For me the soul is that part of me that perceived being in a work type setting surrounded by multiple loving individuals that were glad to see me. We continued working on this important project that had something or many things to do with here. The beauty of this experience was that I sensed no time passing, just being involved in the experience, till I was told that it was time to return here. I felt a bit disappointed but realized that work here or there, either way, is important. I do remember feeling a bit mischeivious so I laughenly request a message to take back here with me and it was granted. It was later verified by another individual, that I valued very much on this plane, by having it repeated back to me. This experience/”dream” occurred while in a morphine coma undergoing operations on my hemorrhaging left lung. The funny part was when I realized that my life being “saved” was more of a decision made by me and whoever on the other plane and not by the medical staff here. They only had the power to do a wonderful job of repair and care but I didn't believe that they were the ones to decide whether or not I would be returning. I have all of the hospital medical records and hand written notes done by my 3 sons and 3 brothers in my possession now as well as my posts on hard copy just to verify for myself what all happened during this time back in May of 2006. It's amazing how many different perceptions of this same incident with my Valley Fever lung.  Now it's 4 years later, yet, the experience remains just as vivid for me.

Jean

Vagabound:
I've had some impressions of other lives (or, it seems so) sometimes they were very emotional. I found some were of very different personality types than my personality today, but I always found a trait, or a similarity in these lives matching with mine, here and now.
    I think it's good to live in the certainty that such backviews are no longer necessary. After some thinking about my experiences with these other lives of mine I have come to the paradox conclusion that these "memories" helped me, but at the same time I should not stick with them. Because that exactly is the problem. The repeating. One thinks, one has to fulfill one's task. Be it to maintain father's business, be it to continue one's reincarnational story. This will go on until you say "no, I from now on focus on what is now" .

Jean:
Hi, I remember you .
What you told, one could say it's "where you are, there are you, and there's nothing beyond". As when one really is where one is, then there is nothing beyond.

Spooky

Spooky,
And I'm very glad I'm here & glad u r 2. Got clearance today regarding my lung-so it looks like I'll be here in the earth sense for a while too. The board triggers more of the contemplation I enjoy.
Love, Jean

I can't remember clearly whether the audience area was filled or not; at least, there wasn't a feeling of empty- or lonelyness you would have if there would be no one in the audience area of a stadium. I was down at the playfield of the stadium, together with that croud which queued up to greet me. I had a clear sense that those who first greeted me were the most "ancient". A strong impression of a chronologic order. Of course reincarnation comes into mind, but it wasn't that definite; it was more they were different persons than me, but at the same time they shared something with me, something essential. With the later persons who greeted me in that row it was easier for me to pick up impressions of their lives, while the first ones were mysterious. And they all were there to greet me, no one was there just hanging around. They all knew why they were there. Space and stars were the background of that scene.

Spooky