Who to believe?

I ask who to believe and here are my reasons for asking. All religions or cults tell us that God is a good God. I believe that. Now this is why I’m asking the question. Catholics claim that if you die without confessing your sins you go straight to hell and this doesn’t make sense to me

First of all, nowhere can I find that says that God judges everyone individually upon death and this is what the Catholics want you to believe.  If He did judge everyone individually then why should He do it again at the end of the world?

Thoughts on UFOs

Every once in a while you hear about UFO sightings and how fast they can make a turn in the opposite direction  that they were heading. According to those who have seen them and reported how fast they can turn and disappear, there are no humans that could withstand the G forces, that would affect the body of a human being. 

Now I’m going into the science fiction land. We have heard of spirits manifesting as humans.  We have heard about bad spirits throwing things around and making all kinds of racket, like banging on walls open doors, slamming doors, turingn on lights or a radio or stove.

Could it be that these UFO’S actually have spirits operating them? Also could there be spirits in some kind of body living on another planet? In this world today, everything is possible because we don’t know what the good Lord has done with the other planets. He must have had plans for them. The Sun and the moon I can see what they are used for, but for the balance of them, I don’t know. If we survive the after life after judgement day, some of us might find out. And if you have been following and reading on my Ghost blog you will know what I mean by my previous sentence.

Well this is as far as I can go in this science fiction land. 

                    

Have a good day and may God bless you all.

The night I died and came back

This post is entirely truthful as I remember it.  On April 30th,  I was sitting at home thinking of what I should write about.  Since I had just finished writing about how God works in mysterious ways, I didn't want to write another one on a similar subject but what hat happened to me next has changed my mind.

I was sitting at my computer that night, when all of a sudden I got a sharp pain in my chest and pain on each side of my body .  Luckily, my son noticed that something was wrong because I started choking.  He called for an ambulance. When the paramedic came they strapped me on a stretcher and took me off to the emergency room.

Once at the emergency they checked me over then moved me to a room.  After settling down and waiting for whatever was going to happen next, I could not remember if I had brought my heart pills with me but I saw one of the nurses bend down and put something in a basket that is under the bed to keep the patients personal items in. That's where they keep stuff until they determine where the patient is going to be for the duration of  their stay. I got off the bed and tried to get to the basket and that’s where it all began.

All of a sudden I ran out of breath and it did not matter what I did there was no way that I could get any oxygen in me.  It was as if I was sucking in oxygen but none was coming in. Then I started to choke for lack of breathing.  I swear I could see myself more or less fading away from the room and my body fighting for air.  Then I started to hit anything that was in my way to attract attention and that was the last thing I remembered until later on - at least consciously. I had an unearthly trip which I will explain a bit later.

According to witnesses and relatives, my body was convulsing so much that the doctors were giving me all kinds of needles to kill the pain that they thought that I could feel. Also the doctor was telling them each step I was going through before the final step of dying.

Once the doctor said that I was dead but then I started to move again. I was told later on that I was given a 5% chance of surviving the night. They even brought in a priest to read me my last rites.  I think that when the doctor said that I was dead. I still had a heart beat apparently but the doctors and my family were prepared for something to happen very shortly.  Meanwhile, what I do remember, is that my soul decided to go on a little trip. 

I don’t remember anything about how I got there wherever 'there' was, but I know that I ended up at the bottom of a hill and about half way up, there was a building surrounded by a big fence.  The fence was black with two big gates and there were trees but they were weird looking; they had no bark on them and the branches were smooth looking and the color of these trees was like a dirty grey.  I could sense so much danger at this place that I actually ran for the gate and knocked and knocked but no one answered it.

The next thing I knew was waking up.  Apparently it scared the hell out of a few people. I was supposed to be dead (or dying) and I sat right up in bed.  While I was on my unwanted trip, that was when the local priest had been giving me last rites of the church.  To my way of thinking, he is the one that saved me from going inside those gates. I really believe that if I would have been able to go in those gates, I would never have been back.  I'm quite sure that was hell that I was heading for and I thank the powers that be for protecting me. 

The doctors told me that my body had shut down including both my kidneys and lungs as well as my weak heart. And according to a lengthy search someone did for me on the internet there was only one other person that had her body had shut down like mine and she came back alive.  But she died two days later.  The doctors are mystified as to why my body started working again. 

Tomorrow I have a meeting with the priest that gave me the last rites and I will tell him what I have seen and see if he can shed some light on what it could have been according to his belief.

I would not wish this on my worst enemy.  It was truly vivid and very real.  It made me think about things I could have done and should do differently.  I have no wish to re-live that experience (so to speak).    If you have things in your life you shouldn't be proud of, change them.  You never know when it might be too late.  Think about making peace with loved ones every day.  Think about doing things the right way, always.  I'm quite sure another place to go after death would be a lot more comforting and welcoming.

As I said, this is not a story, it really happened to me.  I'm still weak and not fully recovered.  But I do want to take advantage of the chance I have been given as much as I can for as much time I've been given. My advice to anyone is to do the same.

Mysterious Ways

[NOTE: This post was written several weeks ago by Bob.  He is still recovering from his recent heart problems, and this post is being posted on his behalf]

God works in mysterious ways. This sentence is said plenty of times especially when some one escaped what could of been a fatal accident.

The reason I’m writing about this, is because of a little incident that happen to me while going down to the basement this morning.

NOTE on Bob

Bob has recently suffered a serious heart attack and also near fatal kidney failure.  For a while, it didn't look as if he would make it.  Last week Bob was rushed to the local hospital and was not expected to survive.   His heart has been problematic of late - it's not his first heart attack in the last year.  I'm sure the smoking doesn't help.  His lungs were also not functioning properly and he was having considerable problems breathing.  His kidneys had begun to shut down. Miraculously, out of nowhere, Bob regained consciousness after having gone so far as being read his last rites.  In fact in a matter of a few days he has recovered to the point that he is almost his curmudgeonly self.

He is still in the hospital undergoing tests, and he's not yet ready to go home. Not after an incident like that.  He asked me to post a note to his blogs to explain his absence and to let his readers know that he will be back posting as soon as possible.  In fact he has a backlog of material written that needs polishing but is almost ready to go.

Our prayers are with him that he will back here soon, posting again, no doubt with a fresh perspective on life after death.  Please feel free to post him your wishes and prayers in the comments as well.

Thanks.

Dean L, on behalf of Bob J.

Mysterious ways

God works in mysterious ways. This sentence is said plenty of times especially when someone escaped what could have been a fatal accident.

The reason I’m writing about this, is because of a little incident that happen to me while going down to the basement this morning.

Ever since my knees were operated on for thorn cartilages, my left leg for some reason or other without any warning, gives out on me and it happened to me going down these stairs this morning. Luckily, my reflects were fast enough that I grabbed the banister and hung there like a monkey until the strength came back in my leg.

This started me thinking of all the times that I’ve been saved mysteriously and it started when I was a snotty little kid.

Out in the country on a winter day I was sliding on the road in front of the house between two hills. While I was going down one hill, this car coming from the opposite direction came over the next hill and there was no way that I could get out of its way because it was all ice, but for some reason or other the driver of that car manage to drive or slide his car in the snow bank.

Later as I got old enough to go to work, my uncle had a contact to demolish old houses and I went to work for him. On this house, someone had started to demolish it but did not finish the job, so my uncle got it. I was working on this house, but whoever had started to demolish just took off the inside walls of the second floor, left the plumbing in the open exposing the cast iron pipes.

 I was downstairs banging on the walls to take them out, when all of a sudden one of the elbows from upstairs broke away and landed on my head and actually put an indent in my scalp. Now, I have an indentation of about ¼ inches. Once at the hospital, the Dr. said if it would of been about another inch more to the front, it would have been fatal.

Recently coming back from the store on my bike during traffic hour, and this was on Monclair street, a tractor trailer flatbed pulled beside me and the trailer and I stayed side by side for quite awhile. Sometimes no more then 5 to 6 inches away from my shoulder, and here I am trying to keep my balance from dodging the pot holes and in my mind I could see those wheels and getting run over by them.

 I know,  I’ll have to go some day and I was sure that my day had come. I realize now that we have protection from above, and we are well protected. When I hear someone say God works in  mysterious ways, I will say it’s the best protection a person can have. I really believe, with all the things that have happened to me in the past, without God’s protection, I would not be here today .I feel sorry for the non believers, because the day will come that they will find out that there is a God but then it will be too late. I always say to each to his/her own belief.

That’s my rant for the day.

Hippies head for Noah's Ark.

 I don't know.  This is hard to believe but you never know. Like I've always said there are strange things in this world.

A rapidly increasing stream of New Age believers – or esoterics, as locals call them – have descended in their camper van-loads on the usually picturesque and tranquil Pyrenean village of Bugarach. They believe that when apocalypse strikes on 21 December this year, the aliens waiting in their spacecraft inside Pic de Bugarach will save all the humans near by and beam them off to the next age.

As the cataclysmic date – which, according to eschatological beliefs and predicted astrological alignments, concludes a 5,125-year cycle in the Mesoamerican Long Count calendar – nears, the goings-on around the peak have become more bizarre and ritualistic.

It was interesting to read.