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Beneath the mortal coil, my spirit has found its end a century over. Yet, I exist. The specter of death elicits no terror in my being, for death is merely a conduit, a passage from one phase of existence to another, ushering us into a more authentic state of reality. This is a sentiment rarely shared, with only my closest companions privy to it. Today, however, I feel compelled to divulge this aspect of my spiritual odyssey.

Unseen maladies dwell within my body, maladies that have prompted countless minor cerebral hemorrhages throughout my existence, beginning from my formative years. This affliction has meant a life-long trial of small strokes often referred to as “mini-strokes” or “transient ischemic attacks” (TIAs), engendering neurological quandaries, uncontrollable tremors, and lapses in remembrance. These episodes of cerebral hemorrhage often lead to convulsive nocturnal seizures.

Guidance received from unseen sentinels and divine messengers has often revolved around the need to thin out the human consciousness. In my life’s journey, there seems to be no better means of achieving this than experiencing a stroke, followed by a convulsive seizure. This sequence effectively disconnects you from your identity, and from your interactions with the external, inducing a partial or total amnesia about one’s identity.

Through the prudent employment of anticoagulants, I’ve managed to gain some control over cerebral hemorrhages. Yet, the convulsive fits persist. It has often been suggested to me that these convulsions serve to clear neural blockages. I find this hypothesis plausible, based on my personal encounters. If I employ my cognitive faculties too vigorously and engage in excessive speech, rumination, or fervent prayer, I find myself predisposed to further convulsions, sometimes multiple within the span of a night.

During these convulsive fits, I experience a temporary death, a brief separation from my physical form that I estimate lasts around three to five seconds. At this moment, I find myself transported to my true self, my spiritual form, and within moments, I perceive my surroundings with startling clarity. It’s akin to submersion in a dark ocean, struggling for breath, before propelling oneself towards the surface, moving from the submerged darkness to the bright, clear sky above, the transition analogous to crossing into another dimension.

Upon breaching the water’s surface, you draw a gasp, a renewed breath suffused with the freshness of the celestial realm, a moment of supreme, electrifying perception of reality. Sometimes, I find myself in a familiar room, bathed in soft blue light, a window and an entrance door framing the compact space, with a table placed beside the entrance, and a bed on which I lie, seemingly asleep.

My terrestrial journey continues, even as I simultaneously exist in this other space. Occasionally, my spiritual awakening finds me traversing colossal mountains, floating on iridescent lakes fringed by verdant forests, or nearing the periphery of a city of crimson crystals. The lucidity and detail of everything are astonishing, from each blade of grass to every tree leaf. It’s a stark contrast to the terrestrial realm with its imposing glass structures, ugly streets, and ubiquitous electric wires.

In that brief transcendent moment, as I emerge from the water, I perceive this celestial realm. However, just as swiftly as I ascended, I descend, returning to my terrestrial form and falling back onto my bed. Each time I cycle through this, what could be as many as a hundred times, I am captivated by the grandeur and veracity of the experience. The process of shedding the physical form is strangely addictive, akin to thinning out the human consciousness, a process that itself has an allure.

By diminishing our human consciousness, we prepare ourselves to receive divine gifts and blessings from the celestial realms. There’s no need to physically die to perceive these realms, as you can experience them right now, within your corporeal form, through communion with the divine, prayer, and meditation. Don’t delay this spiritual awakening, don’t wait for your final death to occur.

Embrace this momentum, and cease squandering time, a resource in short supply in our human lives. Amidst the oscillations between unconscious sleep and conscious wakefulness, and the myriad daily activities, carve out moments to meditate and pray, seeking spiritual upliftment for yourself and others.

Fear not death, for death, is akin to a transient slumber, a dream. In the moments of my ‘death’ experiences, I felt no pain, merely a sudden release from the constraints of my nervous system and physical consciousness. I find myself instantly in my celestial form, at peace, albeit for a few brief seconds. On a single night, I’ve experienced up to five convulsions, each opening the portal to the heavenly realm. Even a few seconds of perception is sufficient to fathom the celestial realm.