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The books by Robert Monroe are interesting to me for a long time. However, only when I started my own work about the future of humanity and the meaning of life, I realized how much in tune our ideas.
And as soon as I read in the “Far Journeys” about some “loosh-love”, I immediately understood what Robert was trying to convey using this term. After all, the book about the meaning of life and radioactive fragrance was written by me in January 2015. And only in February, after two years, I opened up the second time, “Far Journeys”, where found the story of “loosh” that we, in the words of Robert Monroe, are collecting on the Earth. And the part of the meaning of life in my book is devoted to the idea of collecting of radioactive fragrance extracted by Souls from Matter. Of course, I was surprised by the similarity! I was given the information that we are here for the sake of it. We need to immerse the Spirit into Matter, to then raise the Matter to Heaven.
And Robert Monroe got in the course of his travels the same information. And if something is received in different circumstances, independently of each other, it is likely that this is evidence of the veracity of this knowledge. Anyway, you can see this, reading the book of this author. I will quote it here.
But first we must talk a little bit about Robert Monroe.
Robert Allan Monroe spent his childhood in Lexington, Kentucky, “in a normal and happy family”. In the Ohio State University he studied the basics of medicine, commerce, engineering, drama and English. After graduation of the university in 1937 Robert went to work on the radio as a writer-director.
Working in New York, he regularly wrote articles for magazines and Sunday newspapers, led a column of air in the monthly magazine, created several screenplays. On the radio he was the first who began to conduct a daily program with staging of rail travels (Rocky Gordon), which he carried out for several years. After the war, Mr. Monroe formed his own company, which became one of the largest manufacturers of mass radio programs.
And what happened to him, how he started to leave the body.
“Then I looked again. Something was wrong. This wall had no windows, no furniture against it, no doors. It was not a wall in my bedroom. Yet somehow it was familiar. Identification came instantly. It wasn't a wall, it was the ceiling. I was floating against the ceiling, bouncing gently with any movement I made. I rolled in the air, startled, and looked down. There, in the dim light below me, was the bed. There were two figures lying in the bed. To the right was my wife. Beside her was someone else. Both seemed asleep.
This was a strange dream, I thought. I was curious. Whom would I dream to be in bed with my wife? I looked more closely, and the shock was intense. I was the someone on the bed!
My reaction was almost instantaneous. Here I was, there was my body. I was dying, this was death, and I wasn't ready to die. Somehow, the vibrations were killing me. Desperately, like a diver, I swooped down to my body and dove in. I then felt the bed and the covers, and when I opened my eyes, I was looking at the room from the perspective of my bed” (Robert Monroe, “Journeys out of the body ”).
And now here is the epilogue from “Far Journeys”. In it the author surprisingly precisely describes our world.
“ EPILOGUE: END GAME
