Yup. The depths of the evil blows my mind. I want…need…to see Good on the same scale.
Recently I’ve been doing a lot of deep diving on Near Death Experiences. People of every conceivable stripe have had them and the vast majority do not seem to view the world in the same light as we do, upon return. They acknowledge the dark, but pay it very little mind. The dark is simply playing their role in the divine play. They see this life as but a stepping stone and a blip in the soul’s eternal journey, which is in a perpetual upward spiral through learning and experience. They are determined to only increase the love here on earth. I find listening/reading their accounts to be deeply comforting in this extremely difficult reality we find ourselves in.
I absolutely love reading about NDEs and did a deep dive years ago as well.
I had a truly surreal experience that led to the research. I was really sick from anxiety and not eating but not on the brink of death, yet had what I can only describe as an NDE.
In this experience, I met a tall, handsome man with the kindest eyes, who exuded love from every pore. I could feel it. And with so much warmth and love and happiness in his eyes and voice he said, “I’ve waited a long by time to meet you”.
After that I woke up and vividly remembered his face. It stuck with me for weeks until I finally thought to ask Grandma to see old photos. And there he was. He was my great grandfather on my Mom’s side. He died before I ever met him but my Mom and aunts adored him and said he was a wonderful man. I’d never seen a photo of him but I described him perfectly to my family prior to seeing the photo.
The hard time I was going through that made me sick eased up significantly and my lifelong anxiety got so much better. I could function like a semi-normal person again. I could eat again.
I didn’t walk away with any kind of lesson or mission but I love so much harder since then, and over time it seems my goal has become to just spread love as much as I can.
Also my eventually anxiety came back because of an evil person so it didn’t cure me. But it helped a lot for a few years.
I have a similar story with anxiety/panic disorder. Unfortunately I never had any mystical experiences during my time in that particular Hell lol. I am recovered from it though. I whole heartily recommend a book (and app) called DARE by Barry McDunnogue (I might have the spelling wrong there but easy book to find). It’s a very simple process that teaches you “the right way” to have/respond to anxiety, which gradually eliminates it. In a nutshell it retrains your brain to think “Anxiety? Who cares?”, which deprives the anxiety itself of the fuel it needs (your resistance to it) to perpetuate itself. Really brilliant approach and it really works. Just thought I’d mention it, as I know very well how terrible chronic anxiety can be.
Yup. The depths of the evil blows my mind. I want…need…to see Good on the same scale.
Recently I’ve been doing a lot of deep diving on Near Death Experiences. People of every conceivable stripe have had them and the vast majority do not seem to view the world in the same light as we do, upon return. They acknowledge the dark, but pay it very little mind. The dark is simply playing their role in the divine play. They see this life as but a stepping stone and a blip in the soul’s eternal journey, which is in a perpetual upward spiral through learning and experience. They are determined to only increase the love here on earth. I find listening/reading their accounts to be deeply comforting in this extremely difficult reality we find ourselves in.
I absolutely love reading about NDEs and did a deep dive years ago as well.
I had a truly surreal experience that led to the research. I was really sick from anxiety and not eating but not on the brink of death, yet had what I can only describe as an NDE.
In this experience, I met a tall, handsome man with the kindest eyes, who exuded love from every pore. I could feel it. And with so much warmth and love and happiness in his eyes and voice he said, “I’ve waited a long by time to meet you”.
After that I woke up and vividly remembered his face. It stuck with me for weeks until I finally thought to ask Grandma to see old photos. And there he was. He was my great grandfather on my Mom’s side. He died before I ever met him but my Mom and aunts adored him and said he was a wonderful man. I’d never seen a photo of him but I described him perfectly to my family prior to seeing the photo.
The hard time I was going through that made me sick eased up significantly and my lifelong anxiety got so much better. I could function like a semi-normal person again. I could eat again.
I didn’t walk away with any kind of lesson or mission but I love so much harder since then, and over time it seems my goal has become to just spread love as much as I can.
Also my eventually anxiety came back because of an evil person so it didn’t cure me. But it helped a lot for a few years.
I have a similar story with anxiety/panic disorder. Unfortunately I never had any mystical experiences during my time in that particular Hell lol. I am recovered from it though. I whole heartily recommend a book (and app) called DARE by Barry McDunnogue (I might have the spelling wrong there but easy book to find). It’s a very simple process that teaches you “the right way” to have/respond to anxiety, which gradually eliminates it. In a nutshell it retrains your brain to think “Anxiety? Who cares?”, which deprives the anxiety itself of the fuel it needs (your resistance to it) to perpetuate itself. Really brilliant approach and it really works. Just thought I’d mention it, as I know very well how terrible chronic anxiety can be.