Things That Make You Go Hmmm……


AngelicView: I have spent the last two hours searching for this NDE because I wanted to share it with you. I knew it existed… out there… in the NDE-world, but finding it was a bit of a challenge. Once I read it again, I remembered the reason why I didn’t post it when I read it the first time, years ago. It seems very disjointed and if you don’t know what you are looking at – you might get very confused.

I don’t like to generally post a lot of my feelings about what the meaning of the NDE’s are that I post – I like to pretty much leave that up to the reader. In this case, though, I think I will provide my own insights into this NDE. I will post my comments in blue italics, okay? Okay. Let’s get started.

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Atlantis Was My Home

AngelicView: Some people seem to have memories of past lives. Sometimes it takes regressive hypnosis sessions and other times they just seem to remember. This story, in particular, really caught my attention because he is speaking of the Legendary Atlantis. Thanks to John, for sharing with us.

In Atlantis, I was at a place where I really felt I was at home. I had friends & people I could trust in and support me in anything in life. The life in Atlantis was based on spiritual respect and unconditional love. People lived in accordance with the Law of OneCityOfAncients in the brotherhood and sisterhood of Atlantis that had respect, honour and loyalty to one another. In this life I see myself as a healer and teacher. I had many additional gifts within my DNA.

Love and compassionate divinity was one of my gifts in that life when I fell in love. Love was free, flawless and given without judgment. unlike the people of today. Although people were genetically created to look perfect and look beautiful on a physical level, real beauty for me lay at a personality and an emotional level.

I had my own temple home where I lived; it was made out of white marble & light blue granite, the front of temple had support columns that were large, wide and very tall. The temples looked like Ancient Greek & Egyptian style in construction but more creative in science and colour. Each column had inscriptions of the Atlantean language, which was complex and a lot like the Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs.

The Atlantean hieroglyphs were cryptic, they had riddles and real stories but they basically had 3 forms of written languages, one was similar to Phoenician, the other Runic, the third was a lot like ancient Sumerian, the hieroglyphic language they possessed was a lot like the Egyptian one, but with many differences.

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Searching For Moments of Open Stillness

Phoenix Rising

AngelicView: This is a tragically beautiful STE (Spiritually Transformative Event), which was like a spiritual awakening triggered by the death of her friend. It happened in 2010 and continued over the next several months – and is still in process. Her insights are profound and even though it is a long read, I thought it was well worth the time. In fact, I read parts of it twice ;)

Thanks to Phoebe for sharing your story :)

In mid-September 2010, my friend Amanda from high school died at age 20 after a speeding drunk driver hit her while she was riding her bicycle; he hit her so hard that she flew 200 feet (~60.96 m). Upon hearing about her death, I was completely shocked. I could not pay attention in class. Time seemed to stand still. It was my junior year of college. My friends and professors did their best to comfort me. I received lots of hugs. Somehow, I managed to do my work and some early morning bird-watching in the next days.

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David Hatcher Childress Interview on Fade to Black

DavidHatcherChildress EasterIsland

AngelicView: I am fascinated by this guy, David Hatcher Childress. It seems that he has been everywhere and done everything (to me, anyway) regarding ancient megalithic sites – which I am also fascinated with, by the way! He tells us stories of many places he has been and tells us his views on how they were built, who built them, and what they were used for. David is one of the stars on Ancient Aliens, and so you would think he might say, “It was Aliens!“. But, no. He believes that ancient civilization contained some very advanced cultures – some even more advanced than our own – who built these fantastic structures. That view, by the way, is the same one that Graham Hancock takes. He, if you don’t know, is another famous researcher in megalithic sites and another one who’s opinions I respect.

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Teal Swan – When Things are Out of Your Control

Teal Swan

AngelicView: I loved this video SO MUCH that I STOPPED what I was doing (was cooking dinner for my little family) just to come in here and blog about it (and I’m sure my family is real happy about that! Lol) :)

Teal Swan talks about the idea that people create their own reality, and comprehending that with bringing forward negative experiences in their lives. She says that when that happens (negative experiences), you shouldn’t feel as if you are a failure at creating your own reality. Instead, it was those negative experiences that were called for in order for your vibration or consciousness to leap up to the next level. In other words, it was what was needed.

“You know that something is supposed to be happening because it is happening.” ~Teal Swan

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Commanded by Angels to Preserve the Earth’s Canopy

By David Milarch

Death was near, my body shutting down. I lay limp in my bed at home, barely aware of my wife, Kerry, and my mother at my side. All I felt was sadness. And regret. What a waste. I was an alcoholic, too often an embarrassment to Kerry and our two sons, Jared and Jake. I didn’t want my kids to see me like this.

Too late, that summer of ’92, I’d tried to get sober — cold turkey, here in my bed. But my liver and kidneys couldn’t take the sudden withdrawal. I could barely breathe, my lungs filling with fluid. A friend took me to the emergency room, where they gave me a blood transfusion, but the doctor’s face was grim.

“We need to put you on dialysis,” the doctor said. “That will give you time to say good-bye to your family.” I’d come home a day ago. I was still alive. Barely.

Forty-one years. What had I accomplished? I was proud of the boys. Jared was 12 and Jake was 10, my helpers on our family tree farm. I’d tried to encourage them, told them to never give up on their dreams. But Kerry was really the one who’d seen to their upbringing.

The farm, 150 acres in northern Michigan, was my other passion. We grew shade trees: maples, locusts, birch. Did my life even matter?

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