Category: Writing

The Afterlife?

My fingers amble across the keyboard as I look up to the green and azure — to the oak and the sky — slowly finding that blended voice between soul and human.

How to edit my future book on a past NDE?

A poetic voice and a comedic voice shake hands whilst the inner intelligence asks, why are there so many different kinds of NDE accounts in the world?

Most Western NDE accounts have visions of angels, light beings, Jesus, and God while most Eastern NDE accounts are more “bureaucratic error” in nature wherein afterlife-beings reveal mixed up human names accounting for the soul’s return back to the Earthly life to be replaced by another human’s soul.

My NDE was neither.

My NDE was unique in that prior to my near-death-experience, I was an initiated meditator…initiated into more Universalist-based Rising Star as well as Kriya Yoga. At least a decade before, spiritual friends at various places told me they saw me appear as transparent/light-bodied.

Now having met (albeit online) with other near-death-experiences, I find most were not prior meditators, and upon hearing other accounts, see that the NDE itself is what launches them towards a spiritual pursuit.

The actual event itself, which I’ll explain in more detail in my book, was a brief soul ascent towards the ceiling (while my physical body lay below) and the recognition that the bliss that I felt as I floated upwards was identical to the meditation bliss that I felt while sitting zazen or, even less apparent, the inner-alertness-meditation while going about my day’s events…singing and playing music, creating jewelry, chatting with friends or listening to uplifting music.

And yes, there were brief premonitions surrounding the NDE that came to fruition, as well as some other more weird random visions about world events that seem to be revealing themselves as true, although at the time with the latter, the event details only were discernable once the actual events unfolded (2016 election results…something I took less seriously, given that I had died and now focused my efforts on healing a broken patella via DIY methods*).

Like most people who’ve asked me about my NDE, I wondered what was so significant about the afterlife…my experience compared to others…and how much personality was attached…and what does this mean for the entire world?

What was most significant the afterlife for me was that there was a meditative bliss and absolute silence. And what was so significant about mine was that I witnessed myself/my soul outside of my own body…I could see thing clearly (albeit if was just the boring bathroom ceiling or my wonderful calico cat who rushed to my human body’s side), as if I were still inside my own body…and…and this is a big AND SO…if I was a soul and no other human could see me, then…logically, at this very moment, there could be other souls floating around that we cannot see…

Due to the fact that I was already a meditator/yogi/healer, there wasn’t much personality attached…my few thoughts were something like, “oh my gosh, I’m actually dying…WOW, there really isn’t that much that I want to go back for…oh, I never imagined that I’d die like this in a bathtub…oh well, it doesn’t really matter…nothing really matters…oh wow, this is an amazing feeling…this is AMAZING!!!” and then “uh, oh…there’s the cat…gotta swim back down there for her…oh, good, I don’t have to die in a bathtub, now…oh good, swimming backwards worked…now in my body…this whole thing is kinda laughable…gotta get help for myself now…”

And what does this mean for the entire world? I don’t know. Here are a few uneducated guesses: 1) You choose your own death. 2) Meditation has great benefits…perhaps allows for an easier transition or recognition of death (a lot of non-meditators don’t realize they’re dead and get frustrated on the other side) 3) It’s  plausible that other beings are watching and guiding you 4) There’s no real death/there’s an afterlife…that an NDE assists a human in recognizing his/her own soul or other passed souls on a sense-level 5) It’s plausible that reincarnation exists. 6) It’s plausible that all little souls are one big soul/Oneness, 7) We are loved 8) Through surrender, self-healing is possible, 9) Life is still about finding equilibrium between the spiritual and material worlds…and yet influencing the rest of the material world towards the spiritual, and 10) The whole idea of “I got away with it!” in life is entirely erroneous…everything’s recorded in the ethers…

In the below link, there’s a great explanation why Western and Eastern NDEs vary…and why mine was the way it was…I’d like to think that had I not come back for the immediacy of the cat, not to mention a more formidable death scenario (perhaps in my sleep, at a ripe old age), that my soul would’ve continued to float upwards toward the galaxy/galaxies and that I’d meet and hug my former pets, my grandparents, teachers and swim the astral beaches, stroll the astral greenery, and from what I once dreamt of as a little girl, bask in the sun’s golden, golden glow.

My soul would trust that all those who’d been left behind would feel I was in a good place and they too would eventually know the same bliss and unconditional love…

Until then…I continue to pursue life areas such as music, goldsmithing, charity, art, sustainability, nature, toxin-free living, and loved ones, not to mention, meditation/yoga/movement…all that I gleefully returned to as I was spontaneous healed in 2016…

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Near-Death Experiences That Predict The End Of The World

xo,
Helen

*weirdly enough I’d “healed myself” and others of many times before of other health situations, such as wearing eyeglasses for over 12 years…

 

P.S. although my NDE isn’t everything in my life (obviously, since this website is about sustainably handcrafting thin gold hoop earrings and creating music and art), you can go here to read what I’ve written about this past situation on this blog…

 

Art Booklet

This Helenbobelen created this art booklet last year…from random various paper slips of artwork already included on this blog where I hand-stitch-organized them, incorporating some of my students’ illustrated gifts by slipping them into book page “pockets”. The cover was left bare with a few random pencil marks (this less-than-pristine booklet was in my bag as I scootered from place to place around town).

Two nights ago, I had this urge to create something so this Helenbobelen’s hand erased the random cover marks and sketched Queen Sophia, my 19-year-old calico rescue who, like her name is noble, gentle, and wise. (This was after Sunday when my friend Margaret met Sophia for the first time and exclaimed, “I’m so honored to have met Sophia!). My intention was to include this booklet in my art gallery and in the interim bring it to class to show my 5 to 9 year olds and slowly inspire them into using watercolor pencils as well as creating more art booklets.

Well, it worked…I showed this booklet to the young’uns…after a dance party (it was Valentine’s Day and they had plenty of candy, so of course I turned up the music to dance out the “squirrellies” before having them hunker down at their art tables.) were very complimentary and focused, and “yes, ma’am”-ing me without my prompting…and creating art that is beyond their chronological ages.

That is God and art for you…

Well, when I get the chance, I’ll photograph and showcase some of them here. But for now, maybe this will inspire you, too…to love art…and maybe just love…

xo,
Helen

Art Booklet: This sketch (of the 19-year-old love of my life) done a couple of nights ago…

 

Past sketches of Sophia and my last year’s students’ artwork…

 

This page is from a class lesson in teaching the children about artwork “detail”…we created hummingbird triptychs of varying degrees of detail…

 

The young’uns tell me again and again when I ask them for tree facts: “We need trees because they give us oxygen…”

 

The young’uns requested a picture of a dog…so God rendered this one in ink (eraser-free)…

 

Hummingbird 84 (the original)

 

Hummingbird 85 and 86 (the original)

 

Yes, another tree!

 

Black cat (eraser-free)

Thank you to my wonderful clients who’ve entrusted my artisan skills…(so much so that they’ve been willing to provide their email address so they can vouch for this Helenbobelen’s thin hoop earring creation skills!…I’m very touched!)

This body is taking a “Helenbobelen.com Shops holiday” although I’ll still be fulfilling existing hoop earring requests at this time and teaching art/music and of course, creating art and music as this is part of my holiday and Life…

The shops will reopen on the 22nd…thank you for your kind words and purchases!

Love,
Helen

 

Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Day!

Before Michael Jackson there was Mahalia Jackson.

And it was Mahalia Jackson’s “His Eye Is On The Sparrow” that preceded Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s famous “I Have A Dream Speech” (click here for the backstory).

I became interested in Mahalia because she reminded me of another soulful African-American church voice from my teenage years…

Unlike Mahalia, I don’t remember her name, but I remember the same stance, the same eyes, the same unforgettable voice as she sang a the small Midwestern town’s Southern Baptist church.

 She was a young, bird-like African-American woman who, like Mahalia, kept my young eye on Life’s bigger picture.

 Much to my dismay — this young woman and the other African-Americans soon left over political reason. But I got just enough of her…her soulful singing of “I’ll Fly Away”.

(Maybe this is why I like birds so much.)

To my hungry ears, God was inside that song.

I didn’t care how much this woman earned for a living, I didn’t care whether or not she wore makeup (she didn’t) or if she was of a certain political bent.

Her voice was church.

Her voice was her soul.

Mahalia Jackson has a similar effect. Their voices somehow undid the images of less-than-positive ways humans treat each other, as at too early of an age I was exposed to the images of what whites did to blacks, what the Japanese did to the Koreans, what the Koreans did to the blacks, and what the whites did to the Koreans (and later learned about the Jews and the Russians…and Italians, Muslims, Hispanics, Native Americans, etc…it was doled out in parts…the Universe probably thought I could only handle so much at one time…). Thankfully, music is a salve. Her voice presents an antidote which is to accept everyone for who they are. When I hear her sing, I can’t help but sway and shake my head…

When I hear their voices, there is no race and no color. And for that I’m grateful for the power of music.

In this dream, truly, music is heaven.

Thank you to Ms. Mahalia Jackson and Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and that young black woman who left such a soulful impression on a young Korean-American girl.

I carry those voices and they carry me.