The Twelfth Insight - James Redfield [79]
Yet he was sure the child was the best part of his destiny. He had known from the first moment he had seen his wife that they would marry and have a child, and the child would go on to accomplish many things. He also knew he was supposed to have given his daughter many lessons during her life. How, he wondered, could he do that now. I looked at Rachel.
“He will soon find out how he can help her,” she said with twinkling eyes. “Won’t he?”
Suddenly, the man jumped to his feet and began looking around wildly.
“What’s he doing now?” I asked.
“He knows,” she replied, “that there is something unresolved with his father. And he can’t find him.”
The soldier began to fade until we could barely see him.
“What’s happening?” I asked. “Where is he going?”
She looked at me with concern. “You may not want to go there.”
“Why?”
“It’s not pretty.”
Old memories of my experiences with the Afterlife when studying the Prophecy and the Tenth Insight came back to me.
“You’re talking about Hell, aren’t you?”
She shook her head. “Not in the way most people understand it. It’s more like lostness, or being so psychologically repressed you put yourself in a self-imposed limbo.”
I decided I wanted to attempt to tune in, and what followed was a journey into coldness and low energy where the man found his father. The father had been a career military officer all his life, with no model for spirituality at all. He had had his chances, as many devout and conscious friends had synchronistically come into his life. Yet he had pushed their messages out of his mind.
After death, his anxiety was so great, he had built an imaginary world around himself of the same unquestioning materialism, with dreamed-up enemies and wars and conquests, all reflecting the exact way he’d experienced such things on Earth. I became aware of the driving force behind this delusion: the Cycle of Revenge. He had kept himself asleep with an overriding hate and desire to pay back those who had killed his friends. And it never ended. He would inflict casualties, and then his enemies would retaliate, then he would seek revenge again, feeling the satisfaction of hurting those who had hurt him.
But as before, I could see many deceased loved ones surrounding the father, seeking to merge minds with him, visualizing that he would be lifted up into his own Connection and awakening. But the father remained steadfast, even though the lack of light was creating an unconscious torment inside him. Finally, the darkness was too much for me, and I looked over at Rachel again, breaking the Connection with the soldier. Taking a breath, I sucked in the warm Agape and appreciated it even more.
“Does anyone ever get out of that place?” I asked Rachel.
“Oh, yes. Everyone has a latent sense that there’s something more. The problem is that people who are in fear and ideology bring those same obsessions with them to the Afterlife. That’s why it is so important that we stay aligned and help others on Earth to wake up.”
She shook her head. “The hardest to reach are those who hold on too tight to various doctrines about spirituality. They think they already know the truth intellectually and forget they have to feel the love and open their consciousness to get to Divine Connection.”
“Come on,” she said. “There’s something more that is known over here.”
She led me farther down the slope toward the east, and we came to a flatter area of the mountain, where another group of luminous people stood together focusing on one individual, a woman. She was slightly out of focus.
Rachel smiled as I concentrated on the woman and tuned in automatically, attempting to hear what was going on. Eventually, I began to understand. The person fading was in the process of being born into the