When the ferry that travels among the San Juan Islands approaches Friday Harbor, it does so with the bow. But when it departs, the bow of the ferry becomes the stern. It has two captains — one at each end.
In January of 2015, I was in the Lower Underworld for five weeks. In August of 2019, I began a journey in the “Upper Heavens” for five weeks.
To my great surprise these two opposites were the same. During the Upper World experiences, I remained conscious of the world around me, but became such a stranger to it, that I could hardly function. In a state of great mental confusion, I could see eternity, but hardly knew the difference between day and night — they merged until there was no difference. I have yet to learn the many lessons of this experience as heaven became hell (the bow became the stern). It may be a situation that Hell is when Heaven leaves…