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Like police officers who go undercover in drug gangs and such and become so involved in their alternate lives that they seem to forget their real life. Like Charles Falco and others who went so deep undercover they had a difficult time getting out.

Wow. And we circle back to fundamental ancient teachings we've known for ages. Great post! I did read somewhere that we fear death less as we age, however. And my mother is constantly telling me "fear of death is a young person's game, quit worrying, there's something ELSE going on here, it's so obvious...", she definitely has no doubt. But maybe it's the 'mid lifers' who fear it the most. As a 32 year old hypochondriac, the potential for aging out of that fear is comforting.

"We're a bit like players in a game who start off not taking it too seriously but become more committed to it as it wears on, until eventually it's all that matters to them."

I think you're right, Michael -- we do move away from a spiritual orientation as we progress through childhood.

But later in life, as we come to realize that actions and ideas can only take us so far, the process often begins to reverse itself. While it may be a mistake to generalize, that's certainly been true for me.

Thre's an alternative explanation as to why experiences only convince us for a short while. Recently I experienced the culmination of a long sequence of events which, to me as the experiencer, were so utterly suggestive of "spirit communication" via "signs" from a particular person that at the moment of experiencing it and in the first telling of it, there was no doubt in my mind that this was truly stunning and compelling evidence that I was being sent a message.

However...by the time I'd written the tale, in greater or lesser abbreviated forms, to 3 or 4 different people my sense of wonder had evaporated completely. The facts remained, the interpretation was the same, but the sense of importance or of true eeriness that made it worth telling had gone.

The analogy that immediately occurred to me was this: A comedian or a playwright - or a novelist, no doubt - writes a funny line. First time he reads his own words back he actually makes himself laugh. The second time, its more a smug smile...but by the fourth or fifth re-read all his confidence that the words are actually objectively funny has gone. Over familiarity, the absence of surprise, has robbed them of their defining quality. They've become just words on a page. And I think that's exactly what happens with strange experiences. The more you tell it, even in the short space of a day or two, the more it is reduced to just words on a page. And it was never the words that impressed you...it was the conviction that came with being there when it happened, and that's faded like a dream.

AOD:

A suggestion regarding your doubting the existence of life after death:

How about getting a reading by a true, skilled medium?

This might provide you with a compelling facsimile of what you called "..a telephone call from my mother in Summerland."

One source of tested mediums is the Windbridge Institute:

http://www.windbridge.org/mediums/

The Windbridge Institute has invested a considerable amount of time and money testing these mediums.

(I am supposing you may well already know all of the above. I'm providing this info in case it might be useful to you.)

Another source for finding a genuine medium might be posters to this forum. Those who have had a convincing reading from a medium may be willing to recommend a good one.

(As for myself, I cannot recommend a good medium. I am soon to have my first reading from a local medium with who is, by all indications, the real deal -- but, due to various reasons, is greatly reducing the number of readings she does nowadays. I just squeaked in.)

Another way to convince yourself of life after death might be to have a past-life regression -- again, from one who has a proven track record. You might discover why you are having doubts, despite having gathered so much information that indicates otherwise. There may have been some emotionally-charged prenatal event that compels you to doubt.

As already mentioned, you may well have thought of the above suggestions. I'm just throwing out my thoughts in case they may be helpful to you.

Thought provoking article, Michael. It occurs to me, off the top of my head (as usual) that children, even very young children, differ in the strength of their fear response - certainly once they've learned the painful consequences of reckless behaviour. Also, there was an experiment, in the 1970s, I think, in which babies were invited to crawl across a thick sheet of unbreakable, clear plastic suspended across a chasm. The result, if I recall correctly, was that none would; they perceived the apparent danger just as clearly as the adults. And it transpires that even adults, in full knowledge of the facts of the experiment, don't much care for the experience. Hence there appears to be some recognition and fear of potential danger hard-wired into us.

That aside, whenever I think of earthly existence, and it's purpose, as a learning experience I am struck by the thought that it's less a programme of learning than one of processing. Moreover, it seems to me that if we are to learn anything at all of real personal value then we must first find a way to reverse much of the conditioning that has governed our interpretation of reality almost from the day we are born. In short, we are educated in what to think rather than how to think; and this does not apply solely to the influence of the orthodox education system. By the time we reach adulthood we are expected to know what's what. So we become blinkered.

Which leads me on to the awareness that I'm inclined to think of the afterlife - assuming there is one - as yet another processing mechanism that we are obliged to endure. In short, I feel as if I'm on a conveyor belt from which there appears to be no escape. This feeling is reinforced by NDE accounts of tunnels, barriers and (what amounts to) celestial traffic-police officers dictating the direction in which I must continue my journey, ie: onwards and upwards or back down to earth.

I could bang on, but I won't. It's just that I would like to know if others here feel as trapped in a potentially endless and relentless system as I often do? It's not something I think about everyday . . . . just in my 'Dostoyevsky' moments, one of which was brought on by Michael's article above.

Michael,

I have wondered why infants and very young children (and little animals too)seem to be so happy but eventually loose that innate happiness as they grow up. Perhaps it is because their spirit remembers where they came from. I have always found comfort in William Wordsworth's Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood. Here is a small but relevant portion of it.

"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing Boy,
But he beholds the light, and whence it flows
He sees it in his joy;
The Youth, who daily farther from the east
Must travel, still is Nature's priest,
And by the vision splendid
Is on his way attended;
At length the Man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of common day."

-AOD

Sleepers, I'm glad to hear I'm not the only 32-year-old hypochondriac out there. I've got an annual checkup tomorrow and I'm petrified. It is amazing how sapping the fear of illness and death can be. I plunged into this whole study of parapsychology and the paranormal over ten years ago as a way of trying to mitigate that fear. I'm really not sure that it has helped in any meaningful way. I have worked on this aspect of myself relentlessly but I don't believe I've affected it in any but the most trivial of ways. I approach each visit with a health professional as though it might be the day my number is called. This has become humiliating and stressful in numerous additional ways as the years have gone on, as it has become a burden on my spouse and on other family members who generally have to hear me ruminate and who try (completely unsuccessfully) to console and reassure me.

As for the boldness of children... I recently visited a swimming pool that included several diving boards of varying heights. One of them was quite tall - probably a twenty footer. Small children who looked to be no older than eight or nine were happily running off of that highest diving board with glee and greedily plunging into the water beneath. I dared my brother to go off of it and, with some slight hesitation, he did so. Of course, that meant that I had to go off of it. Once I slowly, and very carefully, climbed the stairs to the top, I stood there, completely frozen in fear as I realized how high up it really was. I am a 32-year-old man, standing on a high dive in front of an entire pool full of spectators, frozen in fear. Eventually people began noticing and encouraging me to jump. This only made things worse. The lifeguard eventually said that a line was forming behind me and I had better make up my mind. In that moment I really focused on the feeling of fear as it manifested in my body and I noticed that it is the same exact feeling I have as I think about visiting a dentist (which I avoid, knowing that doing so is bad for me) or when I must see a doctor (which I also try to avoid, knowing that doing so is bad for me). In that moment of witnessing that fear at work in my body, I recognized for a slight moment that it was *this embodied trepidation* and not the sense of height that was holding me back. In that moment of greater clarity, I managed to jump.

Contrast and compare that with the gleeful seven-year-old flying off the diving board with nothing but exhilaration and a lustful hunger for fun. Unbelievable.

When we're young, death seems absurd and life stretches on without end. Having crossed over to the hind end of life, the fact of my own upcoming bodily demise snaps into sharp focus. What was an enthusiastic faith in an everlasting life on earth is reduced to a certainty that this body is day by day closer to its dissolution.

Whereas faith alone in immortality was sufficient in my youth, now at 61 that faith has largely faded away. Part of the appeal for me of the afterlife hypothesis is that it makes a verifiable prediction: You will survive the death of your body. If this statement is true, we shall all be witness to the fact. The opposite point of view, that death is final, is a statement of pure unverifiable faith. For one like me, whose faith has always been a bit wobbly, I have little patience for indulging in unprovable metaphysical assumptions. We may well live in a multiverse and death may be the annihilation of self, but both propositions are rainbows which no amount of chasing will yield a farthing of evidence to confirm.

As with Amos, I've been on a tear of devouring the afterlife literature. Like postcards from home, the stories gladden my heart and remind me of the great spiritual heritage that our species springs from. Are these accounts fictional? Absolutely! Whatever the truth behind any story, the image in the mind of the receiver is at best a mere phantom of the living reality. Did Jesus die on the cross, or Washington cross the Delaware? How can we know with any certainty, except by placing faith in the accounts told by the witnesses?

Perhaps doubt in immortality serves to keep us focused in the present and the task at hand. Indeed, the notion of reincarnation as a do over for failing the test of this lifetime is to me a dreadful prospect. Who needs the threat of hell to lead a good life with the specter of reincarnation lurking in the wings?

Like Julie, I have my Dostoyevsky moments too, where it seems that existence is an eternal labyrinth that I am negotiating. Perhaps this distress is more acute here where the vibrant reality of the eternal now is obscured by the illusory fog of time. In any event, heaven wouldn't be very heavenly if any old riffraff like me could just amble on in.

In the context of eternity, the brief flickering of mortal existence is like a dream, a game, a figment of memory. Might I one day look back on the record of incarnate life as a fiction, and doubt whether such a place as Earth exists, peopled by such peculiar creatures as ourselves? I look forward to the day.

Thanks for the suggestions, James. Basically I don't trust people to be truthful and I know that some people delude themselves thinking that they can contact the dead and then want to pull other people into their delusion to validate their own beliefs. Now that's not to say that I don't think there are any legitimate mediums out there but I think they are 'few and far between'.

I did take the training necessary to be a licensed hypnotist but, like Ian Stevenson, I don't put much stock in past-life regression guided by the average hypnotist. Although I have an inclination to imagine one or more past life environments in which I may have lived, unless I would come up with a lot of facts which I could check out, past-life regression would be just a form of expensive entertainment for me.

Interesting. I honestly don't think too much about my age - or anyone else's for that matter. Neither do I think about my body in terms of frailty. I still back and school my own youg horses - something that many people much younger than me are afraid to do - and, I suppose, my fear of the possible consequence of training horses lessens as time goes by. Perhaps it's a case if familiarity breeding contempt, or an underlying sense if having less to lose.

Contrary to my expectations, this period of my life is proving to be the happiest. My marriage if 42 years is still strong, my family life is rich and I know how to use my time and energy wisely. I no longer suffer from any sense of the need to fit in and the prospect of what, if anything, comes beyond doesn't concern my overly. The only problem I have is of making any sense of it all. If I'm on some immortal tread mill the there's not much I can do about that. And any sadness I feel, and I do feel sad at times, is solely existential in nature.

If I suddenly suffered from amnesia and someone asked me how old I thought I was I would probably say I had no idea.

It seems that are so very opposite, Amos. My inclination, in general, is to assume that others are truthful. I've never understood the urge to muddy the waters and confuse issues with deliberate deceptions and untruths. But, then again, I can't be bothered to think up fabrications and tend to assume that others feel likewise.

This sounds very much like what C.S. Lewis wrote once,and stuck in my mind for a long time, how as one becomes older, they become more attached to the earthly existence.

I really empathize with you, AOD, because I typically feel the same way, even though I've had several paranormal experiences, even maybe an NDE. But I still don't quite believe them.

But small children are fearless, it is strange. I started riding a horse when I was 11 and I don't know how many times I got chucked off, slipped off, bucked off, but I was right back on. But you get an adult who's never ridden, and most are typically terrified.

I'm a bit the same 'Julie', I think that's too much to take on board. I don't think psychics are any more fraudulent than anyone else either. Its in all walks of life. People have varying degrees of psychicness as well, some are definitely better, sure.

But I think you really need to experience something to know it. And like James said, you only have to ask people, they are your best guide.

Entirely up to you though 'AOD'. But I know myself sometimes I think, no I won't go and that do, I'm not going to enjoy myself. Then finally go, and have the best time ever. So much for that thought. And hey , if its not that great, that's not so bad either.

Not sure who posted www.afterlife.com, but I really enjoyed the interview with Pam Coronado. That gelled with me, especially when she said she learnt to only relay exactly what she sees in a crime. For example, in a visual of a murder scene in which there was a lot of blood, she said she thought he was killed with a gun. The inspector knowing he wasn't, asked if she saw one, and then she realised that no, she didn't.

I posted on a crime a while ago in which I was given a picture in my head of a guy standing about 2 feet away, side on, and leaning against a car. Not the best way to view someone I might add! I could see his hair was receding at the front, but full at the back, and thought he looked around thirty. He turned out to have a cow-lip and was a twenty year old. So like her, I learnt something from that, I wasn't told his age, I guessed and I now know to not do that again.

I wasn't about to ring up the police, as Pam says many do. I think people need to be a little more discretionary. Having said that, any policeman should know to either use an experienced psychic or look at commonalities between statements.

Like Pam says, small bits of information sometimes given, are not always useful. It needs to be more detailed. So I would have to be inundated with a flurry of visuals etc, long before I'm likely to come forward and offer help. Lyn :)

@Kathleen: perhaps children are often more game because ignorance is bliss? Also, some children are naturally timid while others are naturally bold. Anyone who has worked with young animals will understand that they vary in exactly the same way.

I think there's something of the paradox of profound truth here in that some are at their most fearless at the beginning of life, some at the end . . . . . and some in the middle if advanced skills have been acquired. :)

Very thoughtful and well written comment Mr. Chilstrom. I can understand why some people do not look forward to being reincarnated. Who would want to experience the miseries of life over and over and over ad infinitum. However, if one can take a different perspective, knowing that physical existence is a brief flickering as you said and that death is just a birth into another realm, then why should there be any reluctance to do it all again? Brief as it is, life truly is a wonderful experience in spite of the pain. There are billions of nascent people who never get a chance at it.

Looking back on one's life from that higher perspective one might glory in what one had accomplished and learned in spite of the disappointments and pain. All of the battles and gore of life, the blood, sweat and tears of life might be seen as a game, a grandiose play in which we all learn and grow toward God.

From that higher perspective one might revel in having had the experience, no matter how bloody it was. - AOD

David writes: "heaven wouldn't be very heavenly if any old riffraff like me could just amble on in."

Oh I dunno. You sound to me like a decent sort of chap with whom to while away an hour or two while waiting for the old celestial wings to be laundered. :)

I'm personally leaning heavily towards the conclusion that "real life" is, as near as literally, a dream.

The idea is hardly original...from buddhist notions of the world as illusion, the holographic universe, the sci fi idea of the Matrix, to Rogert Ebert's "It's all an elaborate hoax"...but they're all such grand concepts I'm not sure any of them see it as simply and directly as a shared dream, analagous in almost every way (beyond its shared nature and seeming consistency that is) to the dreams we have at night.

Imagine we exist in that place which, from our current perspective, we think of as "the afterlife", but that for whatever reason we enter this shared dream world. Think how much is explained away by it. Just as in the dreams we have at night it seems to us a real and internally consistent world, we have no concept from within of our life without, and yet the strangeness around us suggests things are far more malleable than they first seem.

Synchronicitous events suggestive of signs from dead loved ones? Those who've woken before us whispering in our sleeping ear and their suggestions forming part of the dream. Poltergeists and strange beasts which leave no evidence behind? Our subconscious fears and anxieties breaking into the dream. Mediums? Light sleepers. Occultists summoning up entities or people claiming success with "cosmic ordering"? A mild kind of lucid dreaming, where the dreamer manages to affect the dream from within. Cases suggestive of reincarnation? Someone who has gone back to sleep, or opted for another go in the dream chamber. Near Death Experience is perhaps analagous to a sleeping patient regaining consciousness temporarily but being hushed back to sleep till he's full recovered. Hauntings and "restless spirits"? People reluctant to fully wake up or get out of bed. And on and on...

All paranormal events give an over riding impression that the world around us is somehow more malleable than it seems from day to day. And if it is - literally or by close analogy - a dream it makes a lot of sense of this impression.

Even the supposed "problem" of evil in the world is largely done away with. When we have night terrors about werewolves or vampires we do not, when we wake, blame or curse a hypothetical God for allowing such things. We dismiss it, and all the terror of the moment, as "just" a nightmare..and of no consequence because, now we're awake, we realise no harm was ever actually done.

If this material world we're sharing is just a dream, how would we view any harm, pain or injustice within it when we wake up?

Of course its an imperfect theory. The question it leaves is why we have the dreams we experience at night from which to draw this analogy! But still, it almost makes sense...

Interesting. When I was a child, I was controlled by fear and very timid and shy. As an adult, I am much more willing to take risks, even when I'm afraid.

At age 47 my body is beginning to fail me in small ways that will no doubt accelerate. I wonder if I will retain a relative lack of fear as I get older.

Great post, great comments!

AOD wrote,

||Now that's not to say that I don't think there are any legitimate mediums out there but I think they are 'few and far between'.||

Based on my experiences with my psychic friends, I think most psychics have mediumisitic ability to some extent. I don't call myself a medium per se, but I do have the ability.

I think the issue comes from setting up shop and trying to force one's ability to work in all cases. This applies to all aspects of psi, however (i.e., being a "reader").

Moreover, having significant psi ability does not mean that one is smart or wise. I remember a friend telling me about a local medium that would tell her she was destined to be with a certain guy and have his baby, all kinds of crazy stuff (crazy and wrong not to respect the sitter's autonomy, that is).

Lawrence B,

Interesting observations. Have you heard of Zhang Zhou's dream of the butterfly?

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zhuangzi_%28book%29#.22The_Butterfly_Dream.22

One of the most profound spiritual experiences of my life was also one of the most simple. I was sick and fell into a super-deep sleep. When I awoke, I was amazed to find myself a human again. I looked at my hands, had to readjust to "reality." I had been gone very, very far away.

Regarding some of the comments about eternity:

I think the view of eternity as "endless" is a mistaken extrapolation from how we perceive time here. One of the clearest things from NDEs (and even from dreams) is that time does not function in the Afterlife as it does here. There is no entropy, events do not unfold in a linear fashion, and there is no separation between past, present, and future.

In fact, it may be correct to say that entropy (i.e., actions have indelible consequences) and time are aspects of our world specifically designed to allow souls to develop and advance "rapidly." They are truly brutal conditions in which to exist that appear to be the exception, not the rule, in the wider scope of Reality.

\\David writes: "heaven wouldn't be very heavenly if any old riffraff like me could just amble on in."//
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Imagine if you were living in a place where the feelings of oneness and connectedness were overwhelming and infinite. So much so that if you did harm to someone or something else you would feel their pain?

That is how heaven is. It has to do with the physics of holographic film. Each piece contains the whole and everything interpenetrates everything, where everything is connected to everything else.

It is impossible to hurt someone else in Heaven because you would feel their pain. Everyone is healed when they come in contact with the Light. Because of those feelings of oneness and connectedness you have access to "all knowledge" because you are connected to all the information in the entire Universe. The physics of heaven is very different from the physics that we experience here.

excerpt from The Life Review, near-death.com
"Instantly becoming everyone you came in contact with in your entire life (feeling their emotions, thinking their thoughts, living their experiences, learning their motives behind their actions)."
http://www.near-death.com/experiences/research24.html

"Of course its an imperfect theory. The question it leaves is why we have the dreams we experience at night from which to draw this analogy! But still, it almost makes sense.."

Great post, Lawrence!

I loved Lawrence B "dream theory", also I think that we are so used to hear these Near-Death Experiences stories that we just got used to them. It's not that I think they are boring, but they are not as amazing as when I first read them, because I got used to them and I take them for granted, even when i'm conscious that they suggest life continues on the other side... it's just like "of course it does"...

Perhaps progression into and through a rational stage is a necessary part of healthy spiritual development. After all, every aspect of our material world is profoundly logical, and can be expressed mathematically. Some of our greatest scientists have found their spirituality through a strictly logical path. David Bohm, for example.

Skirting around this stage can be a big mistake. Without logic, we end up with religious fanaticism and credulous New Age woo's. Pat Robertson and Shirley McClaine come to mind.

Rabbitdawg,
I don't know much about Pat Robertson and Shirley McClaine other than that they hold strong beliefs and get into trouble for making comments based upon their belief systems. Whether or not they should be labeled as Religious Fanatics or credulous New-Age Wooers I don't know. I think it is too easy to discount someone's belief system by placing the people who hold such non-main-stream belief systems into derogatory categories and then hold the people with such beliefs up for ridicule by people who do not support such beliefs.

To each his own I think. It is not for me to judge. - AOD

"Based on my experiences with my psychic friends, I think most psychics have mediumisitic ability to some extent. I don't call myself a medium per se, but I do have the ability." - Matt

And talking about setting up shop, 'mediums' like the pet communicator who charges (literally) by the minute for their services frighten me. There is no other profession, bar one, wher one can do so without guaranteeing success.

"There is no other profession, bar one, where one can do so without guaranteeing success."

Oh, I dunno. I can think of other professions where people are highly paid yet cannot guarantee success. Lawyers can't guarantee an acquittal. Psychiatrists can treat their patients for years without curing them. Surgeons don't save every patient they operate on. Investment advisers can be wrong more often than they are right, and still get clients. A movie star or movie director can make millions on a movie that ends up as a box office bomb. A pro athlete can have a lousy season or two, but he gets to keep his money. A congressman can be ineffectual or an outright imbecile (like that fellow who worried that Guam might "tip over" if the population were not more evenly distributed) and still keep getting reelected for decades. David Letterman was just going through the notions from about 1990 onward, yet he kept pulling down very big bucks. And so on. It's not at all unusual for people to be compensated - even to the tune of millions of dollars - without any guarantee that they can actually do what they're paid to do.

Hey Michael thought you mind find this history of the Ouija board interesting:

http://www.vox.com/2015/6/11/8765053/ouija-board-meaning-name

While I take your point, Michael, the professions you outline do have to provide some kind of qualification for the job (if only by the democratic process) and, usually, they have a body to whom they are accountable.

Perhaps I should have said, 'without providing any proof of competence'.

As I said earlier, the search for proof of life after death has a tendency towards addiction. Hence there are rich pickings to be had for those who can feed that addiction.

BTW, I think there is, in fact, some kind of examining body with regard to mediums. Perhaps if it were a requirement that all meet the standards of that body before setting up shop then there would be less opportunity for opportunism, as it were.

Even so, I can't quite get comfortable with the charge-by-the-minute approach to mediumship. It puts me too much in mind of the moneylenders in the temple.

Bah! Sleepers is right – we ought to fear death less as we age. I do. All this worry-gutting about survival is misconceived. Survive as what? We certainly won’t have that rotten old body anymore, or that forgetful mind, or that selfish, arrogant ego. Rather, consider the possibility of not surviving at all. Just consider the blissful possibility of extinction- no more worries or fears or tiredness or aches and pains, illness, eating killed plants and animals, having to take antidepressants, using up the world’s resources and inexorably removing the habitat of all other species except domestic animals and pets.

Just imagine it- the endless, nightmare-free sleep. The only thing really worth living for is romantic love, and even that’s a pain in the ass (all good storybook romances end with marriage- it’s all downhill after that).

Trouble is – the glamour and propaganda of the astral plane will probably be used to brainwash us into keeping on keeping on. So try to be strong. Resist! If they won’t let you go extinct, ask to become a gold artefact, like W B Yeats:

“Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling”

-and he’s a much better poet than Wordsworth. Ask if you can become a deeply buried mineral. Better still, ask to revert to dark matter. Then they can never disinter you and expect you to dream their impossible dreams for them.

"Bah! Sleepers is right – we ought to fear death less as we age. I do. "

Me too! (Ditto the rest of your posting, Barbara.) :)

Barbara,
The word that comes to mind is curmudgeon but that usually is applied to cranky old men like me, not sweet elderly grandmothers. The only thing is that you won't be able to enjoy the bliss of nonexistence because---you won't exist!

Take care Barbara. Find another old fart and get married again. That should make you happy for a nanosecond. - AOD :^)

Julie,
I think you have hit on something there. If hair dressers need to be licensed according to standards then why not mediums? I am surprised that the bureaucrats haven't discovered that this would be a way for them to get another pot of money. It would probably increase the amount of money a medium would charge for the session however; government regulation tends to do that!

You seem to be focused on the charge-by-the-minute idea but this is a common way to charge for personal services. In my wife's psychiatric practice we explain to patients (clients) that the charge for service will be so much an hour or half hour but not all patients take that much time. Most patients want more than a hour and some only need about 15 minutes. To be fair to everyone we use a timestamp so that we know exactly how many minutes the doctor spent with them and then charge by the minute accordingly. Regardless of how we do it, patients still suffer 'sticker shock' when I tell them, but hey! I need to get enough money to keep the doors open. - AOD :^)

Barbara wrote,

||Just consider the blissful possibility of extinction- no more worries or fears or tiredness or aches and pains, illness, eating killed plants and animals, having to take antidepressants, using up the world’s resources and inexorably removing the habitat of all other species except domestic animals and pets.||

I could handle my own annihilation, but to think that everything we could ever accomplish will be completely nullified in the heat death of the Universe... no, I'm not up for that.

"Rather, consider the possibility of not surviving at all. Just consider the blissful possibility of extinction- no more worries or fears or tiredness or aches and pains, illness, eating killed plants and animals, having to take antidepressants, using up the world’s resources and inexorably removing the habitat of all other species except domestic animals and pets."

It is not about what we could consider; it is about where all the empirical evidence leads, and all empirical evidence leads to that probably there is a personal afterlife.

On a tangient here.. the crime I wrote about in which I mentioned the accused I viewed was at 2 feet ( type error), was actually about 15 feet away, hence the problem. I'm not sure why it was given that way, except I guess I got a sense of his height, physique, and the type of car he had ( that he was leaning up against).

Pam Coronado's interview- she mentioned a knife too by the way, not a gun, really made me think. Although I can see the help a medium is to police-particularly on a cold file. I think it is best left to those that have shown a proven ability. Bob Olsen suggested the same, as a private investigator he got many calls and they were indecisive at best. So more of a nuisance really.

Here's another thing I have been re-looking at lately- remote viewing. In the past I have done a bit with some success - by that I mean, I get flashes of colour, sometimes shape, and at one time got a flat surface I thought was concrete, which was revealed as a large area of flat ice. Not really the same however, but I can never be bothered to do it long- a prerequisite apparently.

But looking on the internet for remote viewing sites I got Ingo Swann's- a Stargate co-inventor. And it really made me think that by making assumptions of our reality using rationalisation, this has led to a complete lack of emphasis on consciousness, and in particular how it could be developed or utilised, e.g intuition, the senses, PSI, remote viewing etc .

Reading Ingo's article on remote viewing struck a cord with me. He mentions a very adept woman Hella Hamid, who had a good rate of success, but when given a target of a nuclear reactor, said it was a teapot. And when they asked if she had ever seen one, she said no. What they learnt from her was that in essence, when we come to visualise our world and form meaning from it - data first comes as as a stimulus of sorts, and over time, the brain starts to discern it by a sort of repeated conditioning or relationship. So in other words when we are doing remote viewing, rather than seeing the target we are probably seeking a stimulus. so its sort like using our senses.

Similarly he says, intuiting used to be termed as "the faculty of attaining direct knowledge or cognition without rational thought or inference".

To use our senses therefore is what we have all forgotten, as to be rational is seen as necessary to obtain knowledge.

And it made me think further, if the universe is all conscious, all data is there, the past, the present, even possible futures. if you meditate, or concentrate your mind in a pointed direction- i.e remote view or even talk to spirits. Its kind of all the same. You could even explain it in a quantum way. By my concentrating on a remote target- and I always say "bring me the target attached to this number/letter. That concentration perpetuates a pathway i.e. the electrons link the two. You are just using your senses, you think, therefore it becomes.

http://www.biomindsuperpowers.com/Pages/rvandlayers.html

http://www.biomindsuperpowers.com/Pages/Intuition.html

Scrolling down you can tag the data base to read the articles.

Sorry, long post. Cheers Lyn.

"You seem to be focused on the charge-by-the-minute idea but this is a common way to charge for personal services. In my wife's psychiatric practice we explain to patients (clients) that the charge for service will be so much an hour or half hour but not all patients take that much time. Most patients want more than a hour and some only need about 15 minutes." - AOD

I understand, Amos. But it's this kind of thing, below, that bothers me:

1 hour $65
45 minutes $55
30 minutes $40
20 minutes $30
15 minutes $20

Perhaps it's just me. But I have little faith an after life communicator who keeps such a close eye on the financial clock. :/

AOD said, “Take care Barbara. Find another old fart and get married again. That should make you happy for a nanosecond. - AOD :^)”

Heh heh, now, I’d like to ask Julie if she thinks that’s the worst chat-up line she’s ever heard…he admits he can only last a nanosecond. At least you’re honest, AOD. Would I have to wash your socks too?

Matt said, “I could handle my own annihilation, but to think that everything we could ever accomplish will be completely nullified in the heat death of the Universe... no, I'm not up for that.”

Yeah, but what if God set this heat death thing up down here because he longs for it and can’t achieve it? (Scary version.)

Juan said, “It is not about what we could consider; it is about where all the empirical evidence leads, and all empirical evidence leads to that probably there is a personal afterlife.”

I agree. Shame, isn’t it?

Yes Julie,
If that is a poster in the waiting room of the medium I think it is an 'in-your-face' way to let people how much one charges for service. It's part of doing business that one has to learn what turns people off and stop doing it. Perhaps a more subtle way of making one's fees known might be a better business decision. Apparently you have been 'turned off' by it but as some once said "time is money" and we all have to eat. - AOD

Wash my socks? Well Barbara, of course! You know us old guys never learned to push the buttons on the washer and dryer. It takes a feminine brain to do that! - AOD :^p

Yes, Barbara. I think that's probably (almost certainly) the worst chat-up line I've ever heard. Mind you, my memory's not always what it was. ;)

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