Between Lives Experience
This is the result of a regression on July 22, 1998. My objectives were to relive my last lifetime’s death incident and the ensuing between lives experience.
I have provided three vehicles for you to explore the results of the session:
Summary of Session
Synopsis of Session
Transcription of Session Audio TapeI recall the last day of my last life, the incident of my last death, and the experiences immediately after death. I then proceed to an environment in which I have a discussion with a being about Life.
Resume of Life
This lifetime began in 1925 in the Chicago area. Little of consequence occurred until 1939, when I decided to enlist in the marines at the age of 15. I was big for my age and it's highly likely that I lied to get into the marines. I served in the Asian theatre during my entire stint. When I left Chicago for boot camp, I left my girl with a buddy to take care of her. I never saw her again.
The Death Incident
During this regression, I went to August 1945, the last day of that lifetime. I was on an atoll. There were 2-3 islands nearby. The job of the crew I was with was to clear the island of any Japanese still holding out in preparation for a landing force. We arrived the day before and had taken care to bunker-in before clearing the island. We had done this exercise before. We decided there were Japanese holding out on the other side of the island. While searching for them, we walked right into an ambush. In the first two minutes of the firefight, our sergeant and medic were taken out. In the next few minutes, we were down to me and one other badly wounded enlisted man. Having heard about how the "japs" brutalized prisoners, I decided to pick up a heavy machine gun (designed to be used with a stand) and take out as many japs as I could before I was killed. I believe I killed a few before being shot to pieces. After I dropped my body, I became aware of one that had dropped his. I also became aware the japs were as afraid (if not more so) of us as we were of them.
The Death Incident
After rising in the air to see the island from above, I then became aware of a hissing noise that began changing to a higher and higher pitch. A tunnel then appeared. I became engulfed in the tunnel, but rather than rising up, I noticed that I was going sideways (horizontal to the earth) and ended up on an island off the coast of Chili. The only islands I see (in my atlas) in the approximate area are the Juan Fernandez Islands. I went into a between lives processing plant within a mountain in which I was placed into a series of electrical and electronic paths and told things about my location which were not true (such as I was rising and flying by the moon, not going to Mars but rather to Venus). During this process, I was hit with very high frequency energy and directed to my next life, which I was told would start in May (birth). I was also told I would know my mother from 3 lifetimes ago. I became completely mesmerized by this energy. Some phrases I remember are: "We are returned. You are not needed here. I cannot be consumed at this time." Quite simply, it’s an electronic implant.
I break out of the pattern of the implant and start observing the environment. I see some beings (aliens) at the other end of a cavern, but they’re different. They’re (very skinny) drones. I merge with them to find out who they are and discover a world of one consciousness with multiple bodies. While moving through this collective consciousness, I discover a hierarchy which I begin moving through. The hierarchy feels like lines of control interfacing at key points. The drones I first observed had no awareness of these lines of control. At one point, someone asks me if I would like to read the Akashic record which I decline. I decide to try to get out of this (organic) environment. I was told the lie that if I get out, it will be difficult to get back in. I then get the impression that a contact has been made outside of this environment and my wishes will be accommodated.
Exterior to the Physical Universe
I suddenly appear in space. At first I was the size and shape of the solar system, then I start to grow into a spherical shape. I get tired of this and ask to be exterior to the physical universe. I exteriorize and become aware of a group of beings (implementers) who are praising god. This group gets very small. I become aware of a presence. My awareness changes dramatically as I become aware of this being. I am much more aware of the structure of Life: something always greater than me, something always smaller...at least that’s the model I became aware of. I became aware of a Life model that showed ridges and flowing rivers and streams – apparently all inside of one body. The portion of the universe we know at this time is a very small portion of that body. (The body represents all of which this being is aware.) I was told there are multiple universes that we all get to explore. The being and I discuss this exploration. I ask, "Why? What if I don’t want to?" (explore these universes). The being replies that I will then evolve into a dead, living soul. When I say that I want a choice, I become enturbulated with random thoughts. That’s when I realize I can emulate harmony or not. I indicate that I want a 3rd choice: I want to create my own universe. I want to decide what will be in it, how it will be modeled. I was then provided with the advice that it’s the game, the interactions that make life interesting.
The being and I begin conversing on multiple levels as I begin to regain more of my self-assurance. We have had these discussions before. I realize by my willingness to explore my last death, and my desire to fully experience life, I have become aware of some of the essence of life and an awareness greater than I would normally know. When I ask him his name, he provides a frequency and then goes on to tell me each person has a frequency (identification). Although the frequency changes as different experience occur, once you know an ID, the being can be contacted by going to the frequency you know and then following it to what it presently is (sort of like infinite call forwarding).
I ask him about his communication with others. He indicates I should talk to others on my level (human?) and he does talk with others but it isn’t on the same basis as my communication. At his level, they merge to communicate. And, this basis of communication is repeated infinitely. I then move back into this time stream realizing I have reinforced our communication and broadened the basis for communication.
(My regression partner’s occasional queries have been italicized.)
I’m with a bunch of guys. It seems like a work detail...shovels involved. We’re all in a jungle. I’m very aware of the water. It’s August, 1945.
Now how old are you?
I’m thinking 19.
OK And what are you doing with these men in this jungle?
Well it’s a crew. It looks like we’re digging trees out, making space for a road or some sort of improvement.
How do you know it’s August, 1945?
The date just occurred to me.
OK
It’s hot. It’s a mainly sunny day. We’re an advance for a landing force. We are digging fox holes are what we’re doing, and improvements. We’re supposed to clear out the forest from any leftover japs. Now we’re going on to (unintelligible). I’m not directing things. I’m not the sergeant. I’m just a worker bee. We go into the forest and start cleaning out underbrush. I think there’s an infestation of japs over the ridge. Grabbing our rifles...our weaponry...we trudge off. (There’s some mass building up in my mind. I’m resisting going there.) We walk well into the forest. It’s late afternoon. We were sabotaged. The japs opened up fire. The pinned us down. We’re behind some logs (fallen trees). They got three. They got the gunny. He’s hurt and bleeding bad. We have a medic. Medic was hurt. I’m trying to patch up and trying to stay out of the fire. The japs get behind us. And there’s no way to hide, except down in the dirt underneath the log. It’s happening real fast now. I can almost see the bullets as they slip by. And I’ve got the heavy gun. It’s a machine gun that’s was supposed to be on a stand, but we’re carrying it. I must be hurt because I can feel pain in my face. Everything else seems to be fine. I fell down on a tree is what I did. We had to give up our position. But we can’t move...too many hurt. Can’t get us out. We don’t have effective return fire.
Everything seems to be moving slowly now. A lot is happening, but it’s slowing down see you can see it. I really don’t think we’re going to get out of there. I mean 90% of our people are dead. I think I’ve got one buddy that’s not. Bill, that’s his name.
What’s your name?
Witowksi.
What’s your first name?
Samuel. And I’m a dumb shit for joining up in the first place.
So where did you come from?
Chicago.
It was the right thing to do at the time. That’s what I’m thinking about is Chicago and a girl I left. Probably married to someone else by now (Note: in 1945).
I’ve been hit evidently. I’ve lost a lot of blood is what’s happening. My body is beginning to shiver. I’m either exterior and watching my body doing it or somebody else is doing it. They’re trying to get the gun up, then they’re shot down trying to return fire. And I just grab the gun and figure I’ll do as much damage as I can. And start spinning around in a circle without looking for a target...just spraying. ‘Cause all our guys are down. Not going to hurt them at all. And they finally hit me. Neck. Shoulder’s blown out I think.
I’m exterior now. I don’t know if the body’s dead yet, but I’m exterior. Feels a little better. I’m looking at the japs and realizing they’re even more scared than we are. I hit a couple. One guy...he’s right beside me now. I realize I don’t want to go back to Chicago. I want the whole thing to be over with.
I’m looking down at the island now. It’s actually a couple or three islands there. It’d be pretty now. Looking smaller. There’s a whirring. It’s almost like mechanical, then a higher and higher pitch. And then a tunnel. It’s a white tunnel with black streaks. I’m going slowly up. Actually it seems like sideways to me. It is sideways actually to earth. I’m being drawn to an island west of South America. I’ve visited there before in this lifetime. Multiple levels there. I’m being told this is fun. I’m looking at a contraption. It’s got multiple tubes in it. Twisted around. It’s actually electricity. It’s electricity without wires. Funneling from one container to another. There’s another one going straight up. I’m just trying to get the feeling of the electricity. It’s finer than electricity now. Electricity is real crude. This is finer...much finer. I’m trying to find out which station I’m going to. The moon flashed. I thought of Mars. Could go to Venus. I’m trying to bring into focus the structures on Venus. Some of them appear to be physical, some of them not. The important structures aren’t (physical). They look like bubbles. I’m inside one. I guess maybe they’re energy force fields. I don’t know. I’m looking for people. I’m going into a briefing. I’m being briefed. I’m not being debriefed. I’m being. The energy is shooting at me in broad band, not small bands. (Note: broad band = wide frequency range, large vector; small band = narrow frequency range; small vectors) It’s a broad spectrum of energy. I’ll be dipped. It’s a very similar, if not the same energy that I had when I went to the doctor when I was a young boy. It looks like these people are using (or in my case anyhow) doctors as reinforcements for these instructions. I’m trying to figure out what their instructions are. Asking for help to understand this. Recyclable. Being repeated over and over again. We are returned. You are not needed here. I cannot be consumed at this time. I’m getting an impression of being told I’m on Venus when I’m in a cavern. Inside a mountain. On an island. In the Pacific. And I’m being told I’ll be born in May. I know my mother. From three lifetimes ago. I’m completely in tune with this energy force thing now. I’m in harmony with it. Either that or I’m trapped in it. (chuckle) Or both.
Now I’m either becoming smaller or the cavern is getting bigger. I see some movement at the other end. Some light. They’re either seriously underweight or they’re very seriously skinny. They’re worker bees. They’re drones. Their bodies perform functions, but they’re not thinking individuals. They’re part of a greater collective. They can think individual thoughts, but choose not to. Their actions, their motives can be controlled from afar. (What I’ve just done is move from one end of the cavern down to the other and took their viewpoint. And now I’m discussing this with them.) I’m asking for his boss, the management. He doesn’t know what that means...explains greater collective. And I know he’ll do what I mean.
Going into the collective. Moving through it...mentally, spiritually. It’s like one body with multiple cells. You can see through the various eyes at the same time. You can feel their motions...their individual body motions. It’s a hierarchy, but they’re not aware of it. Trying to find my way...my path. I can feel the interface. It’s like roots going into the ground. I have no idea why, but Milk Duds...the thought just occurred to me. It takes time and I have patience. Someone asked if I want to read my book. I said no. I know what’s in there...in the Akashic record. I get the feeling this is a garden. It’s all organic. And I wanna get out of the organic. I’m being told that if I get out of the organic...the body...that it will be difficult to get back in. I’m looking at...I get the impression (unintelligible). Wait awhile and slip back.. I’m being told that accord that will be extended. That’s not usual.
I’m outside. Existing. I’m as big as the solar system. I was flat and now I’m becoming spheroid. I’m asking to get out of the physical universe...to become unaware of that...exteriorized from it. I’m collocated with it now. I’ve become aware of a group...coordinators...implementators. I praise god there’s so much. (just ran through my mind) The (unintelligible) just got very small and then disappeared. Somebody just asked me if I wanted a presence to speak. Yes. I ask, "How are we doing?" Just went well. Then I realize, we are the middle of creation. There is always something larger or greater above us which we are part of and there’s always something smaller which is a part of us. And we are always in the middle of an infinitely complex, yet extremely simple, creation. Simple as one thought. We are one thought...we and the rest of creation...one thought, of one being for a fleeting moment of time. How grand it is. I’m looking at a graphic. It’s in motion as a movie. An ocean, but it’s moving. You can see ridges, rivers, streams flowing. It apparently the inside of a body. And the portion of the universe, as we know it, is a very small and minor portion of that. There are multiple universes creating a hole or a hole is creating is creating multiple universes. And I’m being told we get to explore them all. And I say, "Why? What if I don’t want to?" The response is then you become a dead, living soul. If I had my choice...at least I can choose. With that, I’m floating in enturbulance. Randomized thoughts. Unthoughts. Nonthoughts. And then I realize I can be harmony or not. (This is a discussion.) I say, "That’s your two choices. My choice is to be able to create my own universe...in due time." As a response. There is no time’s mind. That too is a lie. To order imaginate my... There is no time. There is no energy. There is no space...unless I say so. And the response is, "If you want no space or time or energy, you can have it." It’s the game, the interactions that make life interesting. The woven rug. The interactions. Then the comment comes back to me, "You...I am...I like talking to you." It’s like two fingers, like the finger and the thumb, being held as function which makes sense and it’s natural and it’s talking to me in terms that I understand, not that are necessarily whole...good...yet all truths. It knows that I know and it knows that I know. I’m out of my depth but I have a feeling. An expansion. Now it’s like re-inflation of re-expansion...an inflation to realms that I created at one time to healthy. Now he’s telling me it’s good to have me back...that he enjoys these discussions. But he’s telling me that now. I am what I am in 1945, but there is no time, so it broaches time. So he’s talking to me then and talking to me now. Observing what we had talked about, knowing that we were going to have this conversation. "Highly probable." he tells me. I just asked him what his name was...how people referred to him. And it was all vowels. I could see vowels. I couldn’t hear it. And he tells me I couldn’t hear because I can’t pronounce it. It’s a warbling change of frequencies is as close as I can get. It’s his ident (identification). Everyone has one. It changes. But if you identify somebody at any point in time, you can travel through his time stream or streams and converse with him at any level. Because his consciousness is in existence through a changing frequency no matter when he is existing. You can communicate to the future within time....to the past or now as well as. His later levels of consciousness up to the godhead. "Is having this discussion...normal." "It’s highly unusual." Now I will be in touch with him forever, because he is I and I am him. It’s much easier to communicate when my attention is not on the physical universe. I ask if he is with me on a nightly basis. He said, "Yes." He repeats, "I am you and you are me." I ask if we will be able to do this again and says, "Yes sir." I ask him if there is any such thing as future and he says, "Yes, from your viewpoint." I ask him "Is there such a thing as choice?" and he says, "Yes, that what makes parallel existence (I’m trying to get the concept) and probabilities of existence over a particular time constraint. I ask if he talks to others. He says, "In which direction?" (Communication is going very fast now.) He says I have to talk to others on my level. They are all he. He does talk to others on his level. But they are all...they meet at...I’m looking at the concept of a point but it’s not at a juncture. It looks like the structure is repeated infinitely in both directions. He says it’s time for me to come back into my own timestream. I have reinforced the communication and broadened it.