Life after physical death

- 19 - In order to come back to my first experiences, I must delve a little into its details to help my account of it. I am happy to be able to say that my old sense of humour has not left me. I know that my following account will particularly amuse all sceptics and deriders, because they will reject the things that I describe here as humbug. Well, this doesn’t bother me. I am actually pleased about the fact that my booklets will at least impress them in this way. And finally, when their own time for the great transition has come, they will find themselves in the same situation that I am going to tell you about. This is why I say to them with humour: ‘Stick to your opinion, it doesn’t worry me one bit.’ My father, my friend and me went on our way. A very peculiar conclusion puzzled me very much: I was dressed in the same manner I always dressed on Earth and it was impossible for me to comprehend why I had brought my suits with me. This is number one, Mr. Sceptic. My father was also dressed the way he had always dressed in the past. Everything and everyone seemed quite ‘normal’, like on Earth. We went about as per usual and soon had some refreshments. This was followed by the usual, long conversations about shared friends on both sides. I was able to tell them a lot of interesting things about them and they in turn told me lots about old friends and the peculiarities of their life in the hereafter. Something else that caught my eyes was the special colouration of the landscape around us. Just what general impression the specific hues of the English landscape leaves on visitors is difficult to say. One would probably generally describe it as being blue-green. But there were no uncertainties here in regards to this question: The colour of the landscape was undoubtedly a light blue in all its various shades. I am not saying that all the houses, trees, people etc. were blue, but the general impression was without doubt: a blue landscape. I made a remark about this to my father, who actually looked more vital and younger than during his last days on Earth before he died. We almost looked like brothers. I talked about the conspicuously blue colouration of the landscape and he explained to me that my perception was be all means correct. The light here contained a particularly strong blue radiation and this made this place particularly suitable for the stay of souls in need of recuperation, because these blue light vibrations were wonderfully curative. Some of the readers will probably say that this is utter nonsense. I would say this to them: Do you not have specific health resorts on Earth that are exceedingly suitable for healing certain illnesses due to their location? Use your healthy human mind and finally comprehend that the step from the terrestrial to the otherworld world is only a small one. This is why the living conditions of these two regions must be very similar. How could an indifferent human being sudden achieve perfect divinity through dying. Something like this does not exist! Everything is development, advancement and progress. This applies to human beings and also to worlds. The ‘next’ world is only a supplement of your present world. This land was inhabited by a strangely mixed population. There were people from all social classes, races, colours and sizes here. One lived indeed with one another, but everyone kept their own council. Everyone was sufficiently occupied with themselves and absorbed in their own concerns. A doubtful situation on Earth, but a necessity here for the wellbeing of the general public and for each individual. Progress and recuperation would not eventuate without this condition. The result of this general internalisation was undisturbed peace and this was particularly notable because of the complexity of the local population described above. Such a condition would probably be unattainable without this self-contemplation. Everybody was sufficiently occupied with their own situation and therefore hardly aware of the others. I therefore didn’t get to meet all that many. Apart from my father and the one friend, those that had welcomed me had disappeared again. I wasn’t all that sorry about it. This gave me the opportunity to enjoy the beautiful landscape undisturbed. We often met and when we did, we went on extended promenades along the shore. Nothing here remined us of the spas on Earth with their jazz bands and promenades. Everything was quiet,

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