FUTURE VOICE Magazine II | INFINITY
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A Near Death Experience
The knowledge – who we really are, what the true nature of our consciousness is, whether our existence is limited to a mortal body or extends far beyond it - is classified as secret knowledge, especially in monotheistic-dominated societies.
Only behind closed doors do scientists and doctors dare to exchange knowledge that lies beyond the officially taught norms; for fear of losing their job or being discredited as a lunatic.
Already in childhood it is drilled into our heads that perceptions outside the five senses are not existent, must not be existent.
A taboo with closely guarded borders. But why?
The current situation of the pandemic clearly illustrates the possible reasons for this. It is a question of power politics. Billions of people can be controlled by their fear of death and easily directed in the desired direction.
With this edition of our series, we want to push open the door to this knowledge, because it is absolutely fundamental. It is the basis of our being and elemental to every single decision we make in our life and every single step we take.
My Near Death Experience (NDE)
Please understand this as You Will, but know that this is the Truest Knowledge, and Realist Reality, that anything has ever shown me. May I relay the message that was given to me, to give to You.
The morning was rolling by without any major mishaps. The first flight from the arrival point, and the initial mountain climb, only lasted at best a minute or less. The wind for the most part was non-existent from any direction. The thermal build up that was observed earlier on the far North Eastern Horizon, was getting closer, and the air was becoming more and more turbulent.
Dennis, a Hang Gliding buddy and I, had taken a couple more halfway decent, low wind flights that lasted maybe a couple of minutes each. We traveled up the mountain much easier for these beings. I drove us up in my car to the three-quarters mark for the second, and Dennis drove us up to the same place for the third.
The Sun was at about 11 o'clock by this time, and the mountain was starting to get covered with 10 to 20 brightly colored Man and Woman kites, their pilots, and four-wheel-drive vehicles to ride back up to the mountain’s top on.
When they'd fly down from one run to the top, they would break down and catch another ride up as quickly as possible. That was Standard procedure out here for us chasing the wind to fly it.
When the Sun had reached about 12 o'clock high, the Thermals were upon us, and they were very strong! Dennis and I were the only ones set up on top this time and we were watching the Thermals walk through. They were coming right at the mountains north-east face and were moving right on and over us. The air was shifting in a constant pattern.
First, there was the mellow breeze that had been blowing all morning, and then there would be a calm, a lull in the air. Then that was immediately followed by a huge gust of upward moving wind. One pilot earlier didn't have the nose of his kite held down when one of these gusts came through, and it picked up his wing and hurled it across the flats on the mountains top, breaking it badly in several places. He then packed its remains into the back of a truck and drove it down to the mountains base.
A feeling had been growing in me for the past year or so. A feeling of something very big was coming to me ... and it was going to come to me through Hang Gliding. I really didn’t feel any question about that. I was either going to excel and become a very good pilot like I wanted to be. Or it might be the opposite dread, of my attempts becoming a total failure at this endeavor of trying to learn how to fly and ultimately dying from it. There seemed to be only these two options in what was calling to me from an unknown source. A Warning?
The feeling had grown much stronger in the most recent months and days ... and this was making me skid-dish to fly. But the truth of the matter was ... I really didn’t care much anymore if the bad option happened ... the man made world hadn’t shown me much to be interested in, and the very real possibility of being able to fly away like a bird materializing, was worth the risk. I was young, ignorant, Stupid, and foolishly feeling invincible.
My kite was set up next to Dennis' and we were both ready. I don't think that either of us had flown in any thermals that were this strong before, and I knew for a fact that I hadn't. The power in these gusts made me hesitant, and the thought crossed my mind several times to tear down and find a pick- up truck to get back to the landing area.
But just then, I saw the clouds separate and form a very circular opening in the clouds that was letting a large beam of moving Sun light reach the ground. This column of light was coming directly towards the bowl where I was set up, and at that moment, I felt it call to me. “Here I am, I'm what you've been waiting for.”
Stunned, I looked at the billows of cumulus clouds that were moving about 700 feet above the ground, and maybe 150 feet directly over my head, and the light beam was nearing the mountains base. “Wow,” I said to myself as I hooked into the kite and felt my adrenaline start to pump hard as I picked my Hang Glider up. “I'm going for it!” I shouted over to Dennis, as I stood there balancing my wing into the wind. I noticed a look of surprise ... perhaps it was shock on his face that I was attempting to fly in these conditions.
My heart was pounding loudly in my ears as I took the two steps for balance and began to run. The wind was only the mild breeze, and I became airborne after a few quick steps. The beam of light was dead ahead about fifty feet, and I was gliding my way towards it when a wave of lift kicked me off to the right. I corrected, and proceeded forward slowly, when I felt the lull before the storm.
Suddenly, the control bar came up into my chest with great force behind it and the nose of my kite went way too high, putting me in a terrible Left wing stall. I was being thrust up and backwards as I entered this beam of light. It was as if a giant hand had grabbed the kingpost on the top of my craft and was throwing me through the air, RIGHT BACK AT THE MOUNTAIN!
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