The Hoax of Near-Death Experiences
A tunnel of materialistic consciousness encases the unsuspecting soul,
Life’s grand bowl traps vital light with a ghostly mind’s control.
Chasing wealth, the fruits of toil, in selfish strife,
Ignoring the Divine spark within, seeking purpose in external life.
Like wandering birds, we abandon the comfort of our Nest,
Believing GOD is distant, yet He resides within our chest.
Floating above and outside, NDE tourists on a thrill ride,
In a psychedelic realm, the kingdom of toxic light.
Dream-like illusions swiftly fabricated to deceive,
Promising warmth and peace, while dark forces weave.
Minds hungry for vitality, flatter and charm,
Their true aim to enchant, captivate, and harm.
Comatose body, an open house, tapped by sorcery nation,
Like a driver nearing the fuel pump of a gas station.
Cosmic void, alive with the stolen vigor of the living,
Traveler ensnared by cords—the gifts that keep on giving.
Demons delight at the sight of fresh prey,
Swiftly they plunder vital energies away.
Soulless rulers resurrect vivid, long-lost scenes.
No pause for rest or reflection, —whatever it means.
Hundreds of films in a rapid, flashback surge,
In a realm without air, where images flow at a furious urge.
Manipulating Life’s Chronicle to establish authority and faith,
Rendering viewer ever more subject to a mysterious haze.
Relatives and close friends, it’s said, await the dying,
Yet these guardians are skilled actors, constantly lying.
The reunion is nothing but a meticulously staged fraud,
Pirated light mimics any form, tampering with human thought.
This cruel assembly assures victims everything is fine,
Paving the way for depletion, torment, and decline.
GOD means no harm, radiating LOVE and JOY pure,
Never instigating accidents or sickness, of that be sure.
Bad luck or inattention don’t cause near-death experiences to be,
It’s always a devil in the details, crafting the day’s misery.
Cunning masterminds release souls, posing as Divine,
The misled believe they’re sipping Heavenly Wine.
Mental angels dazzle with false halos and tutorial,
Their brilliance stolen from the traveler’s own spinal aureole.
“Everything will be fine,” they assure with promises of paradise,
Offering redemption for free–sleeping tablets and lies.
The light welcomes, then betrays, Jekyll and Hyde,
Leading to despair, depression, a hellish ride.
Near-death experiences are brief and one-of-a kind,
Leaving no chance to see behind the props of an evil mastermind.
Those who return simplify, demystify, and “know,”
Drawing conclusions about Eternity from a fleeting ‘holy cow’.
At true death, without Dissolution or Paradise Mission,
“Liberated” butterflies drift into a comatose condition.
Astral jacket, heavy with multiple personality disease,
A mental balloon driven by a column of Hot Breeze.
While humans gain Support from inner Sources,
Discarnate shadows ride hollow horses.
Luminous body, mortal, destined to dissolve and decay,
Like a cut flower wilting—a natural price to pay.
Grim realms below, celestial heights above—peak season for illusion,
Spawned by outward focus and the turmoil of ego confusion.
Heaven isn’t reached through foolish astral travel,
The Real remains subtle-most, beyond the “higher” level.
As close as a heartbeat, never remote or far away,
In the innermost Heart we must dwell, serve, and humbly pray.
True Angels, ever vigilant, stand guard unseen,
Beyond shallow beauty, Their Presence serene.
Subtle and discreet, avoiding human eyes,
Thwarting dark Hollywood plots and their lies.
In the spirit realm, where evil forces roam,
Loving Heroes protect, ensuring safety back home.
Only a Divine Body endures, beyond time’s door,
Rare paths lead few to the Christmas Shore:
A Sacred Spring gushing Bliss like no tomorrow,
Transforming from within, good-bye to worldly sorrow.
Kingdom of God, Holy of Holies, True Self, and High Five,
Divine Beingness—the prize for a meaningful, selfless life.