Rejecting the Corruption of Man, Not Salvation of the Messiah
One thing I have in common with 1.2 billion people on this planet is a tie with Catholicism. Growing up, my family never missed mass. Even if we were on a vacation, or in the boat on the river, we found a church. Until I was 18 years old, we missed mass less than a handful of times. By 20, I was becoming a seasoned Confirmation Sponsor.
Looking back on those years, I remember there were a handful of friends that I had gone to school with since kindergarten who decided they were not getting confirmed. At the time, we were all in shock and disbelief. We could not fathom it.
Now, I understand and appreciate the amount of courage it took to overcome 18 years of indoctrination, and finally exercise free will. And for that, I applaud them. I finally see that their actions were not an act of renouncing the Lord, but simply renouncing the Catholic faith.
(For a great perspective on some of the corruption of the Catholic Church, especially pertaining to the new Pope, check out Zen Gardner’s article: Jesuit Pope Agenda – Meet The Templars, Knights of Malta And Blackwater/Xe Exterminators at http://www.zengardner.com/jesuit-pope-agenda-meet-the-templars-knights-of-malta-and-blackwaterxe-exterminators/)
By the time I had turned 21, I was missing mass more than I was attending. It got to the point where I was simply making an appearance for holiday gatherings. Showing my face…just like most of the other families, politicians, and public figures were doing.
I started to notice this uneasy feeling every time I stepped foot into the church I was raised in. The level of superficiality permeating the aisles was enough to make me sick to my stomach. Each and every time I did attend mass with my family, from that point on, I began to keep my eyes closed.
I decided to experience the mass from a different perception, and in doing so, I realized the high frequency of negative attachments a lot of the congregation was bringing in with them each Sunday.
Most of these people believe, because they go to mass on Sundays, they are guaranteed a spot in Heaven…and they will frequently condemn others’ actions and beliefs that are unlike their own.
However, the moment they exit those church doors, it is back to the land of ME, where the god of I is worshiped. So, seeing things from this perspective, let’s do the math.
If your only act of faith or worship takes place at a designated hour, attended once a week, you are practicing 52 hours of your faith per year. That leaves you with 8,708 hours associated with other things (probably not pertaining to their beliefs).
My brother gave them the perfect name…Hypochristians.
Now I am not saying this applies to all. By all means, I have met some of the most amazing Christians in my life that happened to also be Catholic. I am just speaking about a portion of the congregation, which is not limited to this particular church. I am sure this can been seen in churches throughout the lands.
The Quest to Know the One True God
For a couple years, my despondence with the Catholic church led me away from any and all affiliations with it. Including the Bible. I threw it all out the window, and decided that I was going to find my own personal relationship with God. This led me down many paths and studies.
From the works and theories of other religions, to the occult, to conspiracy, to aliens, the list goes on and on. My head was everywhere, leaving no stone unturned in my pursuit for truth.
Simultaneously, I was experiencing a window of really coming out of my shell. It was as if I had adopted an alter ego. This alter ego was uninhibited and driven by the pleasures of the material world. Eventually, every path I followed from this perspective led me astray from what I knew to be my true calling.
However, the pleasures of the material world felt too good to give up. I kept indulging, as my successes became something of the past. I was letting go of all that I was, to embrace an aspect of myself that, although appealing to many, was not a reflection of my true nature, as a soul.
Watching my friends grow into maturity, and handle real world decisions, as well as earn amazing grades, I realized I was so far gone from my accomplishments not even a few years prior. While I was enjoying the physical pleasures, this inner turmoil was brewing, watching my world (as I knew it as the time) fall apart.
But, that all changed on one magical night.
OBEs and What Lies Beyond the Veil
On this particular night, I felt God reaching out to me. However, another part was tuning it out. Prior to this event, I had just received a call that my grandfather had had a heart attack. I was freaking out, but my parents assured me to just stay home, and stay by the phone.
Around 1 a.m. I was lying on a friend’s couch. We had all been watching Dr. Strangelove, and suddenly I was called to meditate. It was a deep feeling that manifested it self symbolically, somehow translating to the message to close my eyes and meditate.
At this point in time, I had never tried meditation. I felt I was to ADD to shut my brain chatter up long enough to get anywhere with it. However, I followed the guidance.
Until that night, I felt like I just wasn’t seeing the full picture, and that God wasn’t the “God” I had envisioned for so many years due to my Catholic indoctrination. I didn’t know what God was, but deep in my heart I longed for a connection.
As I was lying on the couch, I had a large pillow going across my chest horizontally. Both arms were on top of this pillow, to where no part of my body was touching. Suddenly, a sense of calmness engulfed my awareness. Out of nowhere, I felt like I was shot out of a cannon.
From the Perspective of My Soul
I could not make sense of what was going on. I was me, but I was not “me.” I could even hear everything going on in the room, but I was not in that vessel that I had grown accustomed to seeing in the mirror.
Out of nowhere, three gigantic, multi-dimensional, bright-white orb beings appeared over my consciousness. As soon as this happened, something inside of me shifted. I was no longer focused on the perspective of “Trip,” but instead as an eternal, conscious soul.
I realized I had not been in touch with this aspect of myself for a couple years, and I remember feeling a sense of sadness. However, I was extremely humbled to be in their presence.
It was as if I my soul was being immersed in a sea of love, with the waves comforting my awareness.
A Divine Connection and a Encounter with the Dark Side
Immediately, I felt an affinity with these beings. They began to communicate with me telepathically. They explained to me that I knew that my life was going off of its intended path, and that I had made an agreement before I came into this body.
But as soon as they mentioned this, I started thinking about my soul’s path. I realized that my anger towards the particular religion I was brought up in should not negate my overall faith in God.
I realized I was just looking at everything wrong, and the reason for my inner turmoil was that I was worshiping something that was nowhere near the state of the TRUE Source.
These beings, upon mentioning me straying from the path, acted as a catalyst for all of my inner demons to come out and play. Growing up, I never drank alcohol, and only got drunk a few weeks before I started college. To this day, I don’t really drink often, and have been “drunk” less than a handful of times in the last three years.
Anyways, at this particular point though, I was acting out in a way that was very rewarding to the physical body, but demeaning to my soul. I knew this inside, but I was enjoying the ride at the time.
When I made the connection, I began seeing these thought bubbles floating around. Inside each one, I would see various events I was involved in, and how they were keeping me from following the Divine path.
I was so humbled by the sense of love from these beings. Never once did I feel judgment, or even coercion to choose to do the right thing. They merely pointed out that I knew I had strayed from my planned course.
As the thought bubbles began to grow in size and frequency, I started getting sucked into them.
Facing the Depths of Darkness
In an instant, the sense of love and warmth was gone. Instead, I was trapped in this void.
Suddenly, as if a pinhole was poked through a blanket, a glowing, electric, deep, dark red (unlike any color I have seen on Earth) started rippling out, moving like a snake. Then, the most demonic figures I have ever seen appeared (which, looking back on it, felt exactly like the presence under the Denver airport—more info to follow in future post).
They began presenting these intricate patterns. I assume this was because of my artistic nature, and that was a manner in which they thought I would “take the bait.”
Empowered by my encounter with these orbs, and the realization of the true nature of my being, I suddenly made the connection. These entities were coming into my life because I had made a contract with them.
Although it was not written, or even known consciously to me, on a subconscious level, I felt as though a part of me was inviting these energies in every time I was committing any of the acts that were keeping me from my Divine path.
I remember bursting out into laughter.
I don’t know why, but it all became so funny to me. With my awareness centered on my true identity as eternal consciousness connected with the Divine, not just this physical vessel, I realized that these beings that were so sinister, yet so entrenched in our lives, stood no chance against the essence of pure love. (And I’m not talking about the superficial love society promotes today!)
With every laugh, I felt my consciousness grow bigger and bigger. I felt the size of a planet. Then, I just continued to radiate love towards these entities, and in a flash, they were gone.
A Victorious Surrender and a Taste of Death
After that, the three light orb beings appeared again. I felt like I had just gone through a test, and somehow passed. However, I knew that, even though I passed, at this point in my journey I had strayed so far from God, a part of me felt weak.
At that point I remember just saying, “I surrender! I surrender! I do not know what to do, but I know that everything I am doing with my life is not getting me where I know I am supposed to be going.”
Then, I felt a banner of white light energy begin sweeping across my astral body. Wrapping around every crevice, it felt as though I was experiencing confession and communion on a level I never knew possible.
What began to feel like pure bliss to the soul was the complete opposite of what was taking place in my physical body (which felt like galaxies away, yet side-by-side)
Suddenly my attention was drawn back to my physical body, as I literally experienced the death process in order to break my fear of death, or the unknown of what I will feel like after I leave my body.
But it took a lot to break that fear.
At first, I began to feel pressure on my physical body around my neck, as if someone was strangling me. I remember feeling my chest caving in, and every breath feeling as if I were breathing through a straw stuck in cement.
I remember not being able to move a single muscle in my body, and being forced to be present for every physical sensation that took place. However, I was doing this from the vantage point of my soul. At one point, there were even tears falling down my face, and I could feel each teardrop slowly rolling down.
What this taught me was not to fear death though, and that, more importantly, the physical pain we experience is just an illusion. Yes, it hurts and feels very real while we are living it, but it is still just an illusion.
The Divine Impact
After this experience, I felt like I was getting back on track with the Divine path. I didn’t necessarily know where to go from there, but at least I knew I was truly home. Immediately, I knew that there was a God, and it was unlike anything I could ever imagine. And nothing at all like I was led to believe in my years of indoctrination.
I also reconnected with my purpose for coming into this body, at this point in time. It’s funny looking back on all of this because I met my future wife less than a year after all of this happened. I know in my heart, had I not got back on the right path, our lives would have never crossed.
After this death experience, I felt as if I had a rebirth. My soul felt full of energy, as the white light banner that wrapped around my consciousness felt like a “soul shower” cleansing me of all of my sins and impurities. Being in the presence of God’s love, I became aware that my purpose was bigger than my faults. This also made me look as sin in a completely different manner.
When these beings departed, I felt as if their love and truth remained. God’s presence, I now fully understood, was and is within each and every one of us as Spirit. Consider it your calling card, or honing beacon. It is a part of your essence, just as your soul, mind, and body are.
It is this Divinity within us that connects us all to Him. Do not limit God to an external force that is out of reach. By realizing that He is within you, seek to build a connection or bridge with Him.
After the three orbs departed, I began traveling various planes of existence, with uncapped speeds and potential. However, this did not last long.
Despite these wondrous realms’ appeal, I began to think about my grandfather again.
The Healer Within
In a flash, my consciousness was hovering over his hospital bed. I looked down at him, and felt so sad to see him in this state. I asked to know how to fix him, and somehow, a spiral of energy emitted from his chest and came towards me.
I remember my attention being pulled back to my physical body again at this point.
Inside my ribcage it felt like an open fire (literally) was burning. It was the most excruciating pain I had ever endured, but my soul kept reminding my body that the pain was merely an illusion. So I kept on.
After a while, this spiral went away, and I continued to send love to my grandfather. Then, I made a trek to connect back with my body. I felt this connection, or cord, connecting my consciousness with my body.
A few days later, I realized I could not hold this in any longer. At the same time, my other grandfather (my mom’s dad) was in the hospital as well. For some reason, I was sitting in the back seat while she was driving her car.
I remember telling her this story, and she began crying.
She said, “I know, I know. We keep trying to tell you this, but you won’t listen.”
She went on to tell me how her great grandfather was a healer in the community. He was Cajun French and spoke very little English. As it turns out, my experiences were not unique to my family, but part of my very lineage.
Seeing Life from a New Perspective
Since this experience, I have had quite a few out-of-body experiences, strange dreams, videotaped UFO encounters (even one with my brother over a house by our property in the middle-of-nowhere Texas), and many more crazy experiences.
Putting this all into words, I realize that there are so many others who have had similar journeys, and a lot of them are waking others up every day. I feel like we all chose to come here at this point in time, and I feel like we need to know that death is not something to be feared.
I know I have so much to learn, and so much to work on in my own life, but I yearn to bring about a better world for my children and grandchildren. I think about how powerful the force of true love is, and I know, despite all the hype and commotion and fear mongering, love will conquer all.
However, we must also be aware of what we are up against—and from the few experiences I have had with some of these negative forces, “It ain’t pretty!”
But, they aren’t invincible, and these things want what they don’t have…a soul.
We need to all reconnect with our soul and spirit, and really cherish it. It is our instant connection with, and reflection of, the one true God. It will help you break free of the lies of this false reality we live in.
Trust in this connection, and set out to change this world, by first changing yourself. Let your body be a vehicle of service as you walk the Divine path.
Live life loving,