Afterlife Knowledge

A Good Book & Areas of Consciousness

Florida is a little cooler this time of year than Puerto Rico. We walked the Rincon beach nearly every day in bathing suits throughout the winter there last year. I remember reveling in an ocean swim on Christmas day last year with Caribbean water temperatures in the mid to high 80s. After 30 years in Colorado's winter time ice, snow and cold even Florida's weather with its daytime air temps in the 70s and 80s is a treat. So, my recent trip to give a workshop in Alberta, Canada, a nearly three hour drive north of Edmonton was flash (freeze) to the past.

My hosts for the workshop, Jim and Ann, put on a great event that drew folks who drove from as far away as Thunder Bay. And, Jim gifted me a book I'd not seen before, "The Stars Still Shine, An Afterlife Journey," by Robert Murray. Murray is a psychic whose son-in-law, Michael (Mike) died a sudden, unexpected death. The book recounts Murray's contact with Mike over a period of almost a year after his death. The story gives a wonderful picture of the afterlife experience of a new arrival who carries the beliefs and, probably, typical limited understanding of our afterlife into his experience there. Mike's day-to-day account of his activities for the first year gives sharp insight into the structure and goings-on of a pretty average human being. I highly recommend the book.

Shifting gears . . .

The experience of one of the participants during one of the very early workshop exercises gave me cause to say, at the time, "Couldn't have said it better myself." Harsha, a bright-minded, intelligent, university professor had just finished one of the Energy Gathering exercises, an exercise intended to charge up or intensify awareness. In the debriefing after the exercise Harsha described that he had found himself looking upwards into a deep blue sky with a few puffy white clouds floating by in the daytime sun. It was an experience that was full color, 3D, holographic, moving imagery pretty much indistinguishable from how one would typically perceive the physical world with one's physical sense of sight. While he was admiring the blue sky and clouds Harsha suddenly remembered he was sitting on a chair doing the exercise, in a room, in a house with a ceiling and a roof. He mentally said to himself that he could not be seeing the blue sky and clouds because he would have to be seeing them through the ceiling and the roof, and that was clearly not possible. With that thought, Harsha remarked, the image went away and he found him self again sitting in the chair staring into the darkness of his closed eyes.

Harsha then said something like . . .

Since we began this workshop you (Bruce) have been telling us that exploring our afterlife or any other nonphysical reality is a simple matter of understanding the concept of shifting one's focus of attention from one area of consciousness to another, or I might say one reality to another. Then, after making such a shift we just use what you are calling our nonphysical senses to perceive within this alternate reality, or other area of consciousness, to know more about what is within this environment and to interact with whomever or whatever we find there.

After this last exercise I think I understand that what you are really telling us is that we are always, continuously, within all of these alternate realities, and that you are just teaching us how to become aware of, or through the self that is already there. And, that we are all, continuously making choices to be focused within the reality or area of consciousness we are habitually focused in. For some reason during this last exercise I chose to reject as fantasy or unreal the blue sky and clouds reality I was perceiving in favor of the reality I call the physical world, the real world, in which I am sitting in a chair in a room with a ceiling above me that blocks the view of the blue sky and clouds. Maybe the reality "I" am in is just a matter of the choices I make, moment to moment, about which of these realities is the "real one" or which reality I belong in.

At that point I remember looking at Harsha's smiling face and saying, "Harsha, I couldn't have said it better myself."

Bruce