William Buhlman - Adventures in the Afterlife

ADVENTURES IN THE AFTERLIFE

WILLIAM BUHLMAN

Copyright 2013 by William Buhlman

All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced without prior written permission from the author.

Osprey Press

Millsboro, Delaware

ISBN: 1453786058

ISBN-13: 978-1453786055

ebook ISBN:978-1-63003-637-9

Library of Congress Control Number: 2010912870

CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform

North Charleston, South Carolina

I dedicate this book to all who seek the truth of our spiritual existence.

And, as always, to my wife Susan.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

FOREWORD

Your entire life can be turned upside down with one word: cancer. In March 2011, I was diagnosed with stage-four cancer of the tonsil and lymph nodes. What followed was a seven-month ordeal involving two throat surgeries, chemotherapy, and six weeks of daily radiation treatment. This story is the result of my life-changing confrontation with mortality and the dramatic shifts in consciousness that accompanied the entire experience. During this intense personal challenge, there was a radical change in my waking and dream life while new visions of reality opened to me.

On every level, my life was drastically altered. For many months, I could consume only liquids, while sleep came in brief, thirty-minute respites. The throat pain from my surgeries was so intense I had to brace myself each time I swallowed. I began to journal my daily experiences to shift attention from the constant, grinding ache.

The burning question of what occurs after this life inspired my exploration of the afterlife. My lucid dreams and out-of-body experiences provided mind-bending visions that stunned me to the core. To the best of my ability, I have attempted to organize this flood of insight into a logical, linear format.

In part one you will experience my life through the eyes of Frank Brooks, a fictional character based on my own adventures in consciousness. Follow Frank on this journey and witness his death and initial entrance into a traditional religious reality. His need for self-knowledge propels him beyond the comfortable, belief-based heaven of his youth, where he discovers a spiritual training center designed for accelerated growth. With the assistance of highly evolved guides, he experiences a series of intense lessons that explore his multidimensional self and the unseen nature of our universe. He sets out on a daring quest to uncover the mysteries of the afterlife and discovers thought-responsive environments beyond his wildest imagination.

Part two presents information about our continuing adventures beyond the body and some easy-to-use methods to assist us in our individual journeys of consciousness. For many of us, the time has come to open our minds and explore the amazing reality of our multidimensional existence. Always remember that we are powerful creative beings who possess the ability to shape our current existence and also our continuing life beyond the physical world.

The purpose of this book is to provide insight into the spiritual path that lies before us. The more prepared we are, the greater our potential to accelerate our personal growth and navigate the many thought-responsive environments we will experience in the afterlife.

My hope is that this book will assist your journey in this life and the next.

All my best,

William

www.astralinfo.org.

PART ONE

ACCELERATED EVOLUTION

CHAPTER 1

THE JOURNEY BEGINS

JUNE 18, 2011

Stage four, inoperable cancer is all that I hear. My mind locks.

As I walk out of the doctors office, the news begins to sink in. I am only thirty-seven years old and Im going to die. The bitter-green hospital walls seem to close in around me. I cant breathe, cant think. Trying to hold back the inevitable tears, Im lost in a maze of winding hallways and endless swinging doors. Finally, I recognize one of the openings as an elevator and punch at the button as though it were somehow at fault. My ears are ringing and my throat has started to close. Focusing, I struggle to remember where Im going, although it really doesnt seem to matter. The elevator jerks to a stop at the lobby and I aimlessly follow a group of people as they herd out of the building and onto the street. The noise of the city fades as I fumble for my cell phone and dial my wife. I need to hear her voice.

The news isnt good, I tell her. Ill be home soon. The analogy of going home doesnt occur to me right away.

Tracy is waiting on the front porch and gently takes my hand, whether to calm me or to hang on to what little time we have left together, I dont know. I admit it is comforting to know that she will be by my side during this ordeal. At her request, I decide to keep this journal; I hope it will help me gain some perspective on the remaining months of my life.

JULY 12, 2011

Doctors tell me that chemotherapy may prolong my life. The quality of that life is questionable, but I have to do it for my family. Anticipating my first treatment, I sit with Tracy in the dimly lit waiting room. My anxiety grows with every moment. A thin, older gentleman comes in and sits across from us. A sad-looking woman signs the register at the reception desk and takes the seat next to him. She watches as his name is called and he walks unsteadily toward the nurse. When he is out of earshot, the woman tells us that her father has a rare form of inoperable lung cancer and has been given less than six months to live. He is seventy-nine years old, a Vietnam veteran. She fights to hold back the tears as she tells us his story. The chemo treatments will give him only a five-percent chance to move beyond the six-month mark. I seriously wonder if I would endure the notorious side effects of chemo for only a five-percent improvement; I doubt it. Only then does it hit me that our situations are not all that different.

My name is called next and I am guided to a green vinyl recliner, where I will be seated for the next five hours. It is a strange, sterile environment with the constant sound of TV soap operas and game shows filling the room. Identical recliners line each wall, and patients sit hooked to their lifelines of clear, toxic-chemical bags. My fellow patients read, watch TV, or participate in discussions of family stories and their life situations. Its clear that the nurses have been through this a thousand times as they listen to the patients stories, feigning interest. I observe my surroundings and feel completely disconnected from the unfolding events; it is as if I were watching a movie of someone elses life.

Im surprised by how nauseated I feel after the treatment, and for several days I seriously wonder if it is worth it. But when I look at my little girls, I vow to do whatever it takes to fight this monster that is consuming my life.

AUGUST 27, 2011

I cant believe how fast my entire existence has spiraled downward, completely out of control. All my life, Ive been strong and energetic, overflowing with drive and ambition. Now I can only watch as my body grows weaker with each passing day. Each breath is a chore. Sometimes I think it would be easier to give in, but then Maggie brings me her teddy bear to hold, thinking it will make me well again, or Lizzie asks if I can have cookies and juice with her, and I think maybe I can beat this and prove the doctors are wrong. I need to get stronger, but inside I know the wretched truth: each day is getting worse.

SEPTEMBER 4, 2011

My life has become a whirlwind of medical appointments. The doctors say my cancer has advanced and they dont appear hopeful that chemo will stop the spread. Deep inside, Ive known for some time that this was a losing battle, but Ive tried to stay positive for Tracys sake.