This article originally appeared in Parabola magazine and is reprinted here with permission. Parabola is a not-for-profit organization that. Four times a year for over thirty-five years it has gathered the wisdom of the world's spiritual traditions to illuminate the central questions of life.
Wonderful. Amazing. And so very comforting. You were very fortunate to have met the God of Love. The God of our universe. Sadly, so few know Him or acknowledge Him
Cool article. I know for sure life goes on as I channel lots of spirits in the spirit world. Tracy's soul condition was in a good shape when she "temporarily passed" into the spirit world. If we are open to love, I have often been told by many spirits that it is like being truly loved to the core for the first time in our lives. If we are not open to being loved at all, then spirits can find themselves in a really dingy place which means they become earthbound. It all revolves around how loving we chose to be in our lives, so I just wanted to put out that Tracy's experience is not a guarantee for all. It is just about the fact of whether we are opened to being loved, and though it may sound counter intuitive, many are not out of unworthiness or rebellion. If you are interested in talking to people who passed on I do offer channeling classes by donation. https://www.facebook.com/gr...[Hide Full Comment]
Thank you for sharing this touching and beautifully told story. I don't know why but I always find comfort in reading accounts of near death experiences. Some ancient part of me must remember the loving connection to these heavenly beings, even though they seem far away now. Though I don't wish to experience the kind of terror you did, I long to have such a visceral experience that no one or the passing of time can dim the remembrance of angels watching over us.
BEAUTIFUL!!! I definitely get where you've been. What is "real" is not only what's happening to us at this very moment, but so beyond us... I saw an angel one night. I stood there in sheer silence & stared at her. It was a few days before my first born. Not something I share with people I know...cause we all know what adults believe / don't believe.... I've never had another experience like this since...however how many times does the big fella need to throw miracles into our laps before we accept that life beyond what we know is unfathomably limitless??
i retired in 1996, after plying trains for 41 years on the Western Railway, including 25 years
over the suburban network. Like every member of the city’s workforce, a
Motorman leaves home, praying for a good day at the office. Unlike a priest or
doctor, a Motorman undergoes the chilling experience of watching live human
beings, young and old, full of Life and hurrying across the tracks, or coming
before the train to be blasted into eternity. At the last moment before Death, our Third Eye and Mind opens, and we visualize the beauty of Life and Love. Sometimes, when a fatally injured victim was struggling with his last few moments, lying on the track, there was an aura of solemnity surrounding us. I would gently ask the victim to ask forgivenessfrom Almighty before entering his heavenly home. The motley crowd of commuters formed a respectful ring around him, replacing the family and friends that normally surround a person bidding adieu to our mortal world. The saddest poverty is when a man goes to his grave, not knowing the purpose of his earthly journey. The goal of Life, like worship, is Self Realization. La vita fugge, et non s’arresta una hora, / et la morte vien dietro a gran giornate” (Life flees, and slows not for an instant, / and death hurries along behind it)—Petrarch.
Dear Tracy, what amazing and beautiful compassion that you wrote about regarding the men who were killing you. That that was your first thought and not for your own safety speaks volumes about your character. I've helped hundred cross over and I've crashed twice myself from anaphylactic shock. Last night was almost a 3rd, but I made the choice to stay, even though it took several minutes to push the call button for help. My fever has gone up a little this afternoon, so I was already to turn off my computer, but your compelling subject line said "No, you need to read this!". I get that it's not my turn yet, and there is more work to do, and thank you for reminding me why I started on my spiritual path.
I had a very similar experience once when my life was in peril, not from an attack but from a strange near-accident. My mind opened into what appeared to be a seemingly different dimension that could only be described by the word LOVE. There were/are no other words to describe what I experienced. I wish I could say that this long-ago experience has guided my every waking minute since then, but it has not. Still, it has left me with a greater sense of trust and ease and a peaceful supposing that death just might not be such a fearful thing. If it turns out to be a passage from this reality into one like the one I glimpsed, I could welcome it!
This touched me on a few levels. I moved to New York in 1981 and also lived in Hell's Kitchen, not far from the area she described. It was indeed a seedy and dangerous place. I myself had a close call one night as I was walking my dog.
More importantly, I could not get over the synchronicity of finding this in my inbox this morning, as last night I feel I had a brush with death. It was not an official "near-death experience" in that I didn't leave my body, but a physical condition suddenly gripped me and it seemed as if I was near the end.
I uttered a healing prayer and the situation just dissipated and I fell peacefully asleep. I can only imagine that I was touched by some power or being greater than myself. I guess it is not quite yet my time to go.
Thanks to Tracy Cochran for bravely relating an experience that worldly unbelieving people would readily scoff at. I completely believe in accounts such as these and I'm grateful and ennobled each time I hear one.
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The more I learn the less I know, so just think ... This only increases my small (I thought large) revelation of God's grace!
I was like you once....a non believer....then after the death of my grandmother, I began receiving messages from her...this pushed me into a different path for my life altogether and I still have trouble believing the messages when they come. How wonderful that your experience pushed you so far in that you can't deny it and how wonderful that you can share this with us and confirm others experiences that are often discounted as dreams or fantasies to escape horror rather than what they are....a connection to the spirit, ours combined with all others.
I was so moved by this story. I believe this and I see and feel glimpses of this at times.
Do I believe this? Indeed I do. Let's start telling our stories!
here is a sharing:
a poem entitled "worry"-written this morning:
no need to worry
about all the “to-do’s”
there is more than enough time
to accomplish everything
that needs to be done
the birds are singing their magic song
which becalms the roiling waters within
and soothes the soul
my siren song
along with distant tires strumming along the interstate highway
and neighborhood dogs sometimes barking
the leaves flutter outside my window
the sky’s haze portends the heat to come
holy rarified air
with laser force
all in all
open hands eager to do the work of the day
enormously blessed[Hide Full Comment]