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Example of Life Beyond the Physical (a true story if you are willing to accept it)
What you are about to read herein, if you are willing to consider this possibility, is true . And it begins on the 11th November, 2008, at 11 am, with the passing of a woman herein called Mrs J E White at a Holy Family (Catholic) nursing home. A sufferer of serious dementia most likely Alzheimer's disease. The importance to our tales of this woman is that she was the biological mother of Darth, the man in our Tales in the Spirit who in accordance with the myths and legends of the Natural Telepaths, is the Holy Spirit. For this reason this narrative has much reckoning among the super psychics in particular among the Natural Telepaths.
Let us open the tale from a service, a funeral, held in the Telepaths replica of ordinary life. This has to be done to maintain a "balance" between the reality of ordinary life, and the reality of telepathic life. In their low-level telepathy way of life, Lana is Darth's wife, a psychic friend of partner, much like an ordinary marriage and they have many children in the telepathic sense.
(other chapters may be included later, dependng on interest)
Or, you can consider this chapter as one man's way to cope with grief, the chapter shows the inner mysteries of how his own heart manages to overcome grief.
In the Natural Telepaths setting of a replica of a Catholic church, Darth stood at the altar and gave a short eulogy about the woman who was his biological mother. It went something like this:
My mother had Alzheimer’s. An insidous disease which destroys parts of the front and side of the brain in particular. When I and (name of grandson) last saw her, her speech areas which are on the side of the brain were clearly failing and I just knew there was not much time left. Even so, she still held (name) hand for most of the time we were there.
Any severe disease is ever so sad but the dementia types are, it seems to me, especially hard to cope with because the person in time forgets their sons and daughters and other relatives. And of course the memory of how the person was before they were ill, also becomes distant. My mother was a highly intelligent woman but when the disease took hold this began to change.
My mother was a courageous woman with a good heart. In World War II she and her mother hid a Jewish girl under their bed when the Gestapo came around looking for Jews in Russia. Few people in the world would have such courage. Much later, she, like many Europeans, took a chance on a new country hoping for a new and better life for her children. A hard time because she left her own mother and brothers behind and never saw her sister or mother again in her lifetime.
My mother did have a touch of eccentricity about her looks. It is only in the past 8 years when this deteriorated. At age 70 she could pass for a 50 year old. When she was in Europe in her sixtees going with her brother from Germany to Poland, the border guards took a long time letting her through because they did not believe her age as deduced from her date of birth on her passport.
Let me mention that for a long time I had suspected my mother had a secret, and that was her true date of birth. During the second war all records were destroyed and in the recovery phase people just told the officials when they born and this was usually accepted. I do suspect my mother may have invented her birth date of 23 of December 1923. She was fiercely Polish in a sense too, and I think that coupled with her vanity in that regard, made her put forth that date.
My mother died on November 11, 2008, and 11 am so I am told. That is such a incredible fact because, from the few tips she occassionaly gave when I was younger, once I reasoned that her true date of birth was likely to be November 11, 1918, at about 11 am. Of course, at that time, Poland was only officially a country again for 2 days. Being a highly clever person she might have been reluctant to give her real date for that reason alone, perhaps fearing that she might not be believed. So, and because of that vanity about her agelesss looks, I had suspected, now and then, that her true birth date was different. If my silly suspicion is correct, that means she was in fact 90 years of age.
Perhaps a silly thought on my part. There are so many things I do remember. My mother was born in the same town as myself but when she was born, it was officially Poland, when I was born after the second World War, it was Russia. Let me recall, just for my own sake, some of my lovely memories....
Not soon after, as they were returning home (i.e. Natural Telepaths low-level telepathy way of life is very much a replica of ordinary life, so they were in their car), the spirit of God lifted Lana and Darth high. In their mind's eye a replica of a nursing home that Mrs J E White was in. A time when Darth visited her. She was still not too bad. She still read books, perhaps only the first page but did do so, and watched television, and talked easily except like all dementia victims she forgot almost immediately what she had said and tended to repeat this soon after. She was also not sure where she was, she thought this was her own home and she could not understand why there were three others in her room. Sometimes she did not like the curtains much and and would insist I ger her ATM card and withdraw money and buy new curtains (by that time she no longer had such a card). In fact, at the time even a picture was taken and she smiles and looks, for someone well into her eighties, quite fine and content. At that time she still had that spark of life. Not long ago after she deteriorated badly.
Darth was in his Darth Vader suit and suddenly standing in that very room, an image of his mother in the bed, and he holding what looked like a golden doll but with no clear shape. Lana also imagined being in this room. She had not personally seen this room, she does not live in ordinary life in the same country as Darth, so it took her thoughts some time to visualise clearly. Once the vision was crystal clear and the word flow adequate, Lana asked, "how do you know what you are doing?"
Lana, a Muslim in ordinary life, was in Islamic black and standing near the bed of Mrs J White. She glanced at her husband as she asked this.
"I don't know..it is the spirit in me...the will of the God that is making me know", Darth replied as he smiled at the golden bundle in his arms, "this is a soul...the second consciousness...it is already leaving the body flowing into a new type of realm of life."
"I might just clean your mother up." Lana decided, to Darth's surprise, and pretended to wash her in the manner a nurse might an elderly patient not able to walk anymore and completely incontinent.
As Lana set about doing this, Darth walked with the bundle in his arms, like with a baby, and flowing softly, "you did not know where you were...this is a nursing home..it is important for a soul to know its last moments of life. Don't know why that is, human soul have this natural need."
"Is that your reasoning, thinking, or Allah flowing through you?" Lana gave her husband a glance.
"Eh," Darth turned to her, "technically Allah is the Eternal One, like an angel, not God...but it is the spirit within me that is opening my eyes to what is happening, and my pathetic human brain is doing its best to translate this into human language and concepts."
"I wish I had your pathetic human brain." Lana smiled and winked, she busy cleaning Mrs J White, on her head now a white cap with a red cross like a nurse in some hospitals might wear.
Darth paced with this child-soul until the soul, of its own accord, flowed in wee voice, "wait...I remember...that body", the child-like infant of no real shape suddenly appeared to have like a small golden hand and pointing to the bed.
"You can, your choice, you are a special soul, be born again in the flesh." Darth flowed softly.
After a long time, Darth pacing with the baby-like bundle, a flow from the soul, "no thank you, life in the word is shit."
"It can be, for those who can not find work, who are lonely, who are addicted to powerful substances, who loose loved ones, or who struggle to support a family, or who have a debilitating medical condition, or who can not afford lawyers and are easy prey for local courts who set about helping a greedy or addicted relative to isolate the family from the victim and begin stealing using the courts their property," Darth replied, nodding.
The virtual reality changed to about a month or two before. On that occassion when Darth visited his mother, he took her in a wheel chair outside. He had made for her some specialities she enjoyed and she ate some, tossed the others to the birds. Darth (as a man) sitting with his mother and deep from his spirit a flow, "it was here, at this point, I knew the life in you wanted to be free of the body. I also knew it was not yet time. I did not know when, but for the sake of the animal-humans of the next generation, the exact hour of your death was predestined by the sprit of Creation. At that point in time I flowed to your soul the words - for a little while longer, endure please."
Lana now managed to form this virtual reality setting and with her two of the nurses in this nursing home. Lana pointed to the nurses as she explained to her husband, "your mother was first in this Uniting Church nursing home...these two are loves in the spirit...and they are trembling within as the power of Life in the Spirit at this magnitude intrudes into their dream."
Darth stood, as he did his Darth Vader like armour formed around him and in his arms that yellow bundle. He walked to and fro before the two nurses. "A soul is bound by absolute love not the body it is in, but to the love it has."
As he said this, he turned, and projected himself sitting across his mother again. And the appearance of her mother changed for a moment - back perhaps twenty years when she was of sound mind and body and relatively good health and she said in her own language, "I love you", and leant and embraced her son. Darth repeated the words and was moved to tears by the way this had happened.
Darth projected his own consciousness (his own soul if you will) into his Darth Vader image and explained to the nurses. "Get rid of the director of your nursing home. The most profoundly stupid woman I have ever come across. She wrote to me once that my mother does not want to see me. Fascinating! My mother only knows me by my Polish name, my English name has no meaning to her. The Director did not know my Polish name. My mother would not have a clue about whom the director was talking about. Secondly, with Alzheimer's patients, their front and side brain begins to be destroyed by the disease, cells called amyloid cells replace the brain cells. The deeper intact brain has to see a person, if they still remember who the person is, before they know how they feel about the person. Thirdly, dementia patients are highly suspicious of anyone that looks like they are in authority. For the life of me I don't know how anyone can be a director of a nursing home when they are so ignorant or inapt about appreciating the conditions of the frail and aged and the various dementia consequences. How much intelligence does it take to understand how paths in the brain work, how they can be upset, what amyloid tissue is, and its impact and so on?"
"Sweetheart," Lana came over and smiled and put her arm on her husband's shoulder, "petty regrets aside please, we have a mission at the moment."
Lana again smiled at her husband, then turned to the two nurses. "Yes, well, my husband is a touch wicked...he claims his pathetic human brain has little hope of correctly conveying some of the mysteries of life as God reveals these to him - on the other hand, I am not certain any other brain in the world, now or in the past, was or is as good as my husband's so please put up with his Ego when he starts complaining along such lines."
"Jesus said that those who believe in him, shall not be put to shame," Darth flowed to the nurses, "that referred to the animal-humans. Long time ago in the natural history of evolution a divergence took place among the humanoid species. The humans emerged from the animal-human. The world is still dominated by animal-humans if it was not, you would not have wars, prisons, starvation rampart, unemployed, all such monuments to the glory of the animal-human. Personally, I do detest the animal-human especially those who bear arms, but this planet does not belong to me, in that sense, it belongs to Jesus, your Lord, and he had compassion and faith and a message for all souls. So I repeat his instructions to you - let not anyone who believes in his name be put to shame."
"My love of my life," Lana glanced and smiled at her man, "is also very good at sermons...a touch of an obsession with him once he gets going. Takes after his eternal Father perhaps? (Lana mused) Ignore him, stick to what you know from the New Testament."
Suddenly they both turned to Darth's mother sitting in the chair, now she herself appreciating what they were seeing, and looking at the two women nurses and asking "czemu oni nic nie muwiom?" Which translated from Polish means "why are they not saying anything?"
Darth projected himself back as a man in a seat across his mother, kind of to the side, and using Polish to explain, "it takes courage to speak about abuse of the elderly in a nursing home...the spirit is now giving them that courage...they will talk, in time, and to the right newspapers or as appropriate. The works of God is like a Sun, nothing can hide it, nothing can defeat the brightness. If all goes according to plan, in time to come, in future generations, you may be pronounced a Catholic Saint. If you remain in this nursing home, which is not Catholic, that could confuse the animal-humans who are of low-intelligence with few exceptions, so we will move you to a Polish Catholic nursing home. Do not worry how or when, that which is purposed by my Father's will, comes to pass. Not even I know when - cause I choose not to know."
Suddenly the image of Darth's mother is again much younger. She listens to what her son said, then turns and smiles to Lana, "the Sun is too hot for him, what is he saying, he has gone mad."
Lana puzzled when suddenly both mother and son started to laugh then embraced. Whatever she said, was clearly a private joke no outsider could work out.
Darth projected himself back into his Darth Vader suit and, holding the baby-like bundle, walked around the physical image of his mother, "I could give you joy forever, just this image, continually me and you, interacting. Some souls desire no more - the bond of love between compatible souls of a mother and son are strong, but the journey of life is infinite and a mystery best not understood too deeply. You have a journey to make now. You are still bound to the flesh...no, not to your body, but bound by the memories of your soul present in human terms. These are fading quickly at the same time as you are beginning to understand the last few years of your life."
The virtual reality changed. A young boy licking a lollipop walking along holding his mother's hand back in the "old country". A noise attracted the boy who asked in his native language, "what is happening over there?" (or, in Polish, "co tam sie dzieje?"
"I don't know," the woman glanced, smiled at the boy, "shall we go and see?"
The two hurried across the street and leant to look over a low-fence. The boy too small to see, and young enough for his mother to lift him so he could see. Below a group of people dressed in robes similar to what members of church used to wear and the head person carrying a cross.
"Church?" The boy glanced at his mother.
"I don't know," the woman replied studying the procession, "some kind of processsion."
"Procession?" the boy asked.
"Oh," she ruffled his hair and smiled, "I don't know how to explain. Just look and learn."
The boy turned his head again, looking at what seemed a street below the street they were on.
Lana imagined this virtual scene now and imagined Darth (as a man) standing next to her. "This is your memory of your mother?"
"No, it is my mother's memory," Darth explained as he sensed deeply into his spirit to unravel this mystery, "it is the memory of a soul. Not a like a natural human memory. This could have been anything, perhaps even a funeral, but the soul saw it very differently and that is how the soul remembers. I don't ever recall streets in Poland which were like this one, and a street seemingly below, so that too might not have been a true to life memory but how a soul put something together. It is very complex to try and work out how a soul saves its memories. This higher street level could represent a church service of some kind, while the street below could represent the sermon the soul sensed during such a church service. Truly, it is almost impossible for the human brain to grasp the mysteries of the soul."
"All right, love," Lana smiled and gave her husband a kiss, "you don't have to be perfect, just explain the best you can. A part of you gets angry at itself when you fail to explain a mystery to your satisfaction. But it is not for you this is shown, it is for the believers, especially the faithful and true . All we need to do is explain the best we can."
Suddenly an image changed to a seeting of a park, and Darth and Lana (both in appearance perhaps about thirty but in ordinary life they could be of any age at the time) walking along. Lana with her hand around her husband's upper arm. "Seems to me," she said softly - so softly it felt like a whisper on the wind - your Father, the God of Allah, had no choice with you, you are a natural spirit born in his image and he took it upon Himself to bring you up in wisdom and mysteries, but me, I think Allah might have chosen me to balance your fine mind."
"If I have such a fine mind," Darth felt, "why does it need a balance?"
"Oh, not sure," Lana tossed her hair (she wore no Islamic head covering in this image, she had long black hair) to the side, "perhaps a woman's touch?"
The imagery changed to a highly spiritual images. Amid a void that in a sense seemed to span the known universe, out of small faith golden specks like a stairway and now sitting on the bottom step a small image of a girl in a golden dress. As the image balanced across Darth's and Lana's mind, and this type of telepathy was so strong only the deepest Telepaths (meaning those naturally born to withstand very strong telepathy) could form this image well. Darth flowed to Lana, "heaven in a sense...paradise in your Islamic terms...the stairway is a gateway into a Dimension of Life...the child is my mother's soul, now almost happy at being free of the body, and she is waiting for a companion...whom that will be, on when he will be born, and it could be a soul that is a soul in a grop of men, who knows...someday when some Catholic scholar works out why mother was in fact a Catholic Saint..then the conditions begin for the birth of a companion spirit...a soul mate...the memory of love in me, for her, in her, for me, is never lost...it forms the basis of a higher life...physical memories, and even the memories of the soul, fades in time, but those lessons of life such as true love, faith, trust, consent, such things, form the fundamental building blocks of a new type of genetic-in-a-sense material."
"You actually do understand all this? Truth please?" Lana flowed.
"Not really," Darth flowed back after some consideration, "its the spirit in me that makes me know this, but my brain can not break this anymore than it can...it knows what it is shown is cohesive and relative to human understanding, albeit it takes a lot of soul searching to understand most of this."
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