It’s a typical Sunday afternoon of catching up on news and reports through out the blogosphere. I tried to re-post several reports on Muslim violence today, and they did not re-post. It was as if I had not even re-posted the material. Has this happened to you? Is it a “too busy WP traffic jam” thing, …. or is it a censorship thing? If this has ever happened to you, please make a comment on it, so I will know.
Meanwhile, I went and looked up the URLs of the two Items I tried to re-blog. Here they are:
Please see to it these articles make their way around the web. Thank you.
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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Monday, March 7, 2011
Christianity the reason for West’s success, say the Chinese
In the West we are doing our best to destroy our Christian heritage but in China, Chinese intellectuals are coming around to the view that it is precisely this heritage that has made the West so successful.
Former editor of the Sunday Telegraph, Dominic Lawson, in a review in the Sunday Times of Niall Ferguson‘s new book, ‘Civilisation: The West and the Rest’, carries a quote from a member of the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences in which he tries to account for the success of the West, to date.
He said: “One of the things we were asked to look into was what accounted for the success, in fact, the pre-eminence of the West all over the world.
“We studied everything we could from the historical, political, economic, and cultural perspective. At first, we thought it was because you had more powerful guns than we had.
“Then we thought it was because you had the best political system. Next we focused on your economic system.
“But in the past twenty years, we have realised that the heart of your culture is your religion: Christianity. That is why the West is so powerful.
“The Christian moral foundation of social and cultural life was what made possible the emergence of capitalism and then the successful transition to democratic politics. We don’t have any doubt about this.”
Note the source. It isn’t from a religious leader, or some religious think-tank. The Chinese Academy of Social Sciences is an instrument of the Chinese Communist government which spends a not inconsiderable amount of time and money persecuting Christians and is officially atheistic.
If this is the conclusion it has come to, maybe Europe needs to reconsider whether it mightn’t be an idea to encourage rather than eradicate Christianity.
Incidentally, just to drive home the point, Lawson also refers to this data point in Ferguson’s book: Wenzhou, the Chinese city which is rated as the most entrepreneurial in the country, is also home to 1,400 churches.
Lawson refers to a quote in the book from a prominent Wenzhou business leader, a Mr Hanping Zhang, who argues that “an absence of trust had been one of the main factors holding China back; but he feels he can trust his fellow Christians because he knows that they will be honest in their dealings with him”.
It has long been accepted that Christianity is one of the core elements of Western civilisation; it is too little understood that it is also one of the secrets of the stunning success of that civilisation.
Originally Posted by PG at 7.3.11
Copyright 2011-3011 By Chase Kyla Hunter, All Rights Reserved.
2010 ended with a rather ugly little Christmas present for the American people, delivered by the History Channel. I was still assessing the implications of this TV bomb that had been dropped, as the year turned.
2011 began with the bang of thousands of dead birds falling from the sky, dead fish washed up on river banks by the ton, dead seals, dead crabs, jellyfish, dead doves in Italy and millions of Americans scratching their heads over it.
Sinkholes had begun appearing all over the world in 2010, much of this news being skipped over by our lamestream Big Media outlets who broadcast at the behest of White House directives, or so it would seem. Just as suddenly citizen journalists began reporting in January 2011 much odd and unusual activity in the New Madrid earthquake fault zone, which covers a sprawling 10 state region in the central USA. Truth researchers speculated as to whether HAARP testing in the region played any role. A dead government official, obviously murdered, had turned up in an east coast landfill weeks earlier, and suddenly there was an unlikely plethora of new dots to be connected.
A new comet had been discovered on the winter solstice December 21st 2010, by a Russian amateur astronomer named Leonid Elenin. The comet was named after him, and astronomers began tracking the comet’s trajectory seeking to learn how closely it might be passing by the earth. Those reports, as they filtered in, became worse and worse. The problematic “pole shift” phrase began popping up on blogs again, much as we all hated to use the over-worked term. The magnetic poles have now re-adjusted so frequently since 1994 that the Tampa Airport had to repaint the numbers aligning the runways to true north so that pilots can properly locate the magnetic pole and land their planes.
While we were all pondering the truthfulness [ or not ] of the apparent emerging visibility of rogue brown dwarf Nibiru, a possible companion star to our sun [a binary sun system is the usual norm in the universe ] which never made it to full “sundom”, along with the masses of dead animals everywhere, a schizophrenic man in Tucson Arizona, Jared Loughner, who clearly had needed psychiatric help for years, gunned down Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords and 19 others at a Safeway Grocery store speaking event, killing 6, leaving Giffords barely alive and fighting for her life.
As horrendous as the shooting itself was, the appalling media melee that followed had me pondering life in Costa Rica as a possible “out” and escape hatch from the madness of America.
I started another blog in late January 2011 just to record the stellar [ no pun intended ] number of amateur astronomer’s new accounts of strange aerial objects, manifestation, UFOS, “orbs” and new comets: Photonic Portal 2037.
With the grieving and outraged American public still reeling from this latest tragedy, as if on cue, the Egyptian people rose up with a resounding roar and took to the streets by the millions, relentlessly demanding day by day that Hosni Mubarak, their Pharaoh-like Overlord and ruler for over 30 years, propped up by numerous US administrations, resign and step down immediately.Violence between the people and Mubarak’s military machine riveted the world, and Egypt’s Revolt of 2011 began to dominate the news for the next two weeks.
A highly visible and public stand-off between the people of Egypt and Mubarak ensued for the next 18 days, only finally ending today when Mubarak resigned this morning, under direct applied pressure from the US and UK behind the scenes.
Do we live in “Biblical Times”? You better believe we do. The posts listed below I have collected from the first part of 2011 and represent the connected dots which constitute MUST READING for new site guests trying to grapple with these events, just as truth researchers and writers do.
I’m usually up until 2 am each evening trying to stay abreast of what’s taking place, and back at it again early the next day. If you find this blog helpful, I’d love to have you make a small donation to make sure it can continue to be here.
Thanks, and I am glad you found my little outpost of truth reporting in a sea of silly meaningless media distractions like Lady Gaga, “Glee” [ most useless TV show award ] and Lindsay Lohan [most useless human being award]. May the truth continue to rise up and roar on planet earth, and may my true King of Kings return soon. We need Him desperately on this world.
Chase Kyla Hunter
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Copyright 12.19.2010 By CK Hunter
This video clip from the History Channel signifies that the Illuminati men and women who own 90% of the world’s media, along with everything else, are now so confident that their one world government plan cannot fail, that it’s time to trump the Christian truth researchers [ people like me ] and just come right out with it. Yes the illuminati is real, yes, Lucifer worship is at the very top of it, and yes they intend to establish global governance with a world dictator at the center of it. And for American Christians, we all know what biblical character that’s going to be. [ See http://333crucible.wordpress.com ]
Here it is:
having seen their ugly little in-your-face “illuminati advertisement” posted above, courtesy of the History Channel, I don’t really see much purpose in continuing to blog on this subject. If their global mass media cartel is now swinging into action to spill the ugly secret beans to every anguished Christian in America and around the world, then devout prayer and total invisibility is now the modus operandi for me. I would just as soon gladly die than live in the coming world system that they have encircled us with on every side.
I don’t find it entertaining, or comical, or farcical, or anything other than an absolute affront to my soul itself what I just had to watch so that I could compose a brief post about it. God bring swift justice in the end on the souls of the men and women who rejoice in creating broadcasts like this one, that had to pass by all the official portals of the media ruling elite before it aired. I am sure they are quite pleased with themselves.
I know this. God always has the last laugh. And the twists and turns of Divine Intervention cannot be predicted by any living sentient being, as those movements all belong to the Providence of God.
Chase Kyla Hunter
11.27.2010 Re-post By CK Hunter
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