The Day That I Died: A Look Behind The Veil

I died when I was thirteen years old, and in that process I saw and felt the forces that command this reality and more importantly what drew me back.

At the time of my death, I wasn’t aware of the vast, ineffable nature of who we are, but it’s certainly something that I have been unpacking over the past forty three years. There are subtle nuances of this experience that have opened me up to living the life of a mystic and understanding that there is another world that is more real than the one we are currently living.

It was a typical steamy summer in Brisbane, Australia, although that’s not what would have been at the forefront of my mind at the age of thirteen. That seems to be something we notice as we get older I feel....

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