Hello

I'm new to this 'site and have yet to check it out. I just wanted to say hello to everyone.

thank you,

spectre

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Welcome my friend.

Please to meet you and hope you make yourself at home here.

hi spectre, Namaste.

Hope you enjo the forum; most people tell us all a bit about themselves, so we can 'see' you better. Perhaps you could tell us what brought you here, hobbies, etc ?

Welcome and enjoy

Welcome!! This place is truly amazing, I'm sure you will love it here.

welcome

Yeah, tell us about yourself!

*story time begins*

Hiya, spectre!

Dear Maize, Sunstone, MRSCARRDERO, Michel, SK2005, Master Vigil, Enhanced Spirit, Prima, Ceridwen 018,

Thank you all, for your very kind welcome. I mean it sincerely.

I had a very rough day today. You all made me forget about it,tonight.

Thanks, from the bottom of my heart.

spectre

Dear Friends,

My saying is not, ''Been There, Done That." My saying is ," Been Nowhere, Done Nothing."

No, actually, I have been somewhere where no one would ever want to go to.
Maize mentions a book, "Healing Lazarus". About someone that came back to life from the brink of death. My story is similar,although I'll admit, I have no idea what Lazarus' story is about.
To me it still seems like it was yesterday.
It all started in early 1982. I was on an over-extended break from Jr. college. I had enrolled in college after I had acquired a vocation to get by on. I was having trouble with my sophomore literature class. It was fairly interesting,but I couldn't keep up with the demands of such course. Essays here and essays there. I've never been much of a writer. They wanted me to analyze authors' writing technique and style,etc. There was no way I could even begin,so I took a much needed break. I was doing fine,vocation-wise,and I had a girlfriend. We lived only for fun--cruising, hanging out with friends at the lake, going to concerts,etc. Life was fine and dandy.
I had gone to college with the intention of getting a degree in psychology,which at the time, seemed like one of the elite professions. And also, because I wanted to be closer to the studies of parapsychology. At that time,and even now, if one talks about the hereafter or similar subjects one is looked upon almost with a frown,and even more so, if one is not a scholar.
I was very much into what was called then ,New Age. There wasn't much,but there was some. Rosicrucians, Astarians, Eckankar, Carlos Castaneda, Ruth Montgomery, Raymond Moody, and Robert Monroe(of Monroe Institute fame--astral projection states induced by electronic stimuli). I read the Bible some,although I'll admit, I wasn't nor am I still, a church-goer. I go only as a courtesy to friends' church functions(baptisms,etc.).

Anyway. I had gone up north(suburban Chicago) to visit relatives and friends. I didn't have a girlfriend anymore,so I was free to move around.
One day, while visiting a friend at his house, I glanced through the books he had on his personal bookshelf. Most of them were of the Hindu religion. One was about a certain Tibetan Lama, Tuesday Lobsang Rampa,"The Third Eye". He must have noticed my curiosity. He let me have them.
I wasn't new to the talk about the afterlife or the astral worlds or even reincarnation,so I took to them almost immediately. I very much wanted to have a spiritual guide,although not of an overly-religious nature. I had enjoyed reading about others adventures with the psychic worlds and I felt I needed to have my own. I was even trying to project my astral body. Nothing I did brought me any results.

It wasn't until I was almost done reading the copy of Bhagavad Gita(the Hindu Bible) that the author himself (the translator Indian swami) started to appear to me in my dreams. I dismissed them as 'mere' dreams until he got pretty assertive and started to make his prescence known even during my waking hours. I wasn't merely dreaming him. He was already explaining to me a lot of the concepts I had been reading about in his writings(translations into English from Sanskrit).
Before long, he was joined by the spirit of a brother I had lost back in '68(fourteen years prior to that). Although I was gladdened, I was a little shocked to find my Christian brother in the company of an Indian guru. This brother ,the oldest in the family,and the role model, had left this world almost without warning. One night,he was taken to the hospital with a fairly severe headache. He went into a coma almost within hours,and before the afternoon was over, he was gone. It was the most devastating thing to happen to our family. My dear mother almost never got over the grief. She's already 'over there', and she's finally found him,but for almost thirty years, she lived with that void. She didn't believe much about the hereafter before she experienced it for herself. She passed away in '96. I was already dealing with those two first teachers(my brother and the swami) at the time,but all that time she'd thought that I might be crazy. I never mentioned my brother to her because I was not allowed to do so( I don't know why). I would just tell her about my 'teachers'.

I'll try to post now before I loose the connection.

spectre

It wasn't long before we became 'accustomed' to one another(me and what would become my first two teachers). They seemed to be with me most of the time. I was working as a custom painter(auto) and was self-employed. They knew that I could pass the day doing my work and at the same time meditate on whatever they were trying to convey to me.
One day, they finally told me the reason they were around. I had dreamed of my own death several weeks before that but hadn't paid much attention to it. I had even discussed it with my friends, but they hadn't thought much of it,either. Well, it turned out that the reason they were around was that my time to leave this world was soon approaching. They further explained to me that they woud be around to guide me into the other world. They made clear that they were my actual spiritual guides. Although it came as a surprise, it didn't shock me. Actually, I felt tired(physically) and was in need of long needed rest. I felt that I had lived long enough,and besides, I was very much into 'spirit'. They even described my upcoming departure as a graduation. Since it was still weeks away, I was allowed to continue working and partying. Which I did. My work,at the time, was like a hobby,so it didn't bother me. Even my friends kidded me about painting their car before I left. They didn't want to accept the news,but yet, they knew or sensed some urgency on my part. They weren't too sure,but since I had become almost entranced by my new religion, they were a little apprehensive.

It came down to the last week. It was a Tuesday. They proceeded to inform me that they would 'pick me up' on Saturday. But in the meantime I should start fasting,they said. By Friday, I could barely walk. I had spent those four days working on the most rusted out hulk of a car,but since it belonged to one of the friends I lived with, I did what I could. That Friday night I was so exhausted I almost passed out then and there. I felt so down and out I picked up a Christian Bible before I went to sleep.
I don't if it was mere conincidence or what but I came upon the conversation Jesus is having with Nicodemus. They were talking about what it is to be born again,spiritually.
It occurred to me that I wished I could be born again then and there without having to die. I didn't feel like dying anymore. I was starting to miss my family. All that time, the previous four days, I hadn't even thought about the pain they were going to feel after I was gone. I then drifted off to sleep.

The next day,my last here on Earth, finally came. They (the masters) received me with some good news. They said that Jesus had heard my prayers. Actually, I hadn't been praying, I had been wishing. They said that although I wasn't yet born again then and there,I could work for a new life. They said they couldn't just let me come back to this world just like that. They asked me to finish my friend's car and then they would talk about how I could not only come back to this world but also to step into my next life,right here ,right now. They said that they couldn't send me back into my former life. They said it was over and done. They said that before I could start my new life I would have to go through death on earth. I had no idea what they were talking about until one day soon after,they came with my first assignment. They immediately asked me to start fasting again then and there. I was caught so off-guard it almost made me ill. It is such an ugly feeling when you're fasting,especially if you're doing it for penance.
Well, the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months. Death felt more like hell than death itself. They took all of my foodstuff little by little. I was allowed to break the fasting every four or five days,and was allowed to have only one egg and one potato,plus three slices of bread and butter. All the while I had to tend to my work. I felt so spaced out physically,yet I never lost my composure. The masters were there day and night. They would reassure me that it would only be temporary. It felt like forever.
And boy, how I was craving milk and sweets. I had never been much of a milk drinker before that,except for cereal and milk, but there I was, almost crying like a baby. They would hear none of it. At night, I would dream I'd be in a store and I'd take some cookies and start eating them without paying for them,and then I'd hear a voice telling me that I had to do fasting even in the dream state. It was so unearthly, the punishment, I thought I would never see real food again. One thing that gave me some encouragement was what I had read about the Tibetan Lama in his autobiography,the book, ''The Third Eye''. He had been sent to the lamasery at the young age of seven. And while there he was made to wait outside for three or four days without food. Later on, after he had become one of the monks he told of how fasting was something they practiced day to day,and even when they were allowed to eat, they would eat almost always the same thing, 'sampa'. I guess it's something like oatmeal.
The story about that Lama was what probably kept me from losing my mind. And the fact that my own brother was administering the tests. If it had been the guru himself I would have probably told him thanks but no thanks.
Actually, they both did me a big favor. They didn't want my mother to feel the pain of losing another child. They said they couldn't send me back 'for free'. And even while I was still in that 'virtual desert' they were already talking about some other kinds of tests awaiting me back in Texas.

I have since been fortunate enough to have met the true Masters.


Pardon my writing. I am relating as best as I can remember what I went through during my first year. Nineteen eighty two. The longest year of my life. I was under the direction of those two teachers for four very long years.

I hope I didn't sound too boring.

spectre

Not boring at all, spectre ! Very interesting. Fruballatiously worthy; thanks for sharing that with us.

Dear Michel,

"God and I both knew what it meant once; now God alone knows."
-Friedrich Klopstock-

Pretty interesting, Michel.

At the risk of offending some of your webmates here, allow me to share my take on the above quote.

I joined this forum to see what others think about God.
I haven't been able to find any commentary regarding the subject of the concept of God.

In my previous post, I stated that I had met the true Spiritual Masters.
This is the order in which I 'met' Them.

Jesus became my third Spiritual Master. After having spent four years with the afformentioned first and second spiritual masters, I spent eight years with Jesus as my main spiritual guide. He was my Spiritual Master and God.
In 1994 He ,Jesus, introduced me to his Father(Jehovah, Yahweh),who in turn became my main Spiritual Master and God.
About three years later, another God introduced Himself into my life. I was neither looking for Him,and neither did I know much about Him. The name of this God is Allah. He joined Jehovah,my God, and together they stated to me that they are not one and the same(God). They informed me that they are more like brothers. Two kings, majestic in their own right,but neither of them 'higher' than the other. This God(Allah) further expained that since I was a son of Jehovah and Jehovah was my teacher, He would be like a counselor.
They were aware that I had been contemplating writing a book about my unusual experiences with the Hindu swami and my brother, so they pointed out that I could also relate in my book about what I had just learned from Them. Sort of like to clear up the confusion about who God really is,or more exactly, about 'Who' they are.
Before I even got started on any writing project, my old friend the swami came by and introduced me to the God he had told me about in his writings--Lord Krsna
This Lord, although seemingly young, informed me that I was not anywhere near to be talking about the concept of God. He said that I still had a lot to learn. I guess that was quite an understatement,although at the time, I was not aware of that.

In time, I got introduced to other Gods,but all of them minor to this unlikely young Lord.
Included among those is a certain figure almost unbeknownst among his people--Father Buddah(not Siddharta Gautama-the little Buddah). Another King on the level of Jehovah and Allah. Sort of like the three wise men that payed homage to Jesus upon his birth.
Also, among those other Gods I was introduced to someone on the same level as this three. But this one is not a king,per se, he is actually a Chief. The Father of the Red race.

After I had been introduced to those four Gods besides Lord Krsna, I was introduced to their father--Lord Maha Visnu--of Hindu Triad fame. This God , I soon found out, is like a Grandfather to all the races of men. He is known as the Blue King.

In time, I have been fortunate enough to have 'communicated' with various of the other Demigods and demigods,including several of the Godesses and Demigodesses.

One thing's for sure,though, there is only one Supreme King. And that is the one known by the name of Radha Krsna. This is the young man I was originally introduced by me old swami. He's actually not that young. He appears ,usually, looking like he's someone between thirty or forty years old. All the Gods work for the will of this Supreme Lord.

I have been allowed to retain my Christian customs and culture,but I have been instructed to clarify for once and for all.

I hope I didn't confuse even more.

yours truthfully,
spectre

No, you're not confusing me. Have you been told to pass on wisdom to those you meet ?

Welcome to the site!!

Welcome to RF, I hope you enjoy your time here!

hello spectre-

thank you for sharing your spiritual journey with us. it's wonderful to listen to! you certainly have alot to offer, friend!

welcome to the boards!

Welcome!