I don't believe in Santa Claus or fairies but I don't believe that we have discovered all there is to know. I pretty sure even hard-core scientists don't think we know everything about everything. There are documented but unexplained phenomena still to be understood.
And, as we don't yet understand these things, it seems presumptuous to completely rule out "spiritual" causes before we know anything about these unexplained phenomena. However, it's really hard to look in that direction because the territory is inhabited by all sorts of nuts, kooks and crazies. A scientist can ruin their reputation just by admitting they've looked there.
I read somewhere on this board that past lives are hidden suggestion carried forward while undergoing auditing. Let’s put money on the table here. I started to get flashes of the past before any sort of auditing. I mentioned the pyramids of Egypt with alien builders at work during the communication course and that feeling wouldn’t go away.
I thought being out of your head - are you out of your mind? All I wanted was to communicate better then get the hell out to live life in my way and not someone else’s. One day in my bare room the melt down began. My head thumped as I lay down on the brass bed to either die or go insane. I could no longer take the hurt of being me.
I closed my eyes wanting to never reopen them … then rose up to see six black horses with bobbing black plumes pulling a varnished wooden hearse through open cobble streets beneath me. The fools! I cried. I’m not dead! Then I saw the dusty bedsprings underneath my bed. Whoa! Had I fallen out of bed and done me a terminal head injury? No, I was moving around outside my body! I moved up to see myself lying on the bed. Not happening my mind thought … a massive delusion caused by the coming of insanity. If this be the way I go into the state of oblivion, then so let it be.
I heard clicking outside and floated up to look out the window while my body stayed on the bed. I saw the landlord kneeling outside pruning bushes in stunning colors for I am somewhat colorblind. I jumped up inside my body and again saw the landlord kneeling outside and pruning bushes but not so glowing as before. A drug related experience some may say. I neither drank nor smoked and even hesitated to take an aspirin. After a lifetime of other involvements around the world that day is still the most real to me.
Did a sort of religious experience happen? I returned to a ‘normal’ frame of mind with more awareness than before. I experienced it without prompting or outside control, nobody there but me. Was this emerging of new consciousness, or delusions and feelings that fused together in my brain with no point of reference beyond themselves? It just happened like going to the head or taking a walk in the park. I had an empty but satisfying involvement where thinking about anything became unnecessary.
Scientology knew what had happened; or so they said. I had a need to communicate with others with the same experiences to adjust, but I was the only one in town. The roller coaster ride continued from there. I assumed the motivating state of flux would stay with me, sorry it didn’t, every journey to being must come to an end.
What is there to tell us about where life begins or ends? The happening resets our natural balance without having a predefined order. We put that order in place as we grow into the future. Living in the now is the flow of the moment. You are the answer to every question. Being you adds to life with more than the spoken word will ever tell.
During WWI over a million soldiers had out of body experiences during stress of battle and were recorded. The field doctors gave up documenting as those on both sides suffered no ill effects. Perhaps, like me, the men at war found when in the most danger then hope appears. I started that day wanting to end my life, but something else happened like never dreamed of in this lifetime – or another.