One day I was speaking with Sun Bear when he asked me if anything unusual had happened recently. I thought for a moment and replied, “No, nothing special.” He then asked me to lie down, breath deeply and relax. After some time he asked again if anything unusual had happened. I was still drawing a blank. Then he tried a different approach and asked me if anything had happened in the news. I replied, “No… wait… There was a comet! Is that what you mean?”
The year was 1997, and a few days earlier there had been a major news story about a mass suicide coinciding with the closest approach of the Hale-Bopp comet, which had been visible to the naked eye for months due to its very large size and brightness.
The deceased had all been members of a cult known as Heaven’s Gate. The cult’s leaders had convinced its members that after they died their souls would board a mother ship trailing the comet, and that they would be taken to a higher level of existence where they would be immortal. This year marks the 25th anniversary of this tragic event; there have been a flurry of media stories lately in remembrance. A TV miniseries aired in 2020.
I had noticed the story — it was hard not to, it was so sensationalized — but I didn’t pay much attention to it. I didn’t even think of it right away when Sun Bear prompted me but once I did, he explained that the presence of the comet had created a psychically stressful energetic environment which could affect sensitive people. Unstable people, like the ones in the cult, might be pushed over the edge. He added that the people who had died would be okay. And then he paused.
As I was pondering his words, wondering why he had brought up this subject, I suddenly remembered something. I exclaimed, “I had a dream!” I had had a very remarkable dream around the time of the mass suicide. I called it a dream, but it was unlike any other dream I have ever had, before or since. One dramatic difference was that I experienced full continuity of consciousness as I returned to my body. After the “dream” faded into blackness, I was aware of my being entering my body. Gradually my physical senses returned and I regained control over my limbs. I remembered most of the dream clearly and said to myself upon waking, “That was a most extraordinary experience!”
Amazingly though, I turned my attention to pressing matters of the day and pushed the memory of that event to the back of my mind where it might have been lost but for Sun Bear. Those pressing matters were part of a psychically stressful period I was going though. One day, not long before, I had pulled my car to the side of the road where I sat, still gripping the steering wheel as if I was trying to hold onto my mind, which I felt I was losing.
In the dream, I was lucid, fully aware of myself being in a tunnel. I don’t remember how I got there, but as I got my bearings I moved toward a light. I stood there in front of the light but don’t remember going into it. Sun Bear became very excited as I recounted my memory of the tunnel. He said, “Finally! We thought we would never pull this out of you!” He then started asking me questions: “How did you know it was a tunnel?” I explained that it felt like a tunnel; I couldn’t actually see walls. “That’s right! And what color was the light?” I said that it was yellow. “That means you were getting closer. When you get close the light is white and as bright as 10,000 suns.”
So, thanks to Sun Bear, I now understood how important this experience was: I had had a near-death experience (NDE) and had been in the same tunnel frequently mentioned in NDE testimonies. And to think, I might have let this extraordinary event be forgotten. I wondered how many other such events in my life might also have been misunderstood and forgotten.
As the comet receded from the Sun, my psyche stabilized but life didn’t return to normal. My perspective had changed. Like other near death experiencers that I had known of, I now knew beyond any doubt that death was not to be feared. I began collecting additional NDE testimonies, some far more extensive and detailed than my own. There are many books I could recommend, but a great starting point is to listen to the compelling testimonies on Anthony Chene’s YouTube channel.
From others’ testimonies, I guessed that I must have gone into the light in my NDE but could not recall what had happened. Why would I stop right before the light? I eventually got further clarification from a spirit guide named John, who was introduced to me by Sun Bear as my “master teacher”. John said that I had effectively died, gone into the light and met a “spirit of divinity” who had asked me, “Will you leave or will you stay?” According to John, I chose to stay. The spirit responded, “That is good. Now, there are no guarantees.” I came to understand that from that point on, I would have to take full responsibility for my choices, my acts and my life. It was time to assert my sovereignty.
I asked John what our connection was. I surprised myself because I had no intention of asking such a question until the words formed. John responded by saying, “The answer is perhaps more complex than you might think.” He said that he and I were connected by threads of awareness. He went on to explain that souls are actually collections of particles of consciousness.
Upon death, young souls tend to split into fragments, whereupon the fragments go their separate ways, having acquired a desired experience in the company of other fragments for the duration of a lifetime. Each fragment is itself a collection of particles of consciousness, but doesn’t possess enough density to incarnate. So, if more life experience is sought, it joins with other fragments which all seek a particular kind of experience. After many such lifetimes, much less splitting occurs upon death because lasting internal bonds tend to form. Such older souls tend to be altruistic because they often recognize in people they meet fragments they once dwelt with. This accounts for recognition of soulmates, soul siblings, and so on. It also accounts for the phenomenon that many different people might recall the same past life.
If you are still reading this article, probably you are an old soul yourself. Old souls tend to become aware of their connections both within and beyond the construct. They realize that they are not alone and have never been alone; it only seems so to the self-absorbed egoic persona, which is itself a construct. They tend to become aware of their own multidimensional nature and the multidimensional nature of time. Their growth as a soul tends to accelerate greatly as they make conscious use of the web of being to which they belong. Whatever they accomplish, benefits all other beings they are connected to: past, present and future; inside or outside the construct. Likewise, the accomplishments of other aspects of their greater being benefit them.
The conventional understanding of the incarnational cycle is that a soul experiences a sequence of lifetimes, one after the other. But this view is simplistic both because of the mix-and-match soul development process described above, and because of the multidimensional nature of time and of the soul itself. Actual reality allows for an extraordinary variety of interactions and experiences and provides tremendous opportunities for learning and growth. We are forged in the fire of intense and varied life experience into sovereign beings, amalgamations of consciousness cohesive enough to persist intact beyond the construct, that can stand alone before 10,000 suns without disintegrating, not to mention easily withstand the psychic stress of a passing comet. What is the agglutinating force that is strong enough to hold us together in any circumstance? It is the most powerful force in existence: love.
We are part of a hierarchy of consciousness. At the bottom level are elementary particles of consciousness (which are all actually the same particle — called by some the Prime Radiant — that exists everywhere and everywhen at once). These particles can bind into fragments which then bind together for a lifetime of experience as an individual. When sovereignty is achieved by a harmonious collection of fragments, that individual may then join collectives of consciousness in the non-physical realms. The solidarity they experience in such collectives mirrors the solidarity of their own being.
One such collective of consciousness has been called The Great White Brotherhood, historically. Some call them ascended masters. Despite the labels given them, they are not solely masculine in their orientation, nor associated with any particular race. Sun Bear belongs to this vast collective as does John. This collective provides spiritual guidance to individuals incarnated upon Earth from a vantage outside time as we know it. They experience intensity. They perceive mosaics forming.
Time can flow sideways, so to speak. Remember that time when you did something you regret and wish you could go back and do differently? You can give that variant of yourself the benefit of your hindsight through the threads of awareness that connect you. That variant can then choose a new destiny, an alternate personal timeline. You can also solicit support from future variants of yourself, so as to benefit from their experience. All this with the support of aspects of your being residing outside the construct. In this fashion, as the choice for love prevails across all actuated timelines, new timelines actuate which tend to converge toward oneness.
The collective timeline we are on now is the focus of attention of many great souls from many realms making the choice for love to actuate a collective timeline where goodness prevails. We all can see where the current timeline is headed: toward technocratic tyranny. It has already happened. Tyranny has already prevailed and spread beyond Earth out into our galaxy. We have incarnated here now to choose otherwise, to opt out of Clown World:
There are many here among us Who feel that life is but a joke But you and I, we've been through that And this is not our fate -- All Along the Watchtower
Some of us are on the front lines, asserting our sovereignty against tyrannical forces. Others, firmly anchored in their beings, provide sanctuaries of sanity amidst the madness, broadcasting truth to all who have ears to listen. Others shine their light like beacons guiding lost souls toward the gateway of a timeline where goodness prevails: a genuine “heaven's gate.” Still others give love and gratitude to Gaia, the immense being traversing the timelines with us as she nurtures us, our own “mother ship.” Revel in her beauty, tend her gardens, heal her wounds. Whatever your doings, remain rooted in your being, which is eternally valid.
Nothing real can be threatened. Nothing unreal exists. Herein lies the peace of God. — A Course in Miracles
"The collective timeline we are on now is the focus of attention of many great souls from many realms making the choice for love to actuate a collective timeline where goodness prevails. We all can see where the current timeline is headed: toward technocratic tyranny. It has already happened. Tyranny has already prevailed and spread beyond Earth out into our galaxy. We have incarnated here now to choose otherwise, to opt out of Clown World."
I fully resonate with that. In a way, we are rewriting our reality, and truly everyone who gives voice to this future is one of the authors. Thank you. Really enjoyed that.
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Very interesting, thank you. I will read your post again, slowly, so I can digest it bit by bit.
Before that, I will leave here my own experience, it may be useful to someone...
I was in a coma. At first, I felt like I was pinned on the wall and electrocuted, then I saw my family from above and later I told them exactly how and where they were in the room and they confirmed.
I went back to the hospital after, and everything was as I saw it when I was "floating" around.
I've never been in that building before. I even went downstairs to an entry that was not used, the big glass doors were there, still chained, unused furniture and all sorts of devices covered in white sheets were in the square hallway exactly as I saw them while being in that weird state. The park at the rear of the building, the benches, the trees were there, I walked the pathways looking up.
And then the ring. A woman who was doing the cleaning in that area asked the doctor if she can stay after her shift to pray at my bed, because I reminded her of her son who died of leukaemia. He was reluctant, but she insisted and he finally agreed, on condition that nobody sees her.
The doctor was (he's dead now) a neighbour and friend of my family, and he told me the whole story afterwards, when I visited him and I told him about my experience.
The night he was on duty, he checked on me and opened the door and saw the woman mumbling something at my feet, while spinning a gold ring on her finger. That's all.
When I pulled all the wires the EKG thing started beeping and the nurse found me collapsed on the floor, trying to climb back to the bed, because I had to find the ring. This is what I told her, before I fainted again.
I will mention at this point that to me all religions are fake, scams meant to keep people stupid and fearful. Although the environment and everything in it does seem manufactured, the story behind it is definitely something else, and I am OK with not knowing it. There must be a reason why I don't taste UV light and I don't hear gravitation too.
Back to the story, the doctor was absolutely gobsmacked when I told him the whole story, and we became good friends, he would always have nice coffee, a cigar and some good old malt whiskey for me in his office ツ
Thirty years later I experienced ayahuasca, because many are saying it takes one out of one's physical body, but it's not the same. Still amazing and unforgettable, but nothing the same. Visually stunning, the interaction with the entities was ... memorable to say the least, and I somehow made a friend who listened to me and gave me some answers. And I saw lots of me, meeting other entities around something like a big box, like me repeating myself and being one at the same time, but still repeating myself ... that was eerie. And time was like clay, physical like an object I could shape and use at will.
At the end, the friendly entity told me "Remember; all your trips were one". And when I landed back in this realm, very softly, I was still repeating myself, I could not stop it, and I was laughing at myself.
Very vivid experience, and kind of weird, it echoed quite a while within me.
But nothing beats being immaterial, floating above and moving without moving, because I was everywhere at once, even if I did not meet anyone and it wasn't as richly coloured as the N,N-DMT induced one.
One interesting thing; when in that state - dead - one does not have feelings. None. And no sensory perception. I saw myself down there, in the hospital bed, but I didn't care, actually that body was kind of repelling me. I call them "suits", these bodies.
Sounds are distorted, but if one wants to make them clearer, one has to concentrate on a specific source. It won't be crystal clear, but understandable, because of the memory. One remembers what that noise means. The view is interesting, no colours, no deep dark either. I saw a blue oxygen cylinder, I remember "looking" at it twice, because it was coloured. And the view is 360°, perhaps even like a ball - I didn't have time to fully adjust to my new options - and I could focus on something just by wanting to see it in detail, from a certain angle. No cold or warm, no happiness or sorrow, no smell, no colours (except blue) no touch, no taste, some sort of sight and very distorted, mixed sounds.
Another interesting thing, while in the park, I remembered that the trees' crowns are green, and they became green, and I thought I should go back inside and try to get the rest coloured as well, but it was a trap, because I was pulled back. And it was painful, when I was being reconnected with the physical body all the senses hit me at once, it was overwhelming. Perhaps this is why new born children are crying, their soul is in actual pain.
I got carried away and I wrote a whole page, so I'll better stop here ツ
That's it. If anyone wants to call it a dream and find scientific explanations for it, they are welcome.
It won't change anything for me.