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Brad Steiger の臨死体験 (途中:その1)

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・Brad Steiger(故人)については下の過去記事(*1)で取り上げた。

・その Brad Steiger が少年時代の臨死体験を証言したインタビュー記事から。


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・夢は目覚めの一瞬に作成されたのだ…というよくある説と同様、臨死体験も(脳が正常に機能している時に)ほぼ一瞬に作成されたのだという説がある。

・この事例は臨死体験の記憶が短期間に生成されたものではない事をかなり強く示唆するデータになっている。







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  Brad Steiger : 臨死体験中に幾何学図形から人生の意味や目的を教えられた。 (2020-01-07)

  Brad Steiger の UFO/ET 仮説:多次元的知性体が目撃者のレベルに応じて様々な形で顕現している。 (2020-01-07)

  Brad Steiger の劇的な UFO 目撃談と UFO に対する見解の変化(途中:その2) (2014-04-02)


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Anyone who enjoys reading about the paranormal will likely have heard of US author, Brad Steiger. He is the author of an impressive array of books on UFO’s, hauntings, demons and spirituality. I first came to know his work through his “Shadow World” series of books, and have enjoyed his work ever since. Brad is the author of over 170 books, and has sold over 17 million copes worldwide, since his first release in the 60’s.

Brad had an unusual near death experience as a child, which appears to have opened up his interest to the paranormal world as he grew. It is here that I began our interview.

At the age of 11, it was reported that you underwent a near death experience. Can you describe what happened and how this changed your perception of life after death?

I have a blurred memory of losing my balance, falling off
the farm tractor that I had been driving, and landing in
the path of the implement with whirling blades.

I remember the pain as the machine’s left tire mashed my
upper body and broke my collarbone. And then I no longer
felt any pain as the blades clutched at my head and ripped
at my scalp and skull. I left the body, and I was now
floating many feet above the grisly scene in the field
below.

I recall a fleeting moment of feeling relief when I
perceived that my seven-year-old sister June, who had been
riding with me on the tractor, managed to bring the
machine under control without endangering herself, but I
was becoming more detached about such earthly matters by
the moment.

I had some sense of identification with the mangled Iowa
farm boy that I saw lying bleeding beneath me on the hay
stubble below, but I was growing increasingly aware that
that unfortunate lad was not who I really was. The real me
now seemed to be an orange colored ball that appeared
intent only on moving steadily toward a brilliant light.
At first, because of my religious orientation as an
Evangelical Lutheran, I believed the illumination to be
Jesus or an angel coming to comfort me, but I could
distinguish no distinct forms or shapes within the bright
emanation of light. All I seemed to feel was an urgency to
become one with that magnificent light.

Strangely, though, from time to time my attention seemed
to be divided between moving toward the wondrous light and
descending back toward the hay field.

I opened my eyes, blinked back the blood, and became aware
of my father, shocked, tears streaming down his face,
carrying my body from the field.

And then I discovered a most remarkable thing: I could be
in two places at once. I could exist physically in my
father’s arms as he carried my terribly injured body from
the field; and at the same time, I could be above us,
watching the whole scene as a detached observer.

When I became concerned about my mother’s reaction to the
dreadful accident, I made an even more incredible
discovery: The Real Brad could be anywhere that I wished
to be. My spirit, my soul, was free of the physical
limitations of the human definitions of Time and Space. I
had but to think of my mother, and there I was beside her
as she labored in the kitchen, as yet unaware of my
accident.

It was August 23, 1947, my parents’ anniversary. The
family had been trying to finish work early so that we
could eat at a local restaurant before the double-feature
began at the movie theater. I had certainly given Mom and
Dad a wonderful anniversary present.

And my sister! A seven-year-old girl having to watch her
brother being run over and killed.

Killed. That was when it occurred to me that I was dying.
I had an awful moment of panic. I did not want to die.
I did not want to leave my mother, father, and sister.

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And then the beautiful light was very near to me, and I
perceived a being composed of pure light who projected a
three-dimensional geometric design that somehow instantly
permeated my very essence with the knowledge that
everything would be all right.

The very sight of that geometric design somehow
transmitted to me that there was a pattern to the universe
and a meaning, a Divine Plan, to life.

My panic and my fear left me, and I experienced a blissful
euphoria, an incredible sense of Oneness with All That Is.
I was ready to die and to become one with the light.

But even though I was at peace with what appeared to be
the fast-approaching reality of death, I had
misinterpreted the reason why the intelligence within the
light had shown me the geometric representation of the
Divine Plan. It seems that an integral part of my mission
on Earth was to testify to others about what I had been
shown.

In the August 12, 1973 issue of the National Enquirer, our
family’s former physician, Dr. Cloyce A. Newman, was
interviewed about my near-death experience that had
occurred twenty¬-six years before. Dr. Newman, who was at
that time living in retirement in Homestead, Florida, told
of his shock when my father carried me into his office and
how he had rushed us by car to St. Mary’s Hospital in Des
Moines, about 140 miles away: “He was very seriously
injured and on the verge of death. We managed to get him
to a specialist and it saved his life.”

I was in and out of the body during those 140 miles, and I
did not come back with any serious intention of staying in
that domicile of flesh until the surgery was about to
begin. At that point, it seemed as though some energy was
insisting that I return to participate in the medical
procedure.

Just as the procedure was about to begin, I came back with
such force that I sat up, shouted, and knocked an intern
off-balance. I continued to struggle until the soft voice
of a Roman Catholic sister pacified me long enough for the
anesthesia to take effect.

Although my life force remained in the eleven-year-old
body to cooperate with the surgery, my Real Self left to
spend the next twelve hours in a delightful park in
another dimension, complete with bandstand, ice cream
vendors, and smiling, pleasant people.

About 1982, I was attempting to describe the series of
geometric designs to a number of other men and women who
had undergone near-death experiences. When I found myself
unable to provide a meaningful description of the pattern,
I stated that the designs?so clearly envisioned by me to
this day?appeared to be ineffable, beyond human
description. Two or three of the group stated that they
understood what I was attempting to explain, for they,
too, had been shown some kind of tranquilizing, yet
revelatory, geometric object?and they also found it
impossible to describe it in mere words.

It was not until 1987 when Sherry began to conduct
seminars utilizing in part computer-derived images of
fractal geometry that I saw designs that very closely
approximated what I had been shown during my near-death
experience. Sherry, it seems, had seen such geometric
designs in visionary experiences since she was a child.
The central purpose of her seminar was to demonstrate the
sacredness and the multidimensional oneness of all
creation.

From the perspective of my now 78 years, I can see that
my near-death experience at the age of eleven was a most
fortunate one. Certainly one of the questions that every
thinking man and woman eventually asks is, “Is there life
after physical death?” I was blessed to have that eternal
puzzler answered for me in the affirmative before I
entered my teens.

I was shown through my powerful near-death experience that
there is an essential part of us, perhaps most commonly
referred to as the soul, that does survive physical death.
This knowledge has greatly influenced my attitude toward
life, as well as toward death.
And I am far from alone in having been granted this
emancipating awareness, this life-altering assurance.

How did family and friends react when you told them about your near death experience? Were they sceptical?

My “ministry,” if we may use that word, began in St.
Mary’s Hospital when I was recovering from my accident. I
had already confided to one of the nuns that I had “gone
to Heaven” when I was out of my body. A few nights later,
the nun summoned me to console the parents of a dying baby
girl and share my experience that there was a “heaven,” a
lovely place where there were other children and their
daughter would be waiting for them.

By the time I was eleven, it was pretty well decided by
the elders in my home town that I would be a Lutheran
pastor, so people of all ages took my account seriously.

It was a great disappointment to me that when I began to
write about the paranormal (or “the supernatural” as the
subject was commonly designated in those days) so many of
the men and women who would have likely been my potential
congregants were distressed and disturbed by my departure
from orthodox dogma. It was upsetting to a surprising
number of people that my vision of the after-life is
nondenominational and is open to individuals of all
creeds, colors, and life-paths.



Although I did not enter the seminary, Sherry was at one
time on the staff of the Lutheran School of Theology in
Chicago. After a few years performing traditional
ministerial duties, she left the orthodox pulpit to found
the Butterfly Center for Transformation in Virginia Beach.
The Center hosted leaders from all spiritual/religious
expressions.


ref: Interview with Author and Paranormal Expert, Brad Steiger ? STUDY PARANORMAL - https://studyparanormal.wordpress.com/2014/11/11/interview-with-author-and-paranormal-expert-brad-steiger/



(2020-07-07)
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