Originally Posted by Antipas
I had an experience. I'm not altogether comfortable talking about it because it brings up such deep emotion. The experienced forever changed my thoughts on death and God. I've seen it. I've seen what many others have seen. I've experienced what they've experienced. It's real. And in that moment the only way I can describe it is it is like a "download" of intuitive knowing. There are no words, it's like telepathy with emotion. It's so hard to explain. It was indescribable peace. A oneness that is beyond words. A realization that is almost instinctual. It is almost as though you are remembering what you knew was true all along, but had forgotten. And it is almost as though we are all going through life desperately trying to remember.
If I tell you that I've swam in the ocean and you've never seen the ocean (or can't remember it) and deny its existence, there's little I can do to prove what it is like. You have to experience it yourself.
I'd like to say again, I'm not here to change your beliefs. They won't change at this time anyway. I'm here to give you a conversation that will serve to help you deal with the reality you are going to one day face so that you can avoid the darkness. I expect you to not believe me, mock me, ridicule me, and laugh at me. It is what I would have done to anyone approaching me saying what I am sharing. But the day will come, and it is unavoidable, when you too will see what I've seen. And your first impulse will be disbelief. You'll even feel anger and like you've been betrayed. Then you'll wonder if it is real and recoil from it, reject it, and even prepare to curse it. It is like pure rage and disappointment. All of these emotions will come in a split second, but this brief second will feel like an eternity. It is almost as though time stands still as you process what is unfolding in front of you. And if you linger there too long you will begin to drift into the darkness. The Light will draw you, but it will not force you. Even the language of that sentence is so difficult. I said, "it", but it isn't an "it", it is a, "he", but it isn't a, "he". It is beyond any description our language can capture. But the Light will draw you. Entire portions of your life will be relieved in a split second, entire decades. Your life literally flashes before your eyes. Sometimes in motion picture, sometimes in just a frozen picture, sometimes rewinding and fast forwarding. You feel the emotions of everyone around you as though their emotions are flowing on a web of some sort that is linking us all. You'll see a you that you've never seen or experienced. You'll see how you were perceived through the eyes of others. Different views of you. Some will bring surprise. Some will bring shame.
I don't want to get into it. Also, because it is so dear to me and so many emotions are connected to what happened, I don't want to see it torn apart under uninformed criticism. Not just because it hurts me. But because I know it will one day hurt the critic. If only I could just "beam" my experience into your head, perhaps you'd understand. But I can't. All I can do is equip you. It will not be like anything you're prepared to experience. In fact, your religious determination and preparation will hinder you more than you realize right now. Just be prepared to embrace the Light. He will not hurt you. He loves you. In fact, you are a part of him. You came out from him and will return to him. You, in a very real way, are him and he is you. As am I, and as is every human being who has ever lived. It is indescribable.
I have no authority. And as I have said, I am not here to convince you. I'm only here to have the conversation. What you glean from what I'm telling you will one day be more important than all the books peddled by modern religion. Do not allow the myths of this world to cause you to fear or hate. Do not become so dogmatic that you'll look GOD in the face and curse the Light.
I don't discount the resurrection. Nor do I judge any who believed in it.
Evidence means nothing when you have an experience.
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