Re-posted from 21st Century Screenshots news blog on 10.30.2012
One observer described the emerging aftermath of Hurricane Sandy as looking like “a war zone.” Photos and video now pouring onto the web tell the heartbreaking story of the scope and magnitude of Hurricane Sandy’s wrath and destructive power. Tentative early estimates of overall storm damage costs run into the high tens of billions of dollars for starters.
The jarring snapshot of New York City’s fleet of well known yellow cabs sitting in standing water up to their headlights was particularly striking. [ See photos below. ] The entire front half of a large apartment building in NYC sheered off and crashed to the street, exposing the interiors of the apartment units. NYC city officials received more than 7,000 reports of downed trees. NYC residents wandering the streets to survey the damage have queried “Weather Channel” news reporters asking them when the NYC buses and subways will open again. The reporters had no answers for them, obviously.
In Union City New Jersey a two story house perches raggedly after being split in half. The entire right side of it was sheared away in an instant by the hurricane storm surge.
More than 88.2 million people may still be without electricity on the upper east coast in New Jersey, New York State, Pennsylvania, Virginia, Rhode Island, Delaware, New York State and New England. Power may not be restored in many regions for more than a week. In Rhode Island entire beach houses were washed away and disappeared into piles of rubble during the storm. 43 feet of Rhode Island coastline vanished completely during the storm. It’s gone. 73% of Maryland residents are without electric power. 1.1 million are without power in Pennsylvania. In Appalachia severe snow storms have brought a blanket of white to mountain regions weeks ahead of when heavy snows would usually begin. More than 2 feet of snow has fallen in parts of West Virginia.
Rivers on the upper east coast are cresting at anywhere from 8 to 14 feet above flood stage. As I compile this post flood water and sand is still pouring into city blocks in Atlantic City which are well away from the oceanfront. Many buildings on the Atlantic City oceanfront boardwalk have been utterly destroyed. Others have huge holes blown through them where flood waters surged in when the Sandy made landfall. Fires from exploding electrical transformers broke out in many regions. More than 80 homes burned to ash in Queens NYC, an entire city block.
Criminal courts in NYC will be closed on Wednesday October 31st. Mayor Bloomberg is asking all NYC city workers to report for work if they are able to get there. They are needed. Schools remain closed in NYC. Schools will re-open in Washington D.C. on Wednesday October 31st. The Weather Channel reports that JFK Airport will be open to incoming flights tomorrow on October 31st. All other NYC airports are presently flooded out with extensive wind and water damage. Flood waters have poured into the NYC subway system. NYC subways are closed. There is limited if any taxi service. La Guardia airport is still closed and will remain closed tomorrow.
The storm’s effects are being felt all the way to Chicago as gale force winds and pummeling rain extend well into the upper Midwest. 20 foot high waves are crashing onto the shores of Lake Michigan today. As far west as Indiana thousands are still without power. Hundreds of homes on the east coast have been literally swept off their foundations.
The storm’s damage is so widespread and extensive it’s difficult to grasp it fully right at this moment. I will let the collected photos tell the story. Many of these will be re-published in video form later this week. This hurricane Sandy photo page will be updated all week.
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Essay authored by Cherokee Shaman Chase Kyla Hunter [ a pen name ] on 3.7.2012 with updated additional historical material on 10.20.2012.
[ Preface: I’ve been a student of the Urantia Book for nearly 30 years and I know the papers well. I have always known the day would come when archeological evidence was discovered which would begin to corroborate what the papers have said all along – that human civilization goes back nearly a half million years or more. The most recent discovery out of Kurdistan pushes back the official date of human settlements another 6,000 years.
Likewise, undersea archeologists have recently discovered the ruins of two different ancient cities on the sea floor off the southwest coast of India. These ruins are reputed to be more than 32,000 years old. Ancient history researcher Graham Hancock discusses the incredible discovery during a recent History Channel interview:
But know also that there will be many more digs unearthed in the next twenty years which will reveal even more far ancient human settlements. Historians and archaeologists will either throw up their hands in despair, find another profession, or re-discover their own deepest integrity and continually re-dedicate themselves to the publishing of the truth as it is unearthed – literally. There will be no other option. The search for truth on this world about ancient human origins will ultimately require the dedicated cooperation of historians, religionists, pastors, anthropologists, archaeologists, and even forensic scientists and geneticists. This quest should be the “Call of the Ages” for humankind in the next 40 years. Nothing else matters as much here and now than understanding our own lost past. If we don’t remember who we are, we will never be able to face the problems on this world in the present and in the far distant future with the inner resources and insight to solve them and prevail as a species. ]
This video below [ with Chinese language sub-titles ] receives my citizen journalism “Video of the Month” award for March 2012.
The video covers a broad range of topics, but what’s noteworthy is the information about a recent archeological discovery in Kurdistan of remains of a civilization more than 12,000 years old, older than any Sumerian era site in the Mideast. This discovery pushes back the official date of the advent of human civilization by another 6,000 years, corroborating certain papers presented in The Urantia Book which reveal that the very first human settlement on earth was established nearly 500,000 years ago, in the far distant past of Mesopotamia, at the headwaters of the Persian Gulf.
The archeological discovery of a 12,000 year old human settlement in Kurdistan proves that our present understanding of the age of human civilization is in error. The discovery provides more hard scientific evidence that the origins of human civilization are much older than previously determined. History authors may find that they will be re-writing the history books repeatedly in the next 20 years as more significant archeological finds push back the dating system for the ancestry of modern human civilization.
Before I set forth this next paragraph please allow me to reassure readers that I am not only a Bible studying modern Christian, but a passionate follower of science, astronomy, anthropology, and archeology. I find no conflict whatsoever between the study of science and the practice of religion and faith in God.
One of the most tragic mistakes made by modern Christendom has been the erroneous dating of the history of human civilization and the age of the earth based on primitive Old Testament accounts of the history of humanity from the Book of Genesis. We no longer practice medicine as they did in the middle ages, using “blood-letting” as a primary medical treatment for ailments. Neither do we build homes as they did in 300 B.C. But many modern Christians are still trying to date the age of the earth and humanity by the records of the Old Testament, specifically the Book of Genesis, and this error has created havoc in modern Christian churches, driving away millions of would-be Christians among bright scientifically minded young people, who simply know better than to believe that the earth was created in 6 days and is only 6,000 years old.
I have believed all my life that the Urantia Book was given to humankind in an attempt to correct the many tragic errors of the past regarding human record-keeping and the actual age of human civilization. When the Royal Library of Alexandria was burned to the ground in the first century A.D. all records of the most ancient human settlements in the world, which originated in ancient Mesopotamia, going back nearly 500,000 years, disappeared for all time. This unprecedented tragedy in human record-keeping altered humanity’s understanding of their own deep history, and changed humanity’s future forever.
A sentient species can have no possible idea of where they are going if they forget or erase the records of where they have already been. But that is exactly what has happened in human history repeatedly in the past 500,000 years as periodic re-occurring cataclysms erased entire civilizations, inducing trauma and species-wide amnesia into the stream of human history, and altering our understanding of our own far distant past. The Urantia Book was given to humankind for many reasons, and just one of them involves restoring the most ancient records of the history of human settlements, racial origins and migrations, civilizations and the history and evolution of human religion. It was intended that the Urantia Papers would be studied and cross-referenced with traditional Christian theology in order to enlighten and uplift human understanding of both the ancient origins of humankind, and the evolution of human religion itself.
It was never intended that The Urantia Book would become an object of ridicule, fear, loathing and hatred by most modern Christian ministers, but, adding train wreck to tragedy, that is exactly what has happened. This must change or humanity will never make the transition from ignorance to intelligent understanding in time to stay abreast of the great swing of the Cosmos into the next era of Light and Life upon this world.
Discoveries continue to be made which corroborate facts presented in the Urantia papers. I believe that the hand of God is in many of these new archaeological discoveries. Christian ministers make a fatal mistake when they demonize the historical material presented in the Urantia Papers and refuse to reconcile their study of the Christian Holy Bible with the Urantia Book. I have been cross-referencing my own KJV Holy Bible with the Urantia Book for more than 30 years now, personally guided by the Holy Spirit the entire time. The book was given to our world for deep and complex spiritual reasons, many of which won’t be revealed for decades to come. NOW is the time to set aside fear, ignorance, prejudice and outdated dogma and begin to learn anew what many of our ancient ancestors held sacred for ages before we were born. The original ancient Divine Mandate for planet earth which originated 500,000 years ago in Mesopotamia can still be restored in time, but a massive spiritual re-education effort for the entire world population must begin first.
Exploring the contents of the Urantia Book has been an illuminating and exciting journey for me, to say the least. If other Christian leaders would set aside their fears and begin an urgent and vigorous examination of the cosmic facts presented by The Urantia Book then our present understanding of our own deep past could quickly be illuminated and the ongoing tragedy of human religious ignorance could finally begin to come to an end. I cannot stress enough how urgent this issue is at this time.
I will continue to post scientific, astronomical, archeological, and anthropological material which both confirms and illuminates our understanding of traditional biblical scripture, and corroborates new facts about human history which are presented in the Urantia Book papers.
Chase Kyla Hunter updated on 10.15.2012
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“The third angel poured out his bowl on the rivers and springs of water, and they became blood.” – Revelation 16:4
It’s a disconcerting natural phenomenon that is being documented around the world, and it has been happening for several years. It’s also a biblical phenomena that most Christians are familiar with being prophesied in the Bible. The most recent body of water to suddenly turn bright blood red is a large lake located in the Rhone Delta region in France.
The phenomenon was discovered and photographed and by Russian tourists traveling in the region, who took the photos below. Click any photo to see the enlargement.
The most peculiar thing about France’s suddenly blood red lake is that other bodies of water which are nearby remain completely normal and are unaffected. What’s more, red bodies of water and red rivers are appearing all over the world, and they have been for several years now. It even rained red water in India recently.
Is it a phytoplankton bloom, excess minerals and salt, an algae bloom, or is it really bible prophecy fulfilled? The scientific explanation for the blood red lake in France is an excess of salt. Other manifestations of red water in other parts of the world have yet to be fully explained by science. Each case is different. The re-occurring natural phenomenon of bodies of water turning red around the world seems oddly timed and concurrent with many other “end-times” prophecies and phenomenon.
I find in all of this irrefutable evidence of not only the Providence of God, but the all knowing and far seeing nature of His Presence as well. There is no explanation which can ever be given which can explain away the Bible prophecies from centuries ago which predicted this end times phenomenon, even though in modern times it does have a scientific explanation. Science has to stop and ponder that God pre-knew that bodies of water would turn blood red with increasing frequency during the early years of the 21st century, and directed His prophets to record certain passages in scripture which refer to this incredible end times phenomenon.
Below is a list of locations around the world where the water has turned bright blood red in recent years:
Yangtze River China
Rhone Delta France
Russia, Ukraine, Sea of Azov
On Friday, August 10, 2012, the waters of a lake in The Camargue, a marshy area in the Rhone delta, turned “blood red.” The scene certainly baffled holiday makers. The strange thing about it is lakes on the left and right of the red lake are absolutely as you’d expect with them to be, with normal water.
Some say the French lake runs red with… salt? Maybe so, but what about all the other lakes, river, waterfalls, streams, ponds, and reservoirs without salt that are turning red around the world with some regularity now – and don’t forget the red rain in India.
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This article re-posted below is now taking the world by storm. It first appeared in The Daily Beast news blog and crossed my desk about a week ago. I am re-posting it for guests and subscribers below. You can read and research the near-death experiences recorded from thousands people all around the world, in dozens of different countries and from many diverse religious backgrounds at http://nderf.org
See the original article at http://www.thedailybeast.com/newsweek/2012/10/07/proof-of-heaven-a-doctor-s-experience-with-the-afterlife.html
“She looked at me with a look that, if you saw it for five seconds, would make your whole life up to that point worth living, no matter what had happened in it so far…. without using any words, she spoke to me. The message went through me like a wind, and I instantly understood that it was true. I knew so in the same way that I knew that the world around us was real—was not some fantasy, passing and insubstantial.”
Oct 8, 2012 1:00 AM EDT
When a neurosurgeon found himself in a coma, he experienced things he never thought possible—a journey to the afterlife.
As a neurosurgeon, I did not believe in the phenomenon of near-death experiences. I grew up in a scientific world, the son of a neurosurgeon. I followed my father’s path and became an academic neurosurgeon, teaching at Harvard Medical School and other universities. I understand what happens to the brain when people are near death, and I had always believed there were good scientific explanations for the heavenly out-of-body journeys described by those who narrowly escaped death.
The brain is an astonishingly sophisticated but extremely delicate mechanism. Reduce the amount of oxygen it receives by the smallest amount and it will react. It was no big surprise that people who had undergone severe trauma would return from their experiences with strange stories. But that didn’t mean they had journeyed anywhere real.
Although I considered myself a faithful Christian, I was so more in name than in actual belief. I didn’t begrudge those who wanted to believe that Jesus was more than simply a good man who had suffered at the hands of the world. I sympathized deeply with those who wanted to believe that there was a God somewhere out there who loved us unconditionally. In fact, I envied such people the security that those beliefs no doubt provided. But as a scientist, I simply knew better than to believe them myself.
In the fall of 2008, however, after seven days in a coma during which the human part of my brain, the neocortex, was inactivated, I experienced something so profound that it gave me a scientific reason to believe in consciousness after death.
I know how pronouncements like mine sound to skeptics, so I will tell my story with the logic and language of the scientist I am.
Very early one morning four years ago, I awoke with an extremely intense headache. Within hours, my entire cortex—the part of the brain that controls thought and emotion and that in essence makes us human—had shut down. Doctors at Lynchburg General Hospital in Virginia, a hospital where I myself worked as a neurosurgeon, determined that I had somehow contracted a very rare bacterial meningitis that mostly attacks newborns. E. coli bacteria had penetrated my cerebrospinal fluid and were eating my brain.
When I entered the emergency room that morning, my chances of survival in anything beyond a vegetative state were already low. They soon sank to near nonexistent. For seven days I lay in a deep coma, my body unresponsive, my higher-order brain functions totally offline.
Then, on the morning of my seventh day in the hospital, as my doctors weighed whether to discontinue treatment, my eyes popped open.
There is no scientific explanation for the fact that while my body lay in coma, my mind—my conscious, inner self—was alive and well. While the neurons of my cortex were stunned to complete inactivity by the bacteria that had attacked them, my brain-free consciousness journeyed to another, larger dimension of the universe: a dimension I’d never dreamed existed and which the old, pre-coma me would have been more than happy to explain was a simple impossibility.
But that dimension—in rough outline, the same one described by countless subjects of near-death experiences and other mystical states—is there. It exists, and what I saw and learned there has placed me quite literally in a new world: a world where we are much more than our brains and bodies, and where death is not the end of consciousness but rather a chapter in a vast, and incalculably positive, journey.
I’m not the first person to have discovered evidence that consciousness exists beyond the body. Brief, wonderful glimpses of this realm are as old as human history. But as far as I know, no one before me has ever traveled to this dimension (a) while their cortex was completely shut down, and (b) while their body was under minute medical observation, as mine was for the full seven days of my coma.
All the chief arguments against near-death experiences suggest that these experiences are the results of minimal, transient, or partial malfunctioning of the cortex. My near-death experience, however, took place not while my cortex was malfunctioning, but while it was simply off. This is clear from the severity and duration of my meningitis, and from the global cortical involvement documented by CT scans and neurological examinations. According to current medical understanding of the brain and mind, there is absolutely no way that I could have experienced even a dim and limited consciousness during my time in the coma, much less the hyper-vivid and completely coherent odyssey I underwent.
It took me months to come to terms with what happened to me. Not just the medical impossibility that I had been conscious during my coma, but—more importantly—the things that happened during that time. Toward the beginning of my adventure, I was in a place of clouds. Big, puffy, pink-white ones that showed up sharply against the deep blue-black sky.
Higher than the clouds—immeasurably higher—flocks of transparent, shimmering beings arced across the sky, leaving long, streamerlike lines behind them.
Birds? Angels? These words registered later, when I was writing down my recollections. But neither of these words do justice to the beings themselves, which were quite simply different from anything I have known on this planet. They were more advanced. Higher forms.
A sound, huge and booming like a glorious chant, came down from above, and I wondered if the winged beings were producing it. Again, thinking about it later, it occurred to me that the joy of these creatures, as they soared along, was such that they had to make this noise—that if the joy didn’t come out of them this way then they would simply not otherwise be able to contain it. The sound was palpable and almost material, like a rain that you can feel on your skin but doesn’t get you wet.
Seeing and hearing were not separate in this place where I now was. I could hear the visual beauty of the silvery bodies of those scintillating beings above, and I could see the surging, joyful perfection of what they sang. It seemed that you could not look at or listen to anything in this world without becoming a part of it—without joining with it in some mysterious way. Again, from my present perspective, I would suggest that you couldn’t look at anything in that world at all, for the word “at” itself implies a separation that did not exist there. Everything was distinct, yet everything was also a part of everything else, like the rich and intermingled designs on a Persian carpet … or a butterfly’s wing.
It gets stranger still. For most of my journey, someone else was with me. A woman. She was young, and I remember what she looked like in complete detail. She had high cheekbones and deep-blue eyes. Golden brown tresses framed her lovely face. When first I saw her, we were riding along together on an intricately patterned surface, which after a moment I recognized as the wing of a butterfly. In fact, millions of butterflies were all around us—vast fluttering waves of them, dipping down into the woods and coming back up around us again. It was a river of life and color, moving through the air. The woman’s outfit was simple, like a peasant’s, but its colors—powder blue, indigo, and pastel orange-peach—had the same overwhelming, super-vivid aliveness that everything else had. She looked at me with a look that, if you saw it for five seconds, would make your whole life up to that point worth living, no matter what had happened in it so far. It was not a romantic look. It was not a look of friendship. It was a look that was somehow beyond all these, beyond all the different compartments of love we have down here on earth. It was something higher, holding all those other kinds of love within itself while at the same time being much bigger than all of them.
Without using any words, she spoke to me. The message went through me like a wind, and I instantly understood that it was true. I knew so in the same way that I knew that the world around us was real—was not some fantasy, passing and insubstantial.
The message had three parts, and if I had to translate them into earthly language, I’d say they ran something like this:
“You are loved and cherished, dearly, forever.”
“You have nothing to fear.”
“There is nothing you can do wrong.”
The message flooded me with a vast and crazy sensation of relief. It was like being handed the rules to a game I’d been playing all my life without ever fully understanding it.
“We will show you many things here,” the woman said, again, without actually using these words but by driving their conceptual essence directly into me. “But eventually, you will go back.”
To this, I had only one question.
A warm wind blew through, like the kind that spring up on the most perfect summer days, tossing the leaves of the trees and flowing past like heavenly water. A divine breeze. It changed everything, shifting the world around me into an even higher octave, a higher vibration.
Although I still had little language function, at least as we think of it on earth, I began wordlessly putting questions to this wind, and to the divine being that I sensed at work behind or within it.
Where is this place?
Who am I?
Why am I here?
Each time I silently put one of these questions out, the answer came instantly in an explosion of light, color, love, and beauty that blew through me like a crashing wave. What was important about these blasts was that they didn’t simply silence my questions by overwhelming them. They answered them, but in a way that bypassed language. Thoughts entered me directly. But it wasn’t thought like we experience on earth. It wasn’t vague, immaterial, or abstract. These thoughts were solid and immediate—hotter than fire and wetter than water—and as I received them I was able to instantly and effortlessly understand concepts that would have taken me years to fully grasp in my earthly life.
I continued moving forward and found myself entering an immense void, completely dark, infinite in size, yet also infinitely comforting. Pitch-black as it was, it was also brimming over with light: a light that seemed to come from a brilliant orb that I now sensed near me. The orb was a kind of “interpreter” between me and this vast presence surrounding me. It was as if I were being born into a larger world, and the universe itself was like a giant cosmic womb, and the orb (which I sensed was somehow connected with, or even identical to, the woman on the butterfly wing) was guiding me through it.
Later, when I was back, I found a quotation by the 17th-century Christian poet Henry Vaughan that came close to describing this magical place, this vast, inky-black core that was the home of the Divine itself.
“There is, some say, in God a deep but dazzling darkness …”
That was it exactly: an inky darkness that was also full to brimming with light.
I know full well how extraordinary, how frankly unbelievable, all this sounds. Had someone—even a doctor—told me a story like this in the old days, I would have been quite certain that they were under the spell of some delusion. But what happened to me was, far from being delusional, as real or more real than any event in my life. That includes my wedding day and the birth of my two sons.
What happened to me demands explanation.
Modern physics tells us that the universe is a unity—that it is undivided. Though we seem to live in a world of separation and difference, physics tells us that beneath the surface, every object and event in the universe is completely woven up with every other object and event. There is no true separation.
Before my experience these ideas were abstractions. Today they are realities. Not only is the universe defined by unity, it is also—I now know—defined by love. The universe as I experienced it in my coma is—I have come to see with both shock and joy—the same one that both Einstein and Jesus were speaking of in their (very) different ways.
I’ve spent decades as a neurosurgeon at some of the most prestigious medical institutions in our country. I know that many of my peers hold—as I myself did—to the theory that the brain, and in particular the cortex, generates consciousness and that we live in a universe devoid of any kind of emotion, much less the unconditional love that I now know God and the universe have toward us. But that belief, that theory, now lies broken at our feet. What happened to me destroyed it, and I intend to spend the rest of my life investigating the true nature of consciousness and making the fact that we are more, much more, than our physical brains as clear as I can, both to my fellow scientists and to people at large.
I don’t expect this to be an easy task, for the reasons I described above. When the castle of an old scientific theory begins to show fault lines, no one wants to pay attention at first. The old castle simply took too much work to build in the first place, and if it falls, an entirely new one will have to be constructed in its place.
I learned this firsthand after I was well enough to get back out into the world and talk to others—people, that is, other than my long-suffering wife, Holley, and our two sons—about what had happened to me. The looks of polite disbelief, especially among my medical friends, soon made me realize what a task I would have getting people to understand the enormity of what I had seen and experienced that week while my brain was down.
One of the few places I didn’t have trouble getting my story across was a place I’d seen fairly little of before my experience: church. The first time I entered a church after my coma, I saw everything with fresh eyes. The colors of the stained-glass windows recalled the luminous beauty of the landscapes I’d seen in the world above. The deep bass notes of the organ reminded me of how thoughts and emotions in that world are like waves that move through you. And, most important, a painting of Jesus breaking bread with his disciples evoked the message that lay at the very heart of my journey: that we are loved and accepted unconditionally by a God even more grand and unfathomably glorious than the one I’d learned of as a child in Sunday school.
Today many believe that the living spiritual truths of religion have lost their power, and that science, not faith, is the road to truth. Before my experience I strongly suspected that this was the case myself.
But I now understand that such a view is far too simple. The plain fact is that the materialist picture of the body and brain as the producers, rather than the vehicles, of human consciousness is doomed. In its place a new view of mind and body will emerge, and in fact is emerging already. This view is scientific and spiritual in equal measure and will value what the greatest scientists of history themselves always valued above all: truth.
This new picture of reality will take a long time to put together. It won’t be finished in my time, or even, I suspect, my sons’ either. In fact, reality is too vast, too complex, and too irreducibly mysterious for a full picture of it ever to be absolutely complete. But in essence, it will show the universe as evolving, multi-dimensional, and known down to its every last atom by a God who cares for us even more deeply and fiercely than any parent ever loved their child.
I’m still a doctor, and still a man of science every bit as much as I was before I had my experience. But on a deep level I’m very different from the person I was before, because I’ve caught a glimpse of this emerging picture of reality. And you can believe me when I tell you that it will be worth every bit of the work it will take us, and those who come after us, to get it right.Alexander discusses his experience on the Science channel‘s ‘Through the Wormhole.’
Dr. Eben Alexander has been a neurosurgeon for the past 25 years. His book, Proof of Heaven: A Neurosurgeon’s Journey into the Afterlife, will be published by Simon & Schuster on Oct. 23, 2012.
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