The light at the end of the tunnel

We are born into forgetfulness. That’s the truth. I’ve been reading the bible, researching on the internet and thinking about God and the Universe and where we go when we die. I used to believe the story some people (the ones who come back from death) tell about a dark, long tunnel with a brilliant light at the end.

But I’ve heard other stories where there is no tunnel. And there are people who report that the tunnel-light is a trap that recycles us into a reincarnation cycle that keeps humans stuck here in order to power-up some hungry alien species.

Geez. Even death is confusing!

That tunnel/reincarnation trap sounds like some sci-fi movie, doesn’t it? Kinda like The Matrix series of movies where humans are plugged in and sleeping in a massive alien factory. The human existence is simply one huge dream.

Throughout my life, in addition to feeling loving beings surrounding me during my most important moments, I have had experiences with beings that seem more nefarious than loving. Sometimes, their guidance seemed benevolent, but their energy made me scared and depressed or just plain hopeless.

As someone who has opened myself up to guidance from a higher source, I’ve recognized that dark energies like to hitchhike, especially with those who don’t recognize them as being dark. I’ve learned to keep those energies at bay by praying for guidance from my one true Source, by smudging with sage or even tobacco smoke, and even by connecting with nature. Here’s a good article about Smudging, http://spiritualityhealth.com/articles/ancient-art-smudging

As a writer, my imagination goes crazy thinking about the many story ideas that spring from this question I’m posing. Are we protected from dark energy in the in-between, before we make it to God?

And as a sci-fi fan, connections made through favorite shows have a tendency to make me wonder.

This clip from Star Trek: Voyager is one example. Capt. Janeway is hovering between life and death. As her crew works to revive her, she is visited by a being who resembles her father who wants her to follow him through the tunnel. Janeway is a resilient bitch! (I love that about her!)

Janeway questions everything, and she doubts that the being is her father. As she wavers between consciousness and unconsciousness, where she becomes aware of her crew trying to save her, she realizes this being is trying to trap her as he’s trapped countless others. She finally tells him to go away and she wakes up with her crew.

I get that it’s easy to get confused when you die, especially if the death comes suddenly. Let’s say your car has just been t-boned by a semi and you have no idea what’s going on. Will you be thinking about your options on the other side? Nah, probably you’ll be confused until someone who looks like your grandmother reaches out for you.

That’s why I’m thinking about that white light at the end of the tunnel.

How will I know? Will I just trust that the light has my best interests in “mind?” We humans live an existence where, if we believe in a higher being like God, we assume He will take us in His arms and carry us to our Eternal Home. I’m reminded of the “visitation” I had one night in 1986. I haven’t told many about this.

I had been depressed, considering suicide, when a friend counseled me and suggested I pray for guidance. I set up my nightstand with my bible, my rosary (I was raised Catholic), my glass of water, a candle, and I prayed. In the middle of the night, I woke as if I was in a jet engine, a loud whirring spinning around my body as if I was floating over my bed. I opened my eyes to a light so brilliant I had to close my eyes. Petrified, I did the only thing that had ever made me feel safe. I prayed. The Lord’s Prayer. Over and over again I prayed for God’s help until something passed through me, pushing away the jet engine, leaving me sweating and catching my breath, my heart pounding relentlessly. My paralysis went away. For decades I’ve kicked myself for being too scared to face the brilliant light, but the message I got from the experience was loud enough.

My God had answered my prayers, telling me He was watching over me. All I need do is ask and allow God to answer.

Just like He’s answering my questions now.

How will I know if the light at the end of the tunnel is Him? I will have to ask. From what I understand, once you’ve made your intention known, the Universe dictates that your wishes must be followed. My wish? To meet the Creator of all.

The tunnel is supposedly a black void where we can decide where to go. Yes, the sci-fi stories make me question the process, but we can’t allow fear to enter the equation. I will not allow fear to follow me into death.

I am reinforcing this vow here and now, dear readers. While I am alive, I will strive to bring Heaven to Earth by following the path the Lord sets out for me. I am His willing instrument.

When I am finally called, I will look for the God I have found within me during my life and I will embrace Him.

That’s how I’ll know God.

I’d love to hear from you, my readers. What do you think will happen when you die?

The Dragonfly’s Student

When Spirit transcends

You know what I think? I think that people think I’m a little different because I talk about Spirits and Source and Namaste and God Bless You. They may even think I’m a little off my rocker, but not too much, so it’s okay. Maybe I’m just a little “woo-woo- spiritual, because some of the people I’ve claimed to communicate with are no longer in this world.

Okay, I’m fine with that.

What I wonder, though, is what would you think if I went one step further with my claims?

See, the thing is, I’ve been searching for something my entire life. The thirst that burned in me was sometimes quenched by a walk around a tree-filled area or some other spot where I felt close to “Mother Nature.” Sometimes, I would bury myself in a book or a TV show, but, while my mind was watching I Dream of Jeanie reruns or reading A Wrinkle in Time or listening to my Government teacher preach about the Magna Carta, my spirit was not paying attention.

My spirit was talking to God. (It’s really hard to remember things your Mind and Body go through that way, let me tell ya!)

Oh, it’s no big deal. We all do it, in some way or another, even when we don’t think we do. It’s that little voice inside your head that wonders if maybe you should go back and give that loose $5 bill in your wallet to that homeless man playing the guitar on the corner.

God’s the spiritual hug that filled you with joy when you thought you would never stop weeping.

God’s that wrong turn that led you to your best friend.

God’s there when “You’ll never believe it, but the weirdest, coolest thing ever just happened” to you.

So, yes. When I was a kid, I talked to God. I never said anything to other people. It was no big deal, really. I knew that everyone could have a personal relationship with our Creator.

Then I grew up and was told that people who talk about God are kooks or crazies or evil because they are judgmental terrorists.

And so I learned to adapt. I hid my faith so deeply I stopped believing. I didn’t stop talking to God, but I stopped listening.

Then God called me back.

For a long time, I continued to keep my faith hidden. Then I learned to make it palatable – if you talk about Source or Spirit or Mother Earth, you will be accepted.

Interesting. Same idea, different name.

Same idea, different connotation. I wonder why that is? Maybe it’s the religious people we’ve heard about in the past. Maybe it’s that Fire-and-Brimstone preacher who scared the crap out of you? Or maybe it’s that really awesome, one-of-the-guys kind of priest who was “playing” with that little boy? Or maybe it’s the representations Hollywood has made depicting Christians as loony, empty-headed racists.

We’re not all like that, and we’re not all judgmental.

How about if I tell you I can’t live a day without talking to God? Not just thanking Him for the blessings He’s bestowed on me, but having conversations where He answers and I hear Him.

How about if I tell you that I worry about my friends and family. Most people don’t know how I really feel about God and His Kingdom, because I never prayed “like a hypocrite.” I wonder if I’d worn my faith on my sleeve, though …..

So today, I ask you, dear readers, for one small favor:

*Throw away all of the conspiracy theories and the preconceived notions.

*Throw away the masks you wear so that other people won’t recognize you.

*Throw away all preconceived notions and all judgment, self or otherwise.

Once you’ve thrown away what you don’t need, seek out some privacy, someplace where you will not be seen and where you can be yourself. For some people, the answer to that is the bathroom. I encourage you, instead, to take up walking and head for a park.

Find your privacy. Now talk to God. Don’t beg for signs or for favors or forgiveness, just say Hi.

Then wait. God will say hi, back.

So, as I leave you on your own Spiritual quest, I will address one question some may have. Am I still searching for God?

Nope. I’ve found Him and have dedicated my life to His Will.

God Bless and Keep You Safe, my friends.

The Dragonfly’s Student