Come See the Light, Before You Even Think of Dying

Patience my friend. Can’t do quantum physics without basic math first.

Then one day: there it was: no stairs, no meadows, right there in our meditation room behind four of my fellow students, the most brilliant, shining, tall beings I had ever seen. It seemed to me the whole room was bathed in the most indescribable white light. Did I see this with my eyes open or closed? Frankly I didn’t remember nor did I care.

I learned in this one short moment the difference between thinking I saw and knowing without doubt or hesitation that I SAW THE LIGHT BEINGS. This was not something even close to what pictures or movies had ever portrayed to me.

In one instance I knew (no I experienced) the difference between imagination and vision. Or was it celestial viewing? What would one call this? With that incredible sight a feeling came over me, an opening of the heart or something that most certainly was hard to understand. But perhaps that was where my problem lay as usual. I tried to understand with my brain instead of knowing within my heart.

I wanted to cry. No, I wanted to laugh: no that wasn’t it either. All I could say to myself (after all we were in meditation) was "Wow! If this is what heaven is like, let me do it right now."

Goodness, what if it was really true and there was a whole cotton picking Spiritual Universe out there and not only Heaven the way I had always thought of it in my simple childish beliefs. (Good and evil. Heaven and Hell; Heaven up there with fluffy clouds to sit on and Hell down there with fire and unpleasant things.)

Good God what a great new world for me to explore. Or better said, what a great "out of this world" to explore.

My next crazy, weird experience was in a group meditation. Minding my own business so to speak, I followed our teacher’s soothing voice as I was drifting higher and higher, way up there, almost to the nothingness place, when I heard two mischievous voices saying:

"Let us talk to the group. " I was startled and not sure if some one was having fun with me.

"Why?" I asked:

"Oh just to have some fun it’s not to often that we can get through." was their reply.

I said, "no absolutely not. You are probably those spirits that make me talk with an Irish accent and behave badly."(The very nerve of them to interfere with my meditation and invade my space). How dare they? I had no use for entities that might make me speak in a strange language or do other outrages things. Besides I wanted to see things, understand things, not be a messenger boy!

When I shared with my group the experience of the voices and their desire to talk through me, they thought it would have been fun to speak with them.

Fun for whom? I suggested. I felt like I had almost been invaded by the body snatchers and my classmates thought it would have been great? Talk about difference of opinions. Let them get their own voices!

As I grew through my meditations, it became very obvious to me, that I had to let go of the past. There was so much pain and unresolved anger. I felt it was pretty much impossible to let go or forget it. After years and years I was still waiting for the major wrong doers in my life to get theirs and I wanted to be there when they got their come uppance.

"OK, OK," I told myself," I will try to meditate on this oversized issue."

Since I didn’t know how to package all these big hurts into one" forgiveness" bundle, I tried to relaxed and let go. I saw myself putting all those issues into a beautiful lacquered wooden box.

So far so good, now I set the box into a light beam on an otherwise dark stage. A sigh of relief came over me when I saw the box slowly moving up into the light. But then it stopped and reversed its course until it reached the stage again. There it sat and didn’t budge.

Since all my angry feelings were now in this box I didn’t cherish the thought of having to figure out something else to get rid of it. As I moved closer to pick it up, it turned into a Pandora’s box. Snakes were sticking out ever which way. I stood there stunned. What now??

Suddenly out of nowhere a cartoon dragon appeared? Yes you heard right, a cartoon dragon in my meditation, small head, long neck, fat butt and green all over." I am meditating here!! " I thought, how could this happen?

I fell back on my breathing and relaxing as my instructor had taught me. How could I have a cartoon dragon in my meditation? There are supposed to be holy men or saints here, not cartoon dragons!

More insultingly the dragon didn’t even notice me. He saw the box. He looked right, he looked left, like a kid about to snatch a cookie and guess what?

He grabbed the box, wriggling snakes and all and swallowed it. He hummed to himself and was about to waddle off, when I grabbed a cricket paddle and scored a full hit smack in the middle of his ample behind. I can still feel the anger that my oh so important problems would be disposed of by a cartoon dragon of all things. My hit propelled the dragon over the valley. It landed behind the next mountain range, causing an explosion that lit up the sky. You would think that would be the end of it but no----. His head appeared peaking over the mountain range. He looked at me and said: "What did you do that for," in his goofy voice. What a meditation. I didn’t know if should laugh or cry. What a heyday any shrink would have with this one.

Just think my fellow students are meeting their loved ones, seeing their Guardian Angels, and I see cartoon Dragons, marvelous. I read about great teachers and masters that have their special guides and venerable masters in the other realm to give them council and I wind up with a cartoon dragon that solves my problems by eating them.

As I looked over to the right I saw the being that I thought of as my Guardian Angel standing at the foot of the stairs engrossed in a conversation with a mighty impressive being who seemed to have just come down those stairs. The stairs were awash in a golden glow. He was still standing two steps above my guardian Angel and he was totally golden, brilliantly golden, and translucent. I couldn’t make out his face though.

I was very intimidated by this whole scene and would have liked not to be there. I thought maybe I could tiptoe away quietly, but the luminous being said:" Are you ready to go up?" He sounded so familiar, as if he had known me for a long time.

I thought; doesn’t he know I am seeing him for the first time? I am a strange kid in a strange country, hum Surrounding, and hum Universe. No I was not ready to go any place. I was still shaking in my proverbial boots from all I was seeing at the moment. However, who would dare to talk to, let alone question such a brilliant being?