dave_a_mbs
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Hi Guys- Interestingly, I'm inclined to agree with everyone, although with a couple side thoughts. Doc and I seem to have an ongoing disagreement about the nature of time in the "Spirit World", but this might be a very good resolution to the dichotomy.
I recall many years ago, when 40 years younger and far and away more foolish than the last gentleman I flamed, I imbibed a vast quantity (many times more than the directions said to not take more than) of a local cough and cold remedy (no longer on the market - for reasons that will soon be obvious) and I found myself being translated into a universe of chill and mechanical logic. As I recall, the central edifice of this place looked rather like the old Montgomery Wards Building in Chicago, into which were fed zillions of railroad tracks. I was being whisked along one of them. I next discovered that I was being called to task for a number of moral errors of my earlier life - no problem finding plenty of grist for the Cosmic Mill in that regard!
One of the issues was payment of half the cost of my latest girl friend's abortion. This happened to be on my mind because the day after I had agreed, a billboard went up directly across the street from my residence showing a fetus in a bottle, and the caption, "ABORTION IS MURDER". So here in this "wherever" I was stuffed into a womb, then aspirated by a D&C, bottled, then dumped into a trash compactor, compacted, discarded, turned into landfill. I might have been incinerated along the way as well, but I forget some of the details. And as I began to rot it occurred to me that this might be a message that I possibly had screwed up somehow. So, knowing no better option, I simply said, "OK, God, I messed up, so please fix me." Instantly I was transported out of the garbage dump and into a sort of nurturant "limbo" (no better word comes to mind), where I sensed a lot of things being reprogrammed, and after having much of my psyche rebuilt, I began to recover my everyday awareness.
The "traveller time", or "proper time" in physics terms, would probably have been days, certainly hours. But all of this went down in a matter of just a few seconds longer than it took to pray for repair work. I think my pipe (I was also smoking something at the time) was still lighted.
This was neither timeless, nor an instantaneous translation to distant realms, but it was played out as a tremendously complicated series of impressions. Like C-A mentioned, the time to write it out in detail greatly exceeded the moment in which it all descended on me. Infact, I couldn't do it. I recall actually drawing the scene in an efort to get in all the parts, but it was impossible - just too much information to code and reproduce, although it was all there in the same initial instant.
This is one of those things that seems sufficiently consistent that I have confidence that it is very probably a universal experience. I can also see why someone might interpret it as timelessness, but I still balk at that.
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