A Blink Of An Eye

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Life after life.....how would it really be? Perhaps I have visited already!

Submitted: January 10, 2009

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A BLINK OF AN EYE

One minute I am on the operation table, lights glaring downupon my body, then all of a sudden, I rose up through the ceiling. How strange it was, viewing my lifeless body from this angle. But that was not me anymore, I am here, now. Wherever 'here' happens to be.

It is difficult to describe the sensations that I felt, and the thoughts I had. A 'quietness' overcame me. A 'stillness' all was calm. There was no actual panic. Startled, perhaps was the prominent adjectiveI would use. As I looked down and around, I saw no body. I had always felt I would see nothing, but I never considered totally, that I would feel and sense everything and still see nothing but this glow. My physical body I had worn all those years was nothing more than a suit, no wonder it was called the birthday suit!

There was this transparency, with something of a glow, maybe even a luminousity. My thoughts were alive and real, but I had no substance, no physical form. I looked about me and gradually I felt other presences than mine. I know I had no physical eyes, as I had no body, but then I considered that I must be using thought. When I was on the earth plane, I had written many a time about thought forms being real and concrete and the body being merely an illusion. I had written it, but I did not totally comprehend it. Part of me didn't actually believe it either.

Yet here I am. I have no physical form, but I see. I hear (at least, I comprehend) I know, this sounds ridiculous to some, but of course, having no body, I have no ears. My language has to change, I have no vocal chords either. I am everything and yet nothing. It is all sheer thought forms now, so I am both transmitter and receiver of thought, pure thought which is real and conveys to other beings here, my personality and character. How do I describe myself when I am now pure thought. My thought is being transmitted so there are no secrets! How do others then perceive me? How am I 'seen' or sensed?

Then I remembered something! How could I forget? We have an aura. It must be this.

Other presences are able to read my character and personality from my colours. There is no pain, but I have memories of pain. This is such a strange sensation, it is like I am able to conjure up and project a sensation of pain from the mere memory of the event. Some pain even has its own colour. In the case of the inflamed ankle it was red. As red, is how I had perceived it at the time of the injury. I recall running for the bus, slipping on the ice and twisting my ankle and wrenching it.

I feel love. This too comes from a remembrance of how it felt and summons up the event that caused the sensation of that emotion. This is so amazing. I recalled an injury I had to my left ankle. Instantly I was aware of a pain and experienced that pain, even though I had no form now. Oh so this is how it works here.

But I was indeed sensing the emotion of love. It was actually overwhelming. I wasn't thinking of anything relating to love at the time. All the same, I was being enveloped in this warm, loving, peaceful state. I felt gratitude. I know I was transmitting gratitude and reciprocal love, just as it was being given to me.

Suddenly, my thoughts were discontinued, as the thoughts of another presence touched the 'me' I now was. 'Jayne, welcome back with us, we are all here, we have been expecting you' It was so real to me that I sensed I felt the emotion of close tie and family, it took me a little while to recall the sound of the voice. I was a little confused, for I had yet to decipher how it was I could detect a voice and not just a mere thought?

Once again, almost instantaneously it came to me 'remembrance of a voice vibration' it is all about vibrations and frequencies. Silly me, of course, you do not need to see the wind to know it is there, anymore than you need to see a cricket to know it is indeed a cricket! You can tell by its voice, its sound vibration and the general frequency of it.

I felt my Grandmother had drawn very close to me. I sensed our auras had merged! The glow now became even brighter and the emotion of love expanded with our remembrances and images of the times when we were together in our previous lives.

Vee StJohn-Byles (c) 2009 all rights reserved.


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