thanks for your input samsung..but will continue my quote

[where was..your quote from?..]

'..during the times..we are having recreation.

They..[Spheres]..bring together men..in different divisions..of the same realm,
..but not those..who are..in different realms.

Moreover,..a man will sometimes be..in one sphere..
and sometimes in another,..e.g...the sphere of architecture..or music..or art/..science

infinite..'spheres'..[are often overlapping...such as french art/french architecture/french lit...overlap the french sphere's..

just as 'art'..could be..in any other..country or other-specific/..aspect's..sphere

“I had been inquiring..about the realm below..and that above,.. and suddenly a man came to me..“He told me about the divisions of Hell,and that..he had been sent..to teach the souls in the schools.

He was not allowed to go any lower,..but even that..had retarded his progress.

[but was/is..remains..effectivly..a means of redeeming..that he..helped..create in the first place..]..

He hoped,..however,..soon to be allowed to pass onto..the realm above us.

He said,..that the souls in Hell..were terribly hard to teach,
..far harder than..the worst types..[of people]..on earth,

and this..in spite of the fact..that none..had reached
the seventh division..unless..they desired*..to progress.

..‘The nearest simile..which occurs to me is,like-as..a school for mentally afflicted children..is compared to a first-class..secondary-school..[on earth].

Even that..does not show..the full difference.’

“‘The schools for the babies,..which I never entered,..correspond fairly closely to the kindergartens on earth,..though of course there..different subjects..are taught.’

“Many other things P. described to me,..But I was not long..to have the advantage of his company,..for soon after the passing-up to us of the officer,..P’s..guide took him away..for his final_preparations..for his own passing-on..into the next realm...

[preparing him for his graduation..[2de death]..and the upcomming..disolving..{disolution}..

of his present body-form....[soul body]..

that..he used..in this realm..
[his..new light-body..awaits..his..3rd re-birth]

my guide..took me to see the passing..up to us..of a soul from Hell

and his guide went with me,..we found it was..the officer.

“I find it hard..to make you understand..how we got there,
but suddenly..we were at the edge of Hell...

We seemed to be on a dry,barren,..rocky edge.
Behind us were..black rocks and hard,..stony ground.

The ground,..sloped up towards us..terminating at a black seething dark body..[much like shimmering..{black]..mercury]...in front of us..as it broke off abruptly...from the barren-land..upon which we stood

“Now this terrible precipice..was made far more awful..by the fact that at its edge..all light ceased.

The light seemed to become tiny particles of mist,..and at the very edge..these seemed to pile themselves up..into a great wall against the darkness.

There was no..intermingling of light and dark,..as on earth,simply this awful darkness,..which seemed as if it were a solid curtain,.or even a wall..against which the light piled itself up..but could not penetrate.

“My guide spoke..‘Go to the uttermost edge..of that rocky cliff
and stretch out your hand..into the darkness’

“I went to the edge,...My hand went into the darkness..and was immediately lost to sight...I could see my arm..as far as the part where it entered the darkness,..but beyond I could see nothing.

Nor could I feel..any sensation..in the hand,..save only at the place
where it entered the darkness...It was more than the darkness which can be felt;

it was the darkness..which destroys feeling*.

“At the part..where my arm entered the darkness..I felt a narrow band of intense cold,..numbing and yet burning.

“‘May I withdraw my arm?’..I asked my guide.
“‘Yes’

“I promptly withdrew it,..and was really thankful to find it was undamaged.

“‘Why this darkness and cold?’..I inquired...“My guide replied,..
‘The light of faith..does not exist..there,..and there is also..no love of God.

“‘As you are now..a spirit,..you need the spiritual light..and warmth,..just as on earth..you needed physical warmth and light.’

“Slowly the wall of darkness..began to sway to and fro...As it advanced towards the light..in one place..it receded in ..at another,..

the light..expressed/expelled..out

There was no interpenetration,..
simply an undulating line..instead of a straight one.

As this movement..grew more and more violent..I sprang back from the cliff,..fearing that

a fold of darkness might engulf me...“But my guide said,..‘stand firm...That darkness cannot reach us;..there is too much faith..here’

And so it was,..for though the folds of darkness..several times swept up..on to the land..[on either side of the spot where we were standing],..it never engulfed us,..and we were able to realize..the awful depth..of the precipice,..which seemed almost unscaleable.

But the light gave comparatively little illumination.

“Suddenly..out of the darkness beneath us..a ball of light began to emerge,..and,..having rapidly risen,..we saw it was a glorious spirit of light.

As he rose from the depths..the darkness seemed to fall from off him,..to use a homely simile,..like water from a duck’s back.

“Having, climbed over..the edge of the cliff on to its top,..he lay down and stretched his arm down..into the darkness...It vanished up to the shoulder;..but gradually he withdrew it,..and soon we saw his hand..grasped that of another.

The newcomer’s hand was not bright and shining like his,..but dark and dirty,..with a pallid,..unhealthy tinge.

“Soon there struggled up beside him,..slowly and painfully,..a most miserable subject.

His eyes were covered..with a kind of bandage...He fell to the ground beside his guide,who rose to his feet..and gently helped him to rise.

“The newcomer wore a dark grey ragged garment,..which was covered with stains,./.and seemed to have,..as it were,..patches of darkness/still clinging to it.

His hands and face..were also stained and dirty.

“‘Oh, this terrible light,’..he moaned...‘I can see it..even through this bandage’(To us..it was a very murky light,..most like that seen in a London-fog.)

“‘How foul his clothes are!’..I said to P.

“‘To us,..yes;..but..if he could see them..they would..to him appear unwontedly clean,’

said P...‘I expect..to you..your clothes appear quite clean?’
“‘Yes’I replied.

“‘Well,..I can see..many stains on them,.and..I have no doubt..
to..my guide..mine also appear foul.’

“I felt very humbled..by this remark..and remained silent...

SO LETS LOOK..AT THIS emergance..FROM hell..from the other_side

He Leaves the Astral..{hell}..for the Spirit Plane

he said..to,the officer..pray..

[officers_words]..“I did so,..and repeated the Lord’s/Prayer...“As I did this..a great weight..seemed to crush me down.. My surroundings began to..blur and quiver.

The astral/landscape...

became..like a painted canvas,..and then grew thin...then It split and rent..in a thousand fragments,..and dissolved into tatters of mist.

These seemed to be whirled away..as if by a strong wind,..but I felt no breeze...“The weight grew more and more heavy...I seemed to be enclosed..as-in..a coffin of lead.

At length..I could bear it no longer,..and shrieked out..to my guide

‘Help me,..for God’s sake,..to get clear of this weight.’

“He held out his hand to me,..and I sprang towards it,
and,..to my astonishment,..i found myself free of the weight.

“Then my astral shell..was caught..by the same wind..which was shattering the landscape...It whirled and twisted..and grew flimsy...Then it TOO.. crumbled and whirled..out of sight.

“The mists drifted..quickly away..and I saw a beautiful landscape,..the type of..landscape familiar to you..by now...

I had reached..the plane of the spiritual body.

I had hardly time to realize it before,..on every side,..visions of my former life..came crowding upon me..in a wild chaos,..like a hideous nightmare..from which I could not escape...[even here]

“I could not see my guide,..and called desperately to him,.and a voice answered..Pray.

“Then I prayed,..and as I did so..the visions ceased to be chaos,..and took on a regular sequence...From my earliest childhood..up to the hour of my death..

every act and thought were there shown..as like a little drama..enacted again and again.

Not only the evil,..but also the good.”
Here H.J.L...intervened...the oficers testimony

“The rest was practically the same as my own experience,..so we won’t go over it again...just tell Jack..about your spiritual body.”

‘i didnt know Why I have..such a tiny spiritual body?’

“He answered..‘Because you did so little..to develop your spiritual-nature on earth.

Indeed,..but for your work..on the astral plane..
you could not even/have come to the spiritual plane..yet.’

“That’s the worst of it,..that’s why I’m making such slow progress,..
that and the fact..that I still bother..about earth things too much.”

“Well,..Jack,say goodbye to Mr. A.,..for you must be going now,..and you won’t see him again..for some little time,..as he’s done his share here..[in this realm]..for the time being.”

So we shook hands,..and almost immediately afterwards..I..{the medium}{JW}...seemed to lose consciousness...as the scene faded..ok jinny/done...lol

jinny/quote..<<UOG:..Please,stop looking-back..at ur past..>>

thanks..for your sincere_concern..jinny
this is simply..my job....and i needed to post..that.i have now posted

its not..'my'..past..[..you should know by..the mostly clear-writing..its a quote.;.[plus some bits..i added..knowing the other..[not quoted bits..of the story]..[gone west...and the officer]..

so its not..my story/..only what i believe..contains truths

<<let the pain go.>>...jinny..know i have no pain

im much like/you in this matter...im in control..of my body..[it dosnt tell me..what to feel]

<<U still have..your life.>>this 'job'..is my life..jinny
if i wasnt posting..i have no other reason..to egsist..[online]

im not into..much-else..[been there done that ..AND bought..the tshirt]..like i said before..this is what..i chose..to be doing

ok i cook/smoke..breed fish..read..do house work..etc
but this..i enjoy sharing..[and if people dont get it/thats their loss]

<<Do good,>>..what better..to be doing than helping..time poor people..save/reading..the whole book...or the whole bible...

i can give them a thumbnail scetch..then if..they read it..they read with open eyes...ok i dont get paid..but its my joy to help..as best i can

<<live life>>.i done that..lived over 50 years of it
not much i havnt done..except jump-out of a plane..or those other adrenolin junkie-type persuits,..and im not into..that stuff anyhow

<<stop obsessing..on your/theories..in life.>>jinny..i read others post's...and dont read..others posts..

WE ALL GOT THAT CHOICE...

i couldnt care less..if no one reads a word...whats important is i tried...they chose..not to hear..[all i can do..is what i do]

<<You spend too_much-time..on that>>>..sounds like my family..[what you want to save the world for..dad.../because you lot..are in it..too]

<and it doesn't help.>..it certainly dosnt..help too much/either

<<Accept the things..you can't change,>>>

oh jinny if only you knew..of my succes's..in bringing change...but then also..the burden

i cant not do nuthing
can you not..work?
[same/same]

<<You have to..change yourself>>
fight who i am..?..[become what others..WANT me to be?]

lol..who's living..this life...[me?]

<<and not talk..about death.>>..

there is no death jinny
thats what..im trying to explain

jinny your a dear...you care for everyone...
im hanging in..i know things change...im just being me

you have been so kind allready..
you help in just being who you are...thanks for being you

love allways
johan

Yohan... before i leave... I know how important it is to you to do your online work. I know you are trying to make others see what you see.. The fact is most people do not want to see.

It is not your job or purpose with the life you have been gifted with to do this. You priority is you. You and only you. I am sad that your satisfaction in live comes from spending so much time on the internet writing about your beliefs.

Your fishes... get more fishes. spend more time with them. less time thinking about the problems of the world. I can see you are wanting to make a difference..

Our path was already set for us before we were born. We all serve a purpose.. it will make a difference when we allow nature to take its course. If it was meant to be, it will happen.

Take care my dear friend. You are special.. very special.. never forget that.

SIgn OUT! yey! I'm a jinny in a bottle :P