Monday, July 9, 2012

COMMUNICATION WITH THE "DEAD"

Is it possible to communicate with those who have passed on into the next world? Extremists on one side say dogmatically that it is absolutely impossible to do so. Enthusiasts on the other side claim that their deceased friends direct their actions. The truth is that communication does take place, but that the wise dead understand the necessity of our exercising our own power of choice and do not intrude. But they do often come to our aid.

If you wish to investigate psychic things, do so thoroughly and scientifically. The chief objection to running after mediums is that it may become a running away from the responsibilities of this life. Thus seeking mediums becomes what is called in psychology an escape mechanism. Your business is to face up to your problems and to try to solve them.

There is a truly spiritual mode of communication from which nothing but good can come. It is this: Sit down quietly and remind yourself that the one God is Omnipresent. Then reflect that your real self is in the Presence of God now, and that the real self of your loved one is also in the Presence of God. Do this for a few minutes every day, and sooner or later you will get a sense of communication.  (Emmet Fox)

THE GOD GAMES: Heaven & Hell...Chapter 39...Heaven Again!!                                                        
I thanked heavenly father and heavenly mother for watching over me through all of my many life games and told them that I would always remember them and visit them often. I offered to clean up the house but they said that would not be necessary, as with a single thought the room would be back to normal. Even as they said those words the room righted itself and all remnants of the party had vanished. They encouraged me to rest and try not to think too much about what the next period would bring. I lay back on a recliner and was soon sound asleep.

I awoke to mother's gentle voice saying, "Ann, Ann, it's time to get up. Ed has arrived and is in the living room."

"Oh, thank you, mother, I will get right up. Please tell Ed that I will be right out."

I began to wash up and comb my hair, then put on a golden robe edged with pearls that had been left out for me. I walked out into the living room and there was Ed looking magnificent in dark blue robes with gold trim.

"Good morning sleepyhead, do you feel rested now?" asked Ed.

"I do feel well honey, thank you for coming and getting me. What do we have in store for us today?"

"First, we will go to the Revisiting-Your-Life-Game Building and you will be going over and judging this last life game. Then we will go out to a special buffet for lunch, and then we will be going to an Edvard Grieg concert this evening.

"Does that sound good to you, or does that seem like too much to do right away?"

"I am concerned about going to the Revisiting-Your-Life-Game Building but I am sure that I have nothing to fear there. As for the buffet and concert, I can hardly wait!"

Mother interjected her presence for a moment to tell me that she had laid out some breakfast for us in the dining room and wished me a good day today, then she disappeared leaving us alone.

We sat down and had a breakfast of mangoes, bananas, and bran muffins washed down with delicious, rich, hot chocolate. When we finished, I just thought about it and the room was cleared of dishes.

Now that I had fussed around enough, Ed looked at me and said, "It's time to go Ann."

We walked out the front door and walked the path to the golden road into the University District. When we reached the golden road it was covered with people all going toward the Universities, they were a happy, laughing crowd discussing ideas and the foibles of their various University professors. We joined in with the happy throng and made our way slowly towards our destination.

We came over a small hill and saw in the near distance an imposing white marble building with a golden roof. All around the building were beautiful gardens and I could see a herd of deer on the lawns behind the building. It was so beautiful that my fears were washed away. I squeezed Ed's hand and then held on tight. Would I have won my game? What procedure would I follow to find out my answers?

As we came up to the steps of the Revisiting-Your-Life-Game Building, I suddenly spotted Glenna waiting for us. She reached for my hands and told me not to be afraid that both she and Ed would be allowed to remain with me throughout the whole process of revisiting my life game.

Ed motioned for us to follow him and he opened the large oak doors into the Revisiting-Your-Life-Game Building.
                                                  
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Ann is now back in Heaven seeking to know if she has won her life game and I have come to the end of what I have so far completed of the book, but the conclusion will be written for you as soon as it becomes available. In short, Ann will travel through the three tiers of Heaven: the work tier, the enjoyment tier, and the creation tier where they give up their egos, become one with ONE, and then are given jobs as Energynauts. An Energynaut works for ONE by going throughout the Cosmos and listening to the prayers of ONE's children. They go to various planets in the Cosmos and help to answer the inhabitant energy-form's prayers.

The second book in the Trilogy is the Legend of Kor, and follows the energynauts, Tom, Ed, Ann, and Glenna in their first adventure for ONE.

THE GOD GAMES: Legend of Kor, is Avatar meets the Holocaust. It tells the science fiction story of four energynauts sent by ONE to listen to the prayers of the citizens on the Planet Kor-and help answer their prayers-who need to be rescued from the egomaniacal dictator, Gog, who has issued an edict to exterminate all of the orange Wales and make slaves of the lavender Vouns and Blue Emons.


Tomorrow we begin to read, THE GOD GAMES: Legend of Kor...                                                  
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