Writing

Arcane becomes a Dragon

I was reading the above link and thinking about what I likely wrote about 10 years ago now. What is interesting about writing something and then reading it years later is that you are amazed at a lot of stuff that came through you. At least I am.

It's not that my writing is the best. It's that the stories I'm telling are true stories of past lives mostly in the future. So, my experience of it is very interesting. In other words I'm writing about true things not fictional.

But, in some ways it's like recounting the experiences of your life when you are 70 like I am now. You have a much different perspective of it all than you did then. So, when I read what I write I am overwhelmed in a certain way about the truth of what I'm writing about while at the same time often wishing I could be a better writer. But, what I'm best at is telling true stories of the ages.

If you have a true story to tell but don't tell it and die before you do, what good is that?

This is what I thought while waiting at Stanford Medical in Fall 1998 to see whether I was going to die soon or not. I felt the fear of people waiting there for open heart surgery from all the people going to be opened up that day. Luckily, I only had an angiogram which then they ran up into your heart from your femoral artery into your heart and then watched this on TV. Later, they took me into a place to do electrical heart stimulation. I begged the nurse not to give me any more drugs because I didn't like what I was experiencing. She got a strange smile on her face and said, "We can't have your body jumping off the gurney in convulsions from electrical heart stimulation as she completely knocked me out with an IV. I thought this was kind of unnecessary but then medical situations are often weird in one way or another. Like when my wife almost fainted when the doctor came out and unfortunately said to her: "We couldn't do anything for him!" When what he meant to say was he couldn't repair my heart in the way he wanted to. Luckily, my son was there to catch my wife before she hit the floor in a faint. But, what I found out that day was that I didn't have the fatal kind of heart problem at least. But, they couldn't define what was wrong with me from FAll 1998 until May 1999. Most people who had a heart virus that year died in California. I was the only one I knew of who survived in California at all from a heart virus that year.

What likely saved me was I had studied with Tibetan Lamas so I knew how not to panic when I was passing out. If you pass out from not enough oxygen generated through your heart (no matter how fast you breathe) if you panic even once you die. I knew how not to panic through disconnection meditations And so I lived and am still alive 20 years later now next month.

How do I experience disconnection meditations?

This likely started through soul Travel in my 20s when I realized I was already everywhere and every when in the universe all the time. So, if I am going to pass out anyway rather than panic I am everywhere so I'm not afraid of dying. So, if I died I would be all right because I already am everywhere and every when with God already.

This is how I experience this. Because before I started soul traveling God showed me how a soul is separate from a human body. So, I already was in a different paradigm than the majority of mankind who aren't entirely sure about this like I am. For me having an immortal soul was never theoretical anymore after I was in my early 20s because God showed me how souls are separate from bodies then. So, death doesn't hold any fear for me at all. Pain I don't like but death is only like maybe going to sleep and that's all.

"To Sleep perchance to dream" as Shakespeare said.