Life Between Lives
by Michael McGinnis
Middle-aged people sometimes have less wisdom than small children and people nearing death. They may deny what is obvious to these others — that the end of the body is not the end of life. Those of us who have forgotten this, and not yet remembered it again, could use a timely reminder.
When I was very young, I only learned over about five years to identify myself with my body. My first few years still leave me with a few recollections of religious or spiritual feelings and events: only fragments, I'm sure, of those I've forgotten. But I was relearning the ways of earth, of materialism, and man's view of the finality of death and forgetting my spiritual heritage. I reached a turning point when I was about five years old and in bed one night: I had accepted the material consciousness once more, and I suddenly understood that when I died I would cease to exist. I started crying hopelessly. My parents must have been mystified by this eruption on my part; I didn't have the words to explain my realisation.
My father also showed me his knowledge and acceptance of his upcoming death by quietly reviewing the provisions of his will with me, the only time he did this with anyone, and very warmly saying good bye to me on my last visit home about three months before he died. In terms of this world, his death was sudden and unforeseen. In the terms of the afterlife, and his guardian angel who gave him advice from that perspective, encouraging him to tell me about his will was easy advice for him to accept as his awareness was preparing to remove from his worn body. Also in terms of the afterlife, the date for death of his physical body had been set long beforehand.
Our society has developed a very materialistic consciousness in the last few hundred years. This means that it accepts only the reality of that which can be seen or touched. Thoughts and dreams, much less an afterlife, have no objective reality in the self-concept of our society. We are robbing ourselves of much comfort and assurance, and putting ourselves through excessive sadness in our mistaken assertion of the finality of the separation of death. I would like to recommend to you a most uplifting, hopeful book — but a book that does not support one religion over another. The book, "Life Between Lives: the Journey of Soul" by Dr. Michael Newton is an exploration by hypnotic regression of many people to the times they spent between lives on earth. A copy of this book will soon be in the Mayo library.
This book uses transcripts of interviews done under hypnosis through all parts of the post-life experience: death itself, leaving the body, meeting friends and relatives, soul mates, evaluation of one's performance in the last life on earth, soul's guides, planning the next lifetime, and the experience of rebirth. And much more besides! Harps don't seem to be much in demand, but there is much more light, love and impulse to growth than we are used to experiencing here.
Newton's book can introduce many people to a much larger, and much more understanding, compassionate reality than our daily existence provides. Yet the goal of being in the after life is similar to this life: to learn from our experiences and become better, more responsible, more loving people wherever we happen to be living.