A while ago, I wrote a blog
about my dreams. Just in case anyone’s confused, they weren’t dreams about scoring a Premiership goal or going to bed with Princess Leia. Instead, they were dreams which seemed to have been designed to help me stop being violent, constructed to stop me reacting violently when being teased, annoyed or intimidated. I realised, as a result of those dreams, that I should think; ‘are my actions making the situation better or worse?’ If someone says something rude to me, then me grabbing them and throwing them against a wall (in my dreams, mark; I don’t do that in real life) will have only made things worse. I might feel justified
in doing it but that’s irrelevant. All I’ve done is changed the world from one rude person (him) to one rude person (him) and one violent person (me), which is a clear step down. That doesn’t help the world at all.
Since that blog article, I haven’t written anything more about my dreams but earlier this year, I experienced a particularly significant dream and that is the subject of this article.
Four months ago, while I was asleep in bed, my sleeping mind became aware of that I was in a pitch-black, empty place and that someone else’s spirit was close to me. In fact, that spirit-individual had somehow come to me and was holding me tightly. I initially thought that it was some kind of attack and wrestled with this visitor. The visitor appeared dark and shadowy. He (for he felt masculine) was shaped like a person but he had no face. His arms were strange; it was as if dark smoke was constantly rising off them, like a strange sort of fire with only the dimmest of dark blue flames. I continued to wrestle with this dark visitor. I became angry and defiant and demanded that he yield. Then, I had a sudden moment of awareness of what I was doing. I had his arm in a lock and I immediately released it. I held his arm and shoulder in a friendly way and I said ‘let’s stop this. It is stupid. I don’t want to fight with you. We can be friends. Why are you here? You don’t have to do this. What is the matter?’
He immediately calmed down and I felt him speak (I did not hear physical words but perceived his ‘intent to produce words’, if that makes any sense). He thought-said ‘I’m afraid of that.’ Along with that sentence, he somehow drew my attention to something in the distance. I looked in the direction he indicated and saw a small, bright circle of light in the darkness, the size of a coin held at arm’s length. I immediately smiled and said to him ‘oh, don’t worry about that
; that’s a great place!’ To prove my point, I moved myself towards the light. I rushed towards it very quickly (which was fun! It was a bit like being ‘Billy Whizz’ from ‘the Beano’ comic). I reached the circle of light. Up close, the circle of light was larger and I could see that it led into a another place, a bright and calm place. I went in that place and grabbed a statue that was standing there, on the floor. I think I even shaped the statue into something I thought would be appealing. I picked it up and left the bright place with it. I went back into the dark void, leaving the circle of light and returned to where my visitor was waiting. I gave him the statue and said; "See, that place on the other side of the circle of light isn't a bad place. There’s nothing to be afraid of, it contains lovely things like this statue." My visitor seemed relieved by this demonstration.
At that moment, I woke up, The phone was ringing. I did not answer it, as I assumed it was someone from North America phoning but who had forgotten about the time difference. Ten minutes later, I fell back asleep.
I had another dream. In this second dream, my visitor was there again but the world around us was mid-grey, not black. My visitor was more normal looking, calm and clearly a young human male. Also, the circle of light we had both seen previously had changed. It was no longer a small disc in the distance. Instead, it was large, like a doorway six feet away. There were people on the threshold of this circle-of-light-doorway, their bodies soft-white and glowing. They were friendly and they waved to me. I enthusiastically greeted at least one of them. I could tell that my visitor was no longer afraid. He had accepted that the doorway was there for him. I think he may have drawn me back to that place to thank me for helping him, even though I had dumbly wrestled with him earlier, when all he was seeking was help and support from me. D’oh! (As for me stealing property from the place beyond the circle of light, I think it's best to skip that matter entirely). Regardless, I was very happy to see my friend relaxed. I waved farewell and returned to slumber.
This was, as you can tell, a pretty eventful night's sleep. The normal thing to do, when thinking about these two consecutive dreams, would be to categorise them as strange, memorable dreams and nothing more. It's worth noting that I have never had dreams like those before, or since, and they are as strong in my memory as any other memory I have ever had. But there is one aspect of the experience which puts them in a very different light, so to speak. It was to do with the interruption.
The phone call that woke me up from the first dream was not a friend or relative phoning from North America. It was my elder nephew trying to tell me that my younger nephew had collapsed in their home, that he was unconscious and that his heart had stopped. They had been working for ten minutes to massage his heart back into action and had finally succeeded. The ambulance had just arrived to take him to intensive care.
James never regained consciousness. The major artery at the base of his brain had ruptured. Although they got his heart running again, his brain had suffered massive trauma, making a conscious state impossible. He was declared dead a day later.
James was nineteen when he died. He is dearly missed.
I thought for a long time about whether or not to openly talk about this dream experience in an article. I was very concerned that it would inappropriate, that I would be sullying the memory of a terrible event with this article, but I think now that it’s important that I do
talk about it. If the ideas in my book ‘How science shows...
’ are correct, then science shows us that we are non-physical minds that temporarily inhabit physical bodies. We positively influence our bodies to enable life to function, before finally returning, at death, to another place outside of physical reality. Dr Kenneth Ring’s book ‘Heading towards Omega’, as well as Dr Pim Van Lommel’s book ‘Consciousness beyond Life’, agree with this idea. They both focus on showing, with exhaustive evidence, that when we physically die, our minds do leave our bodies. Dr Ring's book also explores a very difficult but important emotional situation, that when a person dies and has a near (or more accurately temporary) death experience, their emotional view of death is transformed. In that experience, they directly perceive the fact that death is simply a transition to a much better place. They know that it is simply a transition, rather than a terrible, dark end. These people state that life is a difficult challenge, but it is one that needs to be performed, and death is simply a return to the wonderful realm we all inhabited before we began our current physical lives.
It is still perfectly possible that my two dreams were concoctions and that their timing was simply a very big coincidence, but it seems astonishing to conclude that it was just blind luck that the only time I ever had a dream about helping someone to the Afterlife occurred during the very hour when a close relative died.
If my experience was more than just a coincidence (and I personally believe it was) then I think it is a wake-up call to our understanding of life and death, for it shows that the views of our scientific establishment and religions are completely wrong. What's worse, the collective efforts of these establishments over the last two millennia to make us believe these things that simply aren't true has, I think, crippled our perception of who we are and why we're here.
Civilisation has given us many benefits but it is, at its heart, a brutal parasite feeding off the natural world. Its products - monoculture crops, sugar, alcohol, pollution, material wealth and inequality - may enable very large numbers of people to live but according to many studies, those people are miserable and ill compared to their hunter-gather forebears. We are in a system that encourages us all to take stimulants (caffeine), tranquilisers (alcohol) and bombards us with addictive distractions, while at the same time banning mind expanding drugs, even when taken with experienced, skilled, medical assistance. Such a programme has, I think, turned the human race into drugged drones. It is a foul, crap system and our planet is falling apart as a result.
It is very interesting to note, on this subject, that several stories from the very beginning of civilisation, that once banned and almost eradicated by the Catholic Church, are now available to read again. One of them, the Apocryphon of John, has a lot to say about the bringers of civilisation (the archons) and their relationship with the human race. In one section, where John talks to Jesus, it reports:
“I said to the saviour, "Lord, was it not the serpent that taught Adam to eat?" The saviour smiled and said, "The serpent taught them to eat from wickedness of begetting, lust, and destruction, that Adam might be useful to him. But Adam knew that he was disobedient to the chief archon due to light of the Epinoia (gnosis) which was in him, which made him more correct in his thinking than the chief archon. The chief archon wanted to bring about the power which he himself had given Adam. And so he brought a forgetfulness over Adam.
And I said to the saviour, "What is the forgetfulness?" And he said; "It is not the way Moses wrote. For he said in his first book, 'He put Adam to sleep' (Genesis 2:21), but it was in Adam’s perception. For also he said through the prophet, 'I will make their hearts heavy, that they may not pay attention and may not see' (Isiah 6:10).”
I have a strong suspicion that we are being kept in the dark and that we are sleep-walking into destruction; It’s high time we woke up.