Rationality can only shrink to become much smaller than existence. It is based on the five known senses, good for a compass needle sometimes, but no oracle of terrain. Rationalists will always simultaneously pat themselves on the back for putting things in a tidy box and breathe relief quietly that they have tucked the unknown beyond their fear of it. Thank you for risking their ire in sharing your story.
In a previous job, I was around dying a lot. I accompanied many in their dying weeks, days and hours. Some slipped into final sleep through weeks of longer and longer sleep, waking to this dream, trying to describe where they’d been, eyes lit, telling me over and over that it was real, more real than where my senses told me they were. This is how my grandpa went, unable to talk but with eyes brighter than a child’s at Christmas.
Some talked about long-passed loved ones coming to visit. Those with unresolved issues came back, urgent to resolve them. I was lucky enough to help with a couple of these. Two believed a lie, that they deserved hell. What they saw, I’ll never repeat to anybody.
Very rarely, people meet their psychopomp. It is an intense passage that most will avoid. Old-timey hermeticists call it “conversation with the Holy Guardian Angel.” It’s an intense path. Intense enough so that I’ve seen it mostly attained through NDE. Some say you are meeting your higher self, then. Others say you’re meeting angels and gods, ascended masters, ancestors. All of them come back with a much increased awareness, as if they have developed a new sense. It’s uncanny.
This is all anecdotal. I’ve chosen to be curious, not judgmental. To an extreme, really. I own the kind of curiosity that kills cats. I’m pleased to say, though, that satisfaction has brought me back several times over.
That’s a lot of bleeps after I upgraded my subscription. I know your story, not because our experiences are alike, but because my own experience, very different and not NDE, brought Archangel Michael into my life, and other great ones. Not visually or audibly, but through the intuition, the knowing. I have not always trusted this, but your story is helping me deepen that trust. Thank you for that. I’m also writing a book, but it’s an economics and business book. Very different from your work, but from the same place, love. And guided by the same intuition. I could use your sense of humor and clarity. Thank you for sharing your story. I love your writing. And by the way the great ones have taken care of me and they will take care of you too. Trust that. It took me a while to do that too.
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It was ok. I subscribed at the founder or something level to support your work. All the bleeps were the notifications of the subscriptions. I don't usually share my intuition and knowing "stuff" because it sounds so woo woo and being in this "economist" no woo woo world I hesitate to share it. I appreciate your writing and descriptions because it helps me understand my experience and where I am now. I'm looking forward to reading more of your story.
AH, okay! Well, in that case: THANK YOU. And, trust me, I know EXACTLY how you feel. It took me 10 years to work up the courage to talk about the woowoo stuff publicly.
I look forward to reading your next chapter. There is much that exists alongside and around us that we are not always consciously aware of. I have learned to pay attention and not discount anything.
I love the part about the tree. It made me feel very sad happy. Thanks for sharing
Rationality can only shrink to become much smaller than existence. It is based on the five known senses, good for a compass needle sometimes, but no oracle of terrain. Rationalists will always simultaneously pat themselves on the back for putting things in a tidy box and breathe relief quietly that they have tucked the unknown beyond their fear of it. Thank you for risking their ire in sharing your story.
In a previous job, I was around dying a lot. I accompanied many in their dying weeks, days and hours. Some slipped into final sleep through weeks of longer and longer sleep, waking to this dream, trying to describe where they’d been, eyes lit, telling me over and over that it was real, more real than where my senses told me they were. This is how my grandpa went, unable to talk but with eyes brighter than a child’s at Christmas.
Some talked about long-passed loved ones coming to visit. Those with unresolved issues came back, urgent to resolve them. I was lucky enough to help with a couple of these. Two believed a lie, that they deserved hell. What they saw, I’ll never repeat to anybody.
Very rarely, people meet their psychopomp. It is an intense passage that most will avoid. Old-timey hermeticists call it “conversation with the Holy Guardian Angel.” It’s an intense path. Intense enough so that I’ve seen it mostly attained through NDE. Some say you are meeting your higher self, then. Others say you’re meeting angels and gods, ascended masters, ancestors. All of them come back with a much increased awareness, as if they have developed a new sense. It’s uncanny.
This is all anecdotal. I’ve chosen to be curious, not judgmental. To an extreme, really. I own the kind of curiosity that kills cats. I’m pleased to say, though, that satisfaction has brought me back several times over.
That’s a lot of bleeps after I upgraded my subscription. I know your story, not because our experiences are alike, but because my own experience, very different and not NDE, brought Archangel Michael into my life, and other great ones. Not visually or audibly, but through the intuition, the knowing. I have not always trusted this, but your story is helping me deepen that trust. Thank you for that. I’m also writing a book, but it’s an economics and business book. Very different from your work, but from the same place, love. And guided by the same intuition. I could use your sense of humor and clarity. Thank you for sharing your story. I love your writing. And by the way the great ones have taken care of me and they will take care of you too. Trust that. It took me a while to do that too.
Hi! Thanks for the subscription. Please tell me what you mean by bleeps? I see that Substack charged you a higher amount than normal for this newsletter. If this was in error, please let me know. Thank you for subscribing.
It was ok. I subscribed at the founder or something level to support your work. All the bleeps were the notifications of the subscriptions. I don't usually share my intuition and knowing "stuff" because it sounds so woo woo and being in this "economist" no woo woo world I hesitate to share it. I appreciate your writing and descriptions because it helps me understand my experience and where I am now. I'm looking forward to reading more of your story.
AH, okay! Well, in that case: THANK YOU. And, trust me, I know EXACTLY how you feel. It took me 10 years to work up the courage to talk about the woowoo stuff publicly.
I'm glad you are because you are giving me the courage to do so. :)
This is truly so incredible, thank you so much for sharing it.
So glad your son is doing well 💛
It is very brave of you to share these experiences. I want to read it all.
May your strength continue to grow.
I look forward to reading your next chapter. There is much that exists alongside and around us that we are not always consciously aware of. I have learned to pay attention and not discount anything.
Powerful story. The geometric description of the other side is unique. Reassurance about afterlife and power and purpose is love.
I’m loving this! Thank you! After the first few installments, I upgraded to a paid membership.
Fascinating!
I love hearing about the new gifts you returned with. This is such a remarkable story.