The Flipside of the Flipside

Tragedy is everywhere.

Courage is everywhere too.

It takes courage to come to the planet.  That's what the research shows anyway - in the scholarly articles that were done about hypnosis by Dr. Helen Wambach in the 1960's and the many cases reported by Dr. Michael Newton in the 1970's-90's we find that each time people choose to show up on the planet there's a reason to do so.

Divine light or some dust?
In other words, the journey, as hard as it is to accomplish, isn't done without some forethought.

People say that sometimes they were coerced to "come back" by their loved ones - because they wanted them to play some kind of role in their lives, and they just weren't "all that happy" to do so, but did it out of a favor. And when they get here to the planet, they forget that they made that agreement and came to fulfill a role - and just don't want to be here at all.

And then other people come to give others such a deeply profound lesson in love that it takes the breath away.  I'm reminded of these stories with the loss of this little Syrian boy who drowned while trying to get to a better life than where he was.
The body of a 2-year-old boy who washed ashore in Turkey has been identified as Aylan Kurdi, seen here on the left with his brother, Galip. Their mother, Rehen, also died, Fin Donnelly, a member of the Canadian Parliament, told CNN partner CTV. The boys' aunt, Tima Kurdi, who lives in Canada, posted this image to Facebook.
Aylan Kurdi and his brother Galip. courtesy CNN
I've seen some pretty intense films made in Syria, in the midst of this war, by people who still live there, who still are trying to make sense of the nonsense, who observe "If we were kittens, more people would pay attention to us."  It's an epic crisis happening on the planet, and there doesn't seem to be much that anyone can do about it, except wait and see who winds up on top.

Here's a film that shows why people are doing everything to leave Syria. It's 14 minutes, worth watching.

But I'd like to offer that despite this tragedy - which is ongoing - people can understand that we all choose our lifetimes. 

Sometimes its to come here to teach a lesson in compassion.  How can people turn their backs on those fighting for their lives?  How can we turn our backs on the planet which is fighting for its life?  How can we turn our backs on our loved ones who are fighting for their lives?

Research shows we come her for a reason and not to just cut down trees.
 But somehow we wind up turning our backs, or doing the politically expedient thing - whether it's attacking and going to war and taking more lives, or ignoring the people who are in desperate straights, or ignoring the homeless person asking for a nickel or a smile.  

People in the Sudan, people lighting themselves on fire in Tibet to escape Chinese occupation, people who are impoverished, addicted to drugs, who lash out - people who are in uniform who fear for their lives and pull the trigger before they realize what's happening... these events occur every day, and we get so caught up in the emotion of them, we can't stop to applaud those who came here, sacrificed their lives so we could learn something about compassion.

It's hard to wrap my mind around it, for sure, but I offer it because it's in the data. It's in the thousands of cases that have been examined, it's in so many differing accounts from so many people across the planet who've never met, that there must be something more to it than meets the eye.

Two people who chose very different paths, but found ourselves at the same place.
 Which takes us to another eyeful.  A county clerk raised by her tradition to be conservative takes it upon herself to deny gay people the right to marry.  Conservative pundits run - no, elbow each other to her defense, until it turns out the clerk has been married four times, twice to the same fellow, whom she conceived kids with with one of her previous husbands.  If she had spent any time reading the actual book, instead of smacking people with it, she might have seen the concept that "love your neighbor as yourself" and "what you do to the least of these, you do to me" is in that good book... over and over again.

"Kingdom of God is Near" isn't a warning; it's a location.

But somehow, she can't see the fact that we are all equal - on this side of the fence, and on the other side of the fence.  That the "Kingdom of God is near" isn't a warning, but an observation of locality - that heaven, or the flipside, is actually so close we need only close our eyes to focus on it, get information, solace and energy from it.  And lessons too.

I'd post her picture, but what's the point? She'll be on a book tour soon, and her face splattered across the media, and then some years later, it will come out that she meant something else, or that she's sorry for causing stress, or whatever.

Here's the thing.

What the research into the afterlife shows is that the predominant paradigm in the universe is love. 

We don't have a proper definition for the word love, just like we don't have one for the word "home" (which every session I've filmed, when people are asked "where would you like to go?" they say "home" and they don't mean here.)  We have no real, concrete definition for love - but we all know what it means, we've all experienced it, so therefore, we "know it."

Universal studios, otherwise known as The Universe.

And as I've heard on more than one occasion doing this research "God is too difficult a concept for the human brain to comprehend, it's not physically possible" yet "you can experience God if you open your heart to everyone and all things."

Open your heart to everyone and to all things.

Shall we repeat it together out loud?  "OPEN YOUR HEART TO EVERYONE AND TO ALL THINGS."

Open your heart to all things. Including fans of the Cubs. (me)
 That's what, or who God is.  And you can experience God by opening your heart to everyone and all things.  I get this information from the Flipside.  And it's information from the Flipside that helps us over here on the Flipside of the Flipside.

If this county clerk could open her heart to everyone and to all things, she would experience God. Open her heart to the things she doesn't understand, or fears.  It's that simple.  And in like form, that means I have to open my heart to her.  I don't know why she chose this path, but I honor it.  It's possibly to show and demonstrate what lack of compassion is so we can experience compassion.  I don't know why she chose a life to have three husbands and four marriages, but I honor that choice.  It's her choice after all, I'm not in her shoes, and I can't judge her for it.

Opening your heart to all things, not so hard if the thing is a rose.
The thorn not so much.
  Just like the parents of the child who drowned trying to find safety and freedom and love with his family.  

He's not gone, he's just not here. He came to teach a lesson in love, perhaps to learn a lesson in love - I don't know the answer because I'm not in his shoes. He knows why he chose this path, and he may have left early because he's going to come back in the future with his soul mates to perform some other act of compassion. It's possible.

He will always be with his parents.  He had his reasons for coming here to have a short life - I can't judge those reasons either, but I can appreciate the outpouring of love for him.  I can appreciate that everyone seeing his photo has opened their hearts just a bit, and can feel that experience of love.  I honor him for his courage to do so.

Love exists.  And God, or whatever word you prefer, whatever nomenclature makes you comfortable - you can call it "the energetic etheric quantum substance that connects all of us etherically" - or you can call it "the thing that I know exists because I exist" - whatever words suit what your heart feels, that's the idea I'm trying to get at.

We learn from this research into the flipside how to live and behave and be compassionate on the flipside of the flipside. Which is.. 

Right where you are.

My two cents.

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