These are narrations given by the "dead" through Mediumship describing their death, first impression and Afterlife.

ALFRED PRITCHETT (A soldier killed during WW1)

Greene:
Well, I was going to ask you, Mr. Pritchett, exactly what your reactions were when you found yourself on the other side, as you were flung over suddenly, weren't you ?

Pritchett:

One moment I was...one moment I was alive and we were...I always remember it so well. We'd been under a heavy bombardment practically all day and I thought to meself at the time, 'if we come through this lot we'll be lucky', you know and then we were...early morning we were given the command to go over the top. Well, I thought, 'this is it, boy,' you know, 'oh well, if I come out of this lot I'll be bloody lucky.' Anyway, I went. I must admit, that it took all I'd got to really get myself over the top.



Anyway, I don't like even going into it, 'septing that, all I know is that I was running forward and I still kept running forward. And the funny part about it is, that some of the Germans were coming towards me and they rushed past me as if they didn't see me. I thought, 'well, that's a funny how-d'ya-do.' All I remember was feeling in a pretty bad state, you know, sweating and, 'oh, crying out loud, this is it,' you know.



But instead of them attacking me or in any way, sort of, taking any interest in me, they were rushing past me. I thought, 'well, good lord ! I can't make this out at all.' And, it took me quite a while to, sort of realise what had happened. In fact, it was some time I think, before I realised what happened. I went on and all I can remember is running and running and I thought, 'well, if they're not going to see me, I'm certainly not going to bother about them. I'm going to try and get into a little cubby hole somewhere and get out of it.'



And all I remember is getting into a hole, in the ground that had been created by a bomb I expect, at some time. Anyway, all I know is, that I got into this hole and just crouched down and thought, 'well, I'll wait till this shindig's over and hope for the best. Might get taken prisoner, who knows ? I don't.'



And I was lying there thinking to myself, 'well, it's a funny how-d'ya-do. They didn't see me. They must have seen me, yet they went right past me.' And I started to think about it and I thought, 'well, I don't know. I'm lucky.'



And, oh, I don't know how long I must have been there. Anyway, I must have fallen asleep or something 'cause, the next thing I know was that, at the time, that was - I remember seeing a bright light in front of me. It was just as if I woke up and there was a very bright light. And I couldn't make this out at all 'cause it was the sort of light I'd never seen before. It was just as if the whole place was illuminated and it was so dazzling that, for a moment, I could sort of, hardly look at it. I had to keep, sort of closing me eyes and having a look. And I thought, 'well, I don't know. Some sort of a trick of the light or something.' I got a bit, a little windy, you know, I didn't know what to think.

Then, all of a sudden, it was just as if I saw, an outline, a shape or figure appear. And, I kept looking and I thought, 'well, I don't know.' I wasn't sure whether it was human or what it was. It was the outline of a human being and it was full of luminos-osity and gradually it seemed to take shape. And I was in an absolute sweat because, eventually I could see that it was an old friend of mine, who I knew had been killed some months before, named Smart - Billy Smart we used to call him - 'Ole Bill'. And he was looking at me and I was looking at him and it was...I don't know how to explain this. It was as if somehow there was a sort of merging, I suppose, in some way or other, of him and me. Most peculiar, I can't explain this.



Anyway, all I know is that I felt myself getting up - and that struck me as odd that I should be conscious of meself getting up. In a strange sort of way, I thought, 'well, here's me been lying here probably all night - all day and night. I ought to be feeling stiff and awkward and uncomfortable.' But I didn't. I felt as light as a feather and I thought, 'well, something's gone to me head. Perhaps I got a whack, you know, or something.'

I didn't know what to think about it. Anyway, I went towards him, as if I was being like a magnet, drawn to him and as I got closer, I could see that he was, oh I don't know, full of vitality, full of life, wonderful, sort of colour in his face. And then, all of a sudden, as I got near to him, it dawned on me that he was dead !



Funny thing was, when I first saw him, I didn't think of him being dead although, I must have remembered and realised in a way he had been killed some months before. Anyway, all I know is, I was drawn to him and he smiled at me and I suppose I must have smiled back. Anyway, he sort of held out his hand and I felt a bit daft in a way 'cause, I know it's natural to shake hands, but there was me - in a dug-hole, a trench, a dugout, whatever you like to call it, crater in earth - sort of shaking hands with someone who was dead and it sort of put me in a cold sweat, in a kind of way and I thought, 'well, what's going on here ? I must be dreaming or something.' Anyway, I could hear him speak and he says,

“All right, nothing to worry about. You're all right, mate. Come on.”

And there was me putting my hand in his, just like a kid. And I thought, 'well, this is damn daft, this is. There's something wrong somewhere.' Anyway, all I know is I got hold of his hand and suddenly felt a, sort of floating sensation and before I knew where I was, it was just as if I was being lifted up in the air, holding his hand too. And I thought, 'well, this is something this is.'

It reminded me of something I saw years ago; Pan - Peter Pan or something. There was me, floating up in the air holding his hand and I thought, 'crying out loud ! This is a funny dream this is.'



There was us, sort of floating - I can't say I was doing anything else but floating, just with my feet off the ground - going gradually higher and higher, as if everything gradually was getting further and further away. And I could see in the distance down below the battlefield. And I could see the guns and the light and the explosions and the war was obviously still going on. And I thought, 'well, I don't know, this is a most peculiar dream this is.'



And then the next thing I remember was, sort of gradually coming in sight of what appeared to me, to be a big city. It was luminous. That's the only way I can describe this, is that it was luminous. It was as if all the buildings, sort of had a sort of glow about them. This glow, by the way, seemed to be something that seemed to be, not only with him, my friend, but - with everything. Even when I remember now looking back, there was a sort of haze or a glow over everything.

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Anyway, to cut a long story short, I suddenly felt my feet touching ground again. Most peculiar...and...it felt solid. And I remember walking along what appeared to be a long avenue. And on each side of this street or avenue were beautiful trees. And between every other tree, or so, there was, what appeared to be, a sort of statue. That's the only way I can describe it - figures. Beautiful figures they were. Sculptured sort of figures, you see.



And on the sidewalk, I suppose that's what you'd call it - or the path, pavement - people were going about, but dressed in most peculiar sort of dress. I thought, 'oh dear, this is a real corker this is,' you know, 'a real dream.' They looked like as if they might have been Romans or Greeks or something, like you see in pictures. And er, beautiful buildings with pillars and beautiful steps leading up, some of them had. And there were mostly flat-roofed, by the way. I don't remember ever seeing any roofs and gables, like one associates with England, for instance. They all seemed to be, what you call, on the Continental style, you know, sort of beautiful flat roof houses. Beautifully designed and this sort of glow coming from them. All sorts of people there was and I saw horses. I saw several people on horseback riding, beautiful, magnificent looking horses they were and anyway I thought, 'this is quite a-do, this is,' you know.

And anyway, he was talking away to me...

“Course,” he says, “Of course, you know what's happened to you ?”

So I says, 'What's happened to me ?' I says, 'all I know is what's happened or what ain't happened, I am having a good time here. It's better than being down there, in that lot. I shall be sorry to wake up.'

He says, “Don't worry. You ain't gonna to wake up.”

I says, 'What do you mean, you ain't gonna to wake up ?'

“Well,” he says, “You've had it, chum.”

I said, 'What do you mean - had it ?'

So he says, “You're dead.”



I said, 'Don't be so silly. How can I be dead ? I'm here. I can see all what's going on around me. I can see you.' But I said, 'I know as how you died some months ago. You got a packet. But, how is it that um...I don't know'...I said to 'im, 'you may be dead, but I'm dreaming.'



“Ah,” he says, “no you ain't. You really are dead. You got a packet in that charge.”

I said, 'ah, get away ! How can I have had ? I wouldn't be here like this would I ?'

He says, “that's just it,” he says, “you are here. You're dead.”

I said, 'What ? You don't mean to tell me this is heaven ?'

So he says, “well not exactly, but it's an aspect.”

I thought to meself, 'aspect ? What's aspect mean ?'

And then suddenly it dawned on me, that it was a sort of 'part of,' like, you know.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, we went up this nice, very pleasant road in this beautiful city, and we came to a sort of hill. Not a very steep hill. And right in front of me on top of this hill I could see what looked like a beautiful building. Like - well, how can I describe it ? - something I'd seen in the City of London, only much more white and much more beautiful. And, 'oh', I thought, 'this is a nice looking place, what's that ?'

So I said to him, 'what's that place ?'

“Oh,” he says, “you're going there,” he says, “to meet some of your old friends.” He said, “That's what we call a reception station.”

I said, 'a what ?'

He said, “it's like a kind of an hospital.”

I said, 'well, I don't want to go to any hospitals. There's nothing wrong with me. I'm all right.' I said, '...and in any case, I can't get this at all. He said, “don't worry. Just don't [tax] your brain,” he says, “too much at the moment. It'll come to you later. Just relax and enjoy yourself.”

I said, 'well, I'm doing that alright. It's a darn sight better than being down there. In a sense,' I says, 'I don't particularly want to wake up. If this is what you say - true. I have to believe you, but at the same time I can't make head or tail of it.'



Anyway, to cut a long story short, we got to this place, you know, and well, went in and there was all sorts of people there. All kinds. But what struck me as odd...they were dressed much the same as, well, many people that I'd known and what I used to dress like meself in civvie street. Suits and you know, that sort of thing. And it all seemed to be very natural and the funny thing was, that the outside of this place looked like a sort of temple place or something, I suppose you'd call it, but inside it all looked very natural. Most peculiar. It was not exactly like an 'ospital but at the same time it had an atmosphere of peace and tran-tranquillity and all that.



And there seemed to be many rooms, apart from the big entrance there, there seemed to be lots of different rooms. But, lots of light was coming in. That's another thing - I never remember seeing the sun, yet there seemed to be plenty of light. And big windows. And people sitting around talking. There were tables and chairs. I didn't see any beds, and I thought, 'well this is a funny sort of an 'ospital, yet it ain't a hospital, I suppose.'

Dead men tell no tales


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Everyone seemed to be quite bright and cheerful and happy, all very natural. Some were talking, and others were eating - and that's what struck me. I thought, 'well, I've got him one here. He says as how's this is some sort of part of heaven. I'm sure they wouldn't eat.' So I says, 'ah, look ! They're eating over there.'

So he said, “why shouldn't they ?”

And I thought, 'well, seems odd. If you're dead you don't need to eat.'

So he says, “ah, what you don't realise is, that when you come here, if you feel it's essential to do certain things and you feel it's essential to eat and drink, then you can.”



Then it dawned on me that sounded pretty sensible, after all. 'Cause if you've put someone in a place where they're out of harmony and things don't go on in the way they would like them to go on, then they feel uncomfortable. So it struck me there was something in that.


Well...sat down around a table with several other blokes and they said,

“Hello. Just arrived ?”


I said, 'yes.'


So one of them said to me, “only just come, ay? Only a few hours innit ?”

I said, 'what ?'


He says, “only a few hours.”


I said, 'is it ?' I didn't know.


So he said, “we heard as how as you were coming.”


So I said, 'what do you mean heard as how I was coming ? You don't even know me.'


He says, “oh well, that's what you think.”


So I said, 'well, how could you know me anyway. I never knew you, not down there, as you call it.'


So he said, “ah, well, we know.” He said. “We have our scouts out, we have our gangs out, you know. Helpers.”

He says, “I was helped in the same way. I've only been here a very short time meself. Couple of days, I believe.”




So I said, 'Oh.' So I said, 'settling in ?'


So he says, “oh yes. Very nice. Much better than what they used to tell us down there innit ?”


So I said, 'how do you mean ?'


So he says, “well, you know what they used to tell us down there, about 'eaven and 'ell, and the last trumpet and all that ? Yeah,” he says. “They've got it all wrong.”


So I says, 'well, it seems like it, doesn't it ?'


So he says, “yeah.” He says, “all that business about, if you're very good, you go up to the top stall and if you're not so good, you'd go down in the old cellar. Ha !”

He says. “They've got all that wrong, mate.” He says, “here we're just the same as we was, only better. Quite happy.”

He says, “Tomorrow, I'm going from here.”


So I said, 'What ? Where are you going ?'

“Well,” he says, “I'm going” he says, “to see my grandparents.”



Of course all this struck me as a bit crackers, but I thought, 'well, I'd better sort of keep in with them,' you know, '...and talk the same sort of language. After all, if I've got to be here, as they say I have, I might as well fit in.' I felt in the most peculiar sort of, state, really, when I come to think about it now.


He said, “yeah, I'm visiting my grandparents.”


So I says, 'well, where are they ?'


He says, “well, I've been told,” he says, “that they're on this plane, as they call it here, but further out.”


I says, 'further out ?'


So he says, “yes.”


So I says, 'what, many miles away ?'


He says, “miles ? They say you don't have miles here. You don't have distance in the same way as you do on Earth. I ain't got meself adjusted to that yet,” he says, “but I shall no doubt be alright. I'm being taken there.”

So I says, 'oh, very nice. Who's taking you ?'


So he says, “my guide.”

I said, 'guide ?'


So he says, “yes. I didn't even know there were such things as guides, you know. That's something that I've only just recently learnt. But there's a very nice fellow here. He's like one of the stewards, I suppose you'd call them. And he's found out a little bit about my background and my people and he's been given the job of sort of, escorting me.”

He says, “by the way,” he says, “did you notice when you came here how odd it was ? How light you felt ?”

So I said, 'yes, I did notice that.'


He says, “wasn't it funny, that sort of floating feeling you had, you know ?”


So I said, 'yes that was rather remarkable. I felt a bit peculiar, you know, sort of floating around. It did seem strange.'


So he says, “well, that's the way we're going, I believe. We're not going to walk. We're sort of going to...I suppose some people would call it flying. I don't know whether you call it that here, but it seems like it. Anyway, I'm going there tomorrow to see my grandparents. It's funny, I remember the old girl - grandma. She was about, oh, 76 when she kicked the...when she pegged out, you know, and I often wonder if they'll really know me, you know.”



He says, “another funny thing is, you'd have thought they'd have met me if they knew I was coming over, wouldn't you ?”

So I said, 'well perhaps they didn't know. Perhaps it's only these higher up ones that have the knowledge beforehand.'


So he says, “it may be that. Anyway that's what's happened and where I'm going.”

He says. “Some of these people have been here for a long time, I believe. You know, and they’re only, sort of beginning to sort of, settle down now. Some are a bit difficult to deal with when they first come.”



He says, “you seem to have taken it all right.”


So I said, 'what else can you do ? You're told you're kicked...you're dead. The best thing to do when you're dead, I should think, is to follow out the instructions and behave yourself. After all, you never know who's going to be judging on you and all that,' I said. 'According to what the old Bible says and what I understood, you got judged.'




“Ah” he says, “get away with that !” he says. “No one judges you, from what I can make out on it. You judge yourself. You sort of...I know,” he says, “since I've been here,” he says, “I've been sort of reflecting, you know.

Going back a bit on the old past and wondering and thinking about things.” He says, “I realise now, like many people of course, I made many mistakes. I was a bit of a fool, you know, to meself and other people.

But,” he says, “I'm gradually beginning to see now. Even though I've only been here a little while,” he says, “there is no such thing as judgment, not in the old fashioned idea that the old church teaches.” He says, “The only thing is,” he says, “you judge yourself. After all, it’s your conscience,” he says. “I've got one, and so have you, I bet. We all have.”

So I said, 'well, I've got a bit of a conscience alright but,' I said. 'Of course, I haven't lived all that long to have done all that much bad, as far as I know.' I said, 'As far as I can remember, the only thing I ever did really wrong was, was drowning a cat.'

I said, 'I can't think of anything else...oh, once I had a pint of bitter and never paid for it because there was a crowd in there, and he forgot about it and I never offered it. I didn't see anything really terribly wicked about that. As far as I can remember,' I said.

'I haven't done anything really bad. I mean, I ain't like some of these people. The only thing I can think of doing anything bad, if it is bad at all, and it's not altogether my fault because I was forced into it, is killed a few Germans.' I says.



'Now you come to think about it, I put them in the same boat as meself. I'm not very happy about that idea, although I realise already that it's not so bad being dead, but after all, perhaps they had a life to fulfil on Earth and for that matter so did I.'

I said, 'but what I feel about at the moment, is the fact that I'm placed in this position. Not that I don't mind it, in a sense,' I says.

'But other people who really, when you come to think about it, don't risk their lives at all. They sit back and more or less in comfort and smoke their cigars and what have you,' I said. 'We're the ninnies aren't we ?'

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So he says, “you're telling me boy.”

He said, “you don't want to worry about those financiers and all the rest of it, they're alright, They'll come through alright, but what good will it do 'em ? What will they have to answer when they get here ? You think that one out,” he said to me.

He said, “you've got nothing on your conscience, mate, but by Christ, they've got a hell of a lot on theirs and the others who are responsible for putting us in this position.”




I said, 'well, I suppose we shouldn't have any bitter feelings.' I said.


”No,” he says, “I ain't got no bitter feelings but what...” he says, “annoys me and upsets me, is that these people who are the cause of all this, the mere handful, you might say, compared to the untold millions who have to suffer for it. They're the ones who are really the ones who have got something on their conscience. When they get here, I wouldn't like to be in their darn shoes,” he says.




I said, 'I'm inclined to agree with you there, mate.' I said, 'we're rather like the poor old sheep aren't we ?'


He says, “you're telling me,” he says. “But never mind” he says. “It's going to be nice here, I can feel that.”

He says, “since I've been here everyone's been kind and pleasant and helpful.” He says, “I really feel at home already.”

And he says, “you'll be all right. Don't worry.”


So I said, 'well, you know, I don't really get all this. I...I'll have to accept the fact that I'm dead,' I says. 'But, I still find it difficult to believe.'

He says, “well, it'll be alright. It'll pass. You'll get used to the idea.” He says, “getting used to the idea of being dead becomes a bit much at first, but you soon sort of, cotton on to it. And it's not bad at all,” he says, “I can tell you. You'll really, really have everything here that you want that's essential.”

Oh, he went on telling me a lot of things and the other blokes sitting round there didn't say very much and I thought, 'well, they're a bit of a dumb lot.'
 But he says, “of course,” he says, “my friends here,” he says, “they're only just sort of settling in like you. They've only been here a very short time. Only just before you arrived, as a matter of fact.”

He says, “they're thinking it all out and they've been worrying, I think. One or two of them anyway,” he says.



And he looked at them and they looked at him and me and everyone's staring at each other, you know, and he says, “they're a bit concerned about the people on the other side.”


Cor ! And I remembered at that moment, I said, 'good gawd, I forgot all about them. Isn't that terrible to think that, you know, with all this happening,' I said, 'I completely forgot about 'em ?'

He says, “well, they will begin to realise one day,” he says. “But erm, you know, they tell me you can go back and see 'em if you want to.”


So I says, 'go back and see 'em ?'

So he says, “yes.”



And I said, 'does that mean you become a ghost then ? Course, that'd frighten my old woman out of her life.' You know.


So he says, “well, people say that but...” He says, “we can go back, you know.”


So I said, 'well, I'd like to go back and see my people and see how they're getting on.

Cor,' I said, 'I wonder if they've heard about my being dead ?' You know.

So he says, “well, they may not have heard yet. You know how slow they are letting things...you know, telling your relations and that. Besides,” he says, “if you want to go back, it can be arranged, you know.”

He says, “one of those fellows who's in charge here. He can probably arrange it and take you back.”

He says, “Course, it'll only make you miserable, I should think, 'cause.” he says, “you go back, but they don't take a blind bit of notice of you - and then what ?”



I said, 'that's funny, you talking about not taking any notice. I remember at the time,' I said, 'when...when I went over the top, I was racing with the rest of the boys towards the Germans,' I says, 'the Germans came running past me like mad, but didn't even see me.'

He says, “that's right. That's exactly what'll happen when you go back to Earth. No one'll see you. No one'll take any notice. You can go bang on the wife's door, if you've got a wife, or you can go and bang on the old Parson's door and he won't take a bloody bit of notice of you - because he's as blind as a bat, like the rest of them.”

So I said, 'cor, dear ! That's a bit much innit ? Not much point in going if they don't take any notice of you.'


So he says, “well,” he says, “you wait and see. Take things calmly, mate. You'll be alright.”


So I thought, 'well, I suppose I'd better do as I'm told. It's the best way innit ?' In any case, if you've been in the army for any length of time, you learn to do as you're told, otherwise you're in for it.'

So I thought, 'well, I'm in a funny predicament here. So the best thing's to keep your mouth shut and listen and say little,' you know.

Anyway, eventually the time came when this friend who'd brought me here, came over to me again and he says,“I want to show you something.”
 So I says, 'oh, alright, mate.'


So I went with him and we went outside and he took me down another street. There were houses there. Very attractive they was, with little balconies and flowers and, oh, beautiful flowers, I've never seen such flowers. And he took me down the end of this road and we came out to a big square. It was like a sort of street square, off a street, you see. And there was a big fountain playing in the middle. And I could hear music. Oh it was smashing ! Wonderful music it was. Beautiful music. And I thought, 'this is real nice.'



It reminded me of the old days when I used to sit in the park and listen to the band. But this band was something out of the...well, I was going to say out of this world...well it was. It was magnificent. Playing away there. Beautiful music. I didn't know what it was, but it was marvellous music. And I saw these instrumentalists sitting down and they looked real marvellous they did. The funny thing is they hadn't got uniforms on, they'd got this sort of robe business on.

And I thought, 'well, that looks very nice, but I might look odd in one of them outfits.'

But, 'anyway,' I thought, 'it's no good thinking about that now.' And I thought, 'what am I wearing now ?' and I looked and I was wearing a suit again and I thought, 'oh, yes that's right.'



And everything was going on all at the same time in my mind. I was proper sort of bewildered. Anyway, we sat down on a little bench under a beautiful tree, beautiful blossom on it, and I was listening to this music and, I was sort of, being really carried away and my friend said to me, “we often come here and listen to music. It's very pleasant isn't it ?'

I said, 'it's very nice.'

He said, “you'll find it very restful. You just sit there. I'll leave you there for a little while and I'll come back to you.”

So I thought, 'alright.'

So I just sat there and listened to this lovely music and I really enjoyed that. And um...oh dear, I am carrying on aren't I ?

Anyway I was sat there with me eyes closed, sort of listening to this very nice music. And then, all of a sudden, I had a sort of feeling that there was something...someone sitting next to me. And I opened my eyes and looked and there was a very beautiful lady. She was really beautiful. Beautiful blonde hair she had, fair. Very beautiful. She looked about nineteen or twenty and I was really sort of taken aback. And she says...er...she called me by name, that's right, and I thought, 'well, that's funny. She knows my name, but I don't know her.'


So she said, “are you finding it all very nice here ?”


So I says, 'very nice, thank-you. Er-Miss ?'


So she said, “you don't have to call me Miss.” She says. “Don't you know me ?”


So I says, 'no. I don't know you.'


She says, “my name is Lilly.”


So I says, 'Lilly ? I don't know no Lilly. Sorry,' I says, 'I don't want to appear rude, but I don't know you.'


She says, “you don't know me ? And yet” she says, “that's not surprising, in a way.”

She says, “but I'm your sister. I died when I was an infant.”



'Cor blimey,' I says. 'I remember my mother says...talking about a little girl that died when she was only a few days old or something, if I remember right.' I says, 'but you can't be her. You're grown up.'


So she says, “that's right. I'm your sister. I died when I was an infant and I've grown up over here.”


So I says, 'well, beats me.' I says, 'I'm very pleased to know you and I feel quite happy knowing you, but it's still very puzzling to me that you should be my sister, and I never knew her - oh, I mean...'


So she said, “oh, don't let that worry you.”

She says. “But I'm going to look after you now you're here.” And, er, she says, “you come with me and I'm going to take you home.”


I says, 'home ?'


She says, “yes, home.”


So I says, 'oh !'



Anyway, I went with her and she took me out of this square down a very broad avenue, lined with trees. And we branched off and then we went down a slope, and it seemed as if we were going outside the town altogether. And we went out into the countryside, down a beautiful country road and I could see in the distance some small houses dotted about here and there. Gradually we arrived at a small cottage place - that's the only way I can describe it. It was the nearest thing I'd seen, by the way, to, well, cottages and that, that I'd seen at home in England. And she, eventually stopped at a small place in its own little garden, with a little gate and a little porch to the door.

Plenty of lovely flowers, again, I noticed.
And we went in. And we went into this little place and off this little passageway on the left, I remember, was this little room - all very cosy and comfortable. Nice chairs. And I noticed there was no fireplace and I thought, 'oh well, that's odd.'


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Anyway, we sat there talking and she started talking about me mother and me father and brother, that I had still on Earth. And she said, she often went to see them and had been going to them - and me - when I was on Earth, from infancy, and that she had been with me all through the war years. And erm, she couldn't co...she wasn't with me when I actually died, but she got everything all ready for me. But erm, she knew I'd be coming and that I'd be brought and, anyway, there I was and I was going to live with her and she was going to look after me and I thought, 'oh, this is nice.'



Then I thought, 'well, I don't know, it's all so strange.' Anyway, I settled in and I stayed with my sister. And, perhaps I'd better come another time and tell you more about it from that point you see, 'cause the time...I'm told the time is up, you see.

GEORGE HOPKINS (A FARMER)


Green:

Can you give us any idea of how you passed over ?

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Hopkins:

Oh yes, I can soon tell you that. Well, I just had a stroke or seizure or heart attack or something of the sort. As a matter of fact I was in the harvesting. I felt a bit peculiar, I thought it was the sun and well, I sat down in the 'edge. As far as I was concerned I felt a bit drowsy and peculiar and must have dozed off.



But dear, oh dear, I had such a shock. I woke up, as I thought, and the sun had gone down and there was me - or at least what appeared to be me. I couldn't make it out at all, I was so puzzled. I just didn't know what to do. I tried to shake myself - if you can do such a thing – I...wake myself up, sort of thing. I thought, well this is funny, I must be dreaming. I tried to sort of get, you know, some sense out of meself. I tried to talk to meself, try and understand what had been going on. I thought this must be some sort of crazy sort of dream or something. I couldn't make head nor tail of it.



It never struck me at all that I was dead. Anyway I wondered what I am I going to do now. I don't know. Anyway I found myself walking, as I thought I was, I went along the road to the doctor's. I thought well, perhaps he can help me. Perhaps he can sort of, sort it all out, like, you know.



Anyway I got to the doctor's and I knocked on the door, but no one answered. I thought well, I shouldn't have thought he would have been out, because he had surgery hours. Then I saw people coming and going in the surgery door and I thought, I dunno, nobody seems to take any notice and I saw one or two of my old cronies. They all sort of seemed to walk through me almost, you might say. No one seemed to make any comment about me. Course, I don't know I thought well this is a funny how-de-do.'

Anyway I stood there for a bit trying to work it out. Then I saw someone hurrying down the road like mad to the doctor's. He got to the doctor's rushed in and pushed past me and everybody and next moment, I heard them talking about me. Which puzzled me. I thought what the hell's wrong with them ? I'm here. I heard them say I was dead !



The doctor went in his car up the road, and I thought 'well I don't know about dead. I can't be dead. I'm here. I can see what's going on, I can hear what they're talking about. How the hell can I be dead ?'



Then I thought to myself, that's funny, I saw myself lying down. I don't know, how can I be ? I mean you're dead and you're done for and you're in heaven or hell. I'm certainly not in heaven and not in hell. I mean I'm 'ere, listenin' to what they're talkin' about.' And of course, gradually I suppose it dawned on me that I must be dead.



Next thing, oh I dunno...anyway, next thing, I saw them picking up my body and bringing it back. Well I dunno, they put me in the chapel.



Oh dear, oh dear I thought, 'well this is the last straw. I must be dead. I thought, well I've heard about people dying and I've had it now haven't I ? I though to meself what shall I do now ? Nobody 'ere seems to know me, want me or have anything to do with me and yet I'm I suppose to be dead - I thought the best thing to do is to go and see the parson. He's sure to know something.' So I went up to the vicarage and I waited around and I saw him come in and sit at his desk. Another thing that struck me odd was that I noticed then, that nothing was solid. If I sat in a chair - in a sense I sat and yet I didn't - I didn't feel any weight under me.



Anyway, I saw the old parson and he came in and walked right past me, went down to his desk, started to write letters and doing things. And I started talking to him and he didn't take any notice and I thought, well I dunno, he's like the rest of them. I should have thought he'd know something. So I kept tapping him on the shoulder and once he turned round, as if he thought there was something there and I thought, 'oh I'm getting on a bit here,' so I tapped him again and he didn't take any notice.

Then he got up and sort of shook himself and I think he was shivering. Well, it wasn't cold and it was quite a decent sort of morning. I could see no reason why he should have felt cold. Anyway, I couldn't say, but he didn't seem to realise I was there at all. I thought well I dunno, I'm not getting anywhere here.

Anyway next thing I remember was that they was carrying my body down the old churchyard in a box and they put me there with the old lady - and it suddenly dawned on me about Poll, my wife, you see. I thought, 'That's funny. If I'm dead, I should be with her, I should have thought. And where is she ?'



Anyway I was standing there watching them putting this body of mine in the grave - oh I should have mentioned, I hadn't got no children and all my brothers and sisters had died - I was the really last one of the family. I had some cousins who probably went abroad, but anyway, there was no relations of mine there, there was one or two of my old friends were standing around there. And it suddenly dawned on me than that, where was my wife and why was I not with her ?



And anyway after this ceremony business, I was walking behind them, down the path, you know. Then there right in front of me, coming up towards me, was my wife - but not my wife as I'd known her in the last few years of her life, but as I first knew her, when she was a young girl. She looked beautiful, really beautiful.


And with her I could see one of my brothers who had died when he was, oh about seventeen or eighteen. Young, nice young boy he was, fair-haired, nice looking boy. There they were laughing and joking and coming up towards me. Oh and I felt so funny, you know. I thought well here I am and there they are, so I'm all right. They're sure to know what to do now, you know.



Anyway, my wife and brother they made a proper fuss of me, saying how sorry they were that they were late - and I said well, about 'late' - how do you know about time and all that, you know, so they said, “We knew you hadn't been too well, but we had no idea you that were coming as sudden as you were. But, we got the message, but we're sorry we couldn't get here quicker.”



I thought, 'that's odd. How the hell do they get about ?'

Course, I knew I'd got about, but as far as I was concerned, I seemed to be walking about same as I did before, except everything was much lighter. I didn't seem to have any heaviness of the body, and no more aches and pains like I used to have.

Anyway they started to try and explain things to me, but they wouldn't say too much. Because I'd got to get sort of adjusted and settled and you know, generally settled in like. So I said, 'you talk about settling in. Where the deuce do we settle in ? Nobody here seems to want to have anything to do with us, nobody seems to take any notice.'

So they said, “Oh, that's all right. Don't worry about them” and I told them about the parson, couldn't he do something ?



They said, “You don't want to go and see him. He's the last one to go and see. He knows less than some other people. You're alright, you come with us”

So I said, 'It's alright wanting to come with you - I want to come with you - but where do we go ?'

So they said, “We're going to take you to our home.”

So I said, 'Where's that ?'

They said, “Oh, we can't tell you exactly where it is, but we can take you there, and you'll soon realise its home all right. You'll recognise it.”



I said, 'How can I recognise it ? I've never been there.'

And they said, “Oh yes you have. Many a time when you've been asleep. As a matter of fact, you know it quite well.”

And I started to think, 'well I dunno, I don't remember. I used to have some odd dreams. Once or twice, I remember dreaming about a very pretty place with a lovely garden, and my old dog Rover was there, that died many years ago. I remember I used to think that was just dreaming.'

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They said, “No, that wasn't dreaming, that was you. (unintelligible) with us when you was asleep. When your body was asleep your Spirit was free, and you could travel and be with us, see ?”

So, I said, 'Well it all sounds very nice, I must say.'

Then they said, “Don't you realise that you're different ?”



I said, 'Well, I feel different. I don't feel old. I don't seem to have the old aches and pains like I used to.'

And they said, “have you seen yourself ?”

So I said no - I never thought of that - I said, 'strangely enough, I haven't seen myself.'

So they said, “Well, come on we'll show you.” and I thought, 'this is going to be interesting, to see myself.'

I thought, well, I could look in a mirror couldn't I ? And they said, “oh no, not in a mirror...”

So they took me to, what appeared to be, a very beautiful place, with a lovely setting, lovely scenery and beautiful houses. More country-fied than town-fied.

And they took me to one, in a very beautiful field and it was just the same little place that I had dreamed of - or thought I had dreamed about.

And there I was, as I was in my dreams some years ago. I remember vividly once, waking up about, early hours of the morning remembering this, and I thought 'well this is an odd do !'



But it was exactly the same. There was my old dog, racing about there and wagging his tail, jumping up and down. And I thought, well, well, this is something this is. Then I opened the door, went in and there was a congregation.

I should think there were about a dozen or more right there, people I had known. Another brother of mine, a sister, my wife's people...they were all there, pleased and welcoming me and making a fuss of me.

And telling me all about their own lives. In fact there was so much noise going on, chattering and talking, all at the same time, the dog was barking. It was a real home-coming. Then they'd got a nice old spread for me. You'd be surprised.'



Then suddenly, I thought well, 'I shouldn't have thought they had cups of tea over here and sat down and ate things !'

They said,“Oh yes, at first. I should imagine perhaps you don't expect it, but it's something you have been used to and we like to make you feel at home.

And we provide these things for you and it helps to get you settled down. Anyway, you're going to be alright now. You've got Poll and the dog and us. We'll keep in touch with you and come and see you and help you.”



And I suddenly realised that I could see myself, I know this sounds odd. But I could see myself - not as I used to see myself in the mirror - but I could see myself as myself for the first time.

I was conscious of myself as I really was - not as I appeared, but as I am, as I was, you know. (Unintelligible) to realise that everything is there, inside you. You don't have to look outside you for it, it's there.

That's the important view. The real person inside, not what you look like in the mirror or what your friends think of you or know you as, what you really are, you see ?

Oh I had a proper time I can tell you and I said to everybody, 'Well it's so wonderful, I don't know what to say. I certainly don't know what to do.' And they said, “Well don't say anything, don't do anything for a time. Just relax and enjoy yourself and rest and get over this, sort of, shock of, well, passing over, as you call it.”

And I said, 'well what I don't understand is, it's all so natural, all so real. Here you all are, all the people I've loved, all the people that meant so much to me in my life, all here waiting to receive me and make me happy and settled and content.

And I said, 'there's all those people down there, people that I've known and people that I'd have thought would have had at least something - particularly the parson.' I said, 'I know I wasn't a good church-goer, I didn't go regular, I never felt somehow the need perhaps that I should have done, but, he doesn't seem to know anything.

He doesn't seem to be able to tell anyone anything, he doesn't seem to be able to comfort anyone very much. What's wrong ?'



And they said, “Well, you mustn't blame the poor old parson. He's doing the best that he can, under perhaps difficult circumstances. But you see, they just haven't got the right end of the stick.”

Then they started to tell me that it's just that they close their eyes to the realities of spirit as we know it and he's prejudiced, in his own strange kind of way. He's got this weird idea that somehow, that only the so-called good are going to be called up into heaven and eventually they'll return to Earth to dwell on Earth in physical bodies.


Well that made me laugh. He said, “You know sometimes, that some of them, especially your parson, he really believes that all those bodies in his churchyard, one day are gonna open and everyone's coming out. All the skeletons are gonna put on flesh and they're going to walk about and inherit the Earth. He really believes that.”



And I said, 'Well I never believed that tosh when I was there.' I mean, it just didn't make sense to me. And they said,

“No, but that's what he preaches. Course there're a lot of them are more broad-minded than him. He's the old-fashioned sort. A lot of them are more advanced now, but very few know about communication or 'life after death' as such.

They accept the fact, or the possibility of the fact - the realisation, as it were - of life after death, but of course they won't have this communication lark at all, you know.

As a matter of fact, one or two of us have been to what we call meetings or circles or seances and we've made touch - you know, got through like, got messages over. But they're very few and far between they are you know. Very few Mediums that you can really make any contact with or do much good.”

But as for the Church - well, it's a pity, but they've lost the reality of it all, you know. To them, it's something that all happened two thousand years ago and well, didn't ever happen since. They live in the past, and they don't realise the present and the future is all the same really.

There's no such thing as time, I was told. It's all an illusion. I began to realise that quick enough. Time is non-existent really. And I thought, well I'd like to get back and have a few words. Perhaps I can tell a few stories and help a bit, you know.

So I thought, 'well I've been here several times and I know you make these here gramophone recording things. You play 'em to people.' Well, I thought it would be of interest to some, you know. After all, everyone's got a story to tell haven't they - whether they're high-falutin and progressed and all that, or not ?

Greene:

“[Do the animals] have a higher degree of consciousness now - the ones you're dealing with ? Do they understand you ?'



Hopkins:

'Oh yes. When one's on Earth, one is inclined to underestimate the intelligence cattle have got. They're intelligent, a lot of animals you know. Of course I did kill animals for food, [but] there are so many other forms of food that one can eat and live on.


And in any case, I don't think it's a good thing to eat the putrefied flesh of animals. I don't see that it can be of any real good to a human being. And after all, I think an animal has its right to life as much as man.



You see I think it's difficult for you people to realise that our world - certainly on the vibration of life of which I live on - is very real, very natural. Here there's beauty in every shape and form. We have the countryside, we have the lakes and rivers.

We have great beauty in many different ways. We have flowers, birds and all sorts of things that you associate with nature, excepting perhaps what one might call the lesser forms. I've never seen things like ants, although there is a great intelligence on your side with ants, but I've never seen them here. I've never seen insects, as such.

I have seen beautiful birds - extremely beautiful birds. But as far as I'm concerned, there are certain aspects of nature, as you understand it, that don't seem to exist here. Whether they exist on another sphere...you see, I've come to the conclusion that there are all these different spheres, or states of being.


And as one progresses from one to another, things which once were vital or important or essential or necessary, gradually disappear according to your needs and according to your outlook and understanding.



Things which were important perhaps on one sphere of your life - or activity, you might say - no longer exist or have a need for one another. I think that it's feasible that, on the higher spheres certain aspects of life change so considerably, that it would be hardly be recognisable to some, as life in the same sense.

I've been told, I don't know this, but I've been told that for the very highly advanced souls, it isn't necessary, in fact, they don't feel the need to have bodies...of course that's something I can't understand.



But they say that when you become very highly advanced, you cease to have the need for a body, and you cease to exist in shape. Of course I don't understand that at all. It baffles me. But no doubt if I ever reach that stage it may be that I shall then understand it.



You see we can only understand and appreciate what we're ready to receive. That's why, when you tell a lot of people about this, and you play these records and then people listen, then some say, 'oh yes, it sounds very interesting' and others say 'what a lot of piffle.' But obviously they will.

Because there are some people they're so materially-minded, they're so tied up with material things, they can't think beyond material things at all - they're so wrapped up in pounds, shillings and pence. If they're so wrapped up in all the things appertaining to your side of life, they can't grasp anything of a spiritual nature.

Excellent and fantastic, and TRUE.

A good source for literally thousands of these accounts describing the afterlife by those who have been there is www.nderf.org.

What we call death is a graduation back to our real, previous lives as immortal, powerful beings.

What we believe as humans is completely irrelevant to our graduation.

The idea that you must be “saved” by some white man named ‘Jesus’, or Arab man named ‘Muhammed’ is a lie and imperialist/colonialist scam.

We ALL are immortal beings and do not need ‘saving’ by anyone.

You don’t even need to ‘believe in God’ to transit to the afterlife. It’s a process as natural as birth itself.

Actually it’s more natural than birth…

The idea of hellfire is a scam.

If you commit evil acts as a human, your conscience becomes your judge in the afterlife.

Your conscience is HIGHLY activated in that realm, unlike here, such that it can feel like mental torture there, if you committed atrocities on Earth.

That’s the only ‘hell’. Your conscience.

You will feel the mental hurt you caused others as if it was happening to you.

So if say you murdered someone, you would feel the combined pain of all those who knew and loved that person, etc…

If you were a kidnapper or an embezzler of public funds, you will feel the impact of your actions on all those who were affected by what you did.

These are familiar spirits beware. They are demon spirits sent to decieve people.

Steep:
These are familiar spirits beware. They are demon spirits sent to decieve people.

The real demon is the demon in your bible that promises to roast people in fire for eternity for not falling down to worship him.

The fake English/Roman demon you call ‘Jesus’.

Brainwashed person.

jazzman7711:
Excellent and fantastic, and TRUE.

A good source for literally thousands of these accounts describing the afterlife by those who have been there is www.nderf.org.

What we call death is a graduation back to our real, previous lives as immortal, powerful beings.

What we believe as humans is completely irrelevant to our graduation.

The idea that you must be “saved” by some white man named ‘Jesus’, or Arab man named ‘Muhammed’ is a lie and imperialist/colonialist scam.

We ALL are immortal beings and do not need ‘saving’ by anyone.

You don’t even need to ‘believe in God’ to transit to the afterlife. It’s a process as natural as birth itself.

Actually it’s more natural than birth…

The idea of hellfire is a scam.

If you commit evil acts as a human, your conscience becomes your judge in the afterlife.

Your conscience is HIGHLY activated in that realm, unlike here, such that it can feel like mental torture there, if you committed atrocities on Earth.

That’s the only ‘hell’. Your conscience.

You will feel the mental hurt you caused others as if it was happening to you.

So if say you murdered someone, you would feel the combined pain of all those who knew and loved that person, etc…

If you were a kidnapper or an embezzler of public funds, you will feel the impact of your actions on all those who were affected by what you did.

True talk, if only people could get rid of the idea of a God throwing people to literal fire for eternity.

Steep:
These are familiar spirits beware. They are demon spirits sent to decieve people.

Then, these are paradoxical demonic spirits preaching love and service and teaching us to be mindful of our actions because what we sow is what we will reap.

justlove91:


Then, these are paradoxical demonic spirits preaching love and service and teaching us to be mindful of our actions because what we sow is what we will reap.

The devil can appear as an angel of light, his aim is to decieve people.

Steep:
The devil can appear as an angel of light, his aim is to decieve people.

Why do you think they're demonic spirits?
Didn't your bible say by their fruit you shall know them? What will be the fruit of the whole world following these spirits' message of love and service?

justlove91:


Why do you think they're demonic spirits?
Didn't your bible say by their fruit you shall know them? What will be the fruit of the whole world following these spirits' message of love and service?

There is false love which is just appealing to human emotion and justifying Erroneous believe. Those spirit are distorting the gospel by their lies, the gospel teaches that human beings are sinners that need to be saved and that salvation is found only through faith in Jesus Christ without this humans would be thrown into hell.
These spirits are simply passing a message that by just doing good works, you will be fine, this is deception.
If you want me to explain to you why service and showing love cannot save anyone, I will explain to you.

Steep:
There is false love which is just appealing to human emotion and justifying Erroneous believe. Those spirit are distorting the gospel by their lies, the gospel teaches that human beings are sinners that need to be saved and that salvation is found only through faith in Jesus Christ without this humans would be thrown into hell.
These spirits are simply passing a passage that of just doing good works and you will be fine, this is deception.
If you want me to explain to you why service and showing love cannot save anyone, I will explain to you.

You do realise the bible is just one book out of hundreds of so called holy books saying different things , so why should I care what the bible says especially when what it says doesn't make sense.

It makes sense that God should care about ones love and service than ones belief system which is often determined by ones birth place.

It made no moral sense at all that people like Gandhi will born in hell forever while some criminal can just accept Jesus on his death bed and go to heaven, that is just a shitty system for a God to device.

justlove91:


You do realise the bible is just one book out of hundreds of so called holy books saying different things , so why should I care what the bible says especially when what it says doesn't make sense.

It makes sense that God should care about ones love and service than ones belief system which is often determined by ones birth place.

It made no moral sense at all that people like Gandhi will born in hell forever while some criminal can just accept Jesus on his death bed and go to heaven, that is just a shitty system for a God to device.

The bible provides evidence through the life, death and resurrection of Jesus Christ.
Our human belief systems are flawed, It makes sense that a perfect God accept nothing short of perfection.
Let me give you an example, if someone gives you a glass of very clean water but then added a pinch of poo into it, would you drink that water?
No matter how perfect we think we are yet we are still tinted by sin and hence cannot be accepted by a perfectly holy God that is why we need atonement through a perfect sacrifice but we humans love the idea of a god that can accept our imperfection on the guise of our good works.
It makes moral sense for a holy God to reject sin no matter how small we think the sin is.
Jesus Christ gives his righteousness to those that recieved him while he took their sin and died on the cross for them, so God see a perfect righteousness on the sinner that accept christ and imperfect righteousness on Gandhi or the man that do accept the messiah but go by his or her righteousness.

Steep:
The bible provides evidence through the life, death and resurrection of Jesus Christ.
Our human belief systems are flawed, It makes sense that a perfect God accept nothing short of perfection.
Let me give you an example, if someone gives you a glass of very clean water but then added a pinch of poo into it, would you drink that water?
No matter how perfect we think we are yet we are still tinted by sin and hence cannot be accepted by a perfectly holy God that is why we need atonement through a perfect sacrifice but we humans love the idea of a god that can accept our imperfection on the guise of our good works.
It makes moral sense for a holy God to reject sin no matter how small we think the sin is.
Jesus Christ gives his righteousness to those that recieved him while he took their sin and died on the cross for them, so God see a perfect righteousness on the sinner that accept christ and imperfect righteousness on Gandhi or the man that do accept the messiah but go by his or her righteousness.

What you write is wrong on many levels, even the man made system will not allow you to use somone else's degree as your own to get a job.
In a very corrupt human society a stark illiterate can use someone else's degree to get a job but what everyone will see is his incompetence in handling the job.

And this is exactly what we see with Christians, they claim to have the righteousness of Jesus but were unable to display christ-like qualities. They want us to believe that the instance you accept Jesus, you immediately have his perfect righteousness, but we don't see this play out in the character of this "newly perfected person". Christians still struggle with sins like everybody else, many even revert to their old ways. How can a person with God's very own perfect righteousness turn and become imperfect again??

As a God you can't create imperfect beings and expect perfection from them within the short human life span. Seeing that he is not getting the result he desires, he thinks the best thing to do is paint these beings over with his righteousness through their faith in Jesus, but it's like painting a base metal over with gold, it may look shining but at its core it's still a base metal.

What these spirits teach is that we must be perfect before we can be in the very presence of God. But unlike your God that decides to use Ojoro to get this end result by painting people over with his righteousness, these spirits teach that we have eternity to develop ourselves till we reach "perfection".

They teach that their are innumerable number planes of existence from the deepest and darkest plane to the highest and brightest plane. After death, you find yourself in a plane in which your soul development fits you.
But one is not stuck eternally in a plane but one can progress gradually through immense number of planes above the one in which one is currently in till you reach "the throne of God".

And when you develop through these immense number of planes till you reach the highest, you will know the righteousness you have is your hard earned righteousness not a paint job but a real transmutation of base metal into gold.

Tell me, is this not a more reasonable system for an intelligent God to device instead of the wuru wuru paint over system you're trying to preach to me?? Is it not??

justlove91:


What you write is wrong on many levels, even the man made system will not allow you to use somone else's degree as your own to get a job.
In a very corrupt human society a stark illiterate can use someone else's degree to get a job but what everyone will see is his incompetence in handling the job.

Wrong analogy, people do will their properties to their children even unborn or even to strangers, without they contributing a dime to it.

, A judge does not set a criminal free base on his merits, justice demands that a criminal must face the consequences of his actions. Justice demands that every single wrong or bad actions you made that you bear the consequences, God's gift of righteousness is not like degrees of certificates that can not create change, God's righteousness transforms the believer this is what it means to be born again.

And this is exactly what we see with Christians, they claim to have the righteousness of Jesus but were unable to display christ-like qualities. They want us to believe that the instance you accept Jesus, you immediately have his perfect righteousness, but we don't see this play out in the character of this "newly perfected person". Christians still struggle with sins like everybody else, many even revert to their old ways. How can a person with God's very own perfect righteousness turn and become imperfect again??

Yes a Christian struggles like everyone but yet he experiences growth through the transformation of the holy Spirit.

As a God you can't create imperfect beings and expect perfection from them within the short human life span. Seeing that he is not getting the result he desires, he thinks the best thing to do is paint these beings over with his righteousness through their faith in Jesus, but it's like painting a base metal over with gold, it may look shining but at its core it's still a base metal.

God never, created humans imperfect human beings are fallen creatures. No God is not painting human beings but he is changing them from the inside out, however this change can only come purely by his power and humans submitting to him. His God's righteousness does not just cover but it changes.
2 Corinthians 5:17 Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.

What these spirits teach is that we must be perfect before we can be in the very presence of God. But unlike your God that decides to use Ojoro to get this end result by painting people over with his righteousness, these spirits teach that we have eternity to develop ourselves till we reach "perfection".

what does devils are not telling you is that a leopard cannot change his skin however he tries. Even if you are given eternity, you remain an imperfect being, your sins will remain with you. That means for all eternity you will be separated from God as long as you are imperfect, that my friend is terrible.

They teach that their are innumerable number planes of existence from the deepest and darkest plane to the highest and brightest plane. After death, you find yourself in a plane in which your soul development fits you.
But one is not stuck eternally in a plane but one can progress gradually through immense number of planes above the one in which one is currently in till you reach "the throne of God".

that your god must be insane, what kind of God expect orange from a mango tree? Expecting imperfect humans to produce perfection is like expecting orange from mango tree.

God's word says after death then the judgment. Remember, your sins, your lies, stealing, fornication, adultery, pride and all evil you have done all through you life follows you.

And when you develop through these immense number of planes till you reach the highest, you will know the righteousness you have is your hard earned righteousness not a paint job but a real transmutation of base metal into gold.

I don't think you understand yourself, as long as you have ever done evil, you can never be righteous. When you commit a crime for example a sex offender your record is forever tainted as a sex offender.

Tell me, is this not a more reasonable system for an intelligent God to device instead of the wuru wuru paint over system you're trying to preach to me?? Is it not??

A reasonable system is a just system that does not let people off the hook who commits crime.
As long as you have done bad things with an atonement that record forever remains with you and the penalty is separation from God in hell.