Telepathic Communication

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I awoke in a dream and decided to go look for God. I flew up through the clouds and into outer space. I flew for a long time and entered more clouds where I was drawn to a bright light. As I approached the light it spoke to me telepathically. With each word the the light brightened and dimmed rythmically. At first he kind of scolded me and asked what I was doing there as it wasn't my time yet. I had to go back. I was apologetic and very disappointed. I lingered and stalled as I bathed in the warmth and light of his unconditional love. As I absorbed the light of his love I felt the depth and breath of eternal knowledge and the wisdom of the ages within me. Reluctantly I returned home, but life was never the same. No religious brainwashing could ever convince me of their version of God. I already knew about God and never believed in hell.

I always remembered this as a dream from around seven years old. While in college, in my early 20s, I learned of Raymond Moody and the Kubler-Ross work on NDEs. I grew up with severe asthma, although I never knew I was really sick. I asked my parents about the experience. My mother told me that around age three I had my first asthma attack. My parents had no idea what was happening or what to do. Talking about it upset my mother. She said by the time they got me to the hospital I was stone cold blue. She couldn't talk about it anymore.

I continue to love unconditionally, fly in my dreams and commune with ethereal entities on the otherside. I'm convinced that our dreams are the gateway to our eternal personality.

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