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In Realms Beyond
Book One of the Peter Project

By Al Miner and Lama Sing

 
Paraview Press 2001
ISBN: 1-931044-29-5
Metaphysics, 192 pages
Trade Paperback, $14.95

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Chapter 1: It Begins

 

The room is simply decorated, the walls lined with plain shelves topped with a plant or statue and neatly filled to capacity with books. Music is softly playing in the background. The only light comes from a few candles placed about here and there. Aside from two desks and computers, the only other furnishings are the two recliners, arranged side by side. Fifty-five year old Al Miner is outstretched in the larger of these. Susan, his love and constant companion, is bending over him, tucking in a light blanket. Strands of her hair catch the light from the flickering candles.

Moving to her own recliner, she leans back and watches for signs from him that would indicate to her that he is ready. After he makes a few final adjustments, a tug at the blanket in an area that is a bit too binding, slight movements of the head and neck to find the most comfortable position, another subtle shift here or there, he opens his eyes and looks over at her.

They offer their silent greeting of love to one another—each one bringing a hand to heart, to lips, and then a simple gesture to the other—and Al looks forward and his eyes close again.

Next to Susan, a set of shelves contains the recording equipment. She reaches over to start the recording, and lowers the volume of the gentle background music. With his eyes remaining closed, Al begins in his usual way—with a prayer. 

“This is January 31, 1990. Lord God, we are asking that we be guided to the very highest and best information possible that would contribute to our knowledge in rediscovering our true nature, giving our profound thanks as we do. Amen.”

As Al finishes this opening prayer, Susan reaches over to the equipment again and increases the volume. She leans back and waits. The moments pass. Glancing over, she watches until she can see his breathing change. It is a subtle shift, one that could be missed by someone not as connected to this gentle man, but for her, the signs are unmistakable. One or two deep breaths from him, his lips part, and she quickly takes her cue to turn off the music.

As many times as she has heard this deep, rich voice entering the room, she still experiences a swirling in the pit of her stomach. For as the words begin, she knows the man who is her one true love is no longer present. In his place, having borrowed his body through mutual agreement, is the one now speaking, who has come to be called Lama Sing. Yet, along with apprehension, is the excitement she can barely contain at being in contact with this one from “beyond” who comes, each time bearing a gift of profound wisdom and love. With anticipation of the insights and knowledge that will be offered, she leans back once again, closes her eyes, and prepares to hear the familiar words with which Lama Sing always begins:

“Yes, we have the Channel then, and as well, the intents and purposes as requested just above.”

With those words, and the prayer that always follows, Susan knows that Al has begun his journey into the non-finite. As her own state of consciousness changes, she can begin to make out some of the details of the journey Al has just begun, while his body remains behind in service to the work that is about to be given.

As Al leaves his physical body, he moves into a gently undulating cloud of shimmering pastels, and the barely visible images of five or six individuals, begin to take form before him. Against the brilliance of the light coming from the opening of a great luminous tunnel, is Lama Sing, seated, looking down into the tunnel. As if some hole through time and space has opened up, Lama Sing can see the form of Al Miner, the Channel, whose lips are moving to the words being spoken.

“As we commence with this work, let us first join together in this joyful affirmation. In the spirit of Thy presence, Lord God, do we claim that which is ours, given to us through Thy grace as Thy children. So then do we offer these works as a light to others, as that path of light which is called the Return to Oneness. And so too do we offer this to all those in all realms who are presently in some need, and for whom there are none in joyful prayer. Unto them, let this be a lamp to guide their footsteps out of the illusion of darkness. We have asked this of Thee in the knowledge that so as we do, Thou hast heard and answered. So let it be written.”

Far below the cloud-like mist that sits suspended, as a floating oasis in the starry sky, the tunnel stretches down to Earth, enveloping the Channel. Towards a distant light that has begun to grow, he begins his movement, picking up speed, racing faster and faster, until suddenly the light bursts wide open.

What the Channel experiences from this point forward, is different from anything he has experienced in a quarter of a century, and more than eight-thousand such channeled journeys. For this time, instead of going some place now familiar to him, to be with any number of luminous beings, the Channel finds himself on a new course.

He is inside the brilliant light for a moment, and then there is another burst of light that begins to dissolve into a swirling mist. The mist parts to reveal a large, old but well-maintained, red-bricked three-story building surrounded by an expansive, manicured lawn. Suddenly, he realizes that, rather than his usual journey, he has returned to Earth, though he is still in his altered state.

He allows his movement to continue up to the building, passing easily through its walls directly onto the third floor. Starting down the hall and around a corner, he passes a small waiting room to the right. Around another corner and he passes a nurses’ station. Continuing on, he comes to a stop directly in front of a glass room. Another nurse is holding the door to this room open, as a woman emerges from the room and files past her. He can easily see beyond her, into the dim dreariness, to the single bed within.

Beneath the covers of the bed, connected to the monitoring equipment of an intensive care unit, is the form of a man. His head is slightly propped up. Seated at the bedside is another man appearing to be in his late fifties, wearing baggy pants, and a heavy-knit, large-collared cardigan with oversized buttons. Over the sweater is his prayer shawl, and atop his head sits his yarmulke.

The Channel once again moves easily through the walls, and now stands within the hospital room, witnessing the events as they unfold.

Barely able to make his words heard, the man in the bed speaks. “We’ve had such good times, haven’t we, Abe.”

“We really have, Pete.” Swallowing hard, Abe looks down, unable to contain his grief, “We really have.”

The door opens, and an attractive, well-groomed middle-aged woman enters.

“Could I join you?” Moving to the side of the bed Stephanie looks deep into Abe’s eyes, for just a moment, and squeezes his hand, whispering, “I’m so glad you’re here for him, Abe.”

Peter becomes radiant as he looks at his wife. The love in the room can suddenly be felt by all three, and catches Stephanie off-guard. She sucks in a deep breath, her hand coming to her stomach, as if doing so can steady the impact of what she has just felt.
So profound is this display of love between his dear friend and wife, that Abe feels awkward at being present. Stepping away from the chair, and motioning to Stephanie for her to take his seat, he stammers, “I—I need to leave you two alone.”

Peter weakly reaches out, trying to grasp Abe’s arm. “No, please, Abe. Stay.” And looking at his wife, he asks, “You don’t mind, do you, dear? I have some things to say that I want you both to hear.”

Her smile is all Peter, or Abe, needs for an answer, so Abe slowly pulls a second chair up to Peter’s bedside, as Stephanie takes Peter’s hand.

“Stephanie,” begins Peter, “Abe has things that I know he will try to explain to you in the days ahead. They are important to me, so I am asking you to hear him out and…”

Before Peter can continue, Stephanie leans over and places her fingertips gently against his lips, then turns to Abe. “Abe, next to my love for Peter and our children, comes my love for you and your family. You know I’ll listen to anything you have to share with me.”

Abe looks down, deeply touched by this expression of trust and friendship. Stephanie turns back to Peter, who is obviously struggling with his pain, and takes his hand again. “You look tired. Do you think you should get a bit of rest?”

“I feel okay right now, and I need to say these things. Stephanie,” and Peter pauses as tears begin to stream down his cheeks, “you know I’ll always love you. I want you to know that what I feel for you has grown over the years, way beyond the things we’ve shared materially and physically and all the rest. It’s like it glows in me, like a sort of light that I know will never go out. Am I making sense to you?”

Choking back her tears, she smiles and nods.

“What I’m trying to say is, as crazy as it may sound, I just know it’ll last beyond all this. And, I don’t understand how it works, but I know we’ll meet again, somehow, in another time. Whenever you feel ready, if it’s something you would like to do, Abe will explain some of the thoughts he and I have discussed about this life and the next. But I guess what I want to say most of all here, is that I love you so very much—enough to want you to be free.” Looking into her eyes for reassurance and understanding, “I hope you can love me in that same way.”

Stephanie does not speak. She is simply looking at Peter in a way that suddenly seems familiar to him, but the familiarity is not just from this life. It seems to reach far beyond. In that moment, there is a collage of scenes that Peter sees superimposing again and again and again over her loving, gentle smile and the radiance beaming from her eyes, which Peter knows is directly connected to her heart.

“I’ve seen that smile and that light before,” Peter thinks, and begins to move in and out of consciousness as he explores, through time and space, the bond he has shared with his wonderful wife sitting now at his side.

Returning to consciousness, Peter slowly turns his gaze to Abe, who is looking at him with a loving warmth similar to Stephanie’s. In a moment, the same feeling washes over him that he had just experienced with Stephanie. His thoughts continue, “I have known this friendship before, too. Somewhere, I have known this man as a brother, or as a friend, or perhaps other ways,” and again Peter becomes lost in the vastness of these thoughts.

Through all of this, Stephanie has been gazing lovingly at Peter. Then she rises and leans over him, placing her cheek against his, and embraces him as best she can, with all of her being.

Her lips next to Peter’s ear, she whispers slowly, lovingly, “Oh Peter, my love. I have lived a lifetime with you greater than I ever hoped or dreamed. Because of the wonder we’ve shared, I know that to love, to truly love, is to be able to release it. Not to capture it and hold it within, but to let it fly free, knowing that as it soars, that love is born again.

“I set you free, Peter,” she cannot see that Peter is fading in and out of consciousness, as she continues, “because I know that your freedom is my freedom, your joy is my joy. I know our love connects us, and that we can share these things not only in this moment called life, but throughout eternity.”

Peter’s eyes are closed, but a tiny smile stirs across his face, as her final words to him are, “I love you, Peter.”

Kissing him gently, she lifts herself up to look at her husband and speaks softly to Abe, “He is in a wonderful state of peace right now, and he has asked me to not be here when the time comes. So, I’ll give these last moments with him to you, Abe, because Peter and I know we will never truly be apart.”

She kisses Peter one more time, and as he regains consciousness somewhat, looks into his eyes, as though to connect with something she sees deep within them. Squeezing his hand, she then rises, as Abe stands too, in respect. She turns and moves slowly towards the door, not looking back, but continuing to walk until she is out of Peter’s sight.

There is silence in the room except for Peter’s deep breathing, the irregular breathing of one whose body is giving way. Abe fidgets uncomfortably, looking down at his hands, and then slides into the other chair closest to Peter, re-grasping Peter’s hand.
As Peter’s pain becomes so great that he retreats into the blackness, Al Miner, the Channel, follows, and Peter begins his journey beyond the portal called death.

*

The words you are about to read were given by one who is called Lama Sing, through Al Miner, the Channel. It is the story of Peter’s incredible journey after he died.


Copyright 2001 Al Miner and Lama Sing

 
 

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About the book and author

 

In Realms Beyond:
Book One of the Peter Project

By Al Miner and Lama Sing
 

Paraview Press 2001
ISBN: 1-931044-29-5
Metaphysics, 192 pages
Trade Paperback, $14.95

Order Now

 
Excerpt
 

Chapter 1: It Begins

 

The room is simply decorated, the walls lined with plain shelves topped with a plant or statue and neatly filled to capacity with books. Music is softly playing in the background. The only light comes from a few candles placed about here and there. Aside from two desks and computers, the only other furnishings are the two recliners, arranged side by side. Fifty-five year old Al Miner is outstretched in the larger of these. Susan, his love and constant companion, is bending over him, tucking in a light blanket. Strands of her hair catch the light from the flickering candles.

Moving to her own recliner, she leans back and watches for signs from him that would indicate to her that he is ready. After he makes a few final adjustments, a tug at the blanket in an area that is a bit too binding, slight movements of the head and neck to find the most comfortable position, another subtle shift here or there, he opens his eyes and looks over at her.

They offer their silent greeting of love to one another—each one bringing a hand to heart, to lips, and then a simple gesture to the other—and Al looks forward and his eyes close again.

Next to Susan, a set of shelves contains the recording equipment. She reaches over to start the recording, and lowers the volume of the gentle background music. With his eyes remaining closed, Al begins in his usual way—with a prayer. 

“This is January 31, 1990. Lord God, we are asking that we be guided to the very highest and best information possible that would contribute to our knowledge in rediscovering our true nature, giving our profound thanks as we do. Amen.”

As Al finishes this opening prayer, Susan reaches over to the equipment again and increases the volume. She leans back and waits. The moments pass. Glancing over, she watches until she can see his breathing change. It is a subtle shift, one that could be missed by someone not as connected to this gentle man, but for her, the signs are unmistakable. One or two deep breaths from him, his lips part, and she quickly takes her cue to turn off the music.

As many times as she has heard this deep, rich voice entering the room, she still experiences a swirling in the pit of her stomach. For as the words begin, she knows the man who is her one true love is no longer present. In his place, having borrowed his body through mutual agreement, is the one now speaking, who has come to be called Lama Sing. Yet, along with apprehension, is the excitement she can barely contain at being in contact with this one from “beyond” who comes, each time bearing a gift of profound wisdom and love. With anticipation of the insights and knowledge that will be offered, she leans back once again, closes her eyes, and prepares to hear the familiar words with which Lama Sing always begins:

“Yes, we have the Channel then, and as well, the intents and purposes as requested just above.”

With those words, and the prayer that always follows, Susan knows that Al has begun his journey into the non-finite. As her own state of consciousness changes, she can begin to make out some of the details of the journey Al has just begun, while his body remains behind in service to the work that is about to be given.

As Al leaves his physical body, he moves into a gently undulating cloud of shimmering pastels, and the barely visible images of five or six individuals, begin to take form before him. Against the brilliance of the light coming from the opening of a great luminous tunnel, is Lama Sing, seated, looking down into the tunnel. As if some hole through time and space has opened up, Lama Sing can see the form of Al Miner, the Channel, whose lips are moving to the words being spoken.

“As we commence with this work, let us first join together in this joyful affirmation. In the spirit of Thy presence, Lord God, do we claim that which is ours, given to us through Thy grace as Thy children. So then do we offer these works as a light to others, as that path of light which is called the Return to Oneness. And so too do we offer this to all those in all realms who are presently in some need, and for whom there are none in joyful prayer. Unto them, let this be a lamp to guide their footsteps out of the illusion of darkness. We have asked this of Thee in the knowledge that so as we do, Thou hast heard and answered. So let it be written.”

Far below the cloud-like mist that sits suspended, as a floating oasis in the starry sky, the tunnel stretches down to Earth, enveloping the Channel. Towards a distant light that has begun to grow, he begins his movement, picking up speed, racing faster and faster, until suddenly the light bursts wide open.

What the Channel experiences from this point forward, is different from anything he has experienced in a quarter of a century, and more than eight-thousand such channeled journeys. For this time, instead of going some place now familiar to him, to be with any number of luminous beings, the Channel finds himself on a new course.

He is inside the brilliant light for a moment, and then there is another burst of light that begins to dissolve into a swirling mist. The mist parts to reveal a large, old but well-maintained, red-bricked three-story building surrounded by an expansive, manicured lawn. Suddenly, he realizes that, rather than his usual journey, he has returned to Earth, though he is still in his altered state.

He allows his movement to continue up to the building, passing easily through its walls directly onto the third floor. Starting down the hall and around a corner, he passes a small waiting room to the right. Around another corner and he passes a nurses’ station. Continuing on, he comes to a stop directly in front of a glass room. Another nurse is holding the door to this room open, as a woman emerges from the room and files past her. He can easily see beyond her, into the dim dreariness, to the single bed within.

Beneath the covers of the bed, connected to the monitoring equipment of an intensive care unit, is the form of a man. His head is slightly propped up. Seated at the bedside is another man appearing to be in his late fifties, wearing baggy pants, and a heavy-knit, large-collared cardigan with oversized buttons. Over the sweater is his prayer shawl, and atop his head sits his yarmulke.

The Channel once again moves easily through the walls, and now stands within the hospital room, witnessing the events as they unfold.

Barely able to make his words heard, the man in the bed speaks. “We’ve had such good times, haven’t we, Abe.”

“We really have, Pete.” Swallowing hard, Abe looks down, unable to contain his grief, “We really have.”

The door opens, and an attractive, well-groomed middle-aged woman enters.

“Could I join you?” Moving to the side of the bed Stephanie looks deep into Abe’s eyes, for just a moment, and squeezes his hand, whispering, “I’m so glad you’re here for him, Abe.”

Peter becomes radiant as he looks at his wife. The love in the room can suddenly be felt by all three, and catches Stephanie off-guard. She sucks in a deep breath, her hand coming to her stomach, as if doing so can steady the impact of what she has just felt.
So profound is this display of love between his dear friend and wife, that Abe feels awkward at being present. Stepping away from the chair, and motioning to Stephanie for her to take his seat, he stammers, “I—I need to leave you two alone.”

Peter weakly reaches out, trying to grasp Abe’s arm. “No, please, Abe. Stay.” And looking at his wife, he asks, “You don’t mind, do you, dear? I have some things to say that I want you both to hear.”

Her smile is all Peter, or Abe, needs for an answer, so Abe slowly pulls a second chair up to Peter’s bedside, as Stephanie takes Peter’s hand.

“Stephanie,” begins Peter, “Abe has things that I know he will try to explain to you in the days ahead. They are important to me, so I am asking you to hear him out and…”

Before Peter can continue, Stephanie leans over and places her fingertips gently against his lips, then turns to Abe. “Abe, next to my love for Peter and our children, comes my love for you and your family. You know I’ll listen to anything you have to share with me.”

Abe looks down, deeply touched by this expression of trust and friendship. Stephanie turns back to Peter, who is obviously struggling with his pain, and takes his hand again. “You look tired. Do you think you should get a bit of rest?”

“I feel okay right now, and I need to say these things. Stephanie,” and Peter pauses as tears begin to stream down his cheeks, “you know I’ll always love you. I want you to know that what I feel for you has grown over the years, way beyond the things we’ve shared materially and physically and all the rest. It’s like it glows in me, like a sort of light that I know will never go out. Am I making sense to you?”

Choking back her tears, she smiles and nods.

“What I’m trying to say is, as crazy as it may sound, I just know it’ll last beyond all this. And, I don’t understand how it works, but I know we’ll meet again, somehow, in another time. Whenever you feel ready, if it’s something you would like to do, Abe will explain some of the thoughts he and I have discussed about this life and the next. But I guess what I want to say most of all here, is that I love you so very much—enough to want you to be free.” Looking into her eyes for reassurance and understanding, “I hope you can love me in that same way.”

Stephanie does not speak. She is simply looking at Peter in a way that suddenly seems familiar to him, but the familiarity is not just from this life. It seems to reach far beyond. In that moment, there is a collage of scenes that Peter sees superimposing again and again and again over her loving, gentle smile and the radiance beaming from her eyes, which Peter knows is directly connected to her heart.

“I’ve seen that smile and that light before,” Peter thinks, and begins to move in and out of consciousness as he explores, through time and space, the bond he has shared with his wonderful wife sitting now at his side.

Returning to consciousness, Peter slowly turns his gaze to Abe, who is looking at him with a loving warmth similar to Stephanie’s. In a moment, the same feeling washes over him that he had just experienced with Stephanie. His thoughts continue, “I have known this friendship before, too. Somewhere, I have known this man as a brother, or as a friend, or perhaps other ways,” and again Peter becomes lost in the vastness of these thoughts.

Through all of this, Stephanie has been gazing lovingly at Peter. Then she rises and leans over him, placing her cheek against his, and embraces him as best she can, with all of her being.

Her lips next to Peter’s ear, she whispers slowly, lovingly, “Oh Peter, my love. I have lived a lifetime with you greater than I ever hoped or dreamed. Because of the wonder we’ve shared, I know that to love, to truly love, is to be able to release it. Not to capture it and hold it within, but to let it fly free, knowing that as it soars, that love is born again.

“I set you free, Peter,” she cannot see that Peter is fading in and out of consciousness, as she continues, “because I know that your freedom is my freedom, your joy is my joy. I know our love connects us, and that we can share these things not only in this moment called life, but throughout eternity.”

Peter’s eyes are closed, but a tiny smile stirs across his face, as her final words to him are, “I love you, Peter.”

Kissing him gently, she lifts herself up to look at her husband and speaks softly to Abe, “He is in a wonderful state of peace right now, and he has asked me to not be here when the time comes. So, I’ll give these last moments with him to you, Abe, because Peter and I know we will never truly be apart.”

She kisses Peter one more time, and as he regains consciousness somewhat, looks into his eyes, as though to connect with something she sees deep within them. Squeezing his hand, she then rises, as Abe stands too, in respect. She turns and moves slowly towards the door, not looking back, but continuing to walk until she is out of Peter’s sight.

There is silence in the room except for Peter’s deep breathing, the irregular breathing of one whose body is giving way. Abe fidgets uncomfortably, looking down at his hands, and then slides into the other chair closest to Peter, re-grasping Peter’s hand.
As Peter’s pain becomes so great that he retreats into the blackness, Al Miner, the Channel, follows, and Peter begins his journey beyond the portal called death.

*

The words you are about to read were given by one who is called Lama Sing, through Al Miner, the Channel. It is the story of Peter’s incredible journey after he died.


Copyright 2001 Al Miner and Lama Sing

 
 

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