Life after Life after Life. . .: Edition Two - Softcover

Covell, O. Dexter

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1491807784 ISBN 13: 9781491807781

Publisher: AuthorHouse, 2013

Synopsis

The book you should read before your death! The subject of death is something that most of us would rather not consider, but it is the one major event we all share, with no exceptions. This is so because the death experience has often been portrayed in frightening or painful terms, but it needn't be, and in fact, it is neither. Come along with us as we follow one of my ancestors through his accidental death at a young age, his subsequent trip to Heaven, his time spent in Heaven, and his eventual reincarnation back to life on Earth. You will see that far from being a frightening place, Heaven is a true paradise, and the time spent there is rewarding and educational and totally pleasant - it is a place of never-ending bliss

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Life after Life after Life ...

Edition Two

By O. Dexter Covell

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2013 O. Dexter Covell
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4918-0778-1

Contents

Foreword...................................................................
ix
I – The Transition.........................................................
1
II – Acclimation...........................................................
17
III – The Reunion..........................................................
33
IV – The Council...........................................................
45
V – The Home Group.........................................................
59
VI – The Experiments.......................................................
73
VII – Events...............................................................
89
VIII – Reincarnation.......................................................
99

CHAPTER 1

The Transition

Silas never fully regained consciousness throughoutthe long night after his fall down the elevator shaft that hehad been building at his grain company, except for shortperiods during which he must have been aware only of anoverwhelming amount of severe pain. This pain graduallydissolved into a sense of himself separate from his bodywhich had been laid on the bed in his bedroom. This alteredsense of self included a body that was identical to the oneon the bed except it was thankfully completely free of painand seemed to be floating in an area just under the ceilingof his bedroom where he was enjoying complete peaceand comfort. In fact, it felt to him almost as though God'sfinger had reached down and touched him because he wasexperiencing himself as perfect and free from any physicalpain whatsoever. He was aware of the body stretched outon the bed below him and all that was being said and doneto save his life, yet he felt strangely disassociated fromit, and was unable to communicate with anyone there,not even with his wife, Mary Elizabeth, who sat with himthroughout the night holding his hand. They had alwaysbeen very close and shared every thought, but still she,along with everyone else in the room, regarded Silas asthough the only Silas they knew was right there on the bed.When, early in the morning, the physicians drew the sheetsover his head, he sensed that they had pronounced himdead because he had stopped breathing, and he wantedto cry out that a terrible mistake was being made – hewas only 35, in the prime of his life, too young to die – buthe was unable to make any kind of sound or contactor get their attention in any way. It was maddening, buthe became otherwise preoccupied when the room whichhad been bathed in a soft white light, along with all itsoccupants including his body, began getting darker andgradually faded from his view, and he was reluctantlybeginning to accept the idea that to human sense he hadjust died.

Silas could feel that he was moving toward a nearbyopening into what appeared to him to be some sort of dimlylit tunnel. It was not that he was doing anything on his ownto get there, but rather that some unknown force, whichhe wondered could be the hand of God, was propellinghim in that direction, and even if he had wanted to, heseemed powerless to change his course or speed. He wasmoving steadily toward the tunnel entrance now, and fell toreflecting on the cause of his being there in the first place,berating himself for the impulsiveness that had led to hisdeath, particularly since he realized that trying the newelevator rather than walking down the nearby stairs in thegrain elevator would have saved him only a minute or two atbest. He went on to bring his beloved wife and little childreninto his consciousness, and could barely stand to considerthe consequences of what their lives might be like withouthim, even though he knew they would soon find out he hadleft them well provided for.

Before he could bring himself any additional sorrow, hebecame aware that he had moved into the tunnel entranceand was starting to float along through what seemed to himto be a long circular tunnel that was dimly lit throughoutits length and culminated in a distant, more brightly lit,exit. The tunnel was of sufficient diameter so that he couldeasily stand up in it with room to spare, but he could notstand on anything he could identify as its surface becauseit had no discernible floor, and it appeared to be made inits entirety of some sort of soft flexible material that wasluminous with soft light. He could not resist the urge to tryto feel it, however there was nothing to feel – the walls of thetunnel always seemed just beyond his reach no matter whatcontortions of his body he attempted. Nothing was visiblethrough the distant open exit except that it was bathed in abrighter light compared to the lighting of the tunnel. It wasnot at all claustrophobic and seemed very peaceful to him,yet under other circumstances, it might have caused him tobe apprehensive because it was all in the unknown, exceptthat he had the distinct feeling that God was leading himalong the way.

Any further thoughts that he might have had on thissubject were interrupted by new images that were floodinginto his consciousness. These images, and he could alsosense what had been said at the time, started from the verybeginning of his human life and sequentially traced his lifeand everything of consequence he had done or said, goodor bad, all the way right up to the present – a completehistory of his life that must have been stored in his memory.He was a spectator to a detailed and complete rehearsalof every important event or incident that had taken placein his lifetime – a Life Review that spared him nothing,including those instances where he had acted unkindlyor negatively or done something hurtful, as well as thoselaudable instances where he done the opposite. There wasa smooth flow from image to image, and Silas felt that allof this would be very embarrassing to him if viewed byothers and he hoped that no one else would ever get tosee it. But he was satisfied that on the whole, it could havebeen worse! There were, however, several events that heregretted sincerely and wondered if he would ever have thechance to make amends?

Silas was forced to conclude there could be no doubtnow that insofar as his mortal body was concerned, hewas as dead as he could be, although otherwise he feltquite alive and perfectly at peace with the situation. He stillseemed to have a body, and since he somehow no longer wasdressed in his bedclothes, he was able to carefully checkhis present body up and down, and found that it seemedidentical to the mortal body he had just before death, onlynow it was completely free from pain and every injury, evendown to the broken tooth he had scheduled to be removedthe following week which now felt as good and solid as new,as well as the knee he had injured as a youth playing gameswith his friends which was completely pain free for the firsttime in years.

Silas wondered, "What is this body that I seem to havenow anyway"? If he had left the old body behind, was thisnew one still made up of blood, bones, muscles, a brain, etc,that looked like the old one, or of something else entirely?Could it be new one? Or was it the old body which hadbeen mysteriously healed of all its ailments? He noted thatalthough he could sense all the parts of his body, the entirething seemed to have considerably reduced substance ordensity. And just touching it was a new experience – a touchof the surface of his body turned out to be more like a verygentle caress – so he expanded his examination by tryingto squeeze and probe his muscles with increased vigor, buttry as he might, he still could feel no resulting resistance orsensation. It was almost as though he had a body, but in acertain sense he didn't have a body at all, and it served toillustrate to him the spiritual nature of the body. Either way,it was considerably less dense than he might have expected,and found all this to be very surprising. Could it be that hewas approaching some state of "perfection?"

And then some of the other things he had learned overthe years of his religious studies began to come into hisconsciousness, and he realized that the body he now seemedto have was not material at all, or not even some combinationof materiality and spirituality, but totally and completelyspiritual, just as it must have been when originally createdby the Creator. It was identical in appearance to his oldmaterial body except for one thing – although this bodymight have the same appearance and be composed of allthe elements that characterize a material body, it seemed tohave no density at all! What the ramifications of this mightmean, Silas, untypically for him, had no idea.

At this point, Silas thought it desirable to pause fora moment to clear his thought, and then he went on toreiterate his belief system resulting from years of studyand consideration of the Bible, that God alone created manand that there is only one Creator – that, which for the sakeof convenience, has come to be called by many "God", or"Lord", or "Father", among other names. This Creator, Silashad come to understand, is a unique and ever-present force,being the true source of Soul which includes the Spirit, theMind, and the Form that is the basis for each individualsoul, including the spirit, mind, and form that constituteseach and every being. This individual soul can be said torepresent the complete being, or essence, or reality, orthe "I" of its creation. And then Silas remembered readingin the Bible the statements that what God created waspronounced as "very good" (Gen 1:31), and man became"a living soul" (Gen 2:7). The latter statement quickly ledhim to the conclusion that although his material body hadnot survived the accident, his soul had survived becauseit is eternal, having been created by God. This essence ofman had been expressed by his mind during his time onEarth as a form evidenced as a physical being, and wasnow being expressed by the thought of that same mind ina perfect spiritual form suitable to its new environment.He was conscious now of expressing only a perfect body,totally free of the imperfections that had accumulated in hishuman body over the years, including the injuries causedby the recent accident that had caused his death. Surely, hereasoned, this perfection must, at the very least, be at theheart of what Jesus meant when he commanded us to ""Beye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heavenis perfect"? (Matthew 5:48), and wondered anew if he wascoming close to that state of perfection, or could it be thathe was already there?

Before he could carry this line of reasoning further,he became aware that something else was changing. Heemerged from the tunnel without realizing that he wasdoing so, clothed now in what appeared to him as a whiterobe of some sort of material that he was unfamiliar with.As he looked at it more closely, he realized that it was nota material of any kind at all, but a dense white aura whichfollowed the general form of his body from shoulders toankles and was completely opaque, concealing any gendercharacteristics. He was soon to learn that this sort of robewas "worn" in various colors by one and all in Heaven, andwas referred to as an aurobe, short for "aura robe".

When Silas, ever the engineer, turned around to take agood look at the tunnel because he was interested in thedesign and construction of such a unique conveyance, ithad disappeared and there was no trace of it anywhereto be seen. His attention was immediately directed backto the scene around him that was beyond description andalmost beautiful beyond his comprehension. Could this bethe paradise that Jesus referred to when he said to thethief on the cross next to him, "Today shalt thou be withme in paradise"? (Luke 23:43) He was at first struck by theimpression of colors more vivid than he ever could haveimagined which appeared to him in numerous flowerbedsspaced around the area. Although he had never been knownto have much interest in such things, he had to admit thatit was outstanding, and surely would have astonished hiswife who was regarded as having a "green thumb", but hadnever come even anywhere close to planting a display ofthis magnificence. This, of course, started him thinkingabout her again, and he wanted more than anything else tosomehow let her know he was missing her but was otherwisefine. Since that did not seem possible, he struggled to puther temporarily out of his thoughts in favor of contemplatingwhat was before him.

He was standing in the middle on what appeared tohim to be an endless field of a substance that looked likecarefully mowed green grass. It appeared to extend tothe limits of his vision and he could see there were otherhuge areas planted like this one all around him into the fardistance. But then his attention drifted to the sky overheadthat was unlike any sky he had ever seen or heard about.It gave the impression of infinity, and in fact, he could seeno end to it because it extended down to the horizon whereit looked somehow as though it simply merged with thegreen fields in the far distance. There was no sun shining inthe sky, nor clouds, and yet the sky appeared to glow withsuch a white luminosity that it provided ample illuminationeverywhere with no shadows. In addition to that, there wasno apparent wind or sound or noise whatsoever – it was allperfectly quiet and serene.

Since nothing seemed to be happening, Silas thoughthe might go right over to the nearest bed of flowers tosee in what manner they were being watered since hefigured that could present a difficult problem for someonesince the flower beds were such a great distance apart,and the moment he had the thought that he wanted to bethere – he was there! This was astounding to him, andhe experimented by going instantly to some of the otherflowerbeds with the same results. While at one of them, hepaused to consider the flowers close up. He noticed thatthere wasn't any aroma no matter what the variety, and ifthat was not puzzling enough, oddly, everything appearedto be growing on the surface of the soil rather than in it,and there was no evidence of either their, or the adjacentgrassy areas around them, ever having been watered. Thatpuzzled him, so he headed back to the lawn area he hadstarted from, all with the same ease of travel! This, hethought, was far better than riding a horse or taking oneof the trains he was so fond of, and he had the premonitionthere would probably be other things yet to come that wouldamaze him as well.

In the meantime, although there were scattered groupsof figures in the distance everywhere he looked, he had seenno one else nearby, and began to wonder where everyonecould be. He was aware of some recent statements thatroughly estimated the population of the entire planet wasapproaching one billion, and he had heard also that theaverage life span at the time was somewhat less than 50years. He reached for his ever-present slide rule to come upwith the numbers, but it, of course, was long gone and hewas forced to do the math in his head, which proved doablebut a more difficult matter than he had imagined it wouldbe. If this information was at all accurate, he reasoned itwould mean that an average of 20 million people would dieon Earth each year, or nearly 55,000 each day or 2,300 eachhour! So, in that case, he thought, shouldn't there be a lotmore people milling around here? Were there other areassuch as this beyond his sight or could it be that this Heavenwas the only one, but huge beyond belief?

He looked around again, this time more carefully and inall directions, and could identify only a few dozen figures inthe near and far distance that might be people. The inevitableconclusion had to be that at this level of density of people,the whole area, which Silas later heard described as TheReception Area, was even larger than he at first assumed itto be, and it would have to be, in order to accommodate themany people constantly coming to Heaven. In fact, it had tobe nothing short of enormous, and served to reinforce hisfeelings of the immensity of the whole place.

Silas suddenly realized that all things considered, he wasextremely comfortable, and such a strong feeling of bliss hadsettled over him that he speculated if such a feeling wereto predominate, how could anyone have any apprehensionabout anything at all? But further consideration of thiswas interrupted when he noticed that one of the figures hehad seen in the distance seemed to be approaching in hisgeneral direction. That figure turned out to be a normal-lookingman with a bright yellow aurobe otherwise justlike his. In an instant he was standing before him, and Silassaid, "Hello, I'm Silas Covell". The man answered him bycommunicating what Silas sensed as, "Welcome home Silas,my name is Sol, and I am your Spiritual Guide, and by theway, we do not use surnames here in Heaven."

Silas, to his great surprise, could not detect anycorresponding movement of Sol's mouth or lips when hespoke that could have produced these words, but Sol wenton to tell Silas that he would help him get settled, andwould always be available to him anytime for assistanceand advice for any reason whatsoever. He also apologizedto Silas for having kept him waiting, but explained thathe had trouble determining Silas's exact location becauseSilas had been moving around so much. Sol went on toassure Silas, "I'm glad to see, though, that you seem to havealready discovered our process of locomotion – the mannerin which we move around – and that is just one of the manypleasant surprises that await you in Heaven."

(Continues...)

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Edition details

• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Publication date: 2013
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 1491807784
• ISBN 13: 9781491807781
• Binding: Paperback
• Number of pages: 134