Don’t Forget Me………….

The same old woman who told me she, “went to bed 49 (years old) and woke up 60”, in later years, said, “Don’t forget me.”, which was understood to mean, after she passes from this life.  With only half a life lived, it seemed odd to hear someone older say such a thing.  She had always been such a strong, proper woman, and here was this…emotion.

How do you explain to someone that you couldn’t POSSIBLY forget them, and, having common beliefs, it should be only a temporary parting?  At that moment, it was obvious that, even folks “ready” for the end of this life, are….apprehensive, even scared!  That has got to be…….an annoyance.

What if…….something “bad” happens to someone else, and, even though a person IS willing to help, maybe they don’t help because of some perceived threat of the end of their existence. Yeah…it’s like this…how many people are willing to take a homeless person….for supper (much less home)?  One percent of us?  Less?  There must be so very many situations with similar “concerns”.

Thankfully, most death “survivors” have no such dilemma. These individuals tend to think more like, what is the worst that could happen?   ……………………..Staying down here until you’re 110 years old would seem to make sense, as the worst, from that perspective.

Don’t forget me.

To begin with….do you know….say….every job your father has ever held, EVER.  How about….how long your grandfather held the job he had when your (parent) was born?  OK, try this, your great-grandfathers’ middle name?  Presumably this means you won’t know HIS fathers’ middle name either, huh?  Most people won’t.  One more….name any five of the laborers who helped build the Egyptian pyramids.  The point?  We will all be forgotten, in this life, it’s just a matter of how long it takes.  So….it’s certainly not worth worrying about.

From a death survivors’ point of view, most of the “stuff” we do is a waste.  When it comes to…how do I say this….big…to-do’s, like, death processions, and talking, in public, extra nice about the deceased…..it’s a grand WASTE.  That person is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO far away from here, AND, (whether they know it’s being done, or not) THEY DON’T CARE, one billionth of an iota…whatever that is.  Justice WILL happen, as they now have seen, and  life was just a wisp from a forgotten dream.  It wouldn’t be Heaven, if you’re watching what’s going on “down here”.  Right?  Am I right?

Don’t forget me?  Forget it!  We’ll meet again, in what seems to be mere moments.

Is Life Just “a Test”?

Life is not test. For years it seemed like it was.  What the death experience showed was that we can’t “earn” our way to Heaven.

Like an investor who sees an opportunity that he missed, who says he would have done this, or would have done that, if he’d have been there……it needs to be SEEN what he would have done!  Are we choosing to be helpful and loving (simply because it’s the right thing to do), or do we fall short, doing things for show, or maybe “brownie points”?  After all, this is Heaven we’re talking about.  If the riff raff gets in, heaven ceases to be Heaven.

Everyone claims to love justice, but do they treat people justly? Everyone would like to think they love “love”, and are loving…….this life is where that can be shown to be true.

On the playground, the trouble-making kid thinks that all the playground monitors are focused on catching a trouble-maker. The rest of the kids know the monitors are there to keep kids safe, and aren’t there for the sole purpose of watching a, so-called, trouble-maker.  It’s all a matter of how you look at it.  Life is not a test. This is…….the opportunity of a lifetime.

Remember, it’s not that “God” is waiting for us to falter, so He can kick us when we’re down (forever).  Perfect and Simple justice would dictate that we get the opportunity to kick ourselves!

The Poor Have it MADE?

Perhaps you have read the part that describes how life is only ten minutes long.  What could you “put up with”, for ten minutes, knowing that a blissful existence is the reward for success DURING those ten minutes.  Even being “poor”, which pays better, so to speak, would be survivable!

There are people who have very little use for so-called “wealth”.  (I know one particularly well.)

It’s funny (?) that, no matter how much money people make, it’s the people above them that are rich……hmmmm. They are looking in the wrong direction!  If we can’t look to the poor for that comparison, at least  look at the “average” poor…the WORLD average!  Now who’s “rich” (monetarily speaking)?

Another way to look at it…the tough way…the Just way….add up the GDP of the entire planet, and divide by the number of people!  THAT is how it’s done in Heaven….and that should be how we do it.  (We’d have to go more by “living conditions” than actual dollars…unless we levelled the playing field to start with….)  Looking at it that way, maybe we ourselves aren’t doing so bad, eh?

Really, the poor have it made, right.  Yes, and here’s why….

A kid who has NOTHING, not even shoes, gets GIVEN a ball.  It’s great!  It’s like….a miracle!  Now imagine  that kid is….crowned king of the world.  He controls everything.  He OWNS everything.  How blissful would that kid be, now?  Now, multiply that times 100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000.  Now there’s a heavenly reward!  All for being poor (and still grateful), for ten minutes!

On the other hand, there’s the guy who had everything, well off.  He says we’ll always have the poor and hungry, but I really deserve another vacation.  He goes to the afterlife, and expects this best life to be deserving of continuation  (conditions, treatment, the works).  It doesn’t seem fair, once again, but this guy has had his.  You know, that kind of person that always puts themselves first, and, well…. we don’t like their kind, up Here.

Lastly, it all goes back to life being really only, like, 10 minutes long  (once we’re IN eternity, that’s what it will seem like).  With that in mind (always)…..what do you think most people would choose?

I’ll Kill Myself and Go Somewhere Better…Says Who?

What makes people think they can kill themselves, and go somewhere better?!?  Do they think there is never an undesirable outcome after death?  What about “ghosts”?  Presumably they (ghosts) are trapped here.  This isn’t to say that there are ghosts, but it wouldn’t surprise me.  The point is, if they believe in the existence of something resembling “hell”, or in trapped spirits,  or some such, they’d better think again before thinking suicide!  It gets worse….yeah, worse.

The answer to the suicide/Heaven formula?  Zero.  That’s the chance of having a good outcome from suicide.  I am sorry.  The Kid with a thousand questions expected a different answer!

You know….life is tough!  It seems like God would have pity on people who….just can’t make life “work”.  You know, the whole God/forgiveness thing.  That simply wasn’t the case.

THIS is the answer to the question of suicide…..Just for the record, I don’t feel it’s fair….apparently suicide is unforgivable, according to what I’ve seen {I mean, the Kid has seen).  Why?  Because, you’ve chosen to tell God, “to hell with your plan for my life, I’m doing what I think is best!”.

You don’t see people who have had a so-called “near death experience” committing suicide.  These people have seen death….and bliss….who WOULDN’T want to go back ASAP?  But they don’t, do they?

So VERY many good things come from people who have borne the unbearable…maybe it’s almost “required” in order to do the BEST things(?).

That’s it.  Like all answers from/about God….simple.

The Answer to the Thousand Questions

Who knows why some people have experienced death and live to tell about it.  How are these people chosen, or is it random?  Does a person have to be special in some way to have a near death experience?  Is God real? Which religion is the correct religion?  Will there ever be Justice?  Does it hurt when you die?

These are just a very few of the questions that I always wondered about.  I swore I would do ANYTHING to know the answers to “a thousand” questions.  ANY THING.  When there was no answer, I swore I would wait as long as it took.  Not even knowing what to expect an answer to look like, or define, I would be anxiously patient.    Patience isn’t easy at age 14!   It took “forever” for “something” to happen……yeah…..three years is ALL!   It changed EVERYTHING.

While strolling through the park one day, yes it’s true.  It was August, alright?.  My brother, Angelboy, and I were walking past Ronald Reagans’ (and most of my families’) high school.   I don’t even remember the subject, but he said something about “death”, and how it was scary, when……

All this…information…and…memories GUSHED into my head, at a speed my “self” couldn’t possibly keep up with!!  The memories were so…indescribable…huge…beyond words, that it took a couple years just to verbalize a rough outline of that moment/event.  Peace?  PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEACE!!!!  No worries?  As if worries were never invented!!!!   I eventually came across the words, “a strangely compressed movie” to describe “It”….it included… a life review.

This “movie”/life review took, how long?  Maybe two seconds, and every second of my life had been looked at (by all of Heaven, and me).  It gets worse.  Every thought, every reasoning, every motive was seen…crystal clearly.  Every single one!!  Once I was put in “the moment”, I REMEMBERED thinking this and that!!  I would be trying to “explain” to the reviewers…I’d get as far as, “But…..”, but there is no “but” big enough to mask the truth.  That’s all I got out, “But,”, “But”, “But”.  That was not a great image builder.  Now, YOU tell ME, how does all that happen in two seconds?

While “there” I had realized (and how can THIS be?), there is NO time…time does not exist.   THAT is how there is a “forever”!!!  I know it as fact.  Explain how it’s possible?  NO chance.  But, now I understand!

OK.  In the name of not going over the same information all over the place, I’ll skip forward to when…..

I understand I must return to life in this world.  My “essence” is drawing me toward the “exit”.  Then I realize, “Last chance!!!  Should I say (what I’m thinking)…YES!!”.  I say, “but I have a thousand questions!”.  The response?  “You will have the answer to your thousand questions.”   YEA!!  Whoopee!!  Now I get to stay!!!  WRONG.  I get a brief sense of falling and POOF, I’m back into this life.  What a rip off!

The thing that has worked best for me, in order to remember an answer (complete with the reasons WHY, many of which I couldn’t possibly know), was, being asked a question.  I know this sounds goofy (too) but, there would be the “perfect and SIMPLE” answer, that I’m not smart enough to come up with…..proof in itself.

So I started a list.  The list was approaching 300 answers when something happened.  It was a “miracle”, in my estimation.

A friend and I were playing pool (very, very well).  We’re talking about my long-standing feeling that making this list was a waste of time, and that there could be as few as one answer to my thousand questions.  There’s a knock on the door.  An acquaintance comes in.  He has just one minute, but had new pictures of his daughter to show off.

This could be saving you years and years of pondering…….

The man shows us the pictures…….he says……….”I sure…..”  I saw it coming!!!!!  By the time he said, “…do…”,  I hollered out, “LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!”, at the same time he said “love her”!  They all thought I’d lost it, but……. I had just GOTTEN it!!!  I’m making a list, to make sure I get my one thousand answers, when ONE WORD answers every question!!!  Wow, did I feel tiny (but happy!).

(Did anybody else realize something that had bothered me for years?!  “Answer” to a thousand questions, He said.  The word “answer”, in the phrase “you will have the answer…”, is singular!  For YEARS, beforehand, I had told anybody who would listen, that phrase, IN THE SINGULAR tense!!)

Love.  A work in progress.

What Happened to the Kid, to die and come back, short and sweet?

The young idealist asked for a miracle….to know the answers to the “question(s) of the ages”…is there a deity, is there really any justice, how does “life” fit into the “big picture”, and more. This is the result….

One day, that was no different than any other, a walk in the park turned into…an unforgettable…occurrence. Two brothers walking, and talking…one says something about death, the other says, “Don’t worry about it, I’ve already…………done it”. In that moment, details, memories of occurrences that hadn’t happened yet (!!?), and information of all sorts….POURED….in.

Afterward, lifes’ focus became this “death download”. At the time, there was no memory of the cause of “the event”.
THE EVENT….Suddenly, there was a tunnel…a valley, really (no top OR bottom!) Rushing forward at unbelievable speed, wondering what is being rushed away from….a look back. The entire universe shrinks to a pinpoint, then GONE in seconds! Turning back forward, still rushing forward ten times as far, there is a sudden stop. There was no one there. There was no THING there. There was no heat. There was no light. How far out was the next……….. anything? There’s you, and NOTHING.

There was no hope! There was no help! There was no LOVE!! There is no TIME!! It felt like it could last forever!! “I must be dead! Well, if I AM dead, then I only need to call”  the name of the One (I believe is the One) who can “save me….”.

Then, a moment to look back at every second of life, and not from a personal perspective only. The things that were said and done in life are also seen from the other peoples’ perspective. Everything the wronged person felt, has come home to roost. Calling out the name….POOF, gone. Now standing…somewhere…looking down toward the ground. WOW!! What the….

Then, conscious of a beautiful light, the natural thing to do is look up. No biggie, simple enough…until it’s realized exactly WHERE this likely is! Thinking this may be the only chance, to find out for yourself, and all you’ve got to do is raise your head. Instead, knees get weak. Must remain standing….. and… look up! It can’t be done!! “This is just like people getting an audience with a king…… and this is likely the king of kings!!”
Yeah, knees get weak, and (they all will) fall to the floor. But, that isn’t enough. Absolutely un”worthy” to be in the same “room” with this person, you’re on your face. (What is lower than on your face?) What is it that makes a person “need” to look up, having only one chance? Is it strength, or weakness?

It seems most would not be able to look into the face of…..the One. It takes all the strength a body can muster to look up, and to see the face, through the brilliant light. The kid…remember the kid…sees the face, and says, “I knew it was true, I KNEW it was true!”

Instantaneously there is conversation and information, that should take months to speak, “available” (and, it’s not for personal use). After agreeing to “go back”, there’s a sense of urgency, but “what about the thousand questions?”. “You will have the answer to your thousand questions”. That means you get to stay, right? Not so fast, buster…….down the dark tunnel (that felt like a bottomless pit!), and back to the living.

Having seen all this, knowing, by the things you’ve seen, that it was so very real, so LARGE it….almost can’t be spoken!  Who needs the answers to those piddly little questions of a little kid? That kid did. So a list was started.

The Kid with a Thousand Questions

Entry #1    Got questions about life or death? Who doesn’t? For instance, what IS life all about? Should I care about others? Could I? What is death like? These questions, and more, cross our mind at some time in our lives.  Wouldn’t it be GREAT if we could have the answers to all such questions?!  What if it was possible to actually SEE, and especially, TALK with anyone in the “afterlife”?  Knowing, simply, that there is SOMETHING/SOMEONE there, would anyone really need the answers to all those questions?  A kid (named Thomas?) did.

A kid wouldn’t know not to make promises that are impossible to keep…..promises like, “If I could only SEE, for myself”, if stories about an afterlife were true, this kid would tell “every single person in the world” what was there.  Dumb kid……………………………………………?  Kids, also, don’t realize that most people will just figure that this kid is a couple bricks short of a load……”crazy”.  Still, some kids, naïve as they are, wouldn’t care about that….and go ahead and tell people what’s what…………….brave kids!

This is the report of just that kind of kid, getting what he asked for ….oh…boy….  Each future entry aims to answer one of….a thousand questions that we won’t know the answers to, until this life is over…..usually.  Believe what you will.