dave_a_mbs wrote on Mar 28^th, 2008 at 3:46pm:



If I had needed some priest/cult figure/shaman to look up to, you would be him, haha. Seriously, I almost always find your posts to be articulate, intelligent, thought-provoking, while also making a certain amount of sense of the possible afterlife. So thanks for being here, inspiring people such as me.

Hallo All,
I'd like to throw in this anecdote, which may, or may not, be of some interest regarding the nature of the physical brain and its relation to the non-physical.

Some 5 to 6 years ago, my mother was in the middle stage of her Alzheimer's. It was a very difficult time for her and us, as family and carers. She was still fully able-bodied and able to converse and eat normally, etc, but the disease made her restless and agitated in the extreme. To cut a long story short, the way she found greatest calm at that time was in motion, either by walking, or being driven in a car. I spent many hours myself driving her through towns, villages and countryside, just so she could find rest and peace. Traffic jams were a nightmare, though - as soon as we were stopped, my mum would become anxious and restless, and threaten to leave the car - but I digress! At that time, we had a daytime care assistant who recognised this need, and herself drove my mum in her car, combining this with visits to shops, or to her own many local relatives, at whose homes she would stop awhile, and she and my mum would both enter for a short chat and cup of tea. Seeing different people, and taking part in their activities, helped mum also, so everyone benefited.

One of the care assistant's sisters lived locally, and her house was one of these regular stop-off points. During one afternoon visit, my mum, her carer, the carer's sister and a few friends were having a cup of tea and a chat in their front room, when suddenly out of the blue, mum looked towards an empty space in the room, and asked, "Who's that sitting on his bike grinning..?". This caused the group's conversation to stop immediately, and, in the words of the carer later, they "froze". One of them asked what sort of bike it was, and she replied that it was "just an ordinary push-bike". They were all stunned. The reason why was that the carer's sister had had a partner who worked some 100 miles away during the week, and who had cycled everyday to his work along twisting country lanes. He had been run down and killed by a careless driver earlier that year. The assembled group was rendered speechless, and the incident remained a topic of conversation years later.

Coincidence? Maybe. Had my mum picked up on some fragment of conversation about the event at some time? Also possible, but the Alzheimer's at that time meant that her short and medium term memories were just about gone, so highly unlikely she would remember. An hallucination caused by the illness? Again, possible, but why this particular scene, and in that sister's house?

Could it be that one effect of Alzheimer's is in some way to enable easier perception of the non-physical? Perhaps areas of the brain that may normally filter out such perceptions have been destroyed or rendered non-functional by the illness. Perhaps much, though perhaps not all, that is labelled "hallucination" in such and similar diseases, is in fact non-physical perception.

My own opinion, for what it's worth, would be that it is.

Best wishes

Hi Alfred,
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That would be my explanation, too. As we see, people with Alzheimer's somehow more and more fail to stick to something (or, the other side, become trapped in a thought-loop) and more and more seem to perceive less in linear causal threads, but rather in bits/scenes of meaning. They care less about what is possible or not, or what is adequate or not. They don't care much about what reality has to look like; that way, they are not in the same degree bound by the mainstream way to perceive and to believe, they just see what's up now. This way, they are potentially more open to nonphysical perceptions. In this case, at the cost of their physical personality, which is to a good part consisting of restrictions, causal thinking and "to pull oneself together".

From what I have gotten in my meditations about nonphysical reality, there is a sort of simultaneous time-threads, meaning persons "there" seem to be in linear time, but in more than one time-string at once. I see a similarity to people with Alzheimer's here. Maybe what here means loosing one's personality due to a lack of coherence over there is just normal.

Spooky

[quote author=Alfred link=1206329568/0#4 date=1206391421]Thank you all for your replies, and to Alan and Betson for your kind words and thoughts. You are surely right - if the Afterlife has an objective reality, as this site explains, then all physical illnesses of the physical body are left behind with that body. Despite the Alzheimer's, my mum retained her sweetness, and her dazzling smile and chuckle almost to the end. Bob Monroe said these were expressions of the eternal Core Self, didn't he. I'm also told she always knew when I came into the house, or heard my voice, which is nice. Even on her last morning, gasping through an oxygen mask, she raised her eyebrows in response to my greeting her in her hospital bed. She was still there, despite the physically ravaged brain.

Has anybody done any retrievals involving people who have passed with Alzheimer's or similar conditions


AFRED, hi, it's gordon phinn here.  I'm an old member but i don't have time to post much these days.

I have done contact/retrieval with folks with senility, and what others have posted is more or less true.  It's a condition of the brain, not the mind.  But folks often so identify with their brains and bodies immediately after passing that they are convinced they're still sick and need the atmosphere and attention provided by some kind of care facility, hospital or nursing home.
Astral helpers will tend to their illusory needs until they have "come around", which can take days/weeks/months depending on need.

There are accounts of this type of situation in my new book, just out , "More Adventures In Eternity" (www.o-books.com or www.amazon.com), one involving my own mother, and several more in my earlier book, "Eternal Life And How To Enjoy It".  I also have some contact/retrieval stories online at "www.youtube.com". ; Search under "the word of gord" and you'll find them.  My site has the same name.

best wishes,  gordon phinn

Hallo All!

Those who've been following this thread will know the background to this story, and anybody new hopefully can refer back on it.

I promised to post a message about a contact with my mother (I believe) which has happened since the earlier messages, and since my posting on the Retrieval Forum, so here it is.

First of all, last tuesday (1st Apr) evening, a cool, sunny evening, about 5.15pm UK time, something happened which at the very least is very aptly symbolic, but perhaps more than that. My mother's bedroom is pretty much as she left it when she went off to hospital for that final illness (just as an aside, she was quite chipper when she left, and our only doubts were whether she'd be home before the weekend of the 23/24th Feb, or after. In the hospital A & E, she was in much better fettle than on some previous occasions when she'd gone there - but, as usual, I digress!). I had occasion to go into her room, and, just in time before stepping on it, saw a queen wasp on the carpet beside her bed. It was very groggy and almost too feeble to move much. As an amateur entomologist (bugman!), I knew this wasp would have been hibernating for the winter somewhere in the room, which is not uncommon, sometimes in curtain folds, or under the bed, etc. and had woken up intending to start a new colony outside. If she did not escape the room, she would soon die of dehydration and starvation. This one wouldn't have made it on her own.

I coaxed the wasp onto a piece of paper and placed both on my mother's bed while I went to get some honey and water in a teaspoon. The wasp drank this for a good solid 10 minutes (like a thirsty man given water in a desert!), visibly gaining strength all the time, vibrating her abdomen, etc. When done, she had a thorough wash-and-brush up, cleaning feelers, jaws, legs and all, and started to walk about on the paper vibrating her wings. I knew she was strong enough to leave then, and held paper and wasp up to the open window, gave a tap, and away she flew into the sunlight. I was pleased to have helped, but didn't really give it too much thought just then.

In bed that night, in the early hours of Wednesday morning, about 6.15am UK time, I found myself in a half-awake state. I was, though, conscious enough to feel a need to mentally ask if my mother was there. The instant I expressed this thought, like a bolt from the blue I experienced a jolting, almost physical, all-enveloping hug, which felt wonderful, suffusing my entire body with a blissful warmth, tingling and love. At the same time, I felt my face break into a broad happy smile, almost unconsciously. This smile I have sometimes experienced when deeply under the influence of certain Hemi-Sync tapes, but the "hug" itself was unique, something I've never experienced before. In fact "hug" is a very poor term to fully describe the feeling. This wonderful sensation lasted perhaps for 10 seconds (though judging time is not easy, it could have been more, or less) faded briefly, then came back less intensely, before subsiding. I tried to project a feeling of thanks and love back.

Shortly after, I fell asleep, but the memory of the event was still extra-vivid when I awoke, and I think will be one of those memories which will always be vivid in my mind (like the visitation dream from my father, after he passed on 19 years ago). I KNOW that must have  been my mum!

As for the wasp incident, in hindsight, it has tremendous symbolic significance, if nothing else, especially as it preceded the experience above. My mum had been effectively trapped in her room, and the upstairs of the house, since her mobility badly declined over 2 years ago. The thirst and starvation of the wasp before drinking the honey reflected my mother's hospital experience - she was placed on Nil-by-Mouth when admitted, due to the aspiration pneumonia caused by swallowing problems, and never ate or drank again up to the time she passed away 5 days later. Because she developed fluid on the lungs, even her IV drip was removed. But most of all, I think, and hope, it seems to symbolise her progress in the Afterlife - after rest and restoration from the horrendous final illness, and from the insidious long-term Alzheimer's, she was now free to move off and out into the light, and as a result, could visit me with that wonderful hug!

All best wishes,

Alfred

Alfred,

Thank you so much for sharing this beautiful experience. It's one thing to believe that our loved ones visit, but it's a completely different ball game when--through direct experience-- we 'Know' they have. There's nothing like it!

Much love,

Ginny
ps--I was watching Dr. Wayne Dyer on PBS a few weeks ago wherein he talked about the passing of a dear friend, and how he just knew that a short time later his friend paid him a visit in the form of Monarch butterfly. With such enthusiasm and joy he was trying to explain how he just knew it was his friend, and he'd get flustered and laugh because it was a difficult thing to do.
I had a pet bumble bee once--or I'm sure she considered me her pet. I called her Buzz .

Thanks Ginny, Alan, for your postings!

I am fantastically grateful for the experience I described, and the more I think on it, the better it seems to get! Likewise, the queen wasp. The point you make Alan, about how suitable a "choice" that scenario was, to gain my attention as a bugman, had passed through my mind also.

I have to say, these experiences, and reading all the postings on this and the other threads and forums on this site, coupled with reading newly-bought books by Bruce, (thanks for writing these, Bruce! all great stuff!) and re-reading and re-using various Monroe books and tapes, (which I've had for years, and dust off every so often!), is setting me off on another "World-view" change. I tend to go along in the same mind-set for years, then suddenly embark upon another step-change. Or maybe it just seems like that!

Re your post above, Alan; I remember posting the incident involving the vision of the cyclist on an Alzheimer's forum shortly after it happened, and speculated there about the cause (this picks up one of the points Bets made in an earlier post, which I forgot to reply to - sorry, Bets!). One respondent said they had read an article somewhere about this sort of thing connected with Alzheimer's, and would post the reference if they could find it. They didn't in the end, but it showed that this has been noted before, as you say, and perhaps more research should be done along these lines.

Best wishes,
Alfred