The Land Of The Dead

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    Shiloh Za-Rah - Posted Oct 7th, 2012

    The Land of the Dead

    Introduction

    I am Tony B. and I am sharing this because of an incident which shall become apparent later in the story line.
    The heatwave of the new year transition 2005/2006 wrought havoc to my already tortured body; struck with a disability of motor balance, rendering walking extremely difficult.
    I developed symptoms of pneumonia in my left lung and found breathing exceedingly difficult.
    Then the lung infection migrated from the left lung tissue to its right counterpart, rendering me bedridden again. The slightest movement caused chest pains and then parts of my hands and legs developed numb spots, often cramping up and adding to the pain.
    Now whatever one might call ones innermost identity in one’s life, I shall call it soul. And my soul decided to escape this torturous situation and I experienced a form of OBE or Out-of-Body-Experience.

    Lucid Dreaming

    I am a lucid dreamer when I experience particular dreams; meaning that I know when I am dreaming. So I remember my dreams in knowing that I am bilocated in the dream state.
    I have often dreamt about the past, my working life, adventures and activities and peoples fully aware that I would wake up and find myself in my wretched physical circumstances once again.
    The intensity of my dreams relates to the easiness I walk, run and jump about in my dreams. This could be of course a compensation given to me by my soul, freed from the physical impairments during those occasions.

    As I was in the military (Air Force), once I dreamt of the marching drills and my going to the pub afterwards with my friends. Now I would often say to my friends in my dreams that I was dreaming this and that I would not know when I would simply disappear from Dreamland, corresponding with my awakening from the dream state.
    Yet there is a graduation of those dream states; say one's working life and memories, one's physical remembrances of a healthy body, one's family and friends and so on.
    The following is different and another reason why I am choosing to share this. There is normally a graduation of dream states into OBEs into comatose into death. This graduation engages the OBE in a more abrupt manner, say the white tunnel of light and the magnetic attractions experienced by the souls written about.
    Now I am not trying to be presumptuous here; but somehow I know that the following is what comes after the white tunnel. The transcension of the vortex of the magnetic source would actually transport the dying person into the Land of the Dead.


    The Land of the Dead

    I found myself in a natural setting of luscious trees, characterised by the shadow giving properties of the former. There were people lazing about everywhere, either strolling about or sitting in groups doing nothing in particular.

    Now it must be said that I was located in a specific area, and a setting which so should not be generalised; but there were no cars or traffic, but there were cottages nested amongst the ubiquitous majestic trees. Also whilst the place was swarming with peoples, those people were not eating, smoking or consuming anything. I saw no young children or old people either, the ages seemingly ranging from about 20 to 50.
    Ah another one of those dreams I said to myself; let’s explore the environment. My body was perfect once again and I could effortlessly move about.
    But something felt rather different from my previous experiences; I somehow knew that this place was a transition point, like an airport terminal and that I should ask some pertinent questions.

    There was one guy leaning against a post or something and I approached him.
    "Is this the Land of the Dead?", I asked.
    "Yes", he replied in a manner of matter of fact.
    "I had to ask", I said, "because I do not know how long I will be able to be here. I might suddenly disappear, because I am still alive on earth."

    He shook his head in disbelief and I felt that his understanding was that one either is alive on earth or dead there and not at two places at once.
    "Oh, I am so happy!", I exclaimed loudly moving on; knowing that I could now put my scientific mind into gear and explore the so called afterlife.
    First I went to a post and checked its solidity; it was solid with resistance just as on earth. I continued to stroll about observing the grouped people and approached a group of about 10 sitting and standing about a certain spot.
    There was a girl of about 20, whom I went to and took her hand and tried to pinch the skin on her wrist.

    "Does this hurt?", I asked her. She did not answer but I felt a kind of ignobility as having offended her. This changed suddenly however as our eyes met and we kissed spontaneously.
    "Ah so you liked that", I said. The group of about 10 also included what seemed to be two twin brothers in their 30's sitting on a bench about 2 metres apart. They had long protruding noses and their personal demeanor and attire induced me to ask them:
    "Bulgaria?"
    "Rafka(?) and this is our sister", they replied, pointing to the girl I had just interacted with.

    "How did you die?", I continued.
    "Ah, we were sitting in our house when a bomb hit".
    I wandered on now forming more concrete ideas as what to do or look for. I also began to think that I might have died on earth and that I now could stay here in the Land of the Dead without continuing my sufferings.

    Stool 408

    I strolled on and came onto another group of mostly youngish women.
    "You know about continents?", I enquired from them;
    "you know Africa, the Americas, Europe, Australia and Asia on earth. What is the geography here?"

    They mumbled a number of complicated names like zigibfilis, figoz.., ? Anyway I got the impression that this place was huge. I went on and asked a by passer:
    "How do I meet my daughter Deborah, who committed suicide on earth?"
    "Go to a receptionist desk", he replied, pointing to a pulpit-like wooden construction nearby. I went there and met a say 50 year old man.
    "Can you give me an express way to meet my daughter Debbie, please".
    "Sure wait for my call", he answered, and I noticed that a number of peoples were gathered waiting for their names to be called.
    But what a confused and chaotic setup I thought, it should be organized. They did not even ask me for my name.
    Yet, after only a short while I did not hear an audible, but a mental or holographic image voice:
    "Bermanseder".

    This was my name and I had not conveyed this name to the receptionist. So I went to the receptionist and he said to me:
    "She's working - Stool 408, not 48 but 4-0-8".
    "Thanking You", I said and continuing,
    "you know that I could just disappear from here. I am unsure if I am really dead or not on earth; but if I am alive on earth than this information about the Land of the Dead can help a lot of people down there."
    He looked at me and simply nodded approvingly,
    "indeed".

    He continued, addressing his motivation of being a receptionist:
    "Here I can talk to the doctor after leaving the consultancy room and I am appreciated, whilst before no one really cared".
    I left the receptionist and asked someone what a stool number was. The someone pointed at little wooden pegs, like street markers associated with the cottages in the Land of the Dead.

    So I went to one of those markers and it read 22. Now where do I go from here I pondered, when a most dreaded feeling invaded my soul space.
    I was still alive on earth and just about to wake up, before I could meet Debbie and further investigate the Land of the Dead.

    Tony Bermanseder, authenticated January 6/7, 2006.



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    {Deborah Martina Bermanseder * January 8th, 1982 (1.32 am, Brisbane, Australia) - December 8th, 2004}​

    PS.: Personal Analysis

    The reader should know, that normal social etiquette and conformities do not generally apply in either dream states or OBEs.
    Neither does logic as generally applied in the context of space and time. One must learn to think logically in a learning curve, rather similar to any good educational processes.

    My understanding of the subject matter from both the scientific, and the philosophical or spiritual perspective is that I found myself indeed at a junction point in the Land of the Dead.
    All people were very friendly where I found myself, characterised by a common consciousness, say the seeming lazing about.
    My daughter Debbie 'was working' and at a different location which I experienced; say the stool numbers at my location were around 22, whilst Debbie was at 408.
    The Bulgarians seemingly had not moved on from their sudden death when their earthly house was bombed. They were still sitting about, just being themselves.

    The groups of young women reminded me of earthly drug abusers and their respective peer groups.
    So I can see interwoven and graduating vibration levels without sickness, disability and a complete freedom of choice.
    All endeavor is completely left to the individual; subject to the individual's mental awareness and inquisitively.
    If one has a question, one simply asks at a receptionist desk, where the receptionist knows where to one should be directed to satisfy one's requests.
    I shall end here with the simple statement that many mourners and distressed people may find solace with respect to this shared experience.
    The reality of the soul is beyond question in my experience and the transient earthly body has a shadow counterpart, but DNA perfected - in the Land of the Dead.
    Love and Insights to All.
    Tony B.

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    Eulogy to Deborah Martina Bermanseder !

    To Our Darling GrandDaughter, Daughter, Sister and Friend!
    Nanna Sylvia's GreatGrandDaughter and Nanna Cynthia's GrandDaughter
    Now you find yourself where you said you wished to be;
    with Bob and Mary and your baby you now suddenly can see.
    So pretty and demure, a tender butterfly you've now become;
    your past sorrows and pains vanished, forgotten, all but done.

    Allow the love of your surroundings to give you mind of peace;
    like a snowhite dove, you have crossed the troubled seas.
    We are always with you dearest Debbie, time cannot hold;
    across the worlds of separation, we travel on ever so bold.

    To be in a body is not all there is for the spirit to know;
    the soul remembers its home, where it longs to be without a foe.
    The Living are Dead and the Dead are Alive, as Jesus said;
    so we all bid you Hello and not Farewell as words instead.

    Hello darling Debbie; we all love you and try to share your peace and joy!
    Dad, Mum, Richard, Christine, David, Adam, Cassie, Lynell, Gordon, Sandy and friends!

    {Composed by Dad Tony; December 19th, 2004 and iterated by Sister Cassie December 20th, 2004}

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    DE MORTUIS NIL NISI BONUM
    {Speak Nothing but Good of the Dead}

    Out in the graveyard;
    inscriptions, words and plaques, all withering away;
    like the flowers adorning them, so the dead do lay.
    Waiting and waiting for someone to remember them
    and not just in photoalbums or on the special days.

    Memorials are built, meaningless constructions - lest we forget!
    They all are forgotten, given time enough to sigh, to pass away.
    The living are so busy preparing for their own demise, to die.
    Little do they know, the busy ones, that the dead are still alive.

    They watch over the living ones, they do, from a place so far;
    yet so near they are, but why would they watch the way they do?
    To understand the mystery is the noble thing to do - a gallant quest.
    They wish to be remembered, to join in soul and mind , the body's zest.

    A marriage betwixt the dimensions, a holy union in heaven with hell.
    But can the fearful thoughts of the living see, their lovehearts tell?
    The living are like snowflakes, made of water, so unique one by one.
    But they melt away, to be fluid again - into the one great ocean, gone!

    The dead are all one in the great seas, waiting to crystallise again in two.
    To wake up to a new life again, as a snowflake-twin, asking: 'Love me too!'
    Eternal life awaits the living, could they only reply to the dead's request.
    But the alive ones linger and doubt, in vanity do they live their only quest.

    SIC TRANSIT GLORIA MUNDI
    {Thus passes away the glory of the world}
     
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    Revelation 14 (King James Version)
    13And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them.

    1 Corinthians 15 (King James Version)
    1Moreover, brethren, I declare unto you the gospel which I preached unto you, which also ye have received, and wherein ye stand;
    2By which also ye are saved, if ye keep in memory what I preached unto you, unless ye have believed in vain.
    3For I delivered unto you first of all that which I also received, how that Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures;
    4And that he was buried, and that he rose again the third day according to the scriptures:
    5And that he was seen of Cephas, then of the twelve:
    6After that, he was seen of above five hundred brethren at once; of whom the greater part remain unto this present, but some are fallen asleep.
    7After that, he was seen of James; then of all the apostles.
    8And last of all he was seen of me also, as of one born out of due time.
    9For I am the least of the apostles, that am not meet to be called an apostle, because I persecuted the church of God.
    10But by the grace of God I am what I am: and his grace which was bestowed upon me was not in vain; but I laboured more abundantly than they all: yet not I, but the grace of God which was with me.
    11Therefore whether it were I or they, so we preach, and so ye believed.
    12Now if Christ be preached that he rose from the dead, how say some among you that there is no resurrection of the dead?
    13But if there be no resurrection of the dead, then is Christ not risen:
    14And if Christ be not risen, then is our preaching vain, and your faith is also vain.
    15Yea, and we are found false witnesses of God; because we have testified of God that he raised up Christ: whom he raised not up, if so be that the dead rise not.
    16For if the dead rise not, then is not Christ raised:
    17And if Christ be not raised, your faith is vain; ye are yet in your sins.
    18Then they also which are fallen asleep in Christ are perished.
    19If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable.
    20But now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the firstfruits of them that slept.
    21For since by man came death, by man came also the resurrection of the dead.
    22For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive.
    23But every man in his own order: Christ the firstfruits; afterward they that are Christ's at his coming.
    24Then cometh the end, when he shall have delivered up the kingdom to God, even the Father; when he shall have put down all rule and all authority and power.
    25For he must reign, till he hath put all enemies under his feet.
    26The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.
    27For he hath put all things under his feet. But when he saith all things are put under him, it is manifest that he is excepted, which did put all things under him.
    28And when all things shall be subdued unto him, then shall the Son also himself be subject unto him that put all things under him, that God may be all in all.
    29Else what shall they do which are baptized for the dead, if the dead rise not at all? why are they then baptized for the dead?
    30And why stand we in jeopardy every hour?
    31I protest by your rejoicing which I have in Christ Jesus our Lord, I die daily.
    32If after the manner of men I have fought with beasts at Ephesus, what advantageth it me, if the dead rise not? let us eat and drink; for to morrow we die.
    33Be not deceived: evil communications corrupt good manners.
    34Awake to righteousness, and sin not; for some have not the knowledge of God: I speak this to your shame.
    35But some man will say, How are the dead raised up? and with what body do they come?
    36Thou fool, that which thou sowest is not quickened, except it die:
    37And that which thou sowest, thou sowest not that body that shall be, but bare grain, it may chance of wheat, or of some other grain:
    38But God giveth it a body as it hath pleased him, and to every seed his own body.
    39All flesh is not the same flesh: but there is one kind of flesh of men, another flesh of beasts, another of fishes, and another of birds.
    40There are also celestial bodies, and bodies terrestrial: but the glory of the celestial is one, and the glory of the terrestrial is another.
    41There is one glory of the sun, and another glory of the moon, and another glory of the stars: for one star differeth from another star in glory.
    42So also is the resurrection of the dead. It is sown in corruption; it is raised in incorruption:
    43It is sown in dishonour; it is raised in glory: it is sown in weakness; it is raised in power:
    44It is sown a natural body; it is raised a spiritual body. There is a natural body, and there is a spiritual body.
    45And so it is written, The first man Adam was made a living soul; the last Adam was made a quickening spirit.
    46Howbeit that was not first which is spiritual, but that which is natural; and afterward that which is spiritual.
    47The first man is of the earth, earthy; the second man is the Lord from heaven.
    48As is the earthy, such are they also that are earthy: and as is the heavenly, such are they also that are heavenly.
    49And as we have borne the image of the earthy, we shall also bear the image of the heavenly.
    50Now this I say, brethren, that flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God; neither doth corruption inherit incorruption.
    51Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed,
    52In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.
    53For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality.
    54So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory.
    55O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
    56The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law.
    57But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
    58Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.


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    Tonyblue in the Amen of the Logos of all Worlds; Good Friday, April 22nd, 2011
     

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