A writer receives an outpouring of sympathy from some and criticism from others for his observations on Rosie the cat’s demise.
So now… Cerebral Plasma is the same substance basically as lightening, suns or the plasma sphere. Folklore and myth and shamans on four continents tell us the Northern lights are the souls of the dead. Religionists associate heaven with light. Popular based evidence based on NDE experiences say that we move toward the light through a tunnel. Everyone knows the cliche… “Turn towards the light”.
In the University of Kiev they used various forms of film and video photography to record a luminescent orb phenomenon which was captured leaving the craniums of corpses after which time all brain activity ceased. Normally the brain of a clinically dead corpse displays REM-like functions until up to 3 days following death. This led the Kiev researchers investigate the cerebral plasma. They look just like the luminescent orb phenomenon and seem to fly with purpose and direction. They measured the weight of the plasma and concluded the average weight was 1gm. They measured frequency, temperature etc. which led them to conclude that the orbs were cerebral plasma leaving the body. Genuine luminescent orbs that aren’t dust, tricks of light or lens anomalies can be measured with a spot thermometer regularly at 10 degrees hotter than the surrounding atmosphere.
There is proof that lightening which strikes from the earth to the plasma sphere every second. The sun draws from our plasma sphere and replenishes it in a continuing wave of action that exists between the sun and the Earth. If in spirit form we are light it gives us presence where ever light is shed and gives us a speed of 180,000 miles per second but more than that. There is a topological theory out there that say that large sun are inter-dimensional portals at 19.5 degrees north and south and that if that were the case then disturbances on the surface of the sun would be detected at those latitudes… which is where the regular large sunspot activity takes place. There’s a ton more information that I don’t have time to add but hopefully this is enough to get the thoughts on track.
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A Visit From Mom
Jules V Ness
I woke with such a start that my body had automatically bolted itself into an upright position. For some reason, unknown to me, I had an overwhelming feeling that I was being observed. Even though my eyes were still blurry from sleep and not quite cooperating, I frantically searched the immediate area surrounding my bed. I felt a sudden stab in my gut as I realized someone truly was there, standing at the very foot of my bed. I flung my hand out sideways in the darkness towards my bedside table. I was desperately searching for my eyeglasses that I had left lying there just a few hours earlier. Without them or my contact lenses, what I thought I was visualizing as a person could easily have been my bathrobe dangling innocently from the six foot tall post at the end of my bed.
As I searched blindly in the dark, I felt them for just an instant, barely brushing them with my fingertips. The force was just enough to send them whirling off of the night stand and spinning across the wooden floor. So much for that, my only choice now was to squint like a mole and try to make out whom, if anyone was truly there.
Concentrating to focus, I was able to make out the figure; it appeared to be a woman. She was wearing a brightly flowered dress with a brown tattered work coat over it. It reminded me of the ones we used to wear on our family farm during my childhood years. The woman was staring at me in an odd sort of a way. Her head was slightly quirked to one side. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest that I could hear the echo of each beat inside of my head. But then, even in my half blind state, I began to notice the warm soft smile on the woman’s face. I squinted a little harder. She seemed vaguely familiar to me. My brain shifted into overdrive racing through all my past and present trying to sort out a name that I could place with this face. Suddenly, I realized who was standing there! Oh my God, it was my mother!
I had not recognized her in those first waking moments, only because she no longer looked pale and ravished as she had the last time I saw her. She appeared quite youthful, vibrant and full of love; exactly as she had been before the cancer had attacked her young body at twenty eight years of age. Mom died twenty two years ago slowly and painfully, one pound at a time. She was thirty years old, the exact age that I am now.
This truly happened to me. I was in a horrible place in my life and I believe my mother decided to intervene. She changed my whole life, it affected me so much that I actually wrote a book about it; Intertwined Based on a True Story, if you would like to read a couple of chapters , check it out on Amazon. Our loved ones never truly leave our sides. Jules V Ness