E2B said: The whole neuron/brain/NDE thing in my opinion, is really missing the whole point of what these people are experiencing. It's not just a tunnel or light. The life review for example. How some of these people are not only experiencing every nano second of their own life, but every minor detail from the position of every other person and thing that they've ever encountered and the incredible realness of it to the most minor detail even from the perspective of every blade of grass to every follicle of hair to every emotion that any and every other person has ever experienced, is unexplained by the brain. It blows your mind when you really understand what these people have experienced and once again how real it is.
I agree E2B, but it's a little silly to expect folks to step outside their own awareness level to embrace such notions. For me it's been far easier to allow folks to understand these nuances in the clair abilities than nde awareness, because they can more be witness to, and at times party to, and evaluate the details and accuracy in their own minds. Yes the doctors and nurses that were there and saw/heard my unexplainable nde responses 'know' them self that 'something happened' even if they couldn't explain what, but to then expect others to believe that not only am I sincere, but that they were also sincere, it just gets too far removed for it to 'touch' people who are not open to the possibilities, or asking the right questions.
My above linking clair/empath awareness to nde sort of awareness might be served by an example of this where the impact of the information is personal - able to be personally evaluated and absorbed, widening awareness of someone other than the primary experiencer and the secondary experiencer.
This one was wonderful for me in that it highlighted to me that my perspective of interpreting things as a secondary experiencer was still limited, and open to misunderstanding of what a thing 'means'. If I read a paper or something I still interpret the 'content' within my own awareness, capacity & willingness around the topic or content.
There was a Mum of a young man who had been killed, who had questions about his death and said she was stuck on something and didn't know what it was, but it was hurting her - it helps to be asking the 'right' questions, and it's important to be asking them in an energy of discernment, rather than more intense judgement which only blocks the free flow of energy. That just 'is', it's just easier to make connections in love than in fear.
Often I've found that the 'loved one' will just pop up and instantly just answer musings, even unsaid musings, and I can quickly say xyz says 'this', or is 'showing me this' and the receiver will get it even if I have no idea of the content or the context or the characters or their relationship or anything, I truly just become like that radio through which each speak-hear, and feel as if it's got nothing at all to do with me and it doesn't even touch the sides of me, let alone permeate. Other times, especially if I've made a relational connection with either a 'sitter -receiver' or an 'entity - sender' then sometimes I do still feel my own perspective in there as part of the communication process, I'm 'involved'.
Anyway, we did have a connection and I cared deeply about her love and her loss and her confusion. Even so I knew no details about the circumstances of his death, none at all, only that she had a son and that he had died in his late 20s.
She was musing her questions about what did he feel.... and - I have to be honest I don't know how this stuff happens - I don't know whether the answers were buried somewhere in her own awareness and I linked in to that, or if indeed it was her son's awareness - because it was from his perspective that the 'situation' or as a third possibility, if the 'memories' the expressions of energy are somehow written into collective awareness - like coding in a computer outlives its creator, and can be 'read' by other computers etc
But - the content was accurate beyond even my own translating/interpreting capacity, which was what made it so wonderful for me -not that I had been 'right' about stuff, but that 'I' had been 'wrong' about 'stuff'. The information itself is always pure, it's only our interpretations that skew it. I 'felt' his connection establish through their shared love and our shared love connection which they both let me into,
(so RT this must somehow link into those particular neural pathways to get access ?)
and asked him to show me / tell me, share about the time of his death. His response was very open, light, loose, not intense or guarded etc kind of a shrug of the shoulders & 'sure, no worries,
here it is.... it was kind of cool....' Some will just 'tell you', he opened right up and kind of replayed it with me as a secondary experiencer of his experience as he knew it.
(RT - I wonder what happens to my brain when I access these experiences?)
I was 'seeing' through his eyes and 'feeling' through his senses, 'experiencing' riding a motorbike through a lovely, not too wide, windy, country-ish road with a hill very close to the road on the left - like right next to it on the verge, and also small grassy hills a little further away to the right, more space to see the height of them, and the sun was shining on them, whereas the one on the left were 'right there' and we were in their shadow. My take, I like riding on roads like that, so 'nice ride', I could well understand his ease and enjoyment that I was feeling.
I had access to, and scanned through, the stimuli of the not too cold wind, the scents on the road and in the hills and of his clothes - leather is rather acute to the senses, so too is denim, so too again is 'maleness' (it is 'different') and that peace / thrill when you're in the moment doing something that you love & are totally enjoying - they're all 'discernible', tangibly discernible independently and in combination energies and elements. I also realised he was a very competent rider, steady, sure, graceful oneness with him, the bike and the road and the elements, his whole energy was confident, graceful, enjoying, present -- very pleasant experience to share. I would have rode pillion with this guy - a good rider. Nothing wrong with the way he was riding, or the road he was riding on, the bike, his emotions or thoughts, or the elements he was riding in. It was just balanced and quite lovely.
Anyway he / we, came around a bend, a car was there on the same side of the road. They collided and the bike slid under the car, but we didn't feel it - on impact he parted ways with the bike (I'm not sure if his body did, but his awareness did) He/we were instantly rising above the road at an angle to the right along the contours of a hill across the road, in the sunshine, as if he was flying up and beyond the hill. It was only a small hill, but immediately we had that acute both telescopic and microscopic awareness, he was thrilling and amazed that he could see all around the hill that he'd been riding around, and at the same time all the little animals, and plants and insects and blades of grass and paths that had been cut through the grass on the hill he was flying up over from people and animals walking through it.
All were acutely alive in our awareness and he was thrilling to it all, amazed by the beauty and harmony of it all. I love when I sense in another that sense of pure beautiful awareness, but on another level its a little bit now - ho-hum, yeah yeah, what else are you noticing/experiencing
because I can't really explain that to anyone else.
- he saw and it can 'split' in him/me attention - as he got higher and his view widened he saw a dead bird on the road further around the bend and was laughing at how funny that was - here was this 'dead bird' splattered on the road, and here he was flying (even though his own body was likely 'splattered' and dead as well)!! These 'insights' are indeed funny when what we believe about things in 'solidity' are no longer accurate they lose their fear-intensity-attachment.
But I had split my attention - it was funny but I may not be able to make that make sense to anyone else either, so I'd split my attention to the facts - that the car for me, was on the 'wrong side of the road' and I expressed that to his Mum while he was just rising in kind of perspective - distance to his - whatever was left of his body he couldn't even see under the car and like me he had no attachment to it anyway etc he was more focussed on the bird-him flying awareness-funniness, freeness, and the beauty of it that I well understand, but struggle knowing that I cannot describe it well enough, especially to those struggling in pain and fear and grief - all which is just as understandable and acceptable, it just is, different.
Me however, I thought Agatha Christie had nothing on me! I thought I had solved the mystery and found the 'irk' that his mother was experiencing - the car driver was on the wrong side of the road.
But at the same time as his twinkly funny energy and my 'detective/interpreter' energy came his Mum's energy almost of a sigh, almost a sigh of resignation, of disappointment but acceptance at the same time, so now I'm 'split' in three awarenesses - his, hers, mine, simultaneously. But the one that was kind of 'off' kilter, not ringing right, was the her-me connection, the him-me I could totally understand, no inconsistencies at all, he was just having a ball and laughing at realising all that he'd thought about life & death that had been wrong, as I had in my light experience, in that 'just is' energy of aha moment realising.
So I repeated that the car was on the 'wrong' side of the road - even though she and I were on different sides of the world at the time, both there and here we drive on the left side of the road. She kind of braced herself and I had no idea what it was she was struggling with with that, surely finding someone at 'fault' would be a relief to a confused and grieving Mum? It was 'at odds' energetically, until she reached that level of full acceptance, full surrendering to the truth of a thing, of multiple things at once probably and 'let go'.
Only when she hit the kind of bottom of resistance, the fullness of acceptance, could she share with me that he'd been in a European country, where they drive on the right hand side of the road - and, accept simultaneously that his death even though his own 'fault', even though all the reports of what happened are gory and tragic and traumatic, unbearable etc, that's not how he experienced it, that is only in the imaginings of fear and dogma and loss.
So I was 'wrong', and he was 'wrong' and she was 'wrong' and in the light of love in the light of what is really real... it does and doesn't matter that any of us were 'wrong', once 'corrected' once realised as it really is, no truth is even painful, it just 'is'.
With that out of the way I could return to his perspective and share genuinely, lovingly, honestly, authentically to her that he came to no harm and give her examples of what it was he was seeing, thinking, feeling, experiencing. It was truly a beautiful ride, turning into another beautiful ride. Then at the end of his sharing his experience, his awareness turned to her experience and his love for her, his empathy and compassion for her journey in grief. These are the bits that break your heart, whether as a first or second experiencer.
I sensed his awareness of her acceptance and what it had cost her in a way to let go, to surrender to it, and his gratitude for my role in sharing it all with her, and the love between us all just exploded magnificently into the light. The truth will do that. It's funny that 'orgasm' means 'the little death', sometimes we can have an orgasm in our brains, in our perceptions, in our ego's hold on our awareness. I guess she had a little orgasm, I had a little orgasm, he had a little orgasm --- it probably is pretty irreverent to describe it so, but it's the best I can do, shared mind-spirit-body orgasms - little deaths.
Again I don't know if we're 'networked' or what, all I know is that this 'different' perceiving, awareness of events and 'reality' is within our capacity, well mine and others that I know of anyway. I know I am not delusional, not multiple personality disordered, not any of the things that some might prefer to believe than the truth - our awareness capacity is bigger than science gives credit to, and unlike religions propose, it is not limited to some super-human godlike beings.
Maybe the key is in our neural processing capacities, maybe once science accepts, like that mother did, the reality of that and that it does no harm to know the truth, to admit it, to surrender into it, to use it in authentic truth and honest love, maybe then the world will lighten up a little more and humans stop living in and reacting in fear and creating suffering where there need be none.
Or not, no choice is wrong, it just brings a different experience.