HEAVEN IS WHERE YOU STAND

Einstein re-discovered something the ancients knew, and I closed my last posting “Universe: a Total System” with it -- Albert Einstein completed the overthrowing of the concept of the mechanical universe which was prevailing in that period 17th -18th centuries when well-known intellectuals tried to separate reason from faith in God by focusing on the mechanical, purely physical universe such that anthroposophic thinkers credited Lucifer the fallen angel of ancient sacred scriptures as the chief ruler of earthly universe in their philosophical writings. In astrology we tend to regard Saturn the planet of karma as an old devil who tempts us then if we have succeeded in overcoming his tests, he turns around and shines as a radiant angel.   


Einstein resolved the rift between faith and reason by perceiving time in an entirely new way so that common sense of sensual logic was no longer valid. Accounts by NDEs confirm this, particularly that of scientist-neurosurgeon Eben Alexander, M.D. “whose near-death experience is the most astonishing I have heard in more than four decades of studying this phenomenon. (He) is living proof of an afterlife.” -- Raymond A. Moody, Jr., M.D. Ph.D., author of Life After Life. I have read two of three books by Moody and I understand what he means. There are also other books running in the same thread…some are sold out before you can find them.  There's a recent NDE report about a four year old who goes, "nobody is old in Heaven, nobody wears glasses."   


Heaven as you know is not a place, nor a state of mind, but a frequency. Now that the planet Earth is considered by the Asc. Masters as having ascended to the Fifth Dimension after gomg through the tedious seemingly impossible process of rectification of erroneous views, paths, and purification through pain and suffering; the confounding chaos of conflicting views, beliefs; violent conflicts exploding into wars and the horrendous natural calamities experienced by humanity in the past four decades, reversing at times the old familiar pattern of the seasons, someone, a scientist, who has been tediously scholastically studying the outer structural nature and inner dynamics of being human as a brain surgeon can now make enough sense of the outer structural nature and inner dynamics of a celestial being in the higher frequency realms to access it. It appears from his astonishingly detailed NDE account, neurosurgeon Eben Alexander, M.D. has earned this singularly phenomenal celestial merit. To read him therefore is a MUST as he represents all of us in our struggle to comprehend the Mystery of the Universe.


Today is Pentecost Sunday, May 19, 2013, and the Gospel (according to ) centers on the coming of the Holy Spirit (fifty days after Jesus Christ rose from the dead) planting ‘burning tongues of fire’ on the foreheads of the disciples and the Blessed Mother Mary as they gathered to receive the Holy Spirit. The ‘flaming tongues’ signified that they have received the gifts of the Spirit, most significantly convenient for their dharma which is the transmission and understanding of languages. From that point on in the history of evangelization, the ordinary disciples of Christ, mostly illiterate fishermen were filled with the gifts of Holy Spirit and became incredibly extraordinary in their transmission and understanding of earthly languages -- the way it’s done by heavenly beings without using words (see Dr.Eben Alexander’s account on his trip to heaven and back, below). Things, ideas are conveyed, comprehended in truth, through vibrations.


Last night, Saturday May 18, between 8:30 – 10:30 we had a rousing Fellowship of Christian communities called BEC meaning Basic Ecclesiastical Community, in native Pilipino, “Bukluran”, within MGV, paranaque, to celebrate the eve of the Pentecostal feast. There was as I said a rousing, rowdy but not in that sense, rowdy, it was rather a wholesome fullsome fruit-filled, consumed with divine Love gathering of souls in prayerful worship. Led by Nonong our stalwart lay-pastor (symbolic, he's just one of us) we were swept away into vibrating intensities of praying, singing, waving of hands, chanting Songs of Worship while in sight was a musical video of images of Christ’s passion and suffering to save a sinning world. In effect, the Holiness of Divine Force emploded within us in the place and made us in spirit, worthy of becoming miniature‘apostles’ ourselves liking us in a small degree to the original Apostles of yore with the visiting priest Fr. Selsi from the San Carlos Seminary of Makati, symbolically anointing our heads with oil to make our cup runneth over as in Psalm 23. When the sharing session came, seven groups in warmly inter-active discussions of how one's personal tribulations inter-twined with family troubles and others are made to feel light and transformed thru a love-inspired-grateful feeling turned magical experience when surrendered to the Divine topped the ecclesiastical activity of the night.


THE SPINNING MELODY AND THE GATEWAY (chapter 7 of book, Proof of Heaven by Eben Alexander, M.D.)


Multiply that feeling of communion with our Lord in our BEC gathering, a thousand times, and you still won’t be anywhere close to what it felt like when Dr. Eben Alexander, a successful American neurosurgeon got into an untimely death – in a coma of seven days and went to Heaven then sent back to tell it (from the book by the same, Proof of Heaven, an NDE incredible experience.


Here is Dr. Eben Alexander: The moment I understood this, I began to move up. Fast. There was a whooshing sound, and in a flash I went through the opening and found myself in a completely new world. The strangest, most beautiful world I‘d ever seen. Brilliant, vibrant, ecstatic, stunning… I could heap on one adjective after another to describe what this world looked and felt like, but they’d fall short. I felt like I was being born. Not reborn, or born again. Just… born….


… I was flying, passing over the trees and fields, streams and waterfalls, and here and there, people. A beautiful, incredible dream world. Though I didn’t know where I was or even what it was, I was absolutely sure of one thing: this place I’d suddenly found myself was completely real… I don’t know how long exactly, I flew along. (Time in this place was different from the simple linear time we experience on earth and is as hopelessly difficult Eben Alexander says, to describe as every other aspect of it). But at some point, I realized I wasn’t alone up there.



Someone was next to me: a beautiful girl with high-cheek bones and deep blue eyes. She was wearing the same kind of peasant-like clothes that the people in the village down below wore. Golden-brown tresses framed her lovely face. We were riding along together on an intricately patterned surface, alive with indescribable and vivid colors – the wing of a butterfly (aside: look to pause to imagine the wing of a butterfly winging them towards heaven). In fact, millions of butterflies were all around us – vast, fluttering waves of them, dipping down into the greenery and coming back up around us again. It wasn’t any single, discreet butterfly that appeared, but all of them together, as if they were a river of life and color, moving through the air. We flew in lazy looped formation past blooming flowers and buds on trees that opened as we drew near.


The girl’s outfit was simple, but its colors – powder blue, indigo, and pastel orange-peach – had the same overwhelming super-vivid aliveness that everything else in the surroundings had. She looked at me with a look that, if you saw it for a few moments, would make your whole life up to that point worth-living, no matter what had happened in it so far. It was not a romantic look. It was not a look of friendship. It was a look that somewhat was beyond all these …beyond all the different types of love we have down here on earth. It was something higher holding all those other kinds of love within itself while at the same time being more genuine and pure than all of them.


Without using any words, she spoke to me. The message went through me like a wind, and I instantly understood that it was true. I knew so in the way that I knew that the world around us was real – was not a fantasy and insubstantial.


The message had three parts, and if I had to translate them into earthly language, I’d say they ran something like this: “You are loved and cherished, dearly, forever.” “You have nothing to fear.” “There is nothing you can do wrong.”

The message flooded me with a vast and crazy sensation of relief. It was like being handed the rules to a game I’d been playing all my life without fully understanding it.


“We will show you many things here, “the girl said – again, without actually using these words but by driving their conceptual essence directly into me. “But eventually you will be back.” To this, I had only one question. Back where?


Remember who’s talking to you right now. I’m not a soft-headed sentimentalist. I knew what death looks like. I know what it feels to have a living person, whom you spoke to and joked with after you’ve struggled for hours to keep the machine of their body working. I knew what suffering looks like, and the answerless grief on the faces of loved ones who have lost someone they never dreamed they could lose. I knew my biology, and while I’m not a physicist, I’m no slouch at that, either. I know the difference between fantasy and reality, and I know that the experience I’m struggling to give you the vaguest, most completely unsatisfactory picture of, was the single most real experience of my life. In fact, the only competition for it in the reality department was what came next.


ISRAEL – 8TH Chapter -- Proof of Heaven—Excerpts -- A Flashback

In 1996, doctors discovered a new bacterial strain harboring DNA, or KPC, an enzyme that conferred antibiotic resistance on its host bacterium. It was founding the stomach of a patient who died in a North Carolina hospital. The strain immediately got the attention of doctors all over the world when it was discovered that KPC could potentially render a bacteria that absorbed it resistant not just to some current antibiotics, but to all of them.


If a toxic, antibiotic-proof strain of bacteria (one whose non-toxic cousin is ubiquitous in our bodies) got loose in the general population, it would have a field day with the human race. There are no new antibiotics in the ten-year pharmaceutical development pipeline that could come to the rescue. Just a few months earlier, Dr. Brennan knew, a patient had checked into a hospital with a powerful bacterial infection and was given a range of powerful antibiotics in an effort to control his Klebsiella pneumoniae infection. But the man’s condition continued to worsen. Tests revealed that he was still suffering from Klebsiella pneumoniae and that the antibiotics hadn’t done their work. Further tests revealed that the bacteria living in the man’s large intestine had acquired the KC gene by direct plasmid transfer from his resistant Klebsiella pneumoniae infection. In other words, his body had provided the laboratory for the creation of a species of bacteria that, if it got into the general population, might rival the Black Death, a plague that killed half of Europe in the 14th century.


The hospital where all this occurred was the Sourasky Medical Center in Tel Aviv, Israel, and it had occurred just a few months previously. As a matter of fact it happened at about the time that I’d been there, as part of my work coordinating a global research initiative in focused ultrasound brain surgery. I’d arrived in Jerusalem at 3:15 a.m. and after finding my hotel had decided on a whim to walk to the old city. I ended up taking a lone predawn tour of the Via Dolorosa and visiting the alleged site of the Last Supper. The trip had been strangely moving, and once back in the States I’d often brought it up with Holley (his wife). But at the time I’d known nothing of the patient at the Sourasky Medical Center or the bacteria he contacted that picked up the KPC gene. Bacteria that, it developed, was itself a strain of E. coli.


Could I have somehow picked up the antibiotic-proof of KPC –harboring bacteria while I was in Israel? It was unlikely. But it was a possible explanation for the apparent resistance of my infection and my doctors went to work to determine if that was indeed the bacteria that was attacking my brain. My case was about to become, for the first of many reasons, a part of medical history.


N of 1 – Chapter 17 – more excerpts from Proof of Heaven --- more flashback


…While it was certainly good news that I was not harboring a strain of bacteria that could wipe out a third of the country, in terms of my own, individual recovery, it just underscored what my doctors were already suspecting all too clearly that my case was essentially without precedent.


It was also quickly moving from desperate to hopeless. The doctors simply didn’t have an answer for how I could have contracted my illness, or how I could be brought back from my coma. They were sure of only one thing: they did not know of anyone making a full recovery from bacterial meningitis after being comatose for more than a few days. We were now into day four.


Spontaneous E. coli bacterial meningitis is rare in adults. Less than 1 out of 10 million of the world’s population contracts it annually. And, like all varieties of gram-positive bacterial meningitis, it’s highly aggressive. So aggressive that of the people it does attack more than 90 percent of those who initially suffer from a rapid rate when I first entered the ER. That dismal 90 percent crept toward 100 percent as the week wore on and my body failed to respond to antibiotics. The few who survive a case as severe as mine generally require round-the-clock care for the rest of their lives. Officially, my status was “N of 1”, a term that refers to medical studies in which a single patient stands for the entire trial. There is simply no one else to whom the doctors could compare my case.      (to be continued)