Hello everyone and welcome to Summer. This discussion Part has been a while in coming. We did have comments to the previous Part 15, so I urge you to take a look – Mario tells of some of his experiences.

In the book, the next few Chapters (from 19, page 140) introduce a metaphor of an Apple-Orange to discuss the journey that we take through birth, physical life, physical death, through the Core of our Being into the Spiritual realm and back again, on a continual cycle of evolution. I think that this is such a good example, I would prefer that you take the time to get hold of the book and read it for yourselves.

We have covered most of the concepts here already, but the book is so well written, I don’t want to try to paraphrase it and I’m sure that you will gain so much from reading it.

In summary though – we visit the Spiritual Realm to remember and KNOW who we are and we come to the Physical Realm to EXPERIENCE what we know. We don’t have to die to make this happen, but dying is our sure-fired gift to get us there. However far we move away from who we really are, dying will bring us back.

In amongst the discussion in the book, we come across more Remembrances:

The Ninth Remembrance
It is the desire of All That Is to Know Itself in Its Own Experience. This is the reason for all of Life.

The Tenth Remembrance
Life is eternal.

The Eleventh Remembrance
The timing and circumstances of death are always perfect.

If you have seen the “Conversations with God” movie, you will remember the part when the distressed women, enters the bookshop where Neale is in discussion with a group of people. She asks him to explain why God allowed her son to die before she could meet her promise to him – this story is presented at page 174 and includes a beautiful poem written by the women.

This story leads us to the next remembrance …
The Twelfth Remembrance
The death of every person always serves the agenda of every other person who is aware of it. That is why they are aware of it. Therefore, no death (and no life) is ever “wasted”. No one ever dies “in vain.”

These 4 remembrances sum up how life works. Life is Eternal – that is, it exists in a “Timelessness” that never begins and never ends. This is not the same as something that goes on for a “long-time”. Eternity is not a “long-time”, it is timeless. When Life takes on a Physical form, it enters the realm of time and duality, or relativity. In this realm, we can experience our Self, in Relation to others, we can Inter-Act with other parts of Life. We Experience a part of Who We Are. Simply “Knowing” who we are is a limited-awareness that becomes solidified through experience. This creates a never ending evolutionary process driven and guided by Consciousness. This is the constant framework in which we Choose How to express and experience our own Individuation of this one thing – Life, or God.

Guided by our higher-self or our connection to the source, we come to be born at the appropriate “time and place” and “later” die again, at the appropriate time, place, and circumstance. The timing of both events is brought about by the “drive” of both the Individuation and that of the human Group Consciousness for the benefit and growth of both.

At the Group level, we all become aware of the birth and death of all human experience. However, at the individuation level, we may be aware of very few birth and death events and their impact on those people that take part. You don’t need to be directly part of an event in order to gain some experience from it. We have all been invited to a friends party and met someone that we didn’t know before. We chat and either straight away, or by strange coincidence, they begin to tell us of another friend whose mother just died of cancer, or whose sister just had a baby, or whose brother was just killed in Afghanistan. There seems to be no reason for this discussion but you exchange stories and feel the experience, even at this remote and distant level. You separate and move on with your individual lives, but now you have both changed a little. The death of the brother that you never knew has started something stirring inside you. It will change the direction of your life forever.

Each of these events ripples out to touch hundreds or thousands of lives and no one can know the impact that results. The greater the event, the more people that are effected.

I personally have a constant stream of impossible coincidences. For example, last night I had one and was wondering what the significance was. There appeared to be none, other than the “coincidence” itself, until I came to revisit my copy of “Home with God” ready to write this next story.

I live in Vancouver, BC, Canada. I moved here 5 years ago from Britain. I was a member of a motorcycle club and we would gather as a group and go on long rides, just for the sake of riding. Being “One” with the bike and the road and allowing the flow to take you in whatever direction it chooses, is a great feeling. Anyway, there was about a dozen of us in the original group. We met every week but didn’t really “know” each other, we would just ride and talk about bikes. Last night, I was trying to have a round of “pitch and put” golf, but when we arrived at the course, it was swarming with children and parents and trainers. These 5 and 6 year old kids were amazing. They played as if they knew exactly what was “supposed” to happen and no matter how strangely they swung their over-sized clubs, the ball would fly straight down the fairway and onto the green, something that our adult leverage and muscles couldn’t achieve with any consistency. It was a joy to see, but the 1.5 hour line-up meant that it wouldn’t be worth staying to try to play our own game.

When this kind of thing happens, I try to look for the benefit. What will appear next that meant I had to leave early. Well, nothing seemed to appear, but I was back at home early and my wife and I went out for a walk. We went in a direction and route that we would not normally take and we were enjoying being by the water front when I spotted a couple sitting on a bench looking out across the water. I thought “I know these people, but it is out of context, they shouldn’t be here”. It was like a flash-back. I stopped to say hello. We recognized each other but we still had to remind ourselves of names (we are getting quite old). They are on a group trip flying into Calgary, travelling over the Rockies, down to Vancouver and then flying back to the UK. And, here they are sitting on a bench just a few minutes walk from our condo (we haven’t had any contact for over 5 years).

The discussion soon turned to members of the old group and what they are up to. A few had died from cancer and other ailments but as is the way, some had been involved in bike accidents. One in particular had been “persuaded” by a couple of friends to take a different route home in order to ride together. During the ride, the leader overtakes a truck and the next rider pulls out to follow suite and runs into an on-coming van. By the time the ambulance arrives, the friend is pronounced died. When the ambulance man asks what the died mans name is and where he lives, the answer is typical – he’s Goaty Mike and lives in Coventry (this isn’t the actual name and place, but you get the idea. This is the Mike that has the goaty beard, not the Mike that wears the farmer-John leathers). These are friends with a common love – riding. They don’t get into each other lives and stories.

Just to show that for every coincidence that you experience with another person, that person is also in the experience. So, what was his story? Well, my friend had talked to this chap back at the club meeting just minutes earlier. He gives out the newsletters. The newsletter has the guys name and address on it and this was found in his pocket.

This experience still just seemed to be a coincidence “looking” for a “reason”, and may be that is all they are. However, I’ve seen so many and in the time I’ve been in Vancouver they have just become daily events. Anyway, when I go to sleep last night and when I wake-up this morning, I ask “my-Self” if there is anymore to the story. Am I supposed to have told my visitor friend something specific or given him something? I don’t know yet what the link is.

Now I’m thinking about what to write in this next Part of my “Home with God” review. I look back to where I was for Part 15 and note that I had skipped the story of Helen and Billy (as mentioned above) as I thought I was familiar with it – well, it is in my brain somewhere. Now I’m looking at Chapter 23 where it begins with the reminder that “the circumstances of every death is always perfect.” Neale doesn’t just accept what he is “told”, he questions that “Billy came here to experience being frustrated all of his life and then having to die in a motorcycle accident just to finally meet his mother? Come on!”

This is also where the Twelfth Remembrance is introduced.

I hadn’t remembered or thought about the method of Billy’s death, but it jumped out at me when I was helped to Re-Member it.

I haven’t bought a motorcycle while I’ve been in Vancouver, but I often think about the feeling of freedom and oneness with nature that you get from just riding and going with the flow. Why my old biker friend turned up here and how we managed to Coincide is not clear to me yet. Why this also tied up to the location in Home with God that I am writing about, I also don’t know. I wouldn’t normally write about my signs and pointers, so why I choose to write about this one here, I don’t know – Do You?

If I told you about the list of signs and pointers I have experienced while creating a board-game that I’m now testing with friends, you wouldn’t believe me. The Board is a Magick board design incorporating numbers and geometry, as well as words and symbols from some of the ancient wisdom teachings. The game is called Secret-Life “The Awareness Game” and naturally raises your conscious awareness while playing it. I hope to make it available to people, and together we will be able to explore the meanings locked inside, as we are currently doing with our “real” lives.

Ride in the Flow
John Eyre