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Alternative Dimensions and Universes

November 18, 2007

Tonight I was watching a program on alternative dimensions or realities on the Science network.  Much of the program was based on the string theory which used 10 dimensions to make universal things work. However, the theory failed until they added the 11th dimension which made things work but only in conjunction with the “M” theory.  The “M” theory states that all universes are in a membrane and even then it would not work until alternative universes were added to the equation.  This really got me to thinking.  

Now, I am not a physicist, far from it. I can’t do complicated math at all, but I can think and reason things out.  Ok, we are energy beings and once energy is created it can never be destroyed according to physics.  This being the case then when we die, we have to go somewhere.  I have heard people say there can not be a heaven, or a hell, or any other place like them as we have been into deep space and there is no sign of it.  That may be but are we so arrogant as the dominate species to believe that all realms have to be identical to ours and all beings have to be just like us?   Now what if there are energy forms in a parallel dimension that we are aware of.  They come through to us but we cannot enter their dimension in our current human state as flesh and blood. So only as an energy form would we be able to enter?  If the soul, being the life energy of the body, can inhabit the body until the body ceases to be able to contain it, next it is released in a pure energy form then it stands to reason that it would be able to go to places where a human body could not get into.  It is like trying to physically squeeze an orange through a straw.  It will not work until you get rid of the body and then the juice will go through the straw with no problems.   

Do I believe there is a soul?  Of course I do.  How could I not?  We are taught as little children that the human body is a machine.   Every machine has to have an energy source to make it run.  The human body breaks down, can be mended or repaired and put back into the world but when it has reached critical mass, it melts down and ceases to be.  Now, if there was no such thing as a soul, or an energy source, then what could keep the body running forever?  We can keep old machines going as long as we have the parts so why not a human body?  We sure have enough parts to keep them going but once they die no matter what you do they are dead, gone and can’t be restarted…ever.  Why is this?  The energy source of the body is no longer there and it has nothing more to run on.   

People scoff at aliens, the soul, ghosts and so forth but I have to wonder.  Could ghosts actually be inter-dimensional beings?  Perhaps we run across the barriers once in a while and there is a clash or meeting between the two realms? It would make sense if everything is in accordance to the “M” theory that there would be meetings like these of parallel universes or dimensions.  The life forms in these dimensions may be just as shocked and terrified of  other energy encounters as we are.     


There may be another one of you, somewhere in another universe, dimension, time or space.  That is not to say that the person is the same as you.  There may be different laws there, different morals and judgment values.  The “you” may look like you but not act or be governed by the same rules that you are here.  Knowing that the universes actually do exist is amazing in itself but the things that happen in them can be unlimited.  It sure can explain a lot of the things that we deem paranormal Then I have to wonder how to cross the barriers of these dimensions? I believe it can happen and may have happened a few times like with JR. Tolkin who claims the Lord of the Rings was written off something he had seen.  He claims to have stepped into an alternative reality and witnessed these things.  Many other people have claimed to cross into these other realities but it is not something which happens frequently.  Could it be some type of energy flux that allows this to happen? A vortex maybe or a smashing of the membranes that allows a temporary access to these realms?    

This is something which I am sure some of the greatest minds will be churning over for a long time.  I have a bachelors degree in science but hey, like I said a physicist I am not.  I am just someone here who has a trillion things going through their head.  Trying to imagine what these universes may be like, what rules they have, what life forms govern them and if it is possible that at times we collide with them.       

Near Death Experiences

June 24, 2007

One day in June, I met a remarkable young man who talked to me about the near death experiences I had.  He said to me, write about them.  The funny thing is, I had never thought about it before so David, Thank you and I am writing about these because you asked.  

The day was Feb. 08, 1974.  I had been in labor for my daughter for 16 hours.  The labor was difficult and the doctor approached me and told me it may come down to a choice between the child or myself.  I signed papers that if the choice had to be made it would be the child who lived.  This decision cost me dearly in my marriage as my husband did not understand it. He called me totally selfish and asked me about the other two kids as to who would care for them if I died?   I told him I had already lived but the child had not and she deserved to.  He was very, very angry over this.   

The labor dragged on and on and finally they came in and broke my water.  I was rushed into delivery and within minutes my heart had stopped.  I remember seeing a beautiful being of light enter the room.  She told me I had to return as it was not my time yet.  I was sucked back into my body as they restarted my breathing.  My daughter began crying the moment I opened my eyes.  Crystal was a large baby, weighing 9 ¾ pounds.  I was released to go home on Feb. 11th.   

The day I had returned home, my entire house was trashed.  My ex husband had taken the time while I was in the hospital to have a party with all of his friends. Beer bottles littered the entire house. I was very angry as he knew I hated drinking but he did it anyway.  I spent that day cleaning up the house and taking care of the kids, I had two sons at home as well.  Then numerous family members began to visit throughout the day to see the new baby. The hours stretched on.  Finally after they had all left, exhausted and aching I fell into bed.   

The baby cried most of the night. No one was there to help me, I had to get up and take care of her.  I finally fell asleep around 4 in the morning.  When she started to cry again at 6am, I went to get out of bed to realize that the bed was soaked.  I stood up then lots of blood hit the floor.  I ran to the bathroom and filled the toilet full of blood.  I called the hospital for assistance. They told me that this was normal and to put my feet up. I did what they told me but the bleeding continued.   

I stood up again and the blood poured everywhere.  I called the hospital back and told them I was making a heck of a mess. So they finally told me to come in.  As strange as this sounds, I was 22 years old and had no idea what hemorrhaging was.   

We lived just outside of Peck Michigan.  McKenzie Memorial Hospital was 30 miles away in Sandusky.  Though we were in the middle of a Michigan ice storm and the roads were treacherous.  We had to get the kids ready, head over to my sister’s place 15 miles away to drop them off with her.  Then we headed towards the hospital.  I had been pouring blood for over two hours.   

Once the kids were safely with my sister, we began the slow drive to the hospital.  As we traveled over the ice slicked roads, I knew I was not going to make it.  A peace settled over me and I felt myself slipping away.  Then there was a voice which told me to stay awake.  It said hold your legs together tightly and stay awake and you will live.  I did not want to stay awake, I wanted to sleep.  I started to drift off again and the voice got sterner and told me to stay awake.   I argued with it and was so annoyed that I could not sleep. When I finally stopped fighting with it and looked up, I discovered that we had pulled into the hospital parking lot and was skidding to a halt at the emergency room doors.   My ex husband ran and got the Nurses.   

I don’t remember getting out of the car or how I got into the hospital.  I remember being lifted up and my clothes being stripped off me.  I remember a doctor coming in to check on the bleeding. When he tried, he was soaked in my blood.  The next thing I knew, I was watching them from out of myself. I looked really bad, white as a sheet. The hospital staff kept screaming that they were losing me and that my pressure was dropping. I thought this was odd since I felt great.   

I heard someone call me and turned around to see a beautiful light.  I went towards the light as if at super sonic speed.  When I got very close to the light, a being stopped me.  It told me I could not go into it.  I begged them to let me go and they said, “ No, it is not your time.”  I walked close to the light and the being grabbed me around the waist.  I put both of my hands into the light and it blew my mind.   

There are no words to describe it.  Saying it is beautiful just seems so bland.  There is nothing on earth as beautiful,  nothing that could ever describe this light. We do not have enough descriptive words in our language to even begin to give an appropriate description of it.  The light is alive, it is pure wonder, awe and something so incredible that I have never been able to get out of my mind.  It is brighter than the sun but it never hurt my eyes to look directly into it.   

The light is love, the purest form of love I have ever felt.  It was peace of a kind I have never known.  I felt it go through me, envelope me and devour me totally in a million ways.   

The being gently said to me, “Return to your family” and I awoke with an IV being inserted into my veins.  I felt life begin to run back through me.  A few minutes later though I felt it start to drain back out.  I had managed to get a nurse’s attention to tell her that the IV had broken through.  She was astonished that I was alert enough to know it had even happened.  Things began to blur then.  I was moved into a room to get stabilized for surgery.  The next thing I knew, I was in another room, the recovery room.  The being that I had seen earlier was standing there smiling and then ascended through the ceiling.  

 My sister Margaret came in to see me at the hospital.  She was an aide at McKenzie Memorial Hospital in Sandusky Michigan where all of this happened.  She told me I had been in bad shape when they brought me in and they did not know if I would make it.  I know that I was taken in on Feb. 12th.  But I have no idea of when I finally woke up after surgery.  I asked the doctor if I could go home and he said, “No! You get too rambunctious when you go home.”  The nurses came in to tell me that they knew they had lost me for a few minutes.  They said I had bled almost empty and it was a miracle I had made it.  They said that if I had been just 15 minutes later, I would never have survived.  My ex husband came to the hospital to visit and told me it looked as if someone had been murdered in the house from all the blood I had lost.   

At this time I didn’t care about what the house looked like. I didn’t care about anything but the fact that I had a beautiful little girl at home and I wanted desperately to go there to hold her.  I did not know then how much this encounter with the light had changed me.  When I got out of the hospital about a week later, I was delighted to get home and see all my children.  I slowly began to get back my strength but I could not get the light out of my mind.   

As time went by I began to realize that nothing was the same.  The most beautiful things held no true beauty for me.  I was just living, going through the motions.  I no longer had seen things the way other people did.   

Then on Feb. 28, 1978, I had gone to Detroit and was on the way back to Port Huron where I lived.  The man I was with at the time was driving.  I was very upset, he got mad and ran through a set of double red lights.  The car was hit broadside on the passenger side where I sat and spun into the other lane.  The car was hit again in this lane.  I remember hitting the dashboard, then the windshield, then the dashboard again. Then I remember nothing but darkness.  When I opened my eyes again I was standing before the light.  I opened my arms to it and let it course through me.  I wanted to go home, I wanted to just step into it and forget everything in life.   I heard a noise and I turned to see what it was.  There were hundreds of kids in dirty white robes walking towards a hole and disappearing into it.  I started to walk towards the place where they fell and a being of light stood there.  It said to me, “look but do not lean over far.”  The being held me fast so I could not fall and I peered into the hole.  I screamed and turned away.  Frightened and confused I said, “Why?  What could they have done that was so horrific to have to endure this?”  The being said to me, “These are the suicides.”  

What I had seen there, I will not relate to the reader.  I walked with the being and was very shaken.  We walked to a bridge where the water was like silver light and the being informed me that not all of them go to this place.  I was horrified.  I turned and looked towards the beautiful light again.  I wanted nothing more than to go into it, to stay there and never leave.  I begged the being to let me stay.  It told me that I had not done on earth what I needed to do and had to return.  I felt like I had just been given a death sentence.  My heart shattered into a thousand pieces and I begged not to have to go back.  I stared at the light and I knew a thousand things all at once.  I made the being promise that the next time I could stay, no coming back.  It agreed.  I walked back towards the light and placed my hand to it.  This time they did not hold me back from it. I whispered, “I love you” and a voice said to me, “that is the meaning of life, how much you have loved and how many have loved you.” I cried and put both hands back into the light and said, “Soon, soon I will come back home.”   The being told me it was time to leave. I walked back with it to the bridge and talked with it about many things of earth. 

I felt heartbroken, dismayed and abandoned.  I turned to say something more to the being and found myself in hell, laying outside the car on the ground.  People stood over top of me demanding to know if I was okay.  I felt like I had been hit by a sledge hammer.  The guy I was with was yelling at me to get up, get moving, come on before I go to jail.  The next thing I knew, I was in the car and he peeled out of there.  I asked him how long I had been out.  He said that I had stopped breathing for about ten minutes and this guy who was over top of me got me to breath again.  I knew I was hurt, but I didn’t know how badly.  I asked him to take me to a hospital. He told me I was fine and drove home instead.  I wasn’t fine, nor would I ever be again.  This accident left me with nerve damage and a chronic pain patient, but this is a whole other story.   

After this last time of seeing the light, things were totally different with me.  It is hard to explain but I will try.  I began to realize that the world is just like a stage and we are all players on it.  Money is the means to an end, but not the end itself.  We all need it to live but it is not the ultimate thing of life.  I came back with an unshakeable faith in God. I never had to wonder if he existed, I know he does.  I do not care about titles, or about being able to fit in with the crowd.  I do not care about having the best of things, having money in the bank or being rich.  I care about life.  I care about stopping people from hurting themselves if I can.  I care about suffering, seeing a child hurt is pure torture.  I care about people, the earth and the things which have been provided for us here.  I know that we own nothing.  It is given to us to use while we are here and then passes to someone else when we are done with it.   

Beauty is now what we see with our eyes but what we have in our souls.  Beauty is the laughter of a child, the kindness showed by one person to another and the truest beauty is love.  Love of oneself, love of each other and the warmth we as humans can show to one another.  One kind word, one smile can change the world of a person who is in pain.  I do not care about the past, it is over. All I care about is this moment and how I use it.  I care about what words I say to another person for I am responsible for my own actions.  I am responsible whether or not I have injured this person with my words and tried to inflict my will on them.  I care about peace, what God thinks of me and what I do.   

 I know a billion things, some of which I could never explain no matter how hard I try.  I yearn for the light, to go back home.  I do not fear death, just the pains of death because I have no doubt of what is on the other side.  I close my eyes and I see the light and I ache inside for it. I know every day I live leads me one step closer to going home.  Death is not an end, far from it, death is actually a beautiful beginning.     

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