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Search - The Other Side of God: The Eleven Gem Odyssey of Being (love, dreams, altered states, death - philosophy, metaphysics, spirituality)

The Other Side of God The Eleven Gem Odyssey of Being - love, dreams, altered states, death - philosophy, metaphysics, spirituality
Author: Susan D. Kalior

Philosophical Fiction: This book is designed to broaden personal, social, and spiritual perceptions that the reader may embrace their uniqueness, heal psychological wounds, and confidently forge their personal path. The reader is catalyzed into their own personal journey as the pages are turned. A sage of unseen worlds guides a woman into hersel... more »f, and frees her into the quintessential meaning of life beyond the written word. Packed with cutting-edge metaphysical insights, and powerful psychological understandings; this book sheds light on the human psyche and multi-dimensional realities, bringing one into a more fruitful life experience. Masterfully woven into the story are ways to understand the depth of one's self, harness personal power, grow spiritually beyond conventional religion, and to experience what is beyond time. Excerpt I felt the storm, behind me, threatening to engulf me. And suddenly it felt more real than anything. Panic seized me. I trembled violently. This was the day of days, the moment of moments, the moment of reckoning! The earth rumbled louder, and began quaking. Fear flashed in my eyes. He said, "All around you the earth may crumble, but it is your fear and clinging to what you think you need, that makes it so. In this moment, release the idea of individual identity. Experience Pure Creative Energy, totality." A crimson light glowed around Him. His physical body became almost transparent. I swallowed hard with tears in my eyes. "I'm trying," I murmured. Hot liquid trailed down my cheek, landing in the corner of my mouth. I tasted the salt. I focused on the inner calm, on the oneness, on the concept that beyond our individuality, we are all the same. The streets filled with rushing people emerging from buildings in a frenzy, insanely pushing and trampling each other. Just as many seemed robotic, milling around slowly, empty of heart and hope. This was my fear. This is what my fear did to me. I focused harder on the inner calm, the one great energy. No one seemed to notice Him, but they noticed me and Liberty, bumping up against us. I grabbed her close to me, trying to assess what to do. I saw much suffering, feeling pulled into that current, that focus, the pain of others! Releasing fear was so hard, yet it was tied into the idea that we were separate from each other. If we are not separate, there is nothing to save. Buildings collapsed. People screamed, crushed by the blows. I called for Him, "Don't leave us! The people need you. Guide us! Lead us! Help!" He said, "Your fear is doing this to you, Susan. Your reality comes from your perception." "But we need your help!" "You do not." "We do!" "All is well," He said calmly. Before Him appeared an eleven-foot arced bridge of red light. Though invisible to most, the bridge and My Fool, a few beings walked toward Him and began crossing the ethereal bridge. His words echoed inside me, chillingly. "The distant train from Highway Eleven arrives for those ready to hang up their identities, those whose unidentified desires have called to claim their natural right to reunite with Pure Creative Energy; to again be in the seat of that flame that burns so strong!" I grabbed Liberty's hands and tried to cross the bridge. An unseen barrier was in place. He cocked His head, eyes loving. "Not yet. Even I am not quite ready." "You aren't leaving us yet?" He shook His head almost a little fed up that I never seemed to understand that leaving is an illusion. In an anxious voice, I rattled on, "Well, when you cross the bridge, Liberty and I want to come with you. Why not? We are all connected. Nothing is really happening. There is really no where to go or nothing to do . . . remember?" "And yet . . . there is." "I don't want to be a warrior!" He raised His brows. "Yes, you do." I almost suffocated on the lump of tears that gobbed in my throat. The gob moved out my eyes. I started crying. My fear caused terror, a terror so great my world was crumbling and it felt like the earth was being consumed with violence and suffering. Liberty clung to my waist as a hunk of steel shot past us. Another being crossed the bridge and disappeared on the other side. A store window exploded. I whimpered like a child, "Ohhh." A brawl broke out to the side of us. Liberty didn't relinquish her hold on my waist. He said, "These catastrophes are simply a climax in the symphony of you. You cry for help because once more you are being swallowed by a facade, the damsel in distress. You, like most, cry desperately in the deafening silence of secret agony, reaching for that stranger to pay some attention; reaching for that familiar person to give what is needed, waiting to be recognized as significant. When reaching out does not work, and there is nothing left to reach for, the cry intensifies. Behind stone faces and false smiles, are screams pleading, `Save me!' Our inner wailing shakes the earth to wake us up from this dream called life. The walls crash around us. Our masks strip away, because in the light of such chaos we can be nothing but real. We scream for freedom, because we can't be caged in the mirror anymore. When caged too long, we starve for Pure Creative Energy. Thus the cosmic inhale, the reuniting with our source, coming home to the flame maker, remembering just enough about our roots to sigh with relief, before setting off for a new adventure. A new adventure awaits you, Susan. First, resolve the one you are in. Release your current perceptions!" I heard Him speak. I heard Him. Yet, terror raged within me. I cried out, "I thought had come further than this. I thought I had outgrown this." "You are slipping back," He said, "your prerogative." "No," I exclaimed. "I cannot stop now, when the symphony is at its height!" "Then do not fear the changing of your world, Susan. Let it burn and destroy your limited perceptions." I cried, "But you are leaving soon, and I don't believe I can do any more without you." He shook His head again in that subtlety frustrated manner. "I am someone who helped you break free from image and empower yourself. But it was you who summoned me into your life because you were ready to change. I am an aspect of you. In truth, you saved yourself, in the same way that only you can victimize yourself." "I'm afraid to trust myself." "Turn around, Susan." "I don't want to face the chaos." "Turn around, Susan." I feared to turn around and face my world. What if a bottle hit my head, or a bullet my heart. An arm came round my neck and pulled me backwards. Liberty fell away from me. I tried to pull the arm off me. I saw His arm thrust toward me, and then a flash of a brown gem fly in my mouth, like a clog of dirt, yet I knew it was the arm that choked me. I couldn't breathe. Liberty screamed. "The Gem of Transitions," I heard Him say from a seeming distance. The wisdom of the brown gem choking me was the tyranny of truth. If we don't swallow it, we choke on it. We are forced to live by being forced to die. Natural Law was like a big hospital machine that forced you to breathe. Maybe our will wasn't our own. Yet, the brown of the earth also was a foundation to grow in. There were no changing colors of this brown gem, brown was brown, rich for the growing, or the home of the dead, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. I heard the world shouting at me. I seemed to split into a million factions sliding down into holes like worms. Ideas pushed me down, `You don't measure up. You live in fantasy.' Slithering down. `You are insane. Your ideas are stupid. You don't know what you are talking about.' Down. `You aren't real.' I'm not real. Slithering down . . . mindless, heartless, nothing. The worlds suffering infiltrated me. I'd lost my focus on the all. I knew only pain. Thirty people die in an explosion. Two ten-year olds kill toddler. Terrorist harm hundreds with noxious gas in subway. Earthquake kills thousands in Japan. Riot breaks in L.A. AIDS epidemic is sweeping the world. The world is I. Why do I do this to myself? The chokehold tightened. I blacked out. _______________________________

ISBN-13: 9780979566301
ISBN-10: 0979566304
Publication Date: 5/24/2007
Pages: 208
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Publisher: Blue Wing Publications, Workshops, and Lectures
Book Type: Paperback
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