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The Journey After Life - image 1
THE
JOURNEY
AFTER
LIFE
what happens when we die
CYNDI DALE
The Journey After Life - image 2
JAICO PUBLISHING HOUSE
Ahmedabad Bangalore Bhopal Bhubaneswar Chennai
Delhi Hyderabad Kolkata Lucknow Mumbai
Published by Jaico Publishing House
A-2 Jash Chambers, 7-A Sir Phirozshah Mehta Road
Fort, Mumbai - 400 001
www.jaicobooks.com
Cyndi Dale
Published in arrangement with
Sounds True, Inc.
413 S. Arthur Ave.
Louisville, CO, 80027, USA
www.soundstrue.com
THE JOURNEY AFTER LIFE
ISBN 978-81-8495-615-3
First Jaico Impression: 2014
No part of this book may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publishers.
To my mother,
Solveig Norstog,
who has kept faith with me through my entire life.
Time
Is the river
In which
All is...
roger cooper
Contents
Picture 3
Introduction
Part I: The Energy of Death and Dying
Chapter 1Death As the River of Dreams
Chapter 2The Fall into Darkness: From Death to Life
Chapter 3Death: The Power of a Thousand Angel Wings....
Chapter 4The Energy Explanation: Why Life and Death Are (Almost) the Same
Chapter 5Its All About Light
Chapter 6Getting to Zero Point: Metals of Light
Special sectionBeings of Light
Chapter 7The Energetic Transformation: From Death to the Afterlife
Part II: The Planes of Light
Chapter 8The First Plane: The Plane of Rest
Chapter 9The Second Plane: The Plane of Evaluation
Chapter 10The Third Plane: The Plane of Healing
Chapter 11The Fourth Plane: The Plane of Knowledge
Chapter 12The Fifth Plane: The Plane of Wisdom
Chapter 13The Sixth Plane: The Plane of Truth
Chapter 14The Seventh Plane: The Plane of Peace
Chapter 15The Eighth Plane: The Plane of Momentum
Chapter 16The Ninth Plane: The Plane of Love
Chapter 17The Tenth Plane: The Plane of Power
Chapter 18The Eleventh Plane: The Plane of Charity
Chapter 19The Twelfth Plane: The Plane of Mastery
Chapter 20Locating Yourself on the Planes of Light
Chapter 21The Thirteenth Plane: An Invitation into Only Light
Conclusion: Fully Alive on the Planes of Light
Notes
Bibliography
About the Authors
introduction
Picture 4
Someone who dies before he dies does not die when he dies.
holger kalweit
dreamtime & inner space
W hat is this invisible landscape called death? Is it the w w cessation of life as we know it? The beginning of new worlds? Is this experience the same for each of us, or is it unique to our own personalities and characteristics? What possible purpose could there be in such an unknown and unknowable adventure? And what is this veil of not knowing? Why do we fear this thing that we do not know? Is it possible to dispel the clouds and illuminate the subject and the process we call death?
As an energy healer and intuitive counselor, and as a person with many loved ones, I am always aware of death. Clients frequently come to me seeking healing, and sometimes to stave off death. Some come to recover from someone elses death. Others want to learn how to live. My role in every case is the same. I help people to know life and death as identical things, and to fully embrace both.
Most of us are curious about what really happens when we die, but we arent satisfied by the answers we find on TV, in books or magazines, or even in religion classes. There is no conclusive evidence, no certainty, of a life after death. But it is also true that there is nothing certain in life, either. You might apply for a job, but that doesnt mean you will get it. You could become pregnant, but that doesnt mean you will bear a child. You can get out of your bed in the morning, but there is no guarantee that you will return to it that night.
We live on the faith that there will be a tomorrow. And when we are done with tomorrows, we would like to believe that there is something more.
There is.
The Planes of Light.
Picture 5
I am psychic. I was raised in a normal family, one that worshipped in the Lutheran Church on Sundays. Psychics were not accepted in a normal world like this. I saw colors around people, which I have come to learn are the chakras and auric fields, energy bands that manage and explain our personalities. I heard ghosts, often awakening in the night to converse with the various deceased people who walked around in our house.
My parents were surprised, and disconcerted, when I knew that one of my grandmothers had died before they told me; she had already visited me, saying her good-byes. I had tea parties with angels, their great white wings dipping into my invisible tea and knocking over the real-life sugar cookies. And I lay awake at night listening to the singing of the wind faeries.
As my parents tried to discourage me from being overimaginative, I began to wonder why I could see and hear things that they could not. And, as children often do, I decided that it must be because there was something wrong with me. I did my best to inhibit my curiosity, to close down. But then I attended my first funeral.
I was in third grade, and it was the funeral of my parents friend Jean. Her body lay in an open casket. She wore a light blue suit and a lot of makeup. I thought she looked awfully still, so I touched her cheek to see if she would respond. She didnt move, and I started to cry. There was no one in this body!
Shes dead, Cyndi, my mother whispered. I asked what that meant. She has gone to heaven to live with God.
What is she doing in heaven? I asked. I had always had many questions; maybe this was the time to get some answers.
She is singing with the angels, my mother explained, seeming satisfied with her answer.
Two thoughts crossed my mind. First, if heaven was all about angels singing, I was not sure I wanted to go there. As a blue-eyed blonde, I was always chosen to represent the angelic realm in plays at school and church. I hated to sing, and I hated angel costumes. Ultimately, being good seemed boring to me, and I thought that if Jean and everyone else were going to go to heaven, I would prefer to go to the other place Id heard about.
The second thought was that my mother had not been correctly informed as to Jeans whereabouts. Jean was certainly not lying in the coffinthat body was empty but neither was she floating around in some remote heaven. In fact, I could see her in the pastors pulpit!
This was the real Jean, and she looked younger than the artificial Jean in the coffin. Without the horrible, yellowish makeup she appeared vibrant. She was barefoot and looking comfortable in an ethereal spring-green dress. I could hear her faintly; she seemed to be delivering her own sermon, about love and forgiveness. Every so often she would wave her hand and golden light would spill out, float to the floor, and swirl around the feet of those gathered to mark her passing. I wanted to talk to her and began moving toward the pulpit, but my mother dragged me back to my seat.
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