Niyamas: The 4,000 Year-Old Warrior Secret

[Daisy Pricilla]

Once we were strapped into the transporter by a fifth Numerologist.com Review person - perhaps an angel - I recognised I could adjust my seating position slightly, but I was nowhere near comfortable. My knees were locked awkwardly and, whilst there wasn't the presence of disabling fear, I did experience a calm dread. Once seated and restrained in our seats we were all given a 'green dream' intravenously. Perhaps the worst memory of all was knowing death was being counted down from about 30 seconds away.

The transition into death was not painful. The transition was the transport. Without noticing the transporter even start - like it was just simply travelling at what seemed like light speed already - there was a large type of liquid electronic display LED clocking up the years. We were taken in what seemed like several seconds into a future thousands of years from now. I cannot recall the exact year. My initial impression of the place I knew was Hell, was pretty unremarkable. It was a place like Earth in many respects; suburban, yet purposeless.

The purposelessness of this place I was in struck me. Groups gathered on the land as if it were an eternal picnic. There was no sun there, but the darkness wasn't so dark that you couldn't visibly see. Seeing seemed superfluous, though, because communication occurred between all the beings by thought. Everything you thought could be discerned by others, but it seemed that some of the beings had so locked out their thoughts - like they had none, or they had total discipline over them.

It was a sad place from a marriage viewpoint. Perhaps being there with knowledge of a partner's presence meant nothing. There was no love there, no feeling for the significance of memories, and no place for any sense of connectedness. There was no sense of connectedness. The most significant event occurred when a being from a group lower down in the valley from where I was sitting threw me up a microphone and stand. I was being commanded to sing by this being who was more a master of Hell than I was. I was exposed at once, for I had been thinking how good a singer I was.

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