Cosmic Question

QUESTION:
OK, so I made a JOKE, but wondering if there is a SERIOUS spiritual insight behind it. The reason I’m haunted by a bloated, egotistical political leader is my own selfish, “only I can fix it” delusions of grandeur, coming back from every lifetime, on every planet. throughout time, to smack me with a massive Karma dept, and the only way I’m going to find salvation is to forgive him completely!

QUESTION: Any truth to that?

Dream Journal May, 2020

May 1.

Nightmare. People are after me, trying to stab me. They are pretending to be police.

I’m working as an intern in Washington, D.C. I have to deliver these bricks to Post Offices. Instead, I erect the bricks myself at the post office sites. I build a monument, then a small tunnel that turns into a full-sized theater.

I’m on the main avenue in a large city. It feels like New York City, uptown. Wife CM is with me and son DM is lagging behind. I want to wait for him. It seems I am a guest at a Starseed convention.

Starseeds are people who believe they come from non-human civilization and incarnate on Earth to help with the transition to higher levels of enlightenment.

2 May, 2020.

Very clear image of seeing a patch of ground; lumpy with little vegetation. This looked to be a real image, possibly from an OOB vantage point. Had one like this years ago and it turned out to be the first part of a deja vu.

Sleepless interlude about 4:30 AM and I meditated and got the following:
Make a portable mobile that can hang from the ceiling in the shape of a pyramid for people to meditate in. Align the King’s Chamber with the pineal gland.

3 May.

I’m helping someone, a woman, perhaps my daughter, to move into a new apartment. There seems to be cheer all around. Some Mexican young men volunteer to help with the move. As we get settled and the move-in is almost done I discover that the Mexican men were really thieves and they left pillow cases filled with loot around the place. I discover one such pillow case under my own pillow and tell the young woman.

4 May.


Somnambulant download.
Meditate using sound as the focal point to still the mind. In this case the fan in my bedroom blocks out other noises. By focusing on the sound and breathing it sets aside the ego mind and allows images, experience to enter.

6 May.

I’m taking a tour of a brothel. They want me to sleep in a bed that’s been used and contaminated with after-sex disgusting things. I want to get out of there. I’m angry that I have to fix broken down equipment, like a long, bowed rib of metal that I have to repair a set of bolts. There are spiders all over.

I’m metal detecting. Next I’m in an office with Trump’s computers. A database is displayed on the screen. Trump hits a “Hide” button and feels safe that he has gotten away with something. I guess he doesn’t realize you can hide things but that doesn’t make them go away. Anybody could trace the computer files.

7 May.

I see a house being constructed. It has a very substantial foundation that seems to be made of granite. The walls are very thick, like over 3-feet across.

I’m walking in a park where some business meeting in an outdoor setting. I find a bag full of sweets and donuts. I don’t take any, but I want to. I find another bag, but don’t get a chance to grab anything. Eventually the bags of donuts in different places disappear.

(Dietary advice.)

8 May.

Dreamed of building a hand-made antenna, wrapping wire around a wooden frame of sticks each about 18-inches long. Made two of them. They are a little flimsy but seem to work well. Woke up thinking this may be a sign of better communicating.

Midnight wrestling with an angel.
Recently a minister used the word elitist in responding to my questions.
I felt he might be on to something.
I couldn’t sleep until I had composed in my mind a response to him.
This is what I wrote:

Last year I found an Our Lady Untier of Knots medal on the church grounds.

Twice in the recent past, in response to my questions, I heard the word “elitist” used.
Coming from a humble background, it never occurred to me the word might apply.
But, Alas . . .

I realize it takes courage to call out someone’s errors in thinking.

Wondering – maybe I should wear that medallion around my neck until my attitude improves, Ha, ha!
If that happens, it would be a blessing for me, and by a ripple effect the broader community.

In which case I would owe you a big “Thank You.”

File under: Prayer Request.

May 9.

I’m inside a shop that is about to open. In one corner is an area of dirt as if there is excavation going on. I see half buried there large chunks of the rosemary wood that I use to make crystal wands. It’s like they are being mined like some kind of precious ore.

I am working with the shop owner to reserve a space for my works, including the wands.

10 May.

I see water running down the curb from lawn sprinklers.
I feel that I could use the many granite rocks found in my area to block the flow.
I see much larger granite rocks and I seem to be delivering them to a group that needs them. In waking up I feel the granite could be polished and sold on line.

12 May.

I hear/sense someone describing an award that I am to receive for my driving in the mountains.

My guess here that this is some kind of thank you for trying to elevate myself, go to a higher place.

I’m working for a business, a food service or fast-food of some kind.
I’m busy; I even wash the floors. The customers and fellow workers are difficult to deal with. I have to prepare a bunch of rolls. Someone shows me how to pop it in the oven and when it comes out to pour syrup over it. (Dietary advice.) Next, I’m down below the restaurant. The foundation is on some old timbers with mold and moss on the limbs. I scrape some of it off.

14 May.

I’m talking with Fr. T from my church. He’s urging me to make certain steps, but there is glass on the floor. I wake up thinking he doesn’t always know what’s best for me.

15 May.

I see a young, voluptuous woman in a blue denim jumpsuit. There is no top, so in moving sometimes her boobs are showing.

Somnambulent state: I get the idea to make spiritual flash cards.
1. Better to light a candle than to curse the darkness: Be the light.

  1. As a good teacher you don’t come into first grade and scold the students because they can’t read. Instead, you start with the A, B, Cs.
    3. You cannot fulfill your mission to uplift mankind while at the same time calling them a bunch of idiots.

16 May.

I’m at a table in a business meeting with about 6 to 8 people. I leave for a second and place some of my papers on a bench in the hallway, knowing no one will take them. Back in the meeting, I feel it’s like a job interview and I will go on to the next step with a woman to my left. As she is talking a song is playing with the title and word of “I rise!” As she gets up during this song I make a joke about her actions matching the song. It feels like we are moving forward for me to get the job, and my papers include my resume.

17 May.

A clear voice is speaking to me. I don’t know exactly what was said.

I’m in church. They are performing a ceremony to honor women who are dressed in white robes. I sneak out because I have to go to the bathroom. The bathroom has several stalls but one is very new and modern.

I’m lounging on a patio with an old business partner of mine (M.A.F), and we are talking about old times. There are several other old friends there who say hello too. I tell her “The last I heard you moved to Oregon.” She says that she then moved back to Los Gatos, California. We are talking about life and metaphysics and I tell her “Salvation comes from within you.” She says “No.” I reply, “Well, more correctly, it comes from the God within you.” She says “Yes.”

18 May.

I see a middle-aged Asian lady in profile view. She leans her head back onto a wall. Her hair is slightly graying. She turns into a blonde woman who wants me to help her in a caper to steal some diamonds. I refuse.

I seem to be some kind of maintenance man in an apartment complex. Three guys are moving in to an empty unit. One gives me a friendly hello. I am inspecting wires around the door that go to the refrigerator. One of the guys gets into an argument with me and I insult him. We spend a lot of time discussing it and I ask him “What would it take to resolve this?” He’s pretty reluctant to let the matter go.

He’s reclining lazily on a couch or something. As I wake up I see I am in the same sleep position as he was, making me think the stubborn guy is myself.

20 May.

Nightmare. The police are after me. They are shooting at me. I can see the flash from their guns. They are to the west, but I am leaning against some pillows that are propped up by an iron gate, so I feel protected. But now, the gunfire is coming from the north as well, I run to escape. I wake up – the pillow are from my bed. I watched a crime show last night.

21 May.

I’m making one of my wood and crystal wands (hobby) and I lose one of the stones.
I look for it. It seems it dissolved in water somehow.

I’m giving a lecture to people on the front lawn of D.H.’s house (a web content fellow I am working with). Someone helping with the presentation, J.S., another friend, has been drinking and something goes wrong, so the audience is out of step with the talk. He seems drunk or confused. I want to get out of there before D.H., the web guy, sees me. I gather up my papers, but there is a mess, a confusion about what is mine and what is his, and some papers are strewn across the sidewalk. I want to clean them up. But D sees me and talks. He knows the talk went badly, but I feel OK about it.

23 May.

I’m looking over a map, finding locations for some kind of meeting. Several locations stand out in black squares. (Mapping out my plans?)

24 May.

I’m sitting in front of a powerful man. He wants me to drink a pulpy mixture that is much like orange juice but I know it is mostly glue and paper made from the paper stems of lollipops soaked in water. I drink a little but then refuse. He threatens me, but I make a joke of it.

25 May.

I’m at the top of a ladder on the side of a very tall, narrow building.
I feel I am precariously perched up there, so I hold onto the handles at the top of the ladder. The top of it ends with two (upside down) U-shaped handles. One of the handles is loose and wiggly. It breaks off and I drop it, down to the ocean below the building. As it falls I see it’s a pair of my reading glasses.

Not two small children are coming up the ladder behind me. I seem to be holding the door open for them to enter the upper room. In the upper room ad several adults. They seem to be leaders. The two girls enter the door which leads from the ladder to another steep staircase. Adults are walking up the stairs too, pretty much ignoring the girls. One child gets stepped on and falls backwards.

The second child finally gets the attention of one of the adults. They are talking about communicating in different ways. He is eating from a plate with a half consumed tortilla on it. There is a pool of oil and a glob of salsa near the small amount of tortilla that is left on the plate.

He says the communication is like the tortilla mixing with the condiments. The girl responds by taking the tortilla and thoroughly mixing it, back and forth, onto the oil and the salsa, as if to exaggerate the need for more involvement with the adults.

I wake up thinking this refers to the star children trying to waken the adults to their presence.

27 May.

There’s a robbery of some kind and the police arrest a bunch of people. A Mexican gang is rounded up and somehow I’m swept up with them. A group of us are in prison now and I befriend one of the gang leaders, a small man in his late 40’s. I ask him if he didn’t have friends, even in the gang. He said there were only a few who were real friend.

Behind the cells there is a long tunnel where the inmates are allowed to keep personal possessions if they keep the area clean. The man has a son and I buy the boy a toy train and place it behind the cell of the gang leader. He’s happy I got the toy for his boy. I had to be careful to keep his spot in the tunnel immaculate. During the course of placing the toy there I had to remove some white rocks and small tacks.

In another part of the jail I’m telling a different inmate about removing the rocks and tacks, but I realize he’s trying to pick my brain for something he can use against me, so I break off the conversation.

28 May.

I’m in a big hotel with a business campus. There are small groups and couples roaming around the grounds. People are giving and receiving gifts; mostly food items, small favors, movie recommendations. It seems random, but somehow everybody get what they need in this mix-and-match system.

Background: The day before I decided to send one of my art creations, a crystal wand, to my sister with instructions to feel free to re-gift it to one of her artistic children.

30 May.

I see houses on a hill. I zoom into one home. On the side is a service box for electricity. It seems the connections are important. The wires connect some kind of network.

I’m in an office building where I used to work. One of my business friends, M.A.F, is there and want me to man the switchboard. I don’t know how to operate it. This switchboard also covers another business, a federal security firm of some kind. If someone calls, I don’t know which buttons to push or even what to say, especially for the security firm. M.A.F’s husband is a politician, Rod D., but I see his name and it looks like Seco Delano, or Seco Delaney. I have to leave for a while and when I come back, I wonder how many calls I missed.

31 May, 2020.

There’s a long winding road on the west side of Santa Rosa, California where there are apple orchards. I am looking at the arc of the road from an aerial vantage point. I then zoom down to street level. The grassy area on the west side of the road is now covered with a canvas type tarp. There’s a girl who has wiggled under the tarp to the far end, and she invites me to join her in a snugly position.

Now the covered area turns into a posh French resort. I see an angelic-looking boy, all in white. I ask him if he speaks French. “Un pue.” (A little.) He breathes into his hands.

One companion leaves me and another man joins me. He invites me into a room where an older man is dying. It seems like an honor to be with the dying man, as he is open to the miracles of the afterlife. His hands are distorted with arthritis, or edema or something. He laments his loss of hair, but still seems animated and excited. He asks me why I a here. I say, “Well, I’m a nurse.” He wonders if I want to treat him. I feel like, “No, you are treating me,” with your spiritual attitude. I decide not to force my way into the conversation, but to just listen and observe.

The “Crazy” Lady

The “Crazy” Lady

Wishing I were more like her.

Vince Migliore

Retards! In my vulgar Brooklyn way, that’s how I thought of them. Those kids on the short yellow bus. The disabled; the mentally handicapped. At least I learned to use more compassionate language, but still, in the back of my head, I thought of them as somehow inferior. Then, one of them taught me a lesson; an experience I cherish even many decades later.

I was hiking on a hilly, wooded trail in a park near my house. The trail rose to about 3,000 feet. The air was just brisk enough to be invigorating. As the day wore on however, the sun managed to break through the canopy of leaves, enough to drain my strength.

At the base of the hill I found a flat boulder under a shaded-offering tree, so I took off my boots and laid on top of it for a rest. Exhausted, I drifted off into that uncharted territory between wakefulness and dreams. The coolness of the rock worked to relieve the aching in my legs, and I soon entered an even deeper depth of reverie.

The next thing I knew there was a soft touch on my cheek, an angelic, soothing voice whispering to me. “It’s my birthday! I’m having a party. Do you want to come to my birthday party?” She stroked my face and my hair.

Wait a minute! I thought I was in a park somewhere! On a rock! And yet, for that split second all I could think of was her soft touch, the tenderness of her voice, and the heartfelt invitation to a party. I want that! I want more of that!

Then, in sterner tones, a man’s voice. “Come back here, Linda! Leave the man alone!”

I jumped up and roused myself, just in time to see the back of the head of a nice young lady, rejoining her caravan of day-trippers. They were all physically or mentally challenged. They marched back to the van that was transporting them.

I too was transported back into the mundane world of proper etiquette, where people don’t touch you; where it’s frowned upon to look at someone and say, even with sincerity, “Oh, what a lovely face you have! I would so enjoy kissing you!”

I’m old now. It’s been many years since anyone has stroked my face or whispered sweet nothings into my ear. I wonder if that “crazy” lady wasn’t wiser, more genuine than I am, restricted as I am by social norms. Thank you, little lady! Thank you! I love you too. Yes, I’ll go to your birthday party!

Terrorism, Justice, and the Near-Death Experience

What becomes of terrorists in the afterlife?

A Study of Near-Death Experiences (NDEs) can shed light on the consequences of our behavior here on Earth. The “reward” for our actions is both simple and fair:

Justice: you experience the effects your actions have had on others.

Judgment and the life review seem to go hand-in-hand in many NDE reports. A theme in the life review is not that we are judged, but rather that we judge our own behavior. A curious occurrence in the life review is the ability to feel the effects of our actions on other people, and this seems to be the cornerstone of the judgment.

Here we see a woman who played a cruel trick on a friend, and how it played out during the life review:

“I saw my entry into the world, one childhood memory after another as distinct and as clear as if each were really happening. . . . Most things were pleasant to see, some things made me very embarrassed. In fact, revolution (sic; probably meant revulsion) and guilt took away any good feelings, making me so very sorry for certain things I had said or done. I hadn’t just seen what I had done, but I felt and knew the repercussions of my actions. I felt the injury or pain of those who suffered because of my selfish or inappropriate behavior.” 

She goes on to relate an incident where she played a cruel trick on a young man.

“I never gave this incident a moment of thought after it had happened. But, during the review of my life, I was grieved to see how totally selfish, thoughtless and downright cruel I had been. I felt his complete panic and fear, and his change as he became less trusting. I was sickened. I had such total guilt that I tried to pull my view away. I was being pounded with the fears, pain, injuries, and anger I had caused in others, and the repercussions that had been passed on and on.”

IANDS, All is Everything (1).

This case illustrates another judgment based on the life review:

The light responded: “The question is not who am I, but who are YOU?” Before I could reply, a series of images and experiences flashed across my vision. This was (by analogy) like a projector displaying images on a flat screen. There were two distinct differences, however. The first difference was that the images were non-sequential (e.g. they were not in any specific order). The second difference was that I could feel, think, see, hear and experience the emotions, thoughts, feelings and experiences of everyone I had ever come in either direct or non-direct contact with.

If you can imagine a series of Dominos cascading downward like water down staggered steps, then this was the experience of being other people and experiencing both the intended and unintended effects of my contact with them. This was not in any way, shape or form a pleasant experience. I saw a multitude of opportunities to help people and be loving and kind, but in most instances I chose to ignore these opportunities and instead focus solely on myself. This was very unsettling to say the least.

All throughout this review process, however, the only entity which judged me was myself. The light did not interject any judgment for or against my earthly actions (or inactions). The only thing the light did was to pause some scenes and ask me what I thought about my actions.

According to the light, the most extraordinary moments of life are not framed by money, work, drugs, alcohol, possessions or self-gratifying behaviors. Indeed, what we consider trivial actions are highlighted as the most significant of our lives.

IANDS, Unborn (2).

One of the most striking accounts comes from a bully who abused other students:

“The first thing I saw was my angry childhood. I saw myself torturing other children, stealing their bicycles or making them miserable at school. One of the most vivid scenes was of the time I picked on a child at grade school because he had a goiter that protruded from his neck. The other kids in the class picked on him too, but I was the worst. At the time I thought I was funny. But now, as I relived this incident, I found myself in his body, living with the pain that I was causing. This perspective continued through every negative incident in my childhood, a substantial number to be sure. From fifth to twelfth grade, I estimate I had at least six thousand fistfights. Now, as I reviewed my life in the bosom of the Being, I relived each of those altercations, but with one major difference: I was the receiver. ”

– Dannion Brinkley, Saved by the Light (3).

Now, apply that consequence to terrorist actions. Let’s say a terrorist kills ten people. First, the terrorist, in the afterlife, will experience the terror he caused for his victims. All ten of them. He will feel the fear and the pain of the execution. Second, he will find himself on the receiving end of the sadness that he generates in the lives of the victim’s family members left behind. The family will grieve for many years over the loss of this loved one. The terrorist will endure the same amount of pain. He will find himself in the body of the friends and co-workers of each victim and get to evaluate the effects his terrorism has on them. He will feel the life-long emptiness that he generates in the children of his victims.

Justice dictates that you experience the effects your actions have had on other people.

I don’t expect there will be a parade of virgins waiting for the perpetrator.

On the other hand, loving behavior has its rewards too. It’s clear that our actions influence those we interact with, but the effects are often positive as well.

In the Betty Eadie case, the negative acts exposed in her life review were causing her grief when Jesus intervened:

” ‘You’re being too harsh on yourself,’ he said. Then he showed me the reverse side of the ripple effect. I saw myself perform an act of kindness, just a simple act of unselfishness, and I saw the ripples go out again. The friend I had been kind to was kind in turn to one of her friends, and the chain repeated itself. I saw love and happiness increase in others’ lives because of that one simple act on my part. I saw their happiness grow and affect their lives in positive ways, some significantly. I felt the love they felt, and I felt their joy.”

– Betty Eadie, Embraced by the Light (4).

What is justice then, but to feel the effects of those we have touched?

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Reference:
Note: Most links are now inoperative.


(1) Link archived: http://www.iands.org/nde_archives/experiencer_accounts/

all_is_everything_everything_is_one.html.

(2) Link archived: http://www.iands.org/nde_archives/experiencer_accounts/

unborn.html.

(3) Brinkley, Dannion, Saved by the Light, Villard Books, New York, 1994.

(4) Eadie, Betty, Embraced by the Light, Bantam Books, New York, 1992.

V.T. Migliore is author of “A Measure of Heaven” from which most of the above material is reprinted here.

Alien Interrogation and Spiritual Truth

Alien Interrogation Tape: A Spiritual Critique

Vince Migliore

In 2019 a video appeared on the internet claiming to be an interrogation with an alien. See reference:

What follows are comparisons between what the alien revealed and what we find in the book A Course in Miracles and other books.

Alien quotes in CAPITAL letters:

E.T.: THE UNIVERSE WAS NOT CREATED

The universe was “made,” not created. There is a difference. (1)
Creation is real and eternal.

“Made” implies a physical, material form which is temporary and can be destroyed.
Like God, we are spirits; eternal – no beginning or end. (2)

(1) Miracles enable you to heal the sick and raise the dead because you made sickness and death yourself, and can therefore abolish both. You are a miracle, capable of creating in the likeness of your Creator. Everything else is your own nightmare, and does not exist. Only the creations of light are real.
– A Course in Miracles, Chapter 1, Sec. 1; Principles of Miracles #24.

(2) The world you see is an illusion of a world. God did not create it, for what He creates must be eternal as Himself. Yet there is nothing in this world that you see that will endure forever.
– Disappearance of the Universe, Gary R. Renard, page 104, quoting from A Course in Miracles.

E.T.: NOTHING, BY DEFINITION, DOES NOT EXIST

The material world is a dream and is not real. It was conjured up in the mind of humans. (3)

This was put forth by enlightened members of our race and many world religions, including Lao-tze, the Bhagavad Gita, Plato, Christ, and the Buddhists, and more recently “A Course in Miracles.”

“Nothing real can be threatened. Nothing unreal exists. Herein lies the peace of God.” (4)

(3) There is no world apart from what you wish, and herein lies your ultimate release. Change but your mind on what you want to see, and all the world must change accordingly. Ideas leave not their source.
– A Course in Miracles , Lesson 132.

(4) – A Course in Miracles , Preface, page x.

E.T.: EXISTENCE IS INFINITE – NO END OR BEGINNING

Only what is infinite is real. All temporary forms are man-made illusions. (5)

(5) You who made delay can leave time behind simply by recognizing that neither beginnings nor endings were created by the Eternal, Who placed no limits on His creation or upon those who create like Him.
– A Course in Miracles , Chapter 11, Sec. 1 paragraph 4.

E.T.: THIS UNIVERSE IS NOT EXISTENCE

This material world is a made-up illusion that you are choosing to believe in. (6)
Eternal reality is spirit based. (7)

(6) What is the lesson for today except another way of saying that to know your Self is the salvation of the world? To free the world from every kind of pain is but to change your mind about yourself. There is no world apart from your ideas because ideas leave not their source, and you maintain the world within your mind in thought.
– A Course in Miracles, Lesson 132, paragraph 10.

(7) Mortal mind subservient to matter is destined to . . . suffer eventual personality extinction; mind yielded to spirit is destined to become increasingly spiritual and ultimately to achieve oneness with the surviving and guiding spirit and in this way to attain survival and eternity of personality existence.
– The Urantia Book, Part I, Paper 1, Section 3, paragraph 7.

E.T.: THIS UNIVERSE IS INDIFFERENT TO SO-CALLED LIFE – BECAUSE IT CAN BE DESTROYED

Most people identify themselves with a body, which is temporary and unreal. Your real identity is as a Child of God which is everlasting. (8)

(8) The “self” that needs protection is not real. The body, valueless and hardly worth the least defense, need merely be perceived as quite apart from you, and it becomes a healthy, serviceable instrument through which the mind can operate until its usefulness is over. Who would want to keep it when its usefulness is done?
– A Course in Miracles, Lesson 135, paragraph 8.

E.T.: YOU ARE NOT CAPABLE OF ACCEPTING

A closed mind is unwilling to accept the reality of the unseen spiritual realms. (9)

(9) Belief is powerful indeed. The thoughts you hold are mighty, and illusions are as strong in their effects as is the truth. A madman thinks the world he sees is real, and does not doubt it. Nor can he be swayed by questioning his thoughts’ effects. It is but when their source is raised to question that the hope of freedom comes to him at last.
– A Course in Miracles, Lesson 132, paragraph 1.

E.T.: THERE IS NO MEANING TO THIS UNIVERSE

All the meaning that you THINK you see in the world is really not there, it is just in your own mind. (10)

(10) You think that what upsets you is a frightening world, or a sad world, or a violent world, or an insane world. All these attributes are given it by you. The world is meaningless in itself.
– A Course in Miracles, Lesson 12.

E.T.: MEANING LIVES IN THE MIND

The world of chaos that we seem to see is really an illusion in the mind of the perceiver. (11)

(11) The world you made is therefore totally chaotic, governed by arbitrary and senseless “laws,” and without meaning of any kind. For it is made out of what you do not want, projected from your mind because you are afraid of it. Yet this world is only in the mind of its maker.
– A Course in Miracles, Chapter 12, Sec. 3, paragraph 9.

E.T.: YOUR SPECIES CONJURS MEANING

Humankind has a split mind. It holds both insane thoughts and the real thoughts co-created with God. (12)

(12) The world is nothing in itself. Your mind must give it meaning. And what you behold upon it are your wishes, acted out so you can look on them and think them real. Perhaps you think you did not make the world, but came unwillingly to what was made already, hardly waiting for your thoughts to give it meaning. Yet in truth you found exactly what you looked for when you came.

There is no world apart from what you wish, and herein lies your ultimate release.
– A Course in Miracles, Lesson 132, paragraph 4.

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Vince Migliore is a writer and researcher based in Folsom, California.

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Adam and Eve’s DNA Uplifting

Some quotes from The Urantia Book seem to support the theory that Adam and Eve were Light Beings on a mission to upgrade the DNA of humankind. These are brief, selected quotations.

The Urantia book is a three-volume work allegedly channeled by spirit beings. The first part describes the nature of God and His kingdom; the second part is the history of Urantia (the Earth), and the last part covers the life of Jesus.

It’s one of those books that you don’t read, but rather is sits on your nightstand for a few decades and you’re lucky if you can read half of it in that time. The text has that authoritative ring to it that resonates with the idea of it being divinely inspired.

Urantia Book quotations.