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Telepathy and Life in the Spirit
Category:
Action/Thriller
A Hindu Life in the Spirit.
A very different type of beginners Life in the Spirit. Not dissimilar through to how a Jew or Christian may begin their "reflection and contemplation" when first becoming aware of Life in the Spirit.
Excerpt
Chapter 1 – A Goddess-Being
In their mind’s eye a splendid image. A woman, Indian, in fine Indian silk standing in a room. Opposite a man in an outfit similar to Darth Vader of Star Wars but not as “evil” or “mechanical” looking. Around them, as if on the walls, images of life present and past of those who belong to the Hindu Way of Life - a tradition rich in the worship of many Gods and Goddesses.
It took a little time for the telepathy channels between Sharla and Darth to coordinate and then female or male faint flows could be heard.
“In Hindu Life in the Spirit,” Sharla walked around the room, in her hands a bunch of white flowers, “the women in the know combine to form an image of a Goddess – that’s me.” She stopped and pointed to herself and continued walking. “Your other wives, such as Helen or Lana or Lisa-1 or Li, my lord, have a specific purpose, and I too am a wife so it seems to me. You embrace all religions, all walks of life, that have a Life in the Spirit. So do my people. Perhaps not many in number but what we do, and how, I will teach you and show you."
Darth nodded and walked around the room, studying the walls. On these moving images of Hindu life – these were more like huge projections, albeit faint, on the walls of this room.
“In time,” Sharla sat down on a large poster bed with a richly embroided covering, “new generations will know the Son of the God, you, the Holy Sprit, had walked on Earth in the 20th century. I would like to understand you, my way. Am I also your wife?”
Darth turned to her, made a bow gesture and used a deep noble flow, “you are my wife for as long you will to be my wife.”
“Meaning the choice is mine?” Sharla stood up and paced about, “as long as I am not afraid of the Holy Spirit, and will to remain his wife, so I am. Yes?”
“Yes.” Darth glanced in her direction and made a bow with the head.
“Why, as a man, were you born a Catholic?” Sharla asked.
“Saint Paul told those who would believe the Christian message, not to call oneself Greek or Roman, that all belong to the one family. It would not matter if I was born a Jew, an Anglican, a Muslim – in me the seed of life itself. The human part of me I need to understand humanity.”
“I understand.” Sharla smiled and used her will to alter the setting to a beach. On the water they could see a boat with Indian fisherman.
“Wisdom if folly to the fool.” Sharla smiled as the two walked, gazing at the boat.
“Who is a fool?” Darth, using a deep majestic bordering on the divine flow replied, “who among humanity is not, that may be the question? Animal-humans most people are, evolved in a natural way through the action of a great many mysteries of creation. The craving of the chemistry of the body, such as natural hormones, is strong.”
“You come to bring faithful and true to your Father?” Sharla asked.
“No, not at all. It is time those party to Life in the Spirit began to understand deeper mysteries of life.” Darth replied, “It is simply time. There is no need to read more into this other than it is simply time. As Solomon said, there is a season to plant and a season to sow – so too it is now a season that those party to the mystery of Life in the Spirit, come face to face with the Holy Spirit of life itself – the God of Gods.”
“And the intent of this?” Sharla smiled and put her hand around her husband’s upper arm.
“In the past 100 years,” Darth replied, “the horror the world had seen is beyond measure. Two world wars to name the least of such atrocities. Does the animal-human learn from such things? I don’t see that – more and more weapons are manufactured on a daily basis; more and more laws are spewed out by governments and forced down peoples throats by thugs with guns called police. How is this different to the NAZIs? The method and technique remains much the same. Truly, those who aspire to be soldiers or police officers, do not escape natural laws of the cosmos. They have a life-time to repent but once death of the body takes place, the core life within is free of the will binding it to matter. The consciousness then goes either into a transition of life, or to a horror realm of life. Atrocious life that is about control and domination by whatever excuse it uses to achieve this, excuse such as “law”, is horror the Holy Spirit.”
“The Roman Catholic Pope,” Sharla said, “eats with soldiers and policeman and politicians.”
“Men of God, no matter how pious, are still human beings. “ Darth replied. “The Catholic church is for the body of believers - the faithful have their church in their Life in the Spirit. There is nothing wrong with giving hope to people, it is what the Pope or the church, any church, tries to do.”
The setting changed to a long wooden seat under a tree.
“What is evil?” Sharla, she sitting close to her man, her hand around his upper arm, asked.
“A grain of evil is when a person can not find work no matter how hard he or she tries,” Darth replied, “from such evil horror begins. Stress distorts the soul and evil results, the body reacts badly and can cause all kind of mischief or horror. Those who protect the rich are soldiers and police. Such are the primary enemy of the Holy Spirit. My word binds. None alive now, or who lived in the past, who out of their own free will became soldier or police, to hell they go with me. That is my destiny, to make sure life that is horror to the God of Gods, is completely bound by the hand of God. In this generation, I am the hand of God.”
“And the dick of God so it seems?” Sharla laughed.
“That doesn’t sound nice.” Darth replied.
“Well,” Sharla stood up, “you have a few main wives in the spirit, but you may also have as many as Jesus had apostles. Each seems to have a duty to give birth in the spirit. Is that not true?”
Sharla paused, turned to smile at her man. Darth stood. ”In the spirit, what a child is when first born, is a mystery. Those who bind to me as wife and fall pregnant, give birth to a new spirit – a spirit that can heal the world in generations not yet born. There is little choice. Planet Earth had evolved elementary life. So elementary it can not see the obvious – that the death of the body is no guarantee of death of the life within the body. The brain and body are one consciousness, but the deeper life within is the more critical consciousness.”
Sharla changed the imagery to a mountain. The two sitting on a blanket. In the distance a sunset. Beneath, at the foot of the Mountains, images of Hindu life, of dwellings and temples of all kinds.
Sharla stretched her hand out, moving it across the Hindu landscape, “worship me, and all this is yours.”
“And how do I worship you?” Darth asked.
Sharla leant, imagined the helmet of the man, gave him a kiss, the helmet formed again, and Sharla stood and walked about. “Ah. How indeed? A Hindu Goddess, that is me for now, gives the man she is with that choice. Do you want to worship me by cutting off the hands of thieves?”
“I don’t think so.” Darth replied.
Sharla came to him, sat neatly down, her legs bent beneath as she sat. “Ah, how you will worship me – this you must decide. If you worship in an acceptable way, I come to you once more and for a time I will be with you in the world of your imagination.”
Darth stood, walked around. “Your flow is lovely. The vision of you is perfect. I can smell the sensuality about you. But why should I worship you for half an hour or so of such a vision in my head? Perhaps, let us say, the woman I married in ordinary life, who cleans and cooks and tends to children, is the more important deity that I should worship.”
“Can she give you eternal life?” Sharla smiled then turned aside.
“In eternity there I am.” Darth replied using a deep flow.
“What does that mean? And answer my question will.” She turned to him.
“It means that,” Darth walked around her, “someone might already have a claim on eternity. The energy of life continually sparks a consciousness. Consciousness’s combine to spark even a more complex consciousness. In brief, that is the world of life beyond biological life. So, if you were to offer me eternal life, you would need to prove to me that someone does not already have a claim on such a life – someone much stronger than you who might not tolerate others trying to enter their paradise.”
“My problem,” Sharla stood up and walked about, she imagined in her hands yellow daffodils, “when interacting with you is that you are not human. Your thoughts are beyond human capacity. I know this in the spirit. If this was any other Hindu man who began to find his way into Hindi Life in the Spirit, he would be putty in my hands by now. With you, you overpower me, I am the one who feels…a child.”
Sharla came to him and imagined his helmet off, threw her arms around him, gave him kisses as she spoke softly, “so take me into your arms, my Holy One, and show me how to be a Goddess acceptable to the Holy Spirit.”
“Why don’t we make love first?” Darth suggests.
Sharla smiled and took a few steps back. “I am not adverse to the idea but this does seem such a human trait in you?”
“A Goddess that desires to serve a Man,” Darth replied, “needs to understand the human side of the coin more so that the mystery of the divine. Know when to sow, know when to reap, when to wash a child, when to put him to your breast. To know how to make love to a Man, is perhaps more important than showing a Man all the mysteries of the divine.”
“I understand, your Majesty.” Sharla gave a curtsy then altered a setting to a bedroom, and she in a fine brief nightgown.
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