Violent Ends are Still Not Painful
April 11, 2019
By Steve Beckow
Credit: Engineering News Record
Not all passings are peaceful. (1) And not all people are pulled from their cars before death.
Here’s Clifford McLean, describing his demise in a car accident. However, even though he went through a jarring experience, there was no pain:
“There was a bit of ground mist and an approaching car dazzled me. I didn’t realize I was so near the culvert and pulled over to the side to avoid an oncoming car and, of course, headed right over the side into the drain.
“It all happened so quickly. The next thing I knew, I was standing there looking at the mess of the accident. I was jolly worried about it and wondered how the dickens I could get the jeep out of that darned hole.
“It wasn’t until I noticed that I was apparently there as well that I realized that I must be dead. But I couldn’t accept that either and I decided it was probably a nightmare and that I would wake up and find I had dreamt the whole thing.” (2)
Philip Gilbert, a young sailor, met his demise by tumbling off the road on his bicycle and down a ravine. He describes his passing in general terms:
“The easiest form of sudden death is the way I came – one minute happy, normal and in good health, and within five minutes: away from the Earth plane.” (3)
Well, not quite the easiest form. But Philip found his violent exit at least short and painless. He goes on to describe the events in detail:
“There was a crash. I was going fast down that slope. There was a crash and a blackness and then I opened my eyes and saw trees glowing, illumined in an ivory golden light – they seemed alive….
“I opened my eyes again. I was surprised that I had no bruises after that fall, and I sat up and felt myself all over. … Then I saw a car coming, and I jumped up to get out of its way, and I saw it brake, pull up and push something along the road.
“I looked and it was my body. I looked at myself and saw my own [spirit] body seeming quite real and solid. But there were streams of light coming from my finger ends. Suddenly I saw Grandpa, standing smiling, all lit up, and I knew I was killed. I said at once: ‘Then Mother was right – I have got an etheric body.’ ” (4)
So even here just a “blackness” but no pain. Philip lingered a while in a “between stage”:
“In my case, … the betwixt and between stage … only lasted a couple of hours. I seemed almost at once to get my power to think objectively, though for some hours I felt confused. I cannot recall any ‘plane of illusion.’ I was conscious of myself from the first as an entity able to enter your room at will and I was attracted also by your glow.” (5)
That’s not to say that people are not, as Philip puts it, “shot” out of their bodies, especially in times like the Second World War in which Philip served. He says:
“In these times, … there are so many, so many who have been shot over here suddenly, in full earth vigour, hot-blooded, resentful in many cases, or wracked by hideous memories, all their emotions going strong and to be subdued. All these constitute a great mass of the “Earth-bound” at present and we work amongst them.” (6)
Again, like Matthew Ward, Mike Swain, and John Scott, (7) Philip Gilbert takes up work as a transition guide, sometimes helping to wake up the “earthbound.”
Spirit leader “Imperator,” a pseudonym of the prophet Malachi, tells us that “the mutilation of the body does not harm the spirit, except by the rude shock.” (8)
The shock is not physical, as Private Thomas Dowding explains: “If there be shock, it is not the shock of physical death. Shock comes later when comprehension dawns: ‘Where is my body? Surely I am not dead!'” (9)
Julia Ames describes them as being stunned: “There are some who suffer violent deaths, who seem, as it were, stunned when they come here and do not recover consciousness until the funeral rites are over and they are forgotten among men.” (10)
Those who suffer long and painful illnesses find death to be a release, as did an unnamed source speaking to Charlotte Dresser:
“All pain is lost at last in the final peace. … The suffering of Earth is so short compared with the eternity of bliss, that all thoughts of compensation are lost in the very reality.” (11)
I could cite more examples, including those who die in war and in fires. I’ll end by adding in the footnotes a long account of a man and a group of children caught in a very large fire. Again they report no pain. (12)
So even if our end is violent, we experience more shock and disarray than we do pain. Death, again, offers little for us to fear.
Footnotes
(1) On peaceful passings before a violent demise, see “Do We Need to Fear Death?” April 9, 2019, at http://goldenageofgaia.com/2019/04/09/do-we-need-to-fear-death/
(2) Cliffy McLean in Lesley May, med., Letters from Mother. A Family Biography in Two Worlds. Ed. Edmund Bentley. London: Psychic Press, 1964, 78.
(3) Philip Gilbert through Alice Gilbert, medium, Philip in Two Worlds. London: Andrew Dakers, 1948, 206.
(4) Ibid., 89-90.
(5) Ibid., 140.
(6) Ibid., 24.
(7) See “Do We Need to Fear Death?” April 9, 2019, at http://goldenageofgaia.com/2019/04/09/do-we-need-to-fear-death/
(8) Spirit leader “Imperator” (Malachi) speaking through Stainton Moses. Spirit Teachings. London: Spiritualist Press, n.d. (Prior to 1883), 149.
(9) Private Thomas Dowding in Wellesley Tudor Pole, medium, Private Dowding. The Personal Story of a Soldier Killed in Battle.London: Neville Spearman, 1966; c1917, 15.
(10) Julia [Julia T. Ames] through W.T. Stead, medium, After Death. A Personal Narrative. New York: George H. Doran, n.d.; c. 1914, 161.
(11) Unnamed spirit to Charlotte E. Dresser in Fred Rafferty, ed., Charlotte E. Dresser, medium, Life Here and Hereafter. Author’s edition. Downloaded from http://www.harvestfields.ca/ebook/02/001/00.htm, 2 Feb. 2008, 132-3.
(12) “The fire was roaring over our heads and, as we reached the entrance, a great beam or block of concrete fell on us. It was so sudden I was knocked out instantly and so were the children. The next thing I knew I found myself standing outside on top of the wreckage. It was burning furiously but it didn’t touch me and one by one the children joined me and cowered close together. We were all standing on the glowing embers, but we weren’t being burnt.
“I couldn’t understand it. I didn’t dare to move as there was fire all round us and the children were terrified. I wasn’t somehow, this was all so strange. Some queer draught, I thought, had taken the heat from the spot where we were and, if we could only stay quite still until the fire might burn out, or rescuers reach us, [we would be OK] so I told the children to stay quite still and wait.
“We did so – the fire blazed and we were all caught up in a strange way by the beauty of it and, out of the fire seemed to come shapes, and forms, and living people. Others joined us, seeing that we were unhurt and we became quite a large group.
“Then suddenly we heard voices calling us, “Don’t be afraid, walk out. Lift yourselves. You are free of the fire.” We took no notice at first – how could we lift ourselves out of the fire? Then a girl of about fifteen came up to me and said, “This is exciting. It’s like the astronauts walking in space. Have you tried it?”
“‘Well, no,’ I said, ‘how can I?’
“‘Like this,’ and she took my hand and seemed to be stepping into the air. Quite unconsciously I followed her and so did the children who were clinging to me. We were all a bit light-headed when we found ourselves walking in the air over the fire and looking down into it. “Don’t look down. Look up.”
“I did so and saw a whole mass of people like ourselves, actually walking on air! I thought: this is the strangest phenomenon. No doubt there is some quite natural, physical explanation of a gap in the gravitational pull caused by the fire. I was still very wary. I thought it might close in suddenly and we should all fall down among the blazing ruins so I told the children to hold on to me and we would move as carefully as we could while this strange pocket of air held us. …
“The current, as I supposed it was, seemed to be bearing us gently upwards, It was a very pleasant sensation. I was quite enjoying it and so were the children. Then a stillness came upon us. The roar of the fire and the screams and shouts of people died away and we were alone in space. … This was rather terrifying. What should I do next? …
“Whenever I tried to drop down, my efforts were firmly resisted. I was growing desperate. Were we sailing off to the moon on some strange current of air? Then I began to hear voices telling me not to worry. I could see no one at this stage and I thought I must be imagining things or getting delirious. The children were quiet and looked confident.
“‘Let yourself go. Relax. You are in safe keeping,’ was shouted into my ear and a short time after that I began to see we were in a large party being escorted, if you can call it that, on and on, into another layer of ether. I longed desperately to feel firm ground beneath my feet. ‘You will soon,’ said the same voice and then my hand was seized by a firm grip and, before I knew what was happening, we were among trees and flowers and standing, as I’d hoped, on firm ground in a sort of garden.
“‘Where on earth have we got to?’ I asked.
“‘Well, you’ll see,’ said the voice. ‘It’s not exactly on Earth any more.’ …
“Then suddenly, in front of me, I saw the form of a man. He seemed to grow into my vision. At first only a blurred object, which crystallized into a human form.
“‘Who are you and where am I?’ I asked in amazement.
“He was still gripping my hand. ‘Take it easy, son,’ he said. ‘You’ve passed over. You and the children have reached the next stage of living. You are now what the world calls dead.”‘ (Unnamed spirit communicator in Cynthia Sandys and Rosamund Lehmann, The Awakening Letters. Jersey: Neville Spearman, 1978, 52-4.)
Source: Golden Age of Gaia
April 11, 2019
By Steve Beckow
Credit: Engineering News Record
Not all passings are peaceful. (1) And not all people are pulled from their cars before death.
Here’s Clifford McLean, describing his demise in a car accident. However, even though he went through a jarring experience, there was no pain:
“There was a bit of ground mist and an approaching car dazzled me. I didn’t realize I was so near the culvert and pulled over to the side to avoid an oncoming car and, of course, headed right over the side into the drain.
“It all happened so quickly. The next thing I knew, I was standing there looking at the mess of the accident. I was jolly worried about it and wondered how the dickens I could get the jeep out of that darned hole.
“It wasn’t until I noticed that I was apparently there as well that I realized that I must be dead. But I couldn’t accept that either and I decided it was probably a nightmare and that I would wake up and find I had dreamt the whole thing.” (2)
Philip Gilbert, a young sailor, met his demise by tumbling off the road on his bicycle and down a ravine. He describes his passing in general terms:
“The easiest form of sudden death is the way I came – one minute happy, normal and in good health, and within five minutes: away from the Earth plane.” (3)
Well, not quite the easiest form. But Philip found his violent exit at least short and painless. He goes on to describe the events in detail:
“There was a crash. I was going fast down that slope. There was a crash and a blackness and then I opened my eyes and saw trees glowing, illumined in an ivory golden light – they seemed alive….
“I opened my eyes again. I was surprised that I had no bruises after that fall, and I sat up and felt myself all over. … Then I saw a car coming, and I jumped up to get out of its way, and I saw it brake, pull up and push something along the road.
“I looked and it was my body. I looked at myself and saw my own [spirit] body seeming quite real and solid. But there were streams of light coming from my finger ends. Suddenly I saw Grandpa, standing smiling, all lit up, and I knew I was killed. I said at once: ‘Then Mother was right – I have got an etheric body.’ ” (4)
So even here just a “blackness” but no pain. Philip lingered a while in a “between stage”:
“In my case, … the betwixt and between stage … only lasted a couple of hours. I seemed almost at once to get my power to think objectively, though for some hours I felt confused. I cannot recall any ‘plane of illusion.’ I was conscious of myself from the first as an entity able to enter your room at will and I was attracted also by your glow.” (5)
That’s not to say that people are not, as Philip puts it, “shot” out of their bodies, especially in times like the Second World War in which Philip served. He says:
“In these times, … there are so many, so many who have been shot over here suddenly, in full earth vigour, hot-blooded, resentful in many cases, or wracked by hideous memories, all their emotions going strong and to be subdued. All these constitute a great mass of the “Earth-bound” at present and we work amongst them.” (6)
Again, like Matthew Ward, Mike Swain, and John Scott, (7) Philip Gilbert takes up work as a transition guide, sometimes helping to wake up the “earthbound.”
Spirit leader “Imperator,” a pseudonym of the prophet Malachi, tells us that “the mutilation of the body does not harm the spirit, except by the rude shock.” (8)
The shock is not physical, as Private Thomas Dowding explains: “If there be shock, it is not the shock of physical death. Shock comes later when comprehension dawns: ‘Where is my body? Surely I am not dead!'” (9)
Julia Ames describes them as being stunned: “There are some who suffer violent deaths, who seem, as it were, stunned when they come here and do not recover consciousness until the funeral rites are over and they are forgotten among men.” (10)
Those who suffer long and painful illnesses find death to be a release, as did an unnamed source speaking to Charlotte Dresser:
“All pain is lost at last in the final peace. … The suffering of Earth is so short compared with the eternity of bliss, that all thoughts of compensation are lost in the very reality.” (11)
I could cite more examples, including those who die in war and in fires. I’ll end by adding in the footnotes a long account of a man and a group of children caught in a very large fire. Again they report no pain. (12)
So even if our end is violent, we experience more shock and disarray than we do pain. Death, again, offers little for us to fear.
Footnotes
(1) On peaceful passings before a violent demise, see “Do We Need to Fear Death?” April 9, 2019, at http://goldenageofgaia.com/2019/04/09/do-we-need-to-fear-death/
(2) Cliffy McLean in Lesley May, med., Letters from Mother. A Family Biography in Two Worlds. Ed. Edmund Bentley. London: Psychic Press, 1964, 78.
(3) Philip Gilbert through Alice Gilbert, medium, Philip in Two Worlds. London: Andrew Dakers, 1948, 206.
(4) Ibid., 89-90.
(5) Ibid., 140.
(6) Ibid., 24.
(7) See “Do We Need to Fear Death?” April 9, 2019, at http://goldenageofgaia.com/2019/04/09/do-we-need-to-fear-death/
(8) Spirit leader “Imperator” (Malachi) speaking through Stainton Moses. Spirit Teachings. London: Spiritualist Press, n.d. (Prior to 1883), 149.
(9) Private Thomas Dowding in Wellesley Tudor Pole, medium, Private Dowding. The Personal Story of a Soldier Killed in Battle.London: Neville Spearman, 1966; c1917, 15.
(10) Julia [Julia T. Ames] through W.T. Stead, medium, After Death. A Personal Narrative. New York: George H. Doran, n.d.; c. 1914, 161.
(11) Unnamed spirit to Charlotte E. Dresser in Fred Rafferty, ed., Charlotte E. Dresser, medium, Life Here and Hereafter. Author’s edition. Downloaded from http://www.harvestfields.ca/ebook/02/001/00.htm, 2 Feb. 2008, 132-3.
(12) “The fire was roaring over our heads and, as we reached the entrance, a great beam or block of concrete fell on us. It was so sudden I was knocked out instantly and so were the children. The next thing I knew I found myself standing outside on top of the wreckage. It was burning furiously but it didn’t touch me and one by one the children joined me and cowered close together. We were all standing on the glowing embers, but we weren’t being burnt.
“I couldn’t understand it. I didn’t dare to move as there was fire all round us and the children were terrified. I wasn’t somehow, this was all so strange. Some queer draught, I thought, had taken the heat from the spot where we were and, if we could only stay quite still until the fire might burn out, or rescuers reach us, [we would be OK] so I told the children to stay quite still and wait.
“We did so – the fire blazed and we were all caught up in a strange way by the beauty of it and, out of the fire seemed to come shapes, and forms, and living people. Others joined us, seeing that we were unhurt and we became quite a large group.
“Then suddenly we heard voices calling us, “Don’t be afraid, walk out. Lift yourselves. You are free of the fire.” We took no notice at first – how could we lift ourselves out of the fire? Then a girl of about fifteen came up to me and said, “This is exciting. It’s like the astronauts walking in space. Have you tried it?”
“‘Well, no,’ I said, ‘how can I?’
“‘Like this,’ and she took my hand and seemed to be stepping into the air. Quite unconsciously I followed her and so did the children who were clinging to me. We were all a bit light-headed when we found ourselves walking in the air over the fire and looking down into it. “Don’t look down. Look up.”
“I did so and saw a whole mass of people like ourselves, actually walking on air! I thought: this is the strangest phenomenon. No doubt there is some quite natural, physical explanation of a gap in the gravitational pull caused by the fire. I was still very wary. I thought it might close in suddenly and we should all fall down among the blazing ruins so I told the children to hold on to me and we would move as carefully as we could while this strange pocket of air held us. …
“The current, as I supposed it was, seemed to be bearing us gently upwards, It was a very pleasant sensation. I was quite enjoying it and so were the children. Then a stillness came upon us. The roar of the fire and the screams and shouts of people died away and we were alone in space. … This was rather terrifying. What should I do next? …
“Whenever I tried to drop down, my efforts were firmly resisted. I was growing desperate. Were we sailing off to the moon on some strange current of air? Then I began to hear voices telling me not to worry. I could see no one at this stage and I thought I must be imagining things or getting delirious. The children were quiet and looked confident.
“‘Let yourself go. Relax. You are in safe keeping,’ was shouted into my ear and a short time after that I began to see we were in a large party being escorted, if you can call it that, on and on, into another layer of ether. I longed desperately to feel firm ground beneath my feet. ‘You will soon,’ said the same voice and then my hand was seized by a firm grip and, before I knew what was happening, we were among trees and flowers and standing, as I’d hoped, on firm ground in a sort of garden.
“‘Where on earth have we got to?’ I asked.
“‘Well, you’ll see,’ said the voice. ‘It’s not exactly on Earth any more.’ …
“Then suddenly, in front of me, I saw the form of a man. He seemed to grow into my vision. At first only a blurred object, which crystallized into a human form.
“‘Who are you and where am I?’ I asked in amazement.
“He was still gripping my hand. ‘Take it easy, son,’ he said. ‘You’ve passed over. You and the children have reached the next stage of living. You are now what the world calls dead.”‘ (Unnamed spirit communicator in Cynthia Sandys and Rosamund Lehmann, The Awakening Letters. Jersey: Neville Spearman, 1978, 52-4.)
Source: Golden Age of Gaia
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