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- Kategorie: Ratgeber
- Sprache: Englisch
It was true then: I was suddenly and finally released from my body; “this time,” I said, or thought: “I will not have to return.”
Many times, almost numberless, I had experienced the wonderful consciousness of being absent from my human form, of mingling with arisen friends in their higher state of existence, but, until this time I had always known that it was only for a brief season and that there was a tie—a vital and psychic tie—binding me to return to my earth form. But now; now; could it be true? Was I set free to live and work with the Beloved—the dear ones—in this their higher, more perfect state?The Best Beloved, those who had preceded me into this wondrous life, came thronging around, by degrees, to welcome me: not all at once, but first those who were by tenderest ties the nearest and the dearest.
They did not answer my question: “Have I really come to stay”?
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MY EXPERIENCES WHILE OUT OF MY BODY
MY EXPERIENCES WHILE OUT OF MY BODYANDMy Return After Many Days
BY REV. CORA L. V. RICHMOND
© 2024 Librorium Editions
ISBN : 9782385748005
MY EXPERIENCES WHILE OUT OF MY BODY
DEDICATION
MY EXPERIENCES WHILE OUT OF MY BODY AND MY RETURN— AFTER MANY DAYS
The Release
The Vastness of the Spirit Realm
Senses Merged in Perception
The Body in Charge of Guardians
A Vast Congregation
Ministrations of Spirits
Thought-Forms
Time Not a Factor
The Truly Great Are Humble
Spirit Groups and Inspirers
From Spirit to Spirit
There is an Answer for Every Question
“Those Who Love Their Fellow-Beings”
“May They (the Nations) Remove the Causes of War.”
The Shadows of the Conflict
Turning for Respite
Reunion with Lovers of “Peace”
Messages from Friends
The Spirit-Home of the Children
There are no Orphans in the Spirit Realm:
Beauty and Harmony
The “Artists”
“Creators of Beauty.”
All Are Teachers
Co-Workers
“Spiritualism”
Spiritualism as a Movement,
The Return
An Added Word or Two
DEDICATION
Primarily To My Heavenly Guides:
Those Teachers and Inspirers who, in early childhood, awakened and have unfolded the Spiritual gifts that were mine, and have borne forward to the present hour the work appointed me to do; and
To Those Beloved Friends
who, having received the ministration through my humble instrumentality have constantly given from hearts and hands the sympathy and aid needed to perform that work—and during the feebleness of the body have sent strength and succor; and especially to the beloved and loving friends: Dr. Chas. H. Bushnell, whose skill, healing power and faithful attendance were given without stint or measure and most lovingly, Sarah J. Ashton, co-worker for more than a quarter of a century, Assistant Pastor of my Congregation and, above all else, faithful, devoted friend, without whose unfailing care and constant helpfulness for long months my spirit could not have returned to its human habitation to take up its assigned work,
This imperfect record of experiences is most lovingly and gratefully inscribed.
Cora L. V. Richmond.
MY EXPERIENCES WHILE OUT OF MY BODY AND MY RETURN— AFTER MANY DAYS
by REV. CORA L. V. RICHMOND
The Release
It was true then: I was suddenly and finally released from my body; “this time,” I said, or thought: “I will not have to return.”
Many times, almost numberless, I had experienced the wonderful consciousness of being absent from my human form, of mingling with arisen friends in their higher state of existence, but, until this time I had always known that it was only for a brief season and that there was a tie—a vital and psychic tie—binding me to return to my earth form. But now; now; could it be true? Was I set free to live and work with the Beloved—the dear ones—in this their higher, more perfect state?
The Best Beloved, those who had preceded me into this wondrous life, came thronging around, by degrees, to welcome me: not all at once, but first those who were by tenderest ties the nearest and the dearest.
They did not answer my question: “Have I really come to stay”?
The Guide—the Guardian, took me gently in charge that I might not even think of the form I had so lately left. A great sense of relief; of being set free from the limitations of the body, filled me, far greater than I had ever experienced before. A feeling pervaded me that all of me was released. It surely seemed that my work in the human body was done: that the last word was spoken, the last pen-stroke made.
O, the wonder, the unspeakable joy of thus being united with the Beloved—those whom I knew had never died, but had thrown off their garments of dust for the more beautiful raiment of the spirit!
In a narrative written for others to read one cannot dwell minutely on the sacred meetings with those who were ever nearest and dearest; those of the household, related by ties of consanguinity and those who were kindred in spirit, united to one in thought and aspiration. All that such reunion means, more than can be dreamed or imagined where one is in the human state, was now my possession.
“Turn away, turn away from all thought of the Earth-form;” said the one appointed to lead and guide me in this newer, grander flight.
One by one—or in groups—the dear ones of the Earth-home joined us, welcoming me ever, yet ever evading the oft recurring question, “Am I really here to stay?”
My attention was continually attracted to some group or company that had not been seen by me—always a surprise to find them “all there.” They would smile and seem to answer, “Yes, all here, in our own particular states, and doing our own appointed work.”
The Vastness of the Spirit Realm
There was a perception of great Light, a consciousness of Illumination, an awakening to the vastness, the unlimitation of this Realm of Spirit.
O how often, when in “dreams” or “visions” I had been permitted and aided by my Guides to visit the Spirit States, this inner and higher Realm, I had longed to remain! But ever willing to answer the call of duty, of added work to be performed by me, I would return to fill my place at the appointed time. Now; Now?—
All else was swallowed up—eclipsed by the wonderful experiences that came—the Beloved Presences—the vistas of luminous Spirits! This was a state of Super-Consciousness; the awakening of faculties and perceptions before unknown, of being aware, almost without limitation: of KNOWING. Whatever is the nature and state of the real Ego this seemed as near to the Absolute as one could well conceive! There was so much of me! There was so little of me! There were so many and such surpassing Spirits! How one shrinks in the presence of the mighty ones! How one expands in the Knowledge of the Infinite: His Image!
Often in approaching a transcendent Light there would appear an atmosphere of ensphering tints—there would also seem to be a sphere of sound, of surpassing music. On being admitted to that sphere it would prove to be a group of spirits who thus in accord are Light and Harmony. Where one can enter such an “atmosphere” communing with such a group it is because one has need of and is in harmony with the spirits of that group.
Senses Merged in Perception
Objective scenes seemed ever to be adaptations to my state, and would often vanish as I became aware of the minds or spirits suggested by the scenes.
“All human sensations, as sight and hearing, are readily perceived by one awakening to spiritual states to be but manifestations of consciousness through the physical limitations to which the spirit in its mental states of earth becomes accustomed. But here all is merged in perception—where one perceives and understands,” thus said the Guide.
This added consciousness—uniting or releasing the faculties—is not all at once: I found myself thinking in the accustomed channels, in words as well as thoughts, listening for replies instead of knowing that the answer had been thought to me, really was there before I had questioned; of looking for beautiful forms and scenes instead of perceiving the Soul of Beauty which was (is) everywhere.
I became more and more aware that the whole of me, released from the fetters of the bodily senses, could perceive and receive more perfectly the answer to every question, even before its formulation in thought.
“Formulation is a process of limitation, sometimes of hindrance,” said the Guide. “A feeble comparison of what ‘perception’ really is may be found in an artist (of Earth) whose prepared mind (and therefore vision) sees the beauty in a landscape, a sunset sky that another sees not at all, or dimly. Prepared senses are the result of prepared minds, of being pervaded by the awareness of the Spirit,” said the Presence.
It is of little avail, however, to attempt to bring into outward forms of thought and expression the perceptions one is aware of while one is in that inner state, excepting that they relate to conditions under which those loved and loving ones in that state can reach and change for the better the sorrowing hearts in human life, the shadowed conditions of earth existence.
