Of course

I had a NDE. The interesting thing is, what is the cause behind the different hallucinations.

People are so conditioned to go somewhere following death. Why can't it all happen within us, a micro- universe; a unit of mind becoming part of the feminine frame of reference, the negative or receptive aspect of the dual mind; the quality of which is guaged by its degree of resonance to the Word, the Logos, a portion of which goes to the make-up of our two-fold universe. Two frequencies, two frames of reference, two mind qualities, God and the Devil.

We are micro-universes. We, the real us, positive frequency, called in the East the Monad; what the Bhagavad Gita means by the injunction "I, having pervaded the entire universe with a fragment of myself, remain." In our micro universe universe we are that fragment... the god of our universe.

We don't have to 'go' anywhere. We are already there homogeneous with our body of manifestation, our physical micro-universe. Our phenomenal, objective universe, our bodies, are space at it lowest possible frequency; matter on its evolutionary (Prodigal Son) journey towards at-one-ment with our Souces (pure electricity) by becoming that Source frequency. We, the Monad, are are space at its highest frequency. Again from the Gita: "Matter is Spirit at it lowest frequency, and Spirit is matter at its highest."

Why can't our NDE hallucinations be be the result of astral or mental polarisation? Do we "see" loved ones waiting with open arms, beautiful paradise-like gardens; angels or even Jesus surrounded by light extending his hand? If we do we are probably emotionally polarised...our wish life.

I have heard of some people "seeing' Hell. To no one's surprise, these people came from extremely Religious Fundamentalist backgrounds. Are we in our NDE's merely dancing with who we brung? Is this our judgement. After all, all "holy books" say we are gods.

In my NDE, I was racing at a very high rate towards the end of a tunnel. I guess it can be called a tunnel. The end was much larger thatn where I began and was pulsing blue-black, sky blue and silvery white. I didn't see anything or any one. It was like I was tuning in on a thought. This thought (not like a public address system) kept saying over and over "Come on, hurry-up and get through the end of this thing, we've got work to do." I got about 75% of the way, thought of my wife, came to an abrupt halt, began backing-up and the next thing I saw was the person holding the electric pads who had zapped me. I can truthfully say that the spiritual work in which I've been involved beginning in 1965 (in this incarnation) is mental (occult) in nature and except those who understand it, encourages people to stay off the Astral Plane. At its highest it is illusion. Was I dancing with who I brung? Probably.