Life After Death: Our Progress Through Ever-Expanding Dimensions

Today´s glorious sunrise heralds a brand-new timeframe: 2021! It´s New Years Day and I have just awakened from a very important Dream Monologue which I caught myself in as I slowly emerged from a very deep sleep. Wow! I must journal this immediately or it will  quickly evaporate!

This most-unusual dream was absolutely not predicated on the fact that today launches a brand new year. At least, I wasn’t thinking of this holiday as I held forth, in semi-sleep, speaking to the Upper Dimensions along the lines of “Leaving The Old and Entering The New.”  I literally woke up listening to myself and these hasty notes were jotted down before I had to show up for breakfast.

So, this will be sketchy, at best.  But the action came in ever-expanding patterns, so perhaps I can capture the overall concept of: “Repeating Themes of Life At Death.” It might help to imagine this tale as the progression between Netflix episodes. Those endings and new beginnings can be rather abrupt, but they are also easy to follow because one has become involved in the story, itself. My Dream Theme was “Eternity And The Human Soul Passing Through Time And Higher Dimensions.”

I am certain that my present study of Neale Donald Walsch´s fifth book: ¨Home With God In A Life That Never Ends,¨ is responsible for my own graphic insight of last night. Walsch is also the author of the ground-breaking book, ¨Conversations With God,¨ by the way.

Okay, imagine yourself in this same dream which I saw myself in during this morning´s   verbalized presentation. I was semi-awake but didn´t open my eyes to interrupt this most-unusual, self-narrated occasion.  Admittedly, at 83 years old, I’m eagerly awaiting my own crossover into the Next World: my own death; though I still have no impending prospects of that happening any time soon.

Okay, here’s the dream scene: My disembodied, newly-dead, self was pressed, face-first, against the inside of a vast rubber balloon, the color of night sky. I took stock of the scene itself. Below was planet Earth, surrounded by this same vast balloon; and the other side, the outside,  of the thin, rubber surface, consisted of Nothingness. But, I couldn´t break through that pliable rubber which I was mashed against.

It actually took determined pushing before my nose managed to pop through. I wondered if everybody had so much trouble?  Or did they ultimately become  determined to leave the earth behind, even with so little apparent reward waiting on the other side? Sheer emptiness? That’s not what I’ve been told about this dying process!

At last, when half of my face had managed to push itself through, I experienced an initial sudden fear and revulsion. Maybe that’s a natural sensation of being Lost In Space? Well, as I moved on through the balloon hole, I took stock of my present body parts and wondered what I could possibly do within that black darkness ahead. Well, I wasn´t in too bad a shape! Even though my form was pretty formless. I was totally alone, although many other humans in my life had contributed to this present, resulting body image.

It seemed like I was still only half of a whole, while leaving the Earth Dimension behind.

Would I ever find “My Better Half?” Would I ever meet a True Love to be my Mate? This present earth life had not provided such a one. However, throughout this whole self-examination, I was, more or less, given to know that it was all okay.  We humans have to muddle on, as best we can, through these  formative, and formidable, tests that Planet Earth provides. And, that it´s absolutely necessary to arrive at this final moment all by ourselves. Any Lovers, Spouses, Children, Friends, or Relatives, cannot be of service to us now.

“Our own positive history throughout this life is vital to our ability to break away from Earth at our natural Death and enter the Next Realm!”

(To be continued!)



About Linda J. Brown

Linda is a solo around the world traveler, having slowly explored the world's two hemispheres. A third trip around the equator has just begun, planned to last at least four years. After living for a year in the spiritual and beautiful town of Santa Fe, New Mexico, she has transferred to the beautiful and spiritual town of San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. Feeling honored that the mysterious Hurricane Patricia paid her a call during her first week; she is none-the-less, eternally-grateful that this "worst hurricane in human history" decided to leave the planet alone, after all.
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