In answer to your question, I think your suggestion is God's way of using
you to slap me upside the head and say, "Michael, you know you've got to
write about your fourth NDE and because you dislike writing so much, you're
starting to think you can procrastinate and, just maybe, avoid doing it all
together ... and I AM not gonna let you do that."
As I've mentioned, I've found each NDE builds upon the one before ... in a
series. My fourth NDE resulted from mercury poisoning and a case of
pneumonia which left me with 105+ degree temperature for nearly a week. I'd
refused being taken to the hospital and it was only after dying for a few
minutes that my caretaker freaked out enough to override my instructions,
cart me to the emergency room where I was immediately packed in ice and
During the coursing of this particular death trip I was met by two "angels"
(strangely, the term "angel" really is the only word to describe them) and,
I suppose a certain amount of my reluctance to even get into transcribing
the subject matter has to do with the scope of my journey and the
time/effort necessary to chronicle it.
I was taken to a place called the "Intergalactic Library of Light" and met a
group of beings called the "Intergalactic Council of Five." I was
telempathied a lot of information regarding a "Creator Level Mandate" that
was bringing what has been called the "Luciferian Rebellion" to an end. I'll
need to immerse myself in this experience again in order to pull every shred
of information I was imparted to the surface ... and it'll take a few days
to gather myself for the effort.
By now, you've gotten the idea that, personally speaking, I don't find
writing very much fun. It does not enthrall me like it does others and I was
hoping that I could put off having to wrap my limited literary brain around
reporting the specifics of my fourth NDE until a later date ... if at all.
Your email serves as a spiritual reminder that I'm not finished with my
obligation and, I guess, admitting this is probably the first step toward
getting it done.
For what it's worth, I feel that my last NDE will be my last and the next
time I die I'll remain wherever it is that I'm to go. Thus, I guess I better
get on with composing my thoughts and committing the fourth death trip to
paper and, therefore, if you'd be kind enough to give me a week or two, I'll
focus on the writing process, relate the fourth journey and sum up what
they've all meant to my way of looking at things in the profile section of
your site's archives.
Thank you for the swift kick, Kevin.
THE LIBRARY OF LIGHT
My Fourth NDE
Nothing remains the same after an individual has a near-death experience ...
nothing. The NDE forces one to remain open to the world of
possibilities because who could have possibly imagined the death trip to
begin with. From my point of view, had it not been for the magnitude
of my initial NDE in 1972, the three that followed would have been less
cohesive. As such, I've come to believe that multiple NDEs build upon
one another in a series and I've written to the aftereffects of the first
three on my own website at
www.neardeathdialogues.com. Yet, it
seems fitting that I submit my fourth (and, I hope, final) experience here,
because it is the likes of Kevin Williams who have championed our
individually communal cause and allowed those of us who've endured the
journey to share what we've found on the other side of the veil.
Prior to my initial NDE, I was geared toward going to Law School and
becoming a criminal defense attorney. The injustices of Viet Nam,
coupled with the idealism of the 60's, propelled me into making this career
choice and, were it not for the near-death experience, things just
mighta turned out alot differently then they have. However, once ya die, go
thru a life review, agonize the Void and, finally, enter the LIGHT ...
things have a way of changing one's trajectory ... forever. At least, that's
how it worked out for me, thus my fourth NDE (having occurred nearly
a quarter century after the first) built upon the many crossroad decisions
that followed in the wake of my first experience in '72.
These choices have lead me down indigenous paths that, otherwise, would have
been missed. With that in mind, it's not surprising that by
the time my fourth NDE rolled around, I'd just returned from an expedition
to the Mayan Pyramids of Palanque in the Yucatan, visited the
birthplace of the White Buffalo in Janesville Wisconsin and been attempting
to holographically communicate with Whale & Dolphin Pods at
the Shedd Aquarium in Chicago, Illinois. Philosophically speaking, it hasn't
My physical health began to deteriorate in mid-March of 1995. Acute mercury
poisoning had set in and my condition was of enough concern
that I'd audio taped My Last Will and Testament wherein I'd verbally
outlined the best I knew from my previous three NDEs. By late May I was
ripe for the reaper. Having refused to consider going to the hospital, I
thought to weather the storms of my immunological system shutting
down at home ... in my own bed. And, although my body temperature ranged
above 105 degrees for an entire week, I figured to see it thru.
Things didn't go exactly as planned and on May 28, 1995, I died ... again.
The debilitating fever and upper respiratory pneumonia had, by the time my
4th death rolled around, been enough to lay waste to whatever
struggle to survive I'd managed to muster. I was to weak to fight and to
weary to give a damn. So, when it came time for me to die, I simply
gave it up and slipped out of my body with little fanfare. Unlike my prior
NDEs, there was no railing or attempt to continue living in a body,
because mine was shot and I was over it. I greeted my deathing with an exhausted sigh, and, to my surprise, as I drifted out and away was
met by two Angels.
I've recounted the experience of meeting Light Beings during the coursing of
my 3rd NDE on my website. In all honesty, until the events of
1995, I was under the impression that these Light Beings were what others
had interpreted as Angels and I had no problem accepting this as
fact. However, I learned during my 4th NDE that there is a difference
between the two and, although these entities source their Intentions in
the LIGHT of LOVE, their missions are as unique as the respective planes in
which they reside. I learned there is, indeed, a vast Spiritual
Hierarchy which exists and Angels abide several rings closer to the Center
of ALL THAT IS.
Nonetheless, my escorts positioned Themselves on either side and carried me
along on an ever brightening stream of Light. As we
progressed, I could feel the weight of the world and its density rapidly
diminish. Darkness began falling away and, gradually, we entered a
realm which seemed to reside in the deep reaches of an illuminated space. I
could simultaneously see in all directions at once and, in the
distance, saw that our destination was a Citadel of Light. The structure had
form. It was architecturally shaped, somewhat, like a cone and we
entered by flowing thru an opening at its top. Once inside, the Angels
departed and I found myself gently floating to the floor of this cocoon
like building. I was awe struck to see the interior of this chamber was
illuminated by a diffused light emanating from the walls themselves
which were carved in the form of alabaster Angel Wings. The detail was
exquisite, the sight astoundingly beautiful and, moreover, alive.
As I flowed to the floor I was allowed a schematic overview of the layout.
From my vantage point, it appeared there was a single, ground level
doorway that opened to the outside of the circular base. A group of pews
lined the entranceway and were separated by a wooden banister
from a slightly raised platform which seemed to be the focal point.
Surrounding the podium were book shelves made of a living wood that,
literally, glowed from within. Timeless texts lined the walls and, as if
occupying a place of honor, a separate series of books were arranged in
an ornate case next to where the podium resided. Flowing forward, I felt
compelled to examine one of the volumes and discovered its cover
was made of an ancient wood plate and bound together with golden clasps.
Opening the text, I was immediately immersed in words, ideas
and visual images that fairly leapt off the page. The book, of itself, was
actually speaking directly into my consciousness and, effortlessly,
imparting historical records in a pictographic manner. I saw the creation of
galaxies and stars, solar systems and civilizations that were as
multidimensionally separate as they were communally interdependent ...
wheels within wheels and circles within cycles that stretched back to
the beginning ... and beyond. For the few moments that I held the Talking
Book, it seemed like I learned lifetimes of intergalactic history ...
epoch upon epoch, timelessly carved from a distant past that was ancient
with the age and full of the future.
There were several dozen of these Talking Books and I was to hold only one
of them before returning it to its place. To this day, I have no
recollection of all that was imparted me. The amount of information was
staggering, far too much to fully integrate and bring back to my Earth
bound consciousness. Strangely, though, it was satisfying just the same.
Turning from the sacred texts, I was aware of the presence of five beings who
silently busied themselves within the sacred chamber. Attired in
hooded robes that were reminiscent of those worn by trappist monks, my
attention was drawn to the one who stood behind the podium. In
answer to the mild surprise I felt upon discovering I was not alone, he
began utilizing telepathy byway of an introduction. He indicated that
within the Spiritual Hierarchy, the Beings who presided over the Library of
Light were known as The Council of Five. I was informed that an
unprecedented Call had been sent to all sectors of Life. I was told the
Leaders of Light were to convene from everywhere and every when
within the Chambers of the Library. I was instructed that what once had been
was to be no more, because that which is known as "darkness"
was to cease and LIGHT would prevail in ALL the worlds of Creation.
Looking toward the limited number of pews, I felt there needed to be lot
more seating capacity if they intended to pull this caper off. In
response, The Council Member began telempathically communicating the name of
just one of those who would attend. Immediately a portal
opened (sorta, like a holograph that was so intense it felt as if I was in
both places at the same time) and I became immersed in the image of
immense galaxies that spiraled in space and, comprising millions upon
millions of stars and solar systems, teamed with Life and Light. The
name of the spiritual leader of this galaxy was inexplicably long and as
each word was pronounced I'd see an associated pictographic
accomplishment ... and the accomplishments embodied a character whose
caliber was Creator Level. As His name continued to unfold, I
witnessed the depth of His achievements and realized the unimaginable scope
of His evolvement. Further, I came to learn their were Others
like Him who were sovereign in their own limitless galaxies and they were
the ONES who would be gathering in the Library of Light. They are
the Heavenly Hosts of the Legions of Light.
Imagine, literally, an InterStellar Steering Committee and, then, think
along the lines of LIFE Directing ITSELF thru Circles of These
Ascended/Extended Beings who ring around the Center of the CENTER ITSELF.
Words fail me, for in my attempt to identify them I confine
them ... and They are the unshackled, removed from my ability to
linguistically conceptualize. Further, The Call that gathers these beings
the result of a Creator Level Mandate declaring an end to what has been
termed The Luciferian Rebellion. As such, these Hosts of Heaven
were to attend the library's council chambers to participate in a form of
direct Intervention that would bring the age of darkness to a close.
Realizing that any One of these Majestic Beings would be more then enough to
deal with whatever needed to be handled in the worlds I'd
come from, the idea that the entirety of Creation was sending all of them
was nearly overwhelming.
Strangely, it's unprecedented in a precedented kinda way, because it's the
flip side of the "the fall from grace" which was originally allowed
by SOURCE for the benefit of our learning experience. However, as a
historical marker, I don't believe it can be explained by
Archio-Philosophic Calendars, pyramids, yugas or Second Coming kinda
calculations because it supersedes (yet, includes) them. With that
said, the best I can do is go into the silence of INTENDING INTENT and
LOVING the LOVE that would INTEND IT SO.
Having reached the point of saturation, my download complete, the spokes
being of the Council of Five determined our audience was over.
Immediately, I found myself whisked away by the very same Angels that had
brought me. I have no clear recollection of how this portion of the
journey occurred. It seemed I was standing in front of the robed figure in
the Light Library one moment, and was sailing thru an infinite space,
The return journey was smooth, I felt secure in the presence of my Angelic
Guides and at ease with the newfound knowledge afforded me.
Gradually, I felt a slowing as I began picking up the dimensional drag
associated with the coarser vibrations of the MEST continuum in which
our bodies reside. Reincorporation into our 3D realm was nearly at hand and
a vestige of doubt fell upon me. I fretted, "Will it be enough to
turn the tide? Will They be in time? What if They get here to late and it
all goes to hell in a hand basket??"
In response, one of my Angelic Escorts telepathed that the only reason I
wondered about this sorta thing in the first place was because I was
reentering the worlds where doubt exists.
He continued, "Where We come from doubt is recognized as a lower state of
consciousness and doesn't even exist. Where We come from
the only thing that exists is Knowing."
And, then, I knew. I knew I'd returned to the worlds of duality where
shadows dance and doubt is a symptom of a limited existence which pays
homage to a lesser god. I also knew it didn't matter whether I doubted what
I learned or not, because the Majestic Beings who INTEND
intervention in this continuum are evolved beyond doubt ... and command from
the core of So Be IT.
Since then, I've often waited impatiently and felt a certain sense of
frustration because I wasn't given a specific time line. Understandably,
Light Speed and interdimensional travel was involved and conjectured
measurements don't offer much insight. Thus, I'm not about to
proclaim this or that will happen on such and such a date, because I wasn't
given that information. All I know is that it all works itself out in the
wash and everything is gonna be OK. In all candor, I don't know if it'll
happen in my lifetime. All I know is that it does.