About me
I don’t know. The usual. A complex emotional childhood. A mother of two. Lots of animals. An ET enthusiast, an ET experiencer, and so much more. Ps, is all my artwork.
Expertise
What You Do l
I paint, I write, and I live as much as my finances allow. Forget the arthritic hands.
My recent memories of my NDE (put up with the misspelling of words. They’re mine and not produced by AI)
Interview Questions for Bonnie Jennings
Her Experience with the afterlife
Bonnie survived a documented near death experience on 2.8.2019
Please tell us about your NDE
The dates are confusing as I’ve been witnessing for six years now, and what I think occu rred is speculative by me. It’s not fiction, it’s. Just I’m unsure of the actual dates as I my recollection is when it occurred to me was during the evening of 2.8.2019; however, the hospital dates say he next morning on 2.9 at 1030 in the ER. My guess is I had. One or two collapsing times between the 2 different reports.
I really don’t like to go into the medical so much, as I was a registered nurse for many years and the medical part simply isn’t my story. It’s Just the beginning of how the NDE happened.
So briefly, for those who thrive on the medical parts, I had: respiratory arrest from anaphylaxis, a CVA or stroke, and a small myocardial infarction or heart attack, all at once. My body has a hard time taking synthetic medicine and some foods. I’ve learned over the years, just like my mother, I am sensitive to substances, and my body will fight, and then shut down. And, that’s what it did that evening while I was watching the news. The weather man said to avoid driving that night because the roads were iced. And as he said that, I said to myself, “ well you picked a fine night to die.” and that was that before he finished the sentence, I collapsed from a standing position and I don’t remember hitting the ground or the bed or wherever I landed, but I landed and before I hit the ground, I was gone the next thing I knew I awakened, and I was in ICU at University of Texas Tyler. It was either the day three or four or five, but I don’t remember when I awakened, and my sister was there and my son and my daughter and her new boyfriend and I woke up extremely confused, but I knew that I had been on the other side of this dimension of living, and I had so much to tell them yet, I had I was intubated. I had an intubation tubes down my throat and today I’m very raspy because of those tubes it damaged my vocal cords. A few years ago, I could sing fairly well, but not today. Today, my family are not wanting to hear about my event then, I think it makes them nervous, plus my family was not medical at all, and hearing it makes them anxious. They truly don’t like it and they don’t want to hear. Once in a while, my sister will listen, but not often. I’m in hopes that one day they’ll hear me when I say, you have nothing to fear, but yourself. And, as I go, I’ll explain this statement, because why would you fear yourself? Because in the end, you are your judge, and you won’t lie on that side, but yourself will face yourself, your truest self, and that truest self is the honest one for it is you and it holds all of your history and it blesses you with your own karma. It gives back to you what you gave. And even though I’ve been autistic, it, my truest self, sees me as my truest form, and autism lends no excuse but lays out the battlefield of living life as an autistic person who might have done things differently if … ?
I fall in and out of a deep sleep for many days and those many days progressed into two years where I had half of a mind and consciousness that was connected to the afterlife dimension. I was there when I slept and during my sleep, I learned brilliant facts about mathematics and sciences. My NDE experience was reinforced in me every moment that I slept. It seemed or felt like I met my guide from my afterlife experience that showed me things the way a parent teaches a child. My brains were injured, yet, I wasn’t truly aware of the extent of anoxia had damaged tissues. When I began to awaken, and my mind began to grasp the 3rd dimensional reality of living life, I was sad, but I knew it had to be done, if I wanted to continue to exist with my family. I knew that I had to do those dang mathematical word problems, the easy ones from grade school, yet at 66 years old, for the life of me, I struggled. Words were twisted and had lost their meanings. Today, I still at times have to get the dictionary out, as words that are simple can be so complex.
During that two year period, Covid came on the scene and my son moved to Dallas and then Seattle. He came home on occasion to check on me as I did my best to live alone in my 2400 sq foot mansion that was falling apart because I no longer had the ability to work or do nursing assignments. My legs had no feeling, and I had a fractured neck. Taking care of huge was then a mishap, but some how, I made it by. My brain had been damaged from going without oxygen for so long in my NDE experience. I also found in a much later X-ray of my neck, the EMS fractured my neck while performing COR on me during my NDE. But, no one paid attention to me, until I almost fell apart again. That was one year and eight months post my NDE hospitalization. Very poor medical a treatment, I’d say. No one listened to me when I said “my neck and shoulder hurts.” The fracture was discovered when the chiropractor ordered the X-ray. A simple X-ray hiding all my pain that was ignored by the medical team.
Because of Covid crisis, and being alone, I often took art Zoom groups with friends from all over the world and a zoom group from the UK where I made some powerful overseas relationships. Those friends are still my close friends today, though I’ve never met them in person. My art during that period of time went from scribbling colors like an elementary child into doing art that gets sold, though I don’t necessarily sell any. I just have people ask me if they could buy a piece or two
I wrote this passage while in the Covid lockdown and while I was having visitations when I slept… how much I miss Those days.
“Before the day ends and sleep takes me into another dimensional dream, I must write about last night’s dream. Otherwise, I’ll forget it as I’ve already forgotten most of it, but I’ll try to recall what comes back throughout my day.
I dreamt about my pod and your pod and all pods in the afterlife. In my NDE I saw it as a gray fleshy color, but as I wrote in my NDE book, I had to color it in a pastel. I never said why nor did I question myself about the situation. I just painted them. Later, Tena and Karen asked me why I painted them in their podcast when I was their guest. Their questions opened my door to wondering the same thing… “why?” As I had already asked myself the same question, but I didn’t want to answer.
So, my dream seemed to be situated around my pod that looks like your pod and everyone else’s.
The pod is us. It is our consciousness. It holds us completely and everything we think, belief, manifest, color, love, and hate. The oval egg shaped pod is our being. Some of us are more creative, and some are fearful of being creative. When coloring it many hues and shades, we are expressing us or who we are. Some sing or dance and some think in mathematical terms of creation and theirs will be how they see themselves. Nether-the-less, we are in control of our pods, or ourselves. We are our colors of our creation or we are colors, or lack there of, because we didn’t create. When we get into our depressive state of being, our consciousness might be gray or dull. I saw mine in my NDE as a gray, dead, flesh color. It was bleak and I felt it needed colors. I painted it after my NDE when I drew this picture featured in my post now that I’m writing.
As the morning approached, and I began to awaken, I began to see that only I can change the walls of colors whether they are gray, black, colorless, or obnoxiously offensive. We are the creators within the world of our pods and in that pod we create where we go in this life or in the next. We travel through the dimensions within our pods, ourselves.
My dream became intense and interestingly surprising as I saw how we do make things happen and only we can control the atmosphere surrounding us. Think about this.
This morning, after I awoke, and did some work while in my dreamy pod on things that need help in my life last night as I slept, I began to experience a spectacular day. Just truly amazing. All because of my pod work. I painted my gray pod to pastels. And this is the end of my pod story.”
After painting this and having thoughts revolving around it often, a Japanese advertisement caught my eye. The colors of it were dark grey, and had light bluish green lights shining quietly through the grayish pods of a miniature hotel “pods” sold at the terminal buildings or in downtown areas. “Yes,” eerily it caught my attention and kind of frightened me. That was truly what I witnessed. “What in the heck were these things?” I knew immediately that as we live in this biological reality of 3D World, we are inside our spaces or pods and inside the pods, we create.
So you’re wondering what we do in these pods, and are they similar to those seen in the movie, “The Matrix.” And this is where it gets complicated and hard to explain. But, I now wonder how the true author of The Matrix, Sophia Stewart, came up with this knowledge and understanding…hmm.. Did Sophia have an inter dimensional experience or an NDE? Was this explanation given to her by a dream… how did she come up with this idea? Truly fascinating and I would love to sit and talk with her about this sometime as I’d share my NDE with her revelations.
To me, and I’m not 100 sure of what the pods are, but with the help of the movie and seeing what I saw, Sophia’s revelation is amazingly similar to what I believe. Now remember, I’m not saying I know 100 percent, but I did see pods, and I did color them. Also, I was upset when I saw the original color, and I colored them because they upset me. And, this was the only thing in my NDE that scared me, after my NDE, when I recognized that I colored the images differently than what I truly saw. It is my thinking, that came later after my NDE, that believes that we are manifesting our environment on all dimensions. We are driving our experiences by using our consciousness that rests in control inside the pod. My thoughts.
Now, I’ve gotten into my NDE without giving the basics of how I got there and what it felt like, and so forth.
It is because I had anaphylactic shock, a stroke and a myocardial infarction or heart attack at 10:30PM February 8, 2019, I didn’t see myself floating above myself nor see a hospital setting. I was simply on the other side before my head hit the ground that night.
Please remember, there is no time on that dimension of the timeline. So, there is no order of events. I put them in an order to make sense to someone listening in this time. Therefore, there is no first, second or third event as it happened all at once. And no, there is no confusion. I explain that it is similar to being in a balloon and one at a time, the moments pop up to be understood then, and then the next moment pops up. There are no in between moments. It’s hard to fathom and it’s difficult to explain. But, there is no confusion, nothing is talking over anything else. Also, the communication is telepathic. It feels dreamy. It’s neither hot nor cold, yet it can appear as a desert or the frozen tundra. It could be on the bottom of the oceans or anywhere one can manifest. There can be whatever one imagines or manifests. So, you might ask? Are you certain you are dead?
Well, I went without oxygen for over 30 minutes. In fact, CPR was given to me for over an hour. I’m a nurse and never gave CPR to anyone over 30 minutes, and 30 minutes is a fairly lengthy time as when oxygen is depleted brain injuries occur. That happened to me, but I’m not going to spend time on too much medical information, as there are numerous facts about my NDEm and medical takes up to much space and time.
When on the other side, I knew that I was gone from the physical plane of the 3D world. I was not upset, nor afraid. I was alone in the beginning. It seems that I was an image of myself of a picture taken a few years before the NDE. I was 50 ish or more, but age was unimportant because we create ourselves on the other side. We are who we think we are, just like here. It’s what we perceive about ourselves or anything that is our reality whether here or there on the other side. It wasn’t until after my NDE, a few years later, that I began to see this as my truth.
***it is important for me to tell everyone that my truths are mine, and whether you believe them or not, is fine with me. I’m not here to lead a belief group or system, but am only here to tell myself what is truth to me, and anyone else who wants to listen and discuss what we believe together. I’m not interested in having followers, as I’m still in a tunnel of unknowns trying to find out truths that I’ve been searching for. Some people search for god or Jesus or some religious beliefs they hold as their icons of divinity, and that’s were they go, and that’s fine. But, I must go into the details and areas where my personal questions are or can be, and find the pieces of the puzzles that I need. I have an NDE art group, but on there it is important to me to not allow any religious beliefs or my own to force or influence others. It is a place of belief and opinion freedom, but we always say, “this is how I believe…” Running or plowing over someone’s beliefs is not acceptable. I won’t do it, so I expect the same politeness and consideration.
Back to my NDE … remember that everything happens at once, but is surreal in the moment that is being experienced. From being the image, I find myself in a Petri dish (example of) and I’m alone. I’ve been there for a while and it seems that I grew up from a seedling 🌱 into a childlike questioning being that expressed itself from the Petri dish. “Hello, am I alone? Is anyone here to help me?” And as soon as I said this, something like a silent robotic being came over to me and brought me out (from my pod), the Petri dish… the robotic being did not communicate with me, but I suddenly was standing (naked, I believe, but felt no shame), at the side of mountains of 🩸 blood. There was a stream of red blood coming down the mountain side, and it was frightening to see. To my side was a very tall Asian man wearing white linen shorts, as he was topless as he worked with a straw hat on and a long pole or rake in his hand. I gasped and asked, “is that blood?”
Very softly and calmly he replied, ‘you are at the cleansing pool. And, every time you ascend to another level,, you will come here to be cleansed.” He also said the blood was from the brains that he was cleansing from others. It’s was Cycling around the water and mountain range to be cleansed. I asked him if it hurt and he replied, “well, did it hurt?” I said, “no, it did not.” Suddenly, I was off traveling at the speed of thought. To the next moment in the bubble of the right now as all other happenings in “the now” stopped and just the moment was experienced. All other thoughts and ideas diminished and only the now was present. In my NDE I learned “we travel at the speed of our thoughts;” however, “darkness travels faster than the speed of light.”
“Within my NDE I learned “we travel at the speed of our thoughts;” however, “darkness travels faster than the speed of light.” Teachings from my guide who held energetic thoughts of magnets 🧲 upward, so I could ponder those points of interest.”
Shall I move forward?
I mentioned my guide, but I had not met him or her yet. I was alone except for the robot and The Asian man wearing a straw hat with the stream of blood that he was purifying. So now, immediately after I nodded that I understood that before I
ascending anywhere, I was to return to the cleansing pool for my brains blood to be cleaned. I agreed to his request, and I nodded my “yes,” as I was taken by the speed of darkness into the desert 🏜️ by myself.
The desert appeared to be hot, but there was no temperature, but a soft gentle breeze whisper my hair around. I looked out for what seemed to be miles. There in the distance there was a gigantic circular stone, and that rock began zig zagging it’s way towards me in the yellow sands of the desert. There it, the big huge gigantic plain circular bolder, came to rest at my feet without sandals or shoes and I stood alone with my golden shoulder length hair blowing in the soft wind.
It seems as if I walked through my portal without saying goodbye just like so many others had done before me, but I was not sad when I thought about my family and my pets. Perhaps, I looked their way and saluted them with my soul, but I turned towards the desert into my past.
My past took me to a place in the desert where it looked as if mankind had been born there. I was standing in Sumerian land where pyramids and sand were abundant. In front of me, I recognized a being who I’d known before, but the gender of this being is still not known today; however then, I thought it was masculine energy and I referred to it as a male entity. Today, I’m not sure. But, it doesn’t matter.
This is the first time in my experience that I met someone and I said that he seemed familiar to me. I think I called him by name, but I don’t remember what his name is now. The information does fade with time. We greet each other and he had the most beautiful eyes of crystal. He had no skin tones, but was translucent off white or a grayish color. We spoke only using telepathy and I asked him to heal my deafness. He asked, “you’re unable to hear?” And I said, well here, hearing is not necessary, but on the other side, I need to hear.” My hearing was not corrected there, and I am almost totally deaf now, on this side of the veil.
My eyes saw the pyramids and saw the Sumerian Tablets. I proceeded that way as he followed me. My hands ran over the stone and without a doubt, I’d been there before. I’d seen them. This is when I knew reincarnation was real. The tablets, the sand and the pyramids were just like I’d remembered them. My guide or friend reach down to the sand and held some in his palm. The
crystals of fragments of sand and coral dusts, sparkles or iron ore, diamonds, rubies, emeralds and gold slipped through my fingers that were no longer with a physical mass, but much like that if a ghost. As he showed me the intricate makeup of rocks, gems and stones of gold, he showed me beneath my feet were layers upon layers of dimensional spaces made from these fragments that appeared to the biological human eyes as part of the earths surface and body, yet, in the afterlife, was so much more. I realized realized that walking on the earth was walking on another’s kingdom whether it was the insects or bacterial. It was theirs just as this circular globe seemed like ours. Learning respect for everything else was part of my lesson.
In the next few moments, we were flying by most of the known pyramids on earth. My guide said then”think it, fly, and be there.”
He smiled, “we fly faster by the speed of thought.” He also told me that “flying by the speed of thoughts is faster than the speed of light,” and that’s how we traveled across the earth from Sumerian land, to South America, up through Central America, Mexico and then after flying by the pyramids, we stood on the earth, then my guide said, “are you ready?” And I responded, “for what?” He said, “Stretch out your arms and prepare for liftoff,” and away we flew off earth.”
We were headed for where the guide was taking us. The wind was unbelievable going through my hair, and the atmosphere was perfect. There was nothing to breathe in the upper dimensions. There, in the universe, flying with a huge enlightening sense of happiness and joy, I watched constellations closer than I’ve ever imagined, and I wasn’t in a 3D World anymore, I was in the center of the entire lively and living universe. It was alive in energetic motion and lights, energies and magnetism.
I’m backing up now to tell you that after my NDE occurred, because I had an anoxic brain injury, speaking was confusing and hard for me. And, I think I said this earlier. But to continue, in order to cope with my environment and others, I drew pictures and did artwork. It was through the help of an art therapist friend, who urged me for a while to draw my feelings and what I saw, that I picked up a crayon initially and began creating my journey with numerous drawings and paintings. I told my AT friend, “it is impossible to illustrate what I saw, as I was no longer in a 3D Model of what we know as our universe, but I was very much like a hologram in a gigantic world that’s impossible to paint or recreate perfectly” she urged, “you don’t have to be perfect, but can show the world small illustrations of what you felt.” I said, “okay,” and I began to paint my world. I sat in zoom art classes from all over the world and I created. My understanding and personal development grew in a new way. It was much broader and expansive for me, and hopefully for others. I did sit in a seat of judgment often because when someone talked about their knowledge of the afterlife, or “heaven.” As, I knew they were wrong about what they thought, and I wanted to show them by my paintings, as my speech was limited. There are not enough words in any language to describe dimensions greater or lesser than our own, and painting our feelings is really hard and difficult unless you are a Renoir or Monet. And I am far from either or of these two or anyone else. At first, I painted like a child.
The lines were scratchy and colors were uneven, but I didn’t give up. I had something to say, and my Art of scribbles might help define the afterlife experience.
The fact that I no longer reasoned or thought like my older adult self didn’t make me depressed. It made me realize that I had to get busy with learning again and practice what I had left in my brain tissues, so I signed up for a college herbal medicine class. When I got online in the classroom, I saw there were names underneath each one of the students, and some were doctors. I felt like I couldn’t do this! I panicked and called the admissions office and said, “I don’t think I can do this course. My brain tissue won’t be as good as I need it to be. Competition with others academically ran deeply in my family, and either “I win,” or I back out. That was my reasoning to pull out. The college of natural sciences asked me not to do that, and even if I was at the bottom of the class and I passed or failed, I would be doing my mind a world of good. Either way. So, reluctantly, I said yes. I went ahead with the 5 month course and I scored the highest in the class. Mind you, I was so proud of myself, and even though, my mind was still confused at the end, remarkably, it was then headed in the right directions. I painted all the pictures of the herbs I studied. During my NDE, herbs were given to me to be extremely important for mankind. Do not throw weeds (mostly herbs) away. Buy seeds of dandelions and herbal seeds of all kinds and throw them in your yards. Herbs are natural medicines, and you and I should know more about them than medicine.
Back to my NDE … I’M hallway through telling my NDE adventure to you, and I hope you are enjoying it.
My crystal eyed guide and myself have flown throughout the cosmos in the direction of Orion’s Belt. As we became closer, I remember knowing exactly where I was and saying, “oh! We’re at Orion’s Belt!!!” We flew up to a gigantic star base much like one seen in movies, but absolutely huge. We entered a doorway that appeared rectangular, meaning a building that had edges on it, and solid. The door was average height and size for an average person so it seemed, but then again, I wasn’t in fleshy biological makeup, but was in a spiritual state of being. So truthfully, I didn’t measure the doors, but they appeared average size to me in my spiritual body. And measuring them wasn’t on my mind, for the person who asks me this question. Yes, I’ve been asked similar questions before, and in the afterlife, one doesn’t think about measuring devices or of recording factors of science, though I personally believe science is the most authentic measurement method in life.
Before we enter the room with other beings, I must give to you a short version of my life, and here I tell you that my late engineer rocket scientist father had an encounter with lights and beings during the late 1950s to 1980s. His case is a sealed Project Blue Book case in which our family has not been informed by the government, yet it’s in their Air Force agreement. We were never included or informed about the existence or any other facts about it. My father and mother were sworn to secrecy, but I as a child was exposed to the beings who threatened me then. I lived with the horror of their pointing fingers and threats of murdering me, all my life. So, when I write that ETs escorted me in my book, in the universe, this is exactly what I experienced, and expected. It’s what I’ve believed in since I was a child. I’ve seen them when I was six, seven, eight and nine, and that’s why I believe they formed us from their biological sources of human development from alien DNA. And, I’ve believed this much longer than Ancient Aliens said this publicly. As a matter of fact, when they gave us their suggestion that humans derived from alien DNA, I literally jumped for joy. I knew then, I wasn’t crazy. Now, you can believe anyway that you want, and that’s fine. But, do not try to convince me that religious beliefs are correct. In my opinion, it’s science and always had been. We were artificially inseminated and created by them, and nothing more. If you want to believe there’s a god over all of this, that’s fine. I won’t stop you, and I hope you’re right and able to prove it one day. But, until then, I will stay with the most logical explanation.
To add, after my NDE, I’m not sure that I believe in a beginning or and end, but in a revolving cycle much like fractions formations that are always dividing, populating, and moving… all the time, yet even in a fractal state of consciousness, there must be a beginning and end, or maybe that’s just reflecting each life we live. A beginning of one, and then another. Surely m there must be a leader, a creator, a primal source of creation… I certainly hope. Being the hamster on a wheel of forever is an exhausting journey and idea that I don’t want to do, or be there. I hope not, but I’m just a tiny fragment of it all just like you. Who or what it is will be mind boggling.
Back to the hall in the building of angles, as we walked together. My guide seemed to walk behind me, and I knew where we were going. He followed me into the room. I think I’d been there several times. I was a little intimidated by the atmosphere of the room.
The room without walls, had low lights that were unseen. There was a long glass looking table where lights were coming from underneath the legs that were only imagined. It was silent. To the
opposite side where we entered, five beings came through the entrance. They looked straight ahead. There was a short grayish man who had a handlebar mustache, the second being and fourth being, I have no memory of who or what they were, but the third being seemed to be bluish in color much like a brilliant blue bird, and the fifth being was a tall white faced and linen draped female prescience. The small grayish man welcomed me in a professional manner, and he asked me to stand at a certain place. My guide seemed to disappear. The meeting was intense, and draining. I don’t remember very much of it except the beings weren’t upset with me, yet I, was upset with myself. In my past, if something upset me, I quickly forgot it, and I think that I did this regarding
this event. And now, I’m upset that I chose to throw it out and not remember it. Since then, I’ve been hypnotized by two or three people to try to remember who the two beings were, and what was said. I must have blocked it tightly, or perhaps, they did… one day it might be told to me again, or perhaps, it’s now behind me.
And, I believe that was my life review for this life of 2019, and they pardoned me to continue on, with head trauma, a fractured neck, no husband, and two children with there own family issues.
But, I didn’t think of any negativity until a few years later, when I looked back and knew I overcame a great deal, by myself, and with the help of those beings who enter my dreams every night and speak of living life to me. Mysteries are laid out before me as I sleep.
From the life review, I was taken into another starship that held a crew of engineers, sailors of the sky, navigators, and readers of the cosmos. They showed me universal astrology monuments that are held within galaxies, and roads in the universe that are mostly traveled by beings such as myself. The sky sailors took pleasure in burning a large manuscript of binary codes given to me to read. At first, I didn’t remember reading them, after being asked to do so. I told them, “I can’t read that!” And they laughed out loud, and waited for me to pick it up again later or then and try. I suppose that I did it, and with that, after they had fun burning the papers, they opened the back door of the ship and told me, “you’re free to travel wherever you want.”
And I reached my arms out and stretched like the eagle and took off! Spinning in the universe! It was utterly beautiful and grand. Surely there is a creator somewhere!
Throughout the cosmos I few and visited The seven sisters, and I saw the truest Elohim creating a nebulous of 144,000 years. In the distance, I thought that I heard my sister calling me, though she says she wasn’t. She kept saying, “you must come back. It’s not your turn. What will I do with your dog’s?” I thought about my sister and my dogs, but the furtherer away from earth I got, the more distance they seemed. I began to ignore her voice and the thoughts of my animals. I didn’t want to go home. Though she denied calling me during my icu time, it bothered me because I truly heard her. I know she was calling me. One day I asked her again, “I heard you calling me, telling me that it wasn’t my time.” She said, “no, I never said it (out loud).” I asked, “were you saying it inside your mind?” She replied, “yes.” I knew then I heard her thoughts telepathically. Yes, she said it, and yes, I heard it.
This brings me to the idea that we say much more than we speak. Babies pick this up. We have know when we are children if we were wanted or not. Every cell in our body speaks the truths we hold inside while our conversations are far from speaking truths.
I flew out to the edge of the universe and witnessed a remarkable sight. I created a picture of what I saw and a couple of years later NASA created a computer generated AI image of something very similar to that which I witnessed. When I was observing all the work being performed by plant life or something similar that requires cosmetic atmosphere, it began to communicate telepathically with me. It was polite and friendly, but professionally busy. It told me that no man or human life had ever come back once leaving the (matrix) of the entire universe. It told me not to get close to the exit area as the current was stronger than rip tides. And I took note. Later, a few years later, I wondered if it was possible to escape from the matrix of energies that seem hold up the entire universe… I still wonder if it’s possible, and what’s on the other side or the other cosmos?
When flying across the universe, I saw a web of silky like fibers that surround us, hold us, give us life and energetics to sustain life for the universe. I saw formulas flying across the sky from one constellation to the next. All energies and connections. And yes, cosmetic astrology is real and they use it today.
There was a young man who many want to call him “Jesus”and if he is to you, then do, he is. But to me, he was probably another guide who seemed to be an escort to me should I get lost in the cosmos, who spoke to me as my thoughts began to slow down, and he asked me, “are you ready to go home? You don’t have to, but it is okay if you want to?” (Mind you, 11 days later while in the hospital as an inpatient, I had what was another cardiac flair up) I felt terrible that day, and the death Angel, who I call the transporter was in my room ready to lift me once again…
But, on the day of my NDE, I decided to go home. Maybe I should or could. I wasn’t afraid to die then, or now, and I welcome the idea. But, I thought about my children and my animals. I thought about them. So, I returned.
Now, back to the beginning of my NDE. I complained to them on the other side that I didn’t have lights, tunnels, angels or things written about in other books… so, the young male created a wonderful purple tunnel before I jumped in. As I stepped into the tunnel he yelled, “And don’t forget the love!” And I flew home in a purple tunnel of lights. I think the purples began to heal my weakened body. I felt no pain entering back inside my body. I’d been gone for a while, and slipping back in should be interesting.
I’ll end with the new abilities that I’ve been left with are not so much as psychic abilities, as I was that before this happened. If anything, this gift was pulled back from me and polished up a bit making the gift more accurate than before. My most prominent gift and powerful is sometimes frightening and I see it often just before falling asleep. It is a telepathic foresight that sees with my eyes closed, the truth or the real skin around people. If something is worm like, I’ll see it up close, with all the scary tentacles and pores, the eyes and movements, and its intentions whether harmful or otherwise. At first the sights were somewhat alarming, but now, they are interesting and I look deeper into the situation or shadows of an event. Do I miss things and see perfectly? No, I don’t, but if I wanted to, I could. It would take a deep quiet moment between being awake, aware, and asleep to gain the answers that it would give and the purposes it’s trying to fulfill.
One other point this ability showed me after my NDE, and it is for this reason, I stay far away from religion as I possibly can. I don’t or won’t use religious jargon as it is a hook into the gigantic wave (seen by me) of religious beliefs that were caste here as an order of control over the people. Once again, if you choose to follow a belief system, then do it, but I will not. I will not talk to anyone else, but maybe my children, over what I personally believe is true. I don’t or won’t not try to suffocate my children anymore in religious based politics and beliefs. Life is their choice. My beliefs are mine. They are private and between me and my imagination of who or what the primal forces are. That’s it.
This is my little experience.
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