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The most strident skeptics are often that way because they have had a personal world-shattering spiritual experience. Sometimes these experiences are so profound that they make them question everything they previously believed. So of course, they are going to ask hard questions. Since these questions are often based in fear of the unknown, they come across as angry and hostile. This is especially true when they have suffered the loss of a child. They can see my research as fairy tales designed to simply make them feel better but ultimately not true or real. The stakes are high for them. If my research is true, then a profound spiritual experience that they had previously dismissed might also be true. And all their previous assumptions about life and death might be false.
One such skeptic was a Critical Care Nurse I had worked closely with for many years. After I published our research teams findings on near death experiences in the medical literature, I was invited to present my findings at Grand Rounds at Seattle Children’s Hospital. Afterwards, the doctors and other professors gathered around, fascinated by our research, and recounting their own experiences with patients. A frequent comment was that they had too heard spiritual visions from patients but previously had felt uncomfortable discussing them. Now there was a scientific framework to discuss them with patients. In other words, suddenly it was okay to talk about something that previously had been dismissed or trivialized.
Except for this nurse. Her thin body quivered, and her face was pinched and angry as she pushed her way through the audience towards me. She stridently attacked me, in front of my colleagues, saying that my research was not scientific, that it meant nothing. I was taken aback, felt defensive, and didn’t know what to say. I stammered and started to repeat that the most prestigious medical journals had accepted our research as well as the Heads of the Departments of Psychiatry, Neurology and the Intensive Care Unit at Seattle Children’s. She just scoffed and turned her back on me.
Listening to Anger
From time to time, I would see her in the hallways. I knew her well, as she worked in the Intensive Care Unit. At first, I was defensive, even ducking into a patient’s room to avoid speaking to her. Yet as I listened beyond her anger, I came to realize that she was asking me important questions, the same questions we attempted to answer with our research.
One day I was in the main lobby talking with some of the residents. nurses and medical students. I saw her bearing down on me, an intensity in her eyes, that made me think of a mother about to collar a badly behaved son. She was pushing people out of the way, without so much as an “excuse me”. I could feel my heart rate climbing and my palms were beginning to perspire. I knew that I had some explaining to do, but just didn’t know about what.
“I have read all your papers in the medical journals” she said. “how do you know that these kids weren’t just having a reaction to morphine or valium. What about all the other drugs we give patients in the ICU”.
I calmly explained that we studied patients who were given all the same drugs as those children who had had near death experiences, many times at much higher doses. But they weren’t near death. None of them had anything resembling a near death experience.
“Okay, but how do you know they weren’t just making it all up? Maybe they just wanted to be on a talk show with the famous Dr. Morse. I have heard my patients tell all sorts of crazy stories about monsters chasing them with needles.”
I remembered how Elizabeth Kubler Ross had counseled me to listen to angry people. “Often they push people away with their anger but remember that under that anger often is great hurt”. I looked at the nurse closely and saw the hurt in her eyes. Even tears.
Skeptics are Often Struggling with Powerful Emotions
I took her to a bench and spoke calmly and lovingly to her. “We studied these patients long before I was the Dr. Morse on the Oprah Show. They tell amazingly consistent experiences which have little in common with Intensive Care Unit psychosis. I had the same questions you have. You know Don Tyler (Head of the Intensive Care Unit) and Jerry Milstein (Head of the Department of Neurology). They would never have put their name to our findings unless they were rock solid science.”
But tell me, why is this so important to you?
Tears came to her eyes as she told me her story. When her daughter was 14, she came down with leukemia. The two vowed to fight this illness with all the heart they could muster, but their best was not enough. During the next two years, she spend 20 weeks in the hospital. This was during a time her friends were worrying about dressing for the prom or what jeans to wear that day for school. “My daughter was wearing a wig and throwing up all day” said the nurse.
After her third relapse, our oncologist took the mother aside and told her that her daughter had only a few weeks to live. “I wanted to spend as much quality time with her as possible. I knew in my heart it was hopeless, but I wanted her to have a peaceful death, that was the only gift I could give her” said the nurse.
Unfortunately, that was not to be. As her daughter deteriorated, the team of doctors with life support equipment was called. The mother, as an Intensive Care Unit Nurse, knew their efforts would be futile, but didn’t know how to tell the doctors to just let her little girl die.
For several hours the doctors and nurses put lines into her veins and tubes into her nose. When her heart stopped, they put paddles on her chest and shocked her back to life. When the mother gasped at what was happening, a nurse led her from the room.
“Finally, when it was all over, they let me come back into the room. The entire resuscitation team left with their heads down, none could look me in the eye. They felt they had failed me as they had not been able to keep my daughter alive.”. As a Critical Care Physician, I knew how they felt. It is a horrible feeling, wanting to do everything possible, and yet knowing that even if we succeed, it is only temporary, that the battle had been lost long ago.
My Daughter Came Back to Give Me a Message
The mother sat alone with her daughter and sobbed. She sat in silence. And then something shocking happened.
Her daughter sat up and looked her mother in the eye. “She was alive. I know she was”, she said. “She squeezed my hand and said “Stop crying Mom. I’m okay now. I watched everything that happened and saw them take you out of the room. I’m okay Mom. I love you.”
“I am sorry I came on so strong with you Dr. Morse, but I had to be sure your research was solid. For the past 10 months, I thought what happened to me was all a grief induced hallucination. I didn’t believe what my heart knew was true. But after you presented your research at Grand Rounds, suddenly I knew I wasn’t out of my mind with grief. I know what I saw as a nurse. After your lecture, I realized that my daughter came back for me for just a few seconds to give me that message. After hearing about near death experiences, and that science that supports them as real, I will never think about my daughter’s death the same way again.
Betty Eadie writes in the forward to my book Parting Visions of how premonitions and visions have the power to prepare us for the loss of loved ones. The loss of an infant or child can render life meaningless; the knowledge that premonitions are real and not inventions of the mind can restore meaning to what is otherwise a senseless tragedy and descent into an abyss of grief.
I was the Eadie's Pediatrician and cared for Betty's grandchildren. Here is what she wrote about her own premonition when her daughter died of sudden infant death (SIDS) at age 3 months. "Usually I would just hold her until she fell asleep and then put her to bed. I had several children already, and as any parent in that position knows, I needed all the spare time I could get. When I got her to sleep, I finally had some time to myself to rest.
This particular night was different. When Cynthia fell asleep, I held her in my arms for several hours, even though I had other things to do. I felt deeply compelled on this particular night to just hold her in my arms and rock her". Betty told me that she had a sense of great sadness, yet peace. Cynthia died later that night.
Betty writes: Parents have a special bond with their children. I have heard many parents tell of knowing that their children were in trouble, even when they are hundreds of miles away. There is a psychic bond that most parents admit to without hesitation.
I did a scientific study of SIDS with the Southwest SIDS Institute that we published in the medical journals. We documented that frequently parents have vivid dreams, premonitions, visions or strong intuitions prior to their infant's passing. We did a control group of parents who reported on their dreams and fears of SIDS for infants that did not pass, and we showed that there was a provable difference between the two groups. Sadly, the premonitions did not prevent any infants from dying, even when the parents would take their infants to doctors to have them evaluated.
Betty writes: "I believe that premonitions are God's way of telling us about difficult events before they happen so that they will not come as such a surprise to us. God tries to not give us more than we can handle, and one of his ways of doing that is by gracing us with visions that foreshadow events.
He did that with me just a few days before my father died. The visions I had took place in a dream. I was puzzled by them, but after my father died, there was no mistaking what it meant. The vision prepared me for my father's death. Although I was deeply saddened by his death, I realized that the gentle beauty of my dream was to make me understand that my father would soon be gone.
Visions and spiritual experiences happen frequently to those who are dying. Unfortunately these experiences are often ignored or even ridiculed. This is too bad as they have great power to ease the dying experience and heal grief in the living. In fact the healing benefits of these experiences are so great that, as Dr. Melvin Morse points out, if they were a pill they would be prescribed in hospitals everywhere.
It is clear to me that Melvin Morse has followed his spirit in researching this topic. Like many important medical researchers, he is being led in his work by faith, the subconscious knowledge that his work is beneficial to the body, mind and spirit of mankind.
Being led by faith is far more difficult than being led by knowledge." (Thank you Betty for these amazing words of support)
It has not been easy making the transition from the rational logical world of critical medicine to learning to listen to those same patients and learning about their spiritual intuitions. Often the healings I have seen from spritual visions and intuitions is far greater than any medical interventions by our team of doctors and nurses. I recently met the neuroscientist Mona Sabhani who told me she made a similar transition. She says "the old me would have hated the new me". I can relate to that, as I started out my research to prove that Elizabeth Kubler Ross and my to be brother in law Raymond Moody were wrong when their research showed that the dying experience is vibrantly spiritual. My team at Children's Hospital in Seattle thought that we would prove that medications or a lack of oxygen to the brain were the causes of NDEs.
It has often been a hard lonely even painful path. I am guided by the fact that I had personally witnessed experiences that I strongly feel grieving parents need to know. I also want parents to know that science validates their spiritual intuitions, rather than debunking them as is often erroneously believed.
My Mom, who had a powerful near death experience before she passed, always told me that there are no coincidences. I was privileged to be at her bedside while she was in a coma and the doctors were considering stopping her life support. She suddenly opened her eyes and turned to me and said "Incredible". She lapsed back into coma, but then made a full recovery and lived for a few more months, From then on she constantly admonished me "Melvin, there are no coincidences. Pay attention to your life".
It was not a coincidence that I was Betty Eadie's Pediatrician for her grandchildren. Every day I am encouraged and inspired by her words of support for me.
MY HUSBAND SAW THE EXACT SAME THING
Often after death visitations come with their own validation. But we must be open to the idea of spiritual visions and more importantly, willing to talk about them and share with others.
The case of hospice worker Lizabeth Sumner illustrates this point. Lizabeth was a veteran hospice nurse at San Diego Hospice. This down to earth veteran of hospice care had a visitation from one of her young patients, which cannot be dismissed as a “grief induced hallucination” or wish fulfillment. In this case, the fact that another person many miles away shared the same experience makes it even harder to dismiss.
This supernatural story begins in the most natural of ways. Around Valentine’s Day, Lizabeth was busy helping a young boy die. He had a form of heart disease that doctors had already done all they could to prolong his life. Now that the end was near, Jimmy (not his real name) had decided to die at home.
His parents supported his decision to die at home. They had seen him struggle for a long time, and now they just wanted to make him comfortable and surround him with love. Lizabeth came to help. She had taken a special liking to Jimmy and his family. They were tight-knit and caring, and Jimmy showed the confidence and intelligence of a child who was raised by loving supportive parents.
Jimmy and his family gave everything they had to each other in those final days. They celebrated his birthday early as they knew he wouldn’t make it to the actual date. His only birthday wish was to go to dinner in a limousine. Jimmy’s parents couldn’t afford to hire one, so they borrowed a Ford Taurus from a friend and rode around town while Jimmy basked in the front seat as if he were a celebrity. When they stopped for dinner, it was for hot dogs and Slurpees. For a while, Jimmy forgot that this was his last birthday party.
The actual death a few weeks later was not a surprise. His mother said that he got up early that day and made sandwiches for his brother’s school lunches. He told her: “I made them special today as they will need all the energy they can get”. Jimmy weakened as the day progressed. Lizabeth was there, and she saw the fight fading from his eyes. He asked that his favorite music be put on a tape player.
The parents embraced Jimmy. “Come on,” they said. “Come on now, it’s all right Jimmy. It’s okay to let go”. For a moment he would seem to leave his body, then pull back in, but finally he sighed and left his body for good, surrounded by his brothers, parents, pediatrician, and Lizabeth.
Lizabeth’s job was over now. She helped the family make some of the necessary arrangements and waited for the mortuary van to come. She noticed one of Jimmy’s brothers was standing in the front yard. She picked up a basketball and shot hoops with him for a bit. Then she went home.
That was when it happened.
As she drove down the freeway, the windshield was filled with a vision so vivid that she had to pull off to the side of the road.
In this vision, she saw Jimmy, happy, and animated, holding a man’s hand. She couldn’t see the man, but saw that Jimmy was happy. He looked adoringly at the man’s face and had a look of great peace. The vision was as real as any ordinary experience. No words were spoken, but his eyes said it all. “The light was back in his eyes”, Lizabeth said. “I could hear him say, ‘I’m all right now’ although he did not move his lips”.
Lizabeth only told her husband about the vision. She thought of keeping it that way, but at Jimmy’s funeral, thought she should at least tell his family. She pulled his mother aside and told her what she had seen. The woman immediately burst into tears.
“That’s exactly what my husband saw” she said. “Right after Jimmy died, my husband saw the same thing”.
This story captures the power of death related visions and after death visitations. They are paranormal yet very normal events that possess enormous potential for healing. We must begin to take these visions seriously. Studies show that as many as 70% of grieving parents, and 50% of grieving spouses have such experiences yet they are often ignored or trivialized.
And we must have the courage to talk about them. If Lizabeth had not had the courage to tell Jimmy’s mother her vision of Jimmy, the family would not have been able to have the validation that both visions, seen miles apart, brought to this story.
The spiritual experiences and intuitions surrounding the passing of loved ones can be powerful tools to begin the process of healthy grieving. But what if we don’t believe in a God? Or if we do believe and yet nothing is coming through? And what if our pain is so great we simultaneously desperately long for something, some sign, some message from our loved ones who have passed, and yet push away any thought that such a sign or message could be real?
I am a former Pediatric Critical Care Physician and have researched dozens of children's near death experiences. As a result, I have worked with hundreds of grieving parents over the years. Often they are the most skeptical and cynical questioners of my research, for as one father bitterly told me: “What you seem to be selling is just too good to be true.” I welcomed his cynicism, as I understand that the stakes are high: If near death experiences are real, then the entire range of deathbed experiences are real, from premonitions of death to after death communications.
Grieving parents deserve clear honest answers. After I thoroughly addressed his doubts, he shared with me that after his son passed, the family’s Christmas cactus shifted its blooming cycle from late November to the anniversary of his passing in late Spring. “I just thought it was a coincidence” he confided. “Now I know better”.
A Miracle Might be a Parking Spot
One young patient of mine's dying wish to her family was to see the Broadway production of the Lion King that was coming to their city. She watched the movie over and over and over again. “Please, please, can I see the real live Lion King”? Her parents bought tickets, barely able to afford them in a family already devastated by the financial ravages of their daughter’s chronic illness.
Her leukemia relapsed again a week before they were to see the show. She peacefully passed in her sleep only days before the date of their tickets. They were in anguish as what to do about going to the show. It was their daughter’s dying wish, yet by the same token it represented the death of their child, an unbearable horror. Finally, with only minutes to spare before the show started, they jumped into the family car and drove furiously downtown to the theatre. Traffic was a nightmare, the show was sold out, and there were no parking spots to be found. Her father pounded angrily on the steering, shouting his frustration.
And then, a parking spot, directly in front of the theatre opened up. Coincidence? Here is what her father told me: “we don’t believe in all that spiritual mumbo jumbo. At your talk to our parent support group, you told about a boy (who had passed) appearing at the foot of his parent’s bed and saying “I’m OK now, please stop crying”. Well, if that happened to us, we wouldn’t believe it. But when that parking spot opened up, we knew it was our daughter, and she was there with us when we watched the show. Our bereavement is made a little easier as that parking spot meant, for us, our daughter was watching us from the afterlife.
Or a Postcard from the Dentist
At a workshop on bereavement, a woman told me about a “coincidence” in her life that she felt was a message from her husband who had passed. Several days after her husband’s death, she received a postcard from her dentist reminding her of her routine checkup. When she examined the card, she gasped, as the picture on the postcard was of a beach on the Washington State coast that had a special meaning for her and her husband. This is where he proposed to her. They returned to this specific spot again and again throughout their marriage.
She went to her appointment and asked about the postcard. She was told that the dentist simply bought a big batch of postcard depicting hundreds of scenes from around Washington State. It was just a coincidence that she received that particular card. Or proof of patterns of reality that are beneath the surface of our ordinary lives but emerge from time to time to reassure us that we are part of a greater plan. So much of loss involves the devastation of the meaning of our lives, we don’t have a child or a spouse or a parent or a loved one anymore. Finding out that loss is part of a greater pattern can restore meaning to our lives, even if it doesn’t make the loss any less painful.
Or Someone Else's Dream
I was lecturing at a hospice in Vancouver, Canada. The woman who picked me up at the airport wanted to tell me about a dream she had the night before. She said “it had all the features of the lucid dreams you say are so important in recognizing a visionary dream from just a regular dream. But I have no idea what it means.” She told me she had a vividly real dream, as if she was awake, of a young boy playing with a golden retriever. She couldn’t stop watching them, as they wrestled and the boy laughed and rolled around and around with his dog. Suddenly he stopped and looked at her. He said “Hi I’m Matt. Tell my Mom to stop crying. I am ok”.
I gave my lecture and then met with a group of grieving parents that night. We talked about how hard it is to have anything but fury, anger and anguish after the loss of a child. One Mom bitterly told me “how can I have a dream about my son when I can’t even sleep”. I told her about the dream I had heard from the woman who picked me up at the airport. The Mother turned white. “oh my god. That’s my son.”
No healing can occur until we embrace our pain. We cannot do this alone. We need someone else to sit on the edge of the abyss with us. Once I felt my heart was so damaged that I could never heal. I was broken. I was caring for my Mom who was slowly dying of dementia at the time. I clutched her close to me and cried to her “Mom, I am broken. I can never heal”. She cried out to the ceiling: “Lord, my son is broken. Well I am broken too. Heal us Lord”.
I didn’t feel healed that day. I felt heard. Another person knew of my pain. And that was the start of healing. As I felt listened to, I was able in turn to listen, to others, and to the Universe around me.
One day I was riding my bicycle to see my Mom. I was peddling up a steep hill. A young man rushed out of his house and called out to me: “Hey Dude, keep on keeping on. You can make it”. And then he went back inside his house! “What?” I thought. “Did that really happen?”. Then I realized that had I still been consumed with my grief, I would never have heard his words. My Mom’s prayer opened a crack in my heart, to allow the light to come in.
But It's Not Happening for Me: Specific Exercises That May Help
First: see where you are in the process of grieving. The stages are denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. I asked Elizabeth Kubler Ross about these stages and she told me that they do not always progress in a linear fashion one after the other. The stages often circle around again and again. Recognize that if we are in the anger and denial phases, we probably are not going to be open to any sort of spiritual intuitions or understandings. In those situations, often the messages come to us indirectly through our friends and family.
Next: Find a ritual that has meaning for both you and the person for whom you are grieving. For one mother, it was to bake cookies at 3:30 every afternoon, as that is when her son came home from school and they would talk. For a father, a conservative Republican, it was reading Wiccan prayers every Sunday morning as that is when he and his son would angrily discuss his son’s then rebellious phase of wanting to be a Wiccan.
Ask your loved one a question: A third step to try: Sit quietly right before bed. Just get comfortable, don’t sit in a special position. Don’t try to guide your thoughts. Whatever you are thinking, reflect on it. Say to yourself “oh, I am thinking about (whatever) again.” Do this as often as needed. Don’t try to quiet your mind, instead, be an interested observer. Pretend you are doing a play by play of your own thought processes. After 10 minutes of this, state out loud a sincere question for your loved one who has passed. Make it short, simple, and out loud. Then go to sleep. When you wake up next, whether that is in an hour or morning, quickly write down your first thoughts in a journal. Continue this for a few weeks, then review your journal with someone you love and can talk to.
Fourth Exercise: Practice left brain distraction techniques: These are any sort of repititious and rhythmic activities that engage the left brain, suppressing our internal noise and chatter. The reason that quilters often had “quilter’s visions” is from the rhymical repetitious movement of their hands. Similar results can be obtained by sorting collections of baseball cards (or whatever you collect), gardening, playing Tetris or any sort of activity which engages the left brain in a repetitious manner. This frees the right brain to connect with the Universe and connect with spiritual intuitions.
DON’T BE A DOUBTER OR A BELIEVER: JUST BE
For those of us who are concrete thinkers, we need our messages to appear as “real” meaning that they appear to us in this reality. Hearing a voice, or a dream, or seeing a ghostly image or an angel may seem fake, just made up by the mind. For others, it is the opposite. A voice, or an angel seems real, and a post card from the dentist with a picture on it just seems like a coincidence.
When I was in crisis and needed a message from the Universe, it came in the form of a real person who just randomly appeared and told me to "keep on keeping on". That may not be how you receive messages, but don't expect them to necessarily come from an angel in white.
Think of it as tuning a radio to the proper frequency. Suspend disbelief and take a few moments to think what form a message would have to take for you to embrace it.
Then be patient.
THE SHARED DYING EXPERIENCE OF CLIFTON FURUKAWA MD AND HIS SON
FROM PARTING VISIONS BY MELVIN MORSE AND PAUL PERRY
“I know what happens after death” Dr. Furukawa told me. He was an internationally recognized allergist as well as a compassionate clinician. He has written textbooks and medical journal articles that have been responsible for many of the advances in Pediatric allergies. I spent six months working with him in his allergy clinic at Seattle Children’s Hospital and have discussed many difficult cases of asthma with him.
Still I knew little of his personal life. So I was unprepared for the late night phone call I received from him in which he told me about the out of body experience he had had in relationship to his son’s death.
In a calm and clinical manner Furukawa told me about the pain of watching his son drown at a lake in Washington State. He had taken his son to go crabbing for crawdads, on a glorious summer morning. No clouds were in the sky, as he gazed out at the water, it flowed seamlessly into the sky. It was difficult to separate the two. He parked his car on the ramp that allowed boat entry into the lake, and went down into the water to set traps.
Suddenly, and inexplicably, his son jumped into the car. He smiled and waved at his father. Then tragically, he released the parking brake, laughing and smiling as the car slowly rolled into the lake.
Dr. Furukawa frantically clawed at the doors to the car trying to open them, gesturing to his son to try to open them as well. His son floundered and panicked, accidentally locking the electronic locks. The car continued its slow roll into the lake. He desperately tried everything, pounding on the windows, trying to find something that would break the glass, anything to free his son, but the car eventually became completely submerged under the water.
Beside himself with fear, Dr. Furukawa jumped into the lake and desperately tried to push the car out of the lake back onto land. He felt himself being trapped and pulled under as the car continued to slowly sink. Suddenly he felt as if he was out of his physical body, watching himself. The scene was so vivid that he could see the hairs on the top of his head ad even look around at the mountains and the water.
He felt completely at peace and emotionally detached as, from this puzzling vantage point, he watched himself struggle to save his son. “At this point I had the sort of empathy that one might feel with a patient,” he told me. “I felt sorry about what I was seeing yet I really had no feelings”.
As he watched himself, he became aware that there was a being behind him “watching the two mes”.
Furukawa had a sense that he would die if his struggle continued. As he considered this option, the spirit spoke to him without actually speaking, conveying to him that he had a choice to continue to struggle until he died or to return to his body, which would then be in great emotional agony. He chose to return. He saw his son engulfed by the most brilliant light I had ever seen. “I saw his face, it was aglow with love, he was at peace, even joyful, as I endured unthinkable agony.”
“It was the worst emotional pain I have every experienced,” he told me.
Through the pain of losing his son, Furukawa experienced some positive changes. For one thing, he now has a greatly decreased fear of death. He also sees a greater meaning to life. “Since the death of my son, I think I know what happens when we die”. He told me. “That knowledge has been a great relief to me.
Months later, he was lying in bed with his wife. They had not even begun to process their grief. Suddenly he heard a voice saying “they are all your children”. He knew it was the spirit that came to him when his son passed. He understood this to mean that his work with children was too important for him to have taken what Dr. Furukawa called the “easy way out” to have proceeded to join his son in that light that waits us all when we die.
Controlled Remote Viewing (CRV) was developed by Ingo Swann and the Department of Defense at Stanford Research Institute. However, it is not well known that it was actually the rediscovery of an ancient protocol developed by the Buddha and his monks. Isabelle Chauffeton Saavedra and I have taken the ancient remote viewing wisdom of the Jewish sages and Buddhists Monks and created Spiritual Sight, a tool for transformation.
The essence of CRV is the monitoring of one's own mindstream (thoughts) and dividing those thoughts into two categories, sensory information that comes from the sensory or nonverbal consciousness, and analytic information, that comes from the left brain.
In order to understand the protocol of Spiritual Sight, we first must understand the processes of meditation. Our ordinary consciousness is based in local reality, which is the reality that we all share while interacting with each other and our environment. There is a second hidden consciousness, known as the nonverbal consciousness, or the heart consciousness. This consciousness is our link to the quantum energetic informational field that is ultimate reality. We interact with this energetic field with our sensory receptors, taste, touch, vision, hearing and so forth. These receptors translate the energetic field into information processed by the neurons in our brain. We then create local reality which is the three dimensional time space bound reality that we call “real”.
With Spiritual Sight (or CRV) we reverse engineer this process, and return to the sensory stream of consciousness. This places us right at the opening to the perception of ultimate reality. The point of Spiritual Sight is to learn how to interact with that ultimate reality which is the informational domain that many of us call “God”. Those who have directly experienced this domain tell us that it is imbued with unconditional love and wisdom. The Buddhists call it the "luminous reality"; a child who had a near death experience tell me that it is “a light that told me who I was and where I was to go”. We can be confident that this luminous consciousness is the substrate of reality described by the theoretical physicists, as they describe reality as being an electromagnetic field, better known to us as “light”.
Of course, the ancient Buddhists did not use CRV to find their car keys or intelligence gathering. Instead, they used it to directly access the divine universal consciousness. By using their basic protocol, later rediscovered by the early controlled remote viewers, they accessed the universal source of unconditional love and wisdom, which contains the basis of energetic healing and deep intuition.
The point of Spiritual Sight is to learn to reverse engineer the process of creating this local reality, and then enter into the slipstream of sensory nonverbal consciousness. Once we are there, we can then enter into ultimate reality for the purposes of energy healing, accessing deep intuition, mediumship, listening to the voice of God in our lives, hearing the faint ding of angels and tonglen, the appreciation of the suffering of others. (among many other uses)
Many of my class members have asked me for the specific references documenting this. That is the reason for this blog.
1. How does the process work? How does meditating on a nine digit number allow us to access information from the chaos that is the informational reality? The controlled remote viewers say that the unconscious mind “wants” to work with us and cooperates with the process of CRV.
The Jewish sages explained how this works. In the Sefer Yetzirah: The Book of Creation (Aryeh Kaplan, Weiser Books 1997) the sages wrote nearly two thousand years ago: “In Kabbalah there is a general rule that every awakening from below motivates an awakening from above.” So when we meditate on the numerical address of the remote site, it generates an awakening of the signal line and the energetic signature of that complex of information in ultimate reality.
2. One of the most important documents I studied to develop Spiritual Sight was that of The Venerable Acariya Maha Boowa Nanasampanno, who wrote in Straight From the Heart that during the process of meditation, we enter into “the entire world that is this single awareness, as if there were nothing in our consciousness at all, even though everything still exists, sights, sounds, smells, tastes and tactile sensations together with the mental acts that intermingle with them (such is the nature of the process of meditation) To investigate these things is not for the purpose of taking possession of them, but for the purpose of knowing them, stage by stage.”
Of course, this is a precise description of the Spiritual Sight or controlled remote viewing protocol which involves the accessing of sensory information coupled with intermingled analytic left brain overlay.
He further wrote: “We cleansed the mind with sights, sounds, smells, tastes and tactile sensations, using them as a whetstone to sharpen mindfulness and discernment, which then probes inward and turns the mind absolutely pure.”
And: “moving to the realm of senses is the first step to nonjudgment.”
He calls the processes of spiritual sight “the language of the heart”.
3. The Buddha is quoted as saying in the Dvedhavitakka Suttra (Handful of Leaves, Volume 2 Sutta Pitaka) “I noticed two forms of thinking, Monks, before my self awakening, when I was still just an unawakened Bodhisattva, the thought occurred to me: Why don’t I keep dividing my thinking into two sorts”.
And: "When the mind was concentrated, purified, bright, unblemished and rid of defilement (meaning logical verbal thoughts, nouns, concepts) I directed it to the knowledge of recollecting my past lives.” In other words, he used Spiritual Sight to remote view his past lives.
And: (Of the process of meditation and enlightenment) “Monks, I will teach you the sequence of the root of all phenomena.” Contrast this with Ingo Swann’s statement about CRV: "We are not learning to be psychic, but rather learning the nature of perception."
And: (Another precise description of the processes of CRV and Spiritual Sight) “When the processes of feeling and thought are stilled, and there is a breakthrough to the cessation of the six senses, is there anything left? This dimension is NOT a total annihilation of experience. It is a type of experience that I call consciousness without surface, luminous all around.”
Finally, the Buddha is quoted as precisely defining what is from the left brain, known to the controlled remote viewers as “analytic overlay”. The Buddha clearly identifies what thoughts come from the left brain and identifies them as being created by the mind. Modern neuroscience agrees with this.
“Apparent things, external to the mind, do not exist (except as energetic information). They are the mind, in various forms, appearing to itself. Bodies, goods, locations-all such things- are but the mind alone, I do affirm”.
Of course, this is a nice description of the mental processes we place in the right hand column during the protocol of Spiritual Sight or CRV.
CRV is often portrayed as an elite process, that requires significant training and expense to acquire. In fact, it is a natural normal ability when understood as a spiritual training tool. Anyone can read “Spiritual Sight: The Manual” and with a partner, train themselves to do it. As the Buddha’s first disciple said of his teachings: “It rose up in me as if I had always known it”. Learning Spiritual Sight connects you with your deepest intuition and awakened true self.
The basic process of Spiritual Sight or CRV is the return to the basic sensory understanding of reality, the source of deep intuition. I did not understand this link between returning to the nonverbal sensory consciousness and accessing this ultimate reality of information, unconditional love and wisdom, until I studied the writings of the 2d Century AD Tibetan Monk Nagarjuna. The Monk Jamgon Mopham Rimpoche, in a commentary on Nagarjuna called The Introduction to the Middle Way wrote:
“The first importance of to study the Dharma is the correct understanding of the nature of phenomena, the objects and situations that surround us in our daily life and (to differentiate them) the thoughts and emotions that occupy and agitate our minds.
Ultimate truth is not separate from phenomena. It is the very nature of phenomena. (ultimate truth is used here to mean the same as nonverbal consciousness or the sensory stream of information). Ultimate reality is veiled by the appearances of the illusionary truth of the world. These two truths are never separate, they merge and coincide in phenomena.”
By studying Nagarjuna, we can at last understand the important of separating the sensory stream of consciousness from the analytic mind, the minds, concepts and objects identified and separated out in the process of spiritual sight and CRV. This very process unveils and reveals the ultimate truth of reality which is around us all the time. This process leads directly to the discovery of a wholly new dimension of the mind itself.
Listening Can Transform Relationships
Melvin Morse, February 22, 2017
Listening Can Transform Relationships
“Doc,” JZ whispered to me. “It’s about to be code red. Quick, get your hot water for your coffee. They ain’t gonna let you move during code red.” I was lost in my crossword puzzle. I had tried to get hot water earlier but the pot was still warming up. “C’mon Doc, quick like!” came the whisper. “You know you be liking dat expensive Taster’s Choice while you be doing dat old man puzzle.”
Earlier that morning, JZ had tidied up my bunk before bed inspection. “Lemme show you dis trick make your bed all tight-like,” he said to me as he flipped my mattress and tied a knot in the sheet, then flipped it back over again. He smoothed it out. He was right. Suddenly all the ripples and wrinkles that I never seemed to be able to get rid of were gone.
These small acts of kindness were astonishing to me, as we had had a contentious relationship for months. We shared a small 6 by 8 foot prison cell and did not share it graciously. In fact, every cough, every sigh, even slight movements seemed to have an ugly subtext that was ever present: we just didn't like each other.
JZ was 32 years old and straight from the ‘hood. He seemed incapable of ever standing or sitting straight, perpetually slouched against his bunk or nearly sliding off his seat, reminding me of a sullen teenager. I am a physician who was considered rich by JZ's standards. Each of us represented to the other a stereotype of different worlds in constant collision. From JZ's point of view, he was stuck with an older white man who represented all the oppression and intolerance which is a reality for young African American men from the inner cities. We had absolutely nothing in common. Initially, every interaction between us, even just making eye contact or incidental jostling as we dressed in the morning,was tinged with class warfare and racism on both of our parts.
In my daily interactions with JZ, I had a clear-cut choice; anger and bitterness or love and compassion. We all face this choice, no matter what particular path is our spiritual journey. Divorce, the loss of a job, injustice, incarceration, illness and trauma are only a few of a potential situations in which we can react with compassion or bitterness.
So how did JZ and I get from that contentious and unhappy space to one of mutual small acts of kindness? The answer lies in the healing power of active listening, with compassion and without judgment .
I started by listening to him, hearing his story. He was raised by a single mom who worked three jobs to support their family. He was the oldest of five brothers and sisters. There were no father figures in JZ’s life. He had no male teachers. He did not play sports.
One day when he was six years old, JZ spent an afternoon with the father he had never known before, only to witness him being shot and killed right before his eyes. He started smoking pot at age eleven. By age fifteen, he was hustling and selling drugs on the street. Soon he was buying his brothers and sister clothes and putting food in the refrigerator. He dropped out of school in 9th grade. By age 32, he had been incarcerated five times for a total of eight years.
The test of the spiritual path comes not in meditation or in church but in our relationships with our fellow men. I was put to such a test with JZ. The sages wrote that it is only by understanding the suffering of others can we break down the barriers which separate us. Our suffering is a gift which, in turn , allows us to understand our connection to all human beings.
Soon I began to see JZ not as an annoyance or a constant hostile irritant, but as my teacher. I stopped reacting defensively to his regularly challenging me. When I would become angry at his belittling comments or nit picking at how I kept my bunk, I would go to my breath, slowly breathing in and out. I meditated on his suffering and took it into my own heart and soul. His suffering became my own.
This is what the Buddhist sages called mind training. It is hard work. It is easy to give into resentment and anger. It was easy to judge JZ's action by my own fears and anxieties. When I listened to him and understood his pain, his journey, the barriers between us dissolved. We respected each other. Our constant irritation with each other became transformed into spontaneous acts of kindness and love.
I spent much of my career lecturing that we are here in this reality to learn our lessons of love. JZ was my first teacher. I went to prison and was forced to live those same lessons of love that I previously only lectured about. I directly experienced the suffering and the boundless miseries of others with whom I was imprisoned and felt it as my own. Only when I started to feel the pain of others did I begin to heal and awaken to my true self. This only occurred after my reputation was shattered. Only then did I discover what was important: The loving relationships I have with others.
We all have a story that needs to be told, and needs to be heard. It is very validating to tell your story to someone who listens, someone you trust, someone who cares.
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