“I Was Brought Into the Folds of Heaven”

AngelicView: I don’t feel as if I can possibly say enough how much I truly appreciate… from the bottom of my heart… all the wonderful stories people have shared with me, you, or just on the internet… of their experiences. Being able to read them and pass them along has been truly life-changing for me. In fact, in way… they have saved my life. In the real sense, I think they have saved my physical life so that I haven’t gone and offed myself. And in a “quality-of-life” sense, they have made my life better and more fulfilled than ever before. I know that if they affect me this way, they probably do many, many others, as well.

This Near-Death Experience account is beyond awesome. Rachel was 12 years old at the time and was swimming at a YMCA pool with her brother and they were having fun in the middle of the deep pool waters playfully fighting over rights to a boogie board (a small foam “board” to aid in swimming) when both of them tired out. At that same time, the lifeguard at the pool had just went for a quick bathroom break. This spells “disaster”… or maybe it spells “a life-changing experience”.

Thank you to Rachel for sharing your experience 🙂

Past Lives & Life Between Lives Regression

AngelicView: Here’s something for people who would like to learn more about this subject. This is Nancy Canning, Hypnotherapist, interviewed by Bob Olson.

Personally, I think I can get a feeling about two of my past lives. Those two may be the only ones I’ve ever had – or I may have had many many more.

1. This one is a more detailed memory: I was an American Indian girl a very long time ago. I didn’t know about the white men, so it was before they came to America. I think I lived somewhere which looked like the Appalachian Mountains. It was not near the ocean. It was a great and peaceful life. I was about 14 years old when one night my family’s home caught fire. I was able to get out, but after I did I realized that my family (namely, my parents) were still inside. I was too scared to go back in so I stood outside and screamed and screamed for them in horror. They never made it out.
2. This one is less detailed: I was a woman a very very long time ago. Someplace like Atlantis or Egypt. I was from a very wealthy family. I was beautiful and rich and, well… “stuck up”, I guess you would say. I treated other people badly. I treated the men who loved me badly and I treated the poorer people badly.

So those are my two memories. Do you have any you’d like to share?

If We Create Our Own Reality, How Do You Explain Suffering?

By Teal Scott

Suffering is the biggest issue for those of us who are trying to align with the spiritual truth of  “you create your own reality” and “the purpose of your life is joy”. And who blames us? Who the hell could say that the child who was kidnapped and raped created their own reality and live with themselves? How could we say that life is about joy when people are losing their loved ones to cancer or war?

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Our entire reality is being arranged around us like a 360 degree mirror reflection of our thoughts. Our senses perceive this reflection and translate it into a physical experience for us. And so, you can think of it like a learning hologram. When we are born, we know we create our own reality by virtue of what we are paying attention to. This is why it is so easy for babies to ignore you. But pretty soon, we get more flack for ignoring things we do not want to pay attention to than we do for paying attention to them, and the minute we pay attention to them, they begin to manifest in our reality. And we feel like victims. We forget that we create our own reality. 

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