Soul Trap. Wayne Sr. Stewart
will know that these men have displeased the Lord.”
Now see Numbers 16:32 for the conclusion. “So the Earth opened her mouth, and swallowed them up with their households. Along with these evil unrepented men, so went their wives and their children, and all that belonged to them. 33 They all went down alive into sheol, and the ground closed over them: and they perished from the midst of the assembly.”
All this, and not one person in all of recorded history ever reported the same experience.
Something interesting about this is that this guy never lived what any normal person would label as so sinful, that he should have to change anything about his life around. In fact, he lived a rather normal existence. What trapped him into believing all this, especially as it pertains to the self, is where the Bible says that, if the Earth opens her mouth to swallow anyone up, then that person perished because they displeased the Lord. The truth here is that he fell victim to nothing more sinister, than the power of suggestion. And who really knows what the subconscious chooses to latch on to in the end, and why?
My last story concerns my own father, now deceased. He was nine years old when his alcoholic father took him out back, hit him over the head with a shovel, and buried him in a waiting pit. Being drunk, however, he left part of his white t-shirt showing. It was maybe three or four minutes later that one of his older brothers stumbled onto the scene, and spotting the white t-shirt sticking up out of the ground, went to investigate. He ran back into the house screaming bloody murder at the top of his lungs, where the rest of the family gathered up and unearthed his lifeless body. Needless to say, in the end, he survived his encounter with death. However, he came back with a story to tell. It was one that; and for the rest of his life; made him a religious zealot. (By the way: the word, ‘zealot’ belongs to an ancient breakaway Hebrew religious group, forming about the same time as the Essenes during the era of Jesus, and means: “dagger.” All because, that’s how they dealt with those politicians who dared to disagree with their idea of religion.)
My father would tell me (and anyone else who would listen) of how he was hanging out with “The Man,” and that this man took him on a tour of the universe where all knowledge is stored. He says they spoke in tongues at a rate not humanly possible, and that, for a brief moment in non-time, he understood everything there was to ever know as it related to our universe. And there, while coddled within the fires of eternal knowledge, he came to be at peace with his death and the abusive father who delivered him over to it. He never did, hold a grudge. He said that, if “The Man” was going to grant him another chance at life, he would have to let his father go in order to move on. And so he did, as well as did the rest of the family. I, therefore, never knew my real grandfather from my father’s side. He later one day drank himself to death, whereby forging his own afterlife experience.
Many years thereafter, maybe in his early thirties, my dad drew a map of his life that he says Jesus showed him when they were together in the afterlife. Imagine the outline of an oval standing on one of its ends, and that is what he drew. On the right side were all these crazy zigs and zags that terminated at age sixty-six. The left side was considerably longer, and perfectly smooth. He went on to say that “The Man” told him the right side represented his life the way he lived it according to the dictates of mammon, and the left side the way it could have been. As for the rest of the maps regarding the knowledge of the universe that he drew, he said that Jesus gave him a clay tablet written in cuneiform, or “native spiritual symbols” as he put it, that would teach him how to understand the rest of it. He later confided in me telling me that these symbols were the language of the dead, and that only the dead could read or understand them.
Each time he progressed deeper into his knowledge of the universe, “The Man” would hand him a new clay tablet with even more language of the dead written on it, taking him ever further into the rabbit hole. As each layer shed its secrets, he would be exposed to more and more of what he called, “pure truth.” He then drew out four connected squares, while filling each one with more and more pencil specs. Each spec, he said, was another universe unto itself and that we lived in the first square with only a few pencil marks, or specs of universe representing pure truth as the case may be. But when he got to the fourth square, the one where Jesus said all knowledge of the universe is stored, as he more or less shaded it in while saying that the universes in that square were innumerable, he was told not to try and understand it because it would “explode his mind.” He then said something unusual. He said that every human being is born knowing this information, but forget as they age. He then added that, only in death, will the Almighty remind them. And that only when death is final with no chance of return, will he reveal the hidden fifth square.
I did my best to try and understand everything he was telling me (as did everybody else,) but alas, it only got more and more complicated. Even to the point where he would incessantly repeat himself, and start to speak gibberish. Or, if you prefer, that which he called “tongues.” Mt father did his best to explain everything as knew it, even to where he would stare at you with incredulity as if you were the one speaking a foreign language, but alas, words failed him along with the connection he was trying to forge. He finally admitted that it’s just that way when you’re in physical form, because the body is so limited. To date, no one in the family has been able to make sense out of what he was trying to convey. He finally admitted that it was a very intense, highly personal thing met for his eyes only. I couldn’t agree more. For those verses that bind this experience of his, I give you Proverbs 8:11. “Wisdom is better than rubies; and all the things that may be desired are not to be compared to it.”
Then there is Matthew 6:24, albeit for edification: “No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. You cannot serve God and mammon [meaning, material possessions.”]
All this, and not one person in all of recorded history ever reported the same experience.
Question: how can this be if heaven is a place of commons, as held in reserve for its masses from around the globe, as slated for everyone who ever believes since the year 1 A.D., to lord knows when in the future? The simple answer is to tell you that there is more to this place called heaven than you know. This is especially true when you realize that countless trillions of people, or those who lived and died before the “age of grace,” where never given the same chance to go to heaven.
Ah huh.
With that; and knowing this; statistics show that every day around 150,000 or so people from around the globe die. Of that number, fully a third are Christians. This means that (50,000 [or 1/3] x 365 days) = 18,250,000 Christians die annually, where (18,250,000 x the year 2012 [as based on the year 1 A.D. when heaven first opened its doors for business]) = 3.6719^10 or 445 562.315 Christian souls. Now that’s a helluva lot of “God-fearing” people. What’s more; and according to Christian doctrine; is that the other two thirds, or 66.333%, are taking up residence in you know where, meaning: you know who is winning this battle. Not only that, but at a very decisive rate. Again, that’s not only according to statistics, but Christian doctrine.
Now, as for how all these highly personal afterlife experiences are being carried over into the kingdom of death, and sometimes back again, I give you Matthew 16:19. This being where Jesus said of it: “I will give to you the keys of the kingdom of heaven so that, whatsoever you bind on Earth will be bound in heaven….” (In other words; and in today’s vernacular; “Whatsoever resonates with you personally during your lifetime, whether you read it or heard it, so shall it resonate with you in the afterlife. Even if you don’t remember it.” And there you have it: the keys to the secret of not only this life but the one to come no matter its duration because time and space do not exist as we know it. By the way: my father passed on at exactly age sixty-six, so there is at least that: although I believe it to be nothing more than a self-fulfilling prophecy because he wound up doing it to himself as an abuser of prescription meds and alcohol. My mother, herself a heavy smoker, drinker, and abuser of prescription meds, followed him eight years later at age seventy-two.)
And yes. These are those chasms of religion awash with disillusion that labor to play havoc with the abraded soul. And yes again. We just hurdled another one into a quantity of rarified air, via the immutable truth. Feels good, don’t it?