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chapter 6

B.E.T.A.A.H.F. V.1

Beyond Earth Time, at a Higher Frequency

Visit 1

Deuce was pleased with his latest “imago.” He had envisioned an English castle set upon acres of gently rolling hills in a beautiful countryside setting. He imagined what would be akin to early morning back on Earth—soft purples from the distant hills, dark gentle greens from the nearby grassy meadows, and a soothingZ pinkish-yellow-orange sky just before the sun was rising, all blending together to create a palette of inexplicable splendor. “Stunning,” he mumbled, as he pictured himself having just arisen from a massive, dark, intricately carved medieval sort of bed, which occupied a position of prominence in his newly fashioned sleeping chamber. The room’s rounded stone walls, with three enormous windows, afforded him a panoramic view of the surrounding countryside. As his feet touched the cool stone floors, Deuce couldn’t help but congratulate himself on this, his newest creation.

The term “imago” referred to the product of a “heavenly” practice similar in many respects to what was called imagination or daydreaming on Earth. The major difference, however, was the nature of reality itself. At the vibrational level commonly referred to on Earth as “heaven,” things could be best described as ethereal—real, but lacking concrete substance. Space, matter, and time did not exist here in the same way as they did at the earthly frequency. Hence, heaven was not really a place in the strict sense of the word, but rather a realm of higher vibrational consciousness where you could easily and immediately create your own “reality” with just your thoughts. This differed markedly from the thinking, dreaming, and fantasizing practices on Earth, where translating thoughts into the “real world” of lower earthly energy and dense matter was often a far more challenging and time-consuming process.

“This is my best imago yet,” Deuce proclaimed with a certain sense of pride. His bedroom was but a small part of a huge Gothic-looking castle that he had mentally fashioned and was currently occupying for the first time. “Brilliant design, old boy,” he muttered, shuffling off to his massive master bath to prepare for his imagined “day.”

The imago process of instant creation was most suitable to Deuce’s nature. On Earth, he had been a nanosecond sort of person, and was constantly frustrated by the time it took to get things done. In his present state, everything was instantaneous and he couldn’t be more pleased. Actually, “time” as he had known it on Earth did not even exist here. One could create ad lib, and enjoy ad infinitum—there was never an end, unless you chose a new beginning, which, of course, Deuce did with astonishing regularity. Diversity and new experiences had always been driving forces in his life, but this “heaven” was beyond his wildest earthly dreams. With no limitations of time and space, a person could be whoever he wanted, wherever he wanted, whenever he desired and create whatever he wanted for as long as he wished. Here, thoughts dictated form and imagination created experience. The “ground,” or “creative essence,” of this universal consciousness—the entity to whom earthly people referred to as God—flowed freely into all expressions of this creation, imbuing all with life force, energy, and unrestricted potential.

Standing before the full-length mirror in his bath, Deuce couldn’t help but admire his present image—again, a product of his own imagination. This time he was tall and slender with short dark hair, a Clark Gable mustache, and beautifully tanned skin. His finely chiseled abdomen made a handsome complement to his moderately muscular physique. A strong, masculine jaw and dark, penetrating, yet playful eyes rounded out the image before him. “Wow, am I a stud!” Deuce smiled as he contemplated getting dressed. Let’s see, he mused, what kind of look shall I have today?

Playing “dress-up” was pretty much a female activity back on Earth, but here, the imago process made it fun for everyone, as choices were, again, limited only by the imagination. “I think I’ll go for a bit of a more contemporary Western flair—tight jeans, flannel shirt, and one of those leather belts with the big silver buckle! Some nice alligator boots should do, and of course, a rugged-looking cowboy hat might come in handy as well.” In a flash, Deuce was “duded up” and ready for the day, even though his present outfit seemed a bit incongruous in his Gothic castle setting. “Oh well,” he shrugged, “that’s the beauty of heaven, I guess—no restrictive standards to crimp my style! Maybe I’ll even take a horseback ride around my new estate after breakfast.”

Oops…no real need for breakfast here. But what the heck—some earthly habits, like eating, were pleasurable regardless of any perceived “need.” In the heavenly state of being, everything was on a much higher frequency, making food unnecessary. Nevertheless, this morning Deuce had one of those old earthly cravings for a cup of coffee, and he was going to enjoy one! As he imagined the smell of freshly brewed coffee, a cup immediately appeared in his hand. Nothing like a hot cup o’ joe, he thought to himself as he headed out to the terrace. Hmmm…wonder what’s happening on Earth today? he mused, still somewhat in the habit of reviewing the daily news with his morning coffee.

The difference in frequency between heaven and Earth, however, made communication back and forth a bit cumbersome. The imago process didn’t work the same on earthly frequencies, so “heavenly” beings couldn’t just imagine themselves back on Earth and be there. In fact, communicating at all with Earth was a bit like a phone conversation with a lot of static on the line—it just didn’t work very well. Although all earthlings were created in the exact same image of divine consciousness, and had a somewhat-limited ability to tune in to higher “heavenly” frequencies—cultural dogma, doctrines, ignorance, and sensory limitations resulted in most of them merely existing at a self-imposed lower vibrational level, largely unaware of their potential, and generally content with just an occasional flash of déjà vu, creative inspiration, “spiritual” revelation, or intuition as their only link to the world beyond. There were exceptions to that rule, of course—psychics, mediums, mystics, and the like, even ordinary people in extraordinary circumstances (near-death experiences, mind-expanding drugs, dramatic religious conversions, etc.)—but by and large, most people on Earth didn’t come close to realizing their inherent spiritual communication skills.

Deuce himself had fallen into that category, never really connecting with his higher potential prior to his unexpected and untimely transition. Adjusting to the heavenly frequency had been a bit of a challenge for him at first, due to his marginal earthly advancement. Nevertheless, in the presence of pure and unconditional love, his consciousness had expanded rapidly, and now he couldn’t even imagine existing at such a low level as was common on Earth. He very much enjoyed the timelessness of the higher frequency as well. Past, present, and future—linear time—no longer existed for the beings there, so all of “time,” so to speak, was within their realm of experience, and simultaneously at that! Neither did the sense of individuality, or separateness, that they had known on Earth exist in the same way here. It was like having instant access to an infinitesimally large computer bank containing all of life for all of time, and being able to experience any bit of data stored there. Familiar physical forms were recognizable in this domain, and yet they were not physical in the earthly sense. Communication occurred via feeling and intuition, and one could easily “experience” any number of people or places at any given moment. Many found it informative, however, to occasionally focus their attention back to Earth, and especially on their “past” earthly lives, to review the choices they had made there and the ongoing results of those choices.

Today, in accord with that practice, Deuce was feeling a bit nostalgic, so he sat back in his chair on the terrace and conjured up a plasmatron. Plasmatrons, or “plasmies” as they were commonly called there in heaven, were electronic machines that served as frequency modulators, something akin to a television set back on Earth. A heavenly being could easily dial in a name, a particular Earth year, or any topic (much like using a search engine on a computer) and view the results there on the screen of the plasmie. This time, Deuce tuned in to Peter Olsen, Copenhagen, Denmark, 1915–1985. He never tired, really, of reviewing his own life on Earth, as it kind of “grounded” him in this ongoing sea of expansiveness. He saw his parents, Karl and Gretchen Olsen, and how proud they were of their healthy 7-lb., 9-oz. baby boy. They both looked so young and quite overjoyed at his arrival. And there was his sister, Ingar, fifteen years his senior, and not quite sure what to make of this unplanned baby brother!

Fast-forward to 1929—ah, there’s Ingar on her wedding day! How beautiful she looks! It must have taken hours to get her long auburn hair up into that architectural masterpiece on top of her head! And there’s her husband-to-be, Henrik, too. What a great choice she made with him. His brilliant mind and insatiable curiosity would later earn him a Nobel Prize for the discovery of a substance ubiquitous throughout the universe, and identified by him as vitamin K. I always envied Henrik’s remarkable energy, Deuce mused, and brilliance (“brisance,” he called it), but his discovery of this clotting substance was by far his most famous discovery, as later on it would take its place along with another vitamin—D—as one of the most essential compounds on the planet.

Fourteen years later now, and there I am, finishing my PhD, under Henrik’s expert tutelage. He was such an amazing scientist and a great colleague. We really should get together sometime soon, Deuce reflected. No telling what he’s up to these days.

Contacting other beings was easy in the heavenly realm, so there was really no excuse for not connecting with Henrik to see how he was doing. Since there was no time or space, it was relatively simple to synch consciousness in heaven, but communication itself was a bit different than on Earth. It was more of an intuitive awareness of the other’s being, which was far more intimate than just words or an actual physical presence. At any rate, he missed Henrik and resolved to visit with him sometime soon.

Oh, there we are in the lab, doing our research. How little we knew back then! Turned out we were just at the tip of the iceberg. Oh, and those stupid chickens! Henrik’s cholesterol-free diet was killing them all—bleeding to death. How strange! There was something else missing from that diet that we didn’t even know about!

Oops, now 1943. We know about the missing substance! Koagulations Vitamin! The compound also refined out of the cholesterol-free diet whose absence was causing those chickens to bleed to death—that took some real sleuthing to identify! Great work, Henrik and Edward…and there they are, receiving the Nobel Prize for their work! What a day that was—what a huge discovery, showing how blood needed the Koagulations Vitamin to clot! We all were certainly heroes that day. One of the best days of my life, actually…

Ugh…1976, and Henrik just died. I hated that—all that research now up to me. I was pretty good, but no Henrik, unfortunately. Not sure if I will be able to fill his shoes.

Ah, 1983 now…much more progress on D and K. Wow, these are amazing substances! I’ve got to get this information out there, or we’re headed for big trouble! Oh no, 1985 already. Damn this plasmie—once it gets going, it keeps speeding up! Why couldn’t I have just stayed home that day? I didn’t like the water much, anyway. High speed, big rock, boat flipped. It’s cold, getting dark, can’t breathe…

Deuce came to with a start, and switched off the plasmatron. Looking at one’s own death was never a pleasant experience. “Swedish researcher killed in boating accident”—that headline was still etched in his memory. Really bad timing, too, just when he was about to publish some amazing new research on vitamin K. So much death and misery on Earth without his knowledge. He still worried about it.

Deuce’s arrival in heaven during Earth year 1985 was an event heavenly beings still talked about. He came kicking and swearing and not wanting to be there. “Get me out of here!” he had repeatedly exhorted those who had come to welcome him. “This was a mistake! My work is not done—millions of people will suffer and die if it is not published! K2, K2…they’ve got to learn about K2!”

That was more than fifteen Earth years ago now, however, and the beauty of morning at the castle quickly dissipated memories of Earth. Deuce pensively sipped his coffee, wondering what would have happened if he had been allowed to work there just a few more years. Even though in heaven all time existed at once, and all knowledge was available to him, that was certainly not the case on Earth. He couldn’t help but wonder what his own role in the K2 unfolding could have been had he remained there a bit longer. He had made K2 almost a household word in heaven, though (in fact, his nickname, Deuce, had been playfully applied to him as a result). The substance was really of little consequence here, however, as these life-forms manufactured all they needed, their energy being derived from a process much like photosynthesis back on Earth. And he had grown to love it here, much like everyone did. A creative universe was constantly at his fingertips, with no stress, no fighting, no anger, no judgment…only kindness, love, and endless opportunity. Who would ever want to leave such beauty and tranquility?

Well, believe it or not, some of the heavenly beings did indeed choose to return to Earth. This strange and almost illogical practice was due to one simple fact: it was a challenge of love. The adverse conditions commonly known to exist on Earth occasionally would motivate one or more of these highly evolved spiritual beings to literally put themselves to the test—that is, to incarnate into a physical body of dense material and lower vibrational frequency, with the intent of being a beneficial presence on that planet and uplifting the spiritual awareness of those with whom they came into contact. The avatars of earthly history—Jesus, Mohammed, Buddha, Krishna, and others—reflected the incarnations of these advanced beings, with overall planetary energy elevation inevitably following their brief sojourn on Earth.

Ever so slowly (Earth time), the planet was indeed moving toward a higher level of spiritual awareness, but the untold suffering that ensued in the process was heart-wrenching to those at a higher plane of existence. Thus, the plight of many earthlings in the meantime was enough to motivate some of the more adventuresome spiritual beings to add their energy to the evolutionary progression there on Earth, in hopes of reducing some of the hallmark anguish that distinguished Earth’s reputation within the cosmos. This was no easy task, however, as the limitations of the human body on Earth all but completely eliminated any recall they might have had of their “heavenly” existence, and lowered their consciousness for the most part to that commonly associated with life there. The desire for a higher consciousness and the innate longing for union with the creative energy of the universe (commonly referred to as God), which was an integral part of all creation, would continue to be present, as that was an essential aspect of life in general. The real challenge, however, was that, aside from the aforementioned evolutionary impulse toward God, all that remained of their higher consciousness would be what was referred to on Earth as intuition, or inner voice, and the occasional but relatively rare moments of awakening from “slumber,” as it were, to receive glimpses of the energy and power flowing through all of life. Earthly conceptions and definitions of this power were usually more of an obstacle that any assistance, and seemed to vary from culture to culture and age to age, extending from such primitive human characterizations of the God energy as jealous, angry, vindictive, and judgmental to an embodiment of the higher human virtues of love, mercy, compassion, wisdom, and creativity. Very few, however, were actually able to rest comfortably in the ultimate mystery of this force and seemed compelled to define it in terms of their limited senses, awareness, and human experiences. Worse yet, a variety of “religious” institutions had emerged, offering solace to select groups of individuals who adhered to their tenets, and guaranteeing safe passage to the “world beyond” to those following their direction. The ensuing exclusivity emerging from these sectarian organizations, regardless of their intended purpose, had further served to segregate and polarize their constituents, often resulting in divisiveness at best, and outright war at worst. Aside from isolated reports from those labeled as “mystics,” suggesting blissful unions with a power best described as “brilliant light” or “the purest form of unconditional love,” or those returning from what were called “near-death experiences,” describing a similar experience of unity, absolute love, and unparalleled joy, most earthly inhabitants were left with precious little motivation to move beyond the prevailing cultural norms of the day. On the bright side, as technology continued to swiftly advance, the planet as a whole was becoming increasingly interconnected, offering the unparalleled opportunity for a quantum global leap in spiritual awareness, if only a suitable catalyst capable of igniting the holographic spark of divinity within each person would appear. Thus, the stage was set for someone with suitable motivation to make an indelible mark on the planet.

Deuce actually was fairly typical of the lower end of the heavenly spectrum. Spiritual advancement seemingly had been largely overlooked in his last incarnation, with his focus primarily falling upon scientific discoveries in the more physical realm. His parents, Karl and Gretchen, had brought some degree of love to his existence, but he had largely failed to nourish it, opting instead to pursue his intellectual curiosities. The boating accident had ended his opportunity on Earth before any of his goals had been fully accomplished, whether intellectual or spiritual. He had, however, as a result of his studies, developed considerable empathy for the citizens of that planet, particularly in light of their inevitable suffering on the physical plane—suffering that he deemed to be largely due to uninformed lifestyle choices, ignorance of basic nutritional needs, and rampant pollution of the planet. Hence, Deuce was definitely frustrated upon his initial transition to the higher heavenly frequency. The dismay of an incarnation that he perceived at that time to have been wasted, weighed heavily upon him initially, and dampened his enthusiasm for his new environment. Inevitably, however, the bliss and peacefulness of the heavenly harmonies soothed his soul and brought about a new wholeness and healing. Now that he had experienced just how remarkable life could be at this higher frequency, he truly reveled in the creative opportunities it afforded him.

Pushing his chair back from the “breakfast” table on the terrace, Deuce’s brief life review had, once again, left him with a cup of cold coffee and some sense of regret. “You know, old boy,” he mumbled, “you really could have done a lot more there. Your poor family…they were such loving people, and you basically just ignored them. And yourself, too, for that matter. All that research—what did it really accomplish? You never even got to finish it! Even if you had, how important would optimal health have been without love in your life? Why can’t you ever get your priorities straight?”

“All that’s for another time,” Deuce characteristically concluded. “This moment is magnificent, and I’m going to enjoy it to the fullest!” With that, he stood up and gazed over the rolling hills of his newly created estate. “Just couldn’t be more beautiful!” he exclaimed as he pondered his schedule for the day. “I do like my idea of a good horseback ride—need to shake loose all that negativity from Earth and move on with my life here!” With that, Deuce closed his eyes, imagined a beautiful black stallion, all saddled up and ready to ride. As he opened them, there it was—a gorgeous, handsome animal, snorting and pawing in the dirt, as if anxious for an opportunity to gallop off through the countryside. Deuce shook his head in amazement, as he still was incredulous at this whole imago process. There was nothing that he could imagine that would not be his in a moment’s time to enjoy. This level of consciousness was such an advancement from the often-fruitless daydreaming process he often engaged in on Earth. It was a real effort to implement those dreams there, but here, not even the sky was the limit; opportunities were boundless, and he loved every moment. And to think…there was never an end to the pleasure unless he chose for it to end—that was the best part!

He remembered countless times on Earth when he had been saddened when something he enjoyed was over—a vacation, a visit with a loved one, an exciting dream, a sporting event, a special relationship, on and on. But here, he called the shots. He created his world, chose when it would change, and what it would become. This was sheer pleasure in its purest form, and it was endless, except at his own discretion. Pure ecstasy! Creativity and joy seemed to multiply exponentially as his own spirit synched with the God consciousness within him.

As he slipped his foot into the stirrup, swinging his right leg over the horse’s back, his heart was flooded with gratitude for the creative force behind all these seemingly limitless experiences. “Eternity!” he screamed with total delight as he nudged the beautiful black stallion beneath him into a gallop. “Let’s ride!” he shouted to his new companion as he bolted forward, effortlessly clearing a three-foot split rail fence, literally thundering through hill and dale with a swiftness that soon had them both breathless. The time was theirs for as long as they chose to enjoy it, and for now…enjoy it they would!