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New Beyond the Light
New Beyond the Light
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If you were embarking on a journey and knew of a person that had traveled the same territory and documented essential information, important insights, effective processes, unusual occurrences, and amusing and amazing stories, you'd want to see her notes. "New Beyond the Light (Journeying Deeper) is a companion to "New Beyond It All (Insights on Transformation" and "New Beyond the Sky (Opening to Greater Knowing)." The book is the creation of an "explorer in awareness" who records her insights and adventures for the benefit of others.

This collection of dozens of articles and essays was created to share useful information in an entertaining fashion. The experiences she describes illustrate a broad range of concepts that are conveyed in an accessible and engaging manner. Delving into this book opens you to an array of possibilities: magic, mysteries, and practical wisdom.

The essays in this book include: Changing the Past, The Lesson of the Lima Beans, Recognizing Authority Beliefs, Breaking the Habit of Not Being Yourself, Ordering Up the Weather, Dark Night of the Walking Dead, The Genesis of War, The Edge of the Cliff, The Truth in the Maze, and Watering the Weeds.

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PublisherAlexi Paulina
Release dateOct 26, 2013
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New Beyond the Light
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Alexi Paulina

Alexi Paulina is a writer, editor, songwriter, singer, and speaker who has studied personal growth, health, and metaphysics all her life. Her early interest in science and spirituality led to a lifelong investigation of the nature of reality and fascination with moving beyond the limits of conventional beliefs. Alexi gives presentations on personal transformation and shifting consciousness. Alexi's ebooks do not require an ebook reader and can be read on any computer or mobile device (as well as any ebook reader). For computers, choose the EPUB or PDF format. The EPUB format is much nicer and includes the front cover and table of contents. If you don't have the Adobe Digital Editions software that enables you to read EPUB files, download it for free at http://www.adobe.com/products/digital-editions/download.html.

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    New Beyond the Light - Alexi Paulina

    Introduction

    This book is a collection of articles and essays I wrote in 2013. The impetus for this writing was to convey information I have acquired and assimilated from a wide range of sources, supported by my intuitive knowledge, demonstrated through experience, and communicated in an entertaining fashion. This book could be considered a sequel to New Beyond It All (Insights on Transformation) and New Beyond the Sky (Opening to Greater Knowing), but it isn't necessary to read those books first.

    The articles are arranged into chapters for ease of reference, but it matters not in which order you read them. They are largely in chronological order. The creation date (year and month) of each article is listed in parentheses after the chapter title, in year-month format (for instance, 2013-10 is October 2013). Dates within the articles are listed in year-month-day format (for example, 2013-10-01 is October 1, 2013).

    Everything I have written here is the truth – as seen through my eyes, of course, but not slanted to make me appear different from the way I am (or was, at the time I authored the piece).

    In some cases, minor adjustments have been made to conceal a person's identify; generally these are pseudonyms or initials used in place of names. In instances where a person's real name has been used, either they are a public figure or they gave me permission to use their name. I have a policy in my writing of not sharing publicly anything that would affect another person in a detrimental way. So, if someone ends up being featured in my writing, they can be assured that (metaphorically speaking) there will be a black bar over their eyes.

    The essays in this book are meant to serve as a travel guide to others on the journey of discovering their true nature. It is analogous to wanting to move from one region to another, in the days before there were paved roads. If you knew of others that had already traveled there, you would want to see their maps, hear about their experiences, and pick up any tips they could offer. You might start out using their route and make adjustments as necessary (perhaps finding an entirely new route that worked better for you), but having some guidance to start with would be valuable. Consider this book as a travel guide.

    ~~~

    Chapter 1: Changing the Past (2013-01)

    Those that have availed themselves of Jane Roberts's Seth material and other such teachings may be familiar with the idea that neither the past nor the future is fixed. There is an infinite number of probable scenarios and we align with only one of them, experiencing it as our physical reality. In truth, everything is happening from the present moment, with both the past and the future an array of probabilities. With past events, typically everyone involved agrees on the basic facts – but not always.

    My most profound example of a shift that changed the past in a very physical way involves my brother's Matchbox car collection. When we were kids, he had an extensive collection of Matchbox cars that he kept in pristine condition. In his teens he lost interest in collecting the cars and gave the whole collection to our younger cousin, who lived less than a quarter mile from us. I remember the two big cases of Matchbox cars being brought to my cousin's house, and I often would see my cousin playing with the cars, crashing them into each other. This was normal behavior for a child, but it bothered me that the cars were being damaged. Not only did I notice this happening numerous times, these memories surfaced in my mind regularly for the next few decades.

    In 2003 I received an email from my brother in which he offhandedly mentioned that he was glad he had kept his Matchbox car collection because his sons now were old enough to appreciate it. For a moment, I was both astounded and confused – how could this be? Then, I remembered the nature-of-reality concepts that explain that both our future and our past are changeable. Apparently, when my brother had his two boys, he unconsciously changed his mind about the decision to give away the car collection and aligned with an alternate probability. In 2013 he verified that he still has his Matchbox car collection, which neither of his boys was particularly interested in. Also, it is notable that my brother holds largely conventional beliefs. Apparently, believing that it is possible to change one's past is not a requirement doing so!

    Having physical evidence to substantiate an apparent discrepancy is valuable. In 2005-09, at a meeting of a metaphysical discussion group, one of the other members and I discovered that we had been to presentations of the same workshop, one week apart, in 2001-06. The workshop had been offered in two locations in Colorado on the first two Saturdays in June. I had done extensive research and planning to decide which date would be best for me and three of my friends, one of whom was present at the group meeting and verified that it had been a one-day seminar.

    The woman in the discussion group said she not only was certain that the seminar had been held on both Saturday and Sunday, on each weekend, she had the cassette tapes to prove it! Unfortunately, she was unable to find the tapes. Although sharing ideas on such concepts was the basis for our group, this woman could not fathom that she could have experienced a different past than my friends and I did. I suspect that the reason she could not find the tapes was that her rational mind could not have handled having physical proof of this concept.

    These are but two examples of the flexibility of the past; many other people have reported similar experiences. The implications of this idea are extraordinary - the past is flexible, not fixed! In most cases we all agree on past events, but not always.

    Skeptics undoubtedly could find 57 ways to discount any of these accounts of altering the past. My response would be, Knock yourselves out!The true power is not held by those with the most money, professional accomplishments, or social status. Far greater power is in knowing that we can – and do, sometimes seamlessly – change things formerly believed to be completely unchangeable.

    ~~~

    Chapter 2: The Camouflage of Altruism (2013-01)

    A friend called to tell me he'd had a revelation regarding a project he has been working on for the past nine months. He had thought his primary motivation for the endeavor was altruistic: to create an information-technology application that would help expand people's awareness of the nature of consciousness. Certainly, he wasn't doing it for the money. As with any idea, the possibility exists that it might become very popular and therefore lucrative, but the chances of that happening are slim. What my friend realized was that his strongest motivation for creating the application was not to help humanity – it was to draw a group of like-minded people that he would enjoy interacting with.

    I congratulated my friend for his self-honesty. Not long ago, I did the same thing: I questioned myself regarding my motivation for conveying my ideas in an abundance of written material and planning to share it in talks and interviews. Doing the writing itself is a form of self-expression; organizing, editing, and formatting the verbiage into electronic books is a lot of work. At least presently, I could make exponentially more money in a conventional job, or by using the time I spend on my own writing to do work for clients.

    Clearly, I do not want to become the next New Age guru! The idea of anyone putting me on a pedestal gives me the creeps, and is in fact the antithesis of my message. So, why am I doing this?

    My theme of exploration as a soul essence, in all my lifetimes on Earth, is achieving freedom – breaking out of limitations that appear to be external but actually are self-imposed. The present shift in human consciousness is the greatest opportunity for achieving freedom that we've ever had. Throughout my life, I have availed myself of an extensive array of cutting-edge material on topics that range from conscious creation to quantum mechanics to health and wellness to conspiracy-truth revelation ideas. I've combined the information with my own experiences and insights in a way that is unique. Out of all the material I've heard and read, I have found no one with a perspective like mine. I feel a responsibility to share my insights with the world, so others can benefit from what I know. This is altruistic, is it not?

    It seems so, on the surface. Yet the truth is that I want this freedom for myself! And, I want to take as many of my friends (in a broad definition of that term) with me as possible. By serving the world, I am helping myself. By helping myself, I am serving the world. The energy goes both ways – but this is not altruism, which by definition expresses selflessness.

    The realizations my friend and I had regarding our true motivations is valuable for a number of reasons. In addition to deepening our self-awareness, it makes us much less likely to try to exploit people. I cannot count the number of times that a person involved in a New Age type of endeavor has asked (in several cases, demanded) that I devote my talent, time, and energy to their idea or project, with no offer to compensate me fairly, if at all. The assumption is that, because they are engaged in an endeavor that is helping the world, others should freely donate their skills and energy.

    What these folks are blind to is the fact that, underlying the good they may intend for the world, they are doing the project for their own reasons! Very likely, these reasons are not shared by the individuals they are making demands upon.

    The most outrageous of these situations involved a man who wanted me (and any other writers he could snare) to anonymously write articles for him on conspiracy-truth revelation topics. He would be the only one whose name was revealed to the public. In addition to the actual writing, each article would involve a substantial amount of research, yet this man was willing to pay only a very nominal fee for each piece. My impression was that his true motivation was not to bring people the truth, but to feed his sense of self-importance. I plan to donate 10 percent of any profits I receive to help support the work of spiritual healers, he declared. My response was, why not use it to pay your writers?

    Ironically, camouflaging one's true motivations with the façade of altruism can lead to its antithesis: exploitation.

    ~~~

    Chapter 3: Turning the Other Cheek (2013-01)

    If someone strikes you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also, is a Biblical quote attributed to Jesus and interpreted in various ways.

    My version of the adage would be, Turn the other cheek – but only if you genuinely feel like it.

    In a literal representation of that idea, on 1999-06-21 I was bitten by a dog on my right butt cheek. Finishing a run on a hot Indiana afternoon, I was passing a house a few doors away from mine when a medium size, wiry-haired dog started chasing me. Then, he leaped up and bit me on the derriere! His teeth broke my skin, but (I quickly determined) not deeply enough to require stitches. The dog's owner, who had been getting her mail, was extremely upset. He has never bitten anyone before! she wailed, adding that the dog had been acting out for the past few months, starting when she and her husband had brought home their new baby.

    The oddest thing about the situation was my almost total lack of a reaction. I am reasonably certain that my pulse rate did not even rise! I asked the woman if the dog's rabies shots and such were up to date, and she assured me that they were. In our brief conversation, my intuition told me that the dog eventually was going to bite someone – and better my butt than a child's face. Now that she knew such a thing was a possibility, the woman said, she would be much more careful when the dog was around people. I told her that I would clean and bandage the wound at home and didn't feel it required any more attention than that. To say that the woman was relieved would be an understatement. When she saw the dog attack my derriere, there must have been visions of hospital visits, lawsuits, and euthanized dogs running through her mind.

    In an interesting twist, a couple of hours later I was chatting with a friend who was telling me about a challenging situation in his job. Be careful about that, I advised him. Just when you think it's okay, it could jump up and bite you on the butt.

    Did you hear what you just said? he laughed, as I looked down toward my bandage and realized that figures of speech sometimes can manifest literally. In the next couple of weeks, the wound (which was in the shape of a large hook) healed well, leaving a red mark that faded completely over time.

    A similar case of my non-reaction occurred in 2002-02 in Colorado, when a server in a restaurant spilled a large glass of ice water all over me. It was a cold winter day and my clothes were soaked, but I never felt even a flash of anger. I was with a friend, and both of us made light of the situation. These jeans really did need washing, I joked. The server was, it turned out, a 16-year-old who had just started the job the previous day. She had been terrified that she was going to screw up something. Now, the worst had happened, and things turned out fine. My friend and I helped wipe up the water, enjoyed our meal, chatted with the girl, and left her a 20-percent tip.

    It both of these cases it felt like I had, on some level beyond the conscious mind, agreed to play a role that helped someone. It wasn't that I felt upset and just decided to be a nice person and act agreeable. I did not feel angry, upset, violated, or any of the other things a person might feel when attacked by a dog or doused with ice water.

    I am aware that a major factor for me is intent. If I perceive that a person did something by accident, I respond much differently than I do to a deliberate act. In a case of the latter, in 1994-05, a girl the same age as the restaurant server (but with a much different attitude) allowed her dog to relieve himself on the front lawn of my townhouse. The girl lived with her family in the house to my left, and I saw her stop unloading groceries to watch her dog decorate my lawn. I allowed her a couple of hours to clean it up. When she didn't, I scooped it up in a trowel and deposited it squarely in the middle of the welcome mat on their front step. It was the last time that dog visited my lawn.

    In the winter, the girl's mother, apparently not wanting to shovel the snow from her own parking space, parked in my spot instead. To encourage her not to do that again, I was planning to go out that night and pour hot water over her door locks so they would freeze. A friend talked me out of my plan. Interestingly, the next morning, both door locks on the woman's car were frozen anyway – and no one else's were.

    It seems to be a dichotomy that sometimes I effortlessly turn the other cheek, while at other times I seek vengeance. It is even stranger that my intent for retribution sometimes is enough to cause it to manifest. Another dog-bite incident, which also occurred when was I was jogging, happened early one November morning when I was 13 years old. A German shepherd chased me and then sunk his teeth into my left shin, biting hard enough to create lacerations through my jeans. I screamed bloody murder, which apparently alerted the dog's owners to call it back to the house, but no one came out to see if I was okay. I ran the mile back home on my hurting leg, cleaned and bandaged the wound, and told no one. If my mother had known what happened, she would have forbid me to go running anymore, so I took my chances that I might have contracted rabies.

    The wounds healed, the deepest one leaving a scar. Still angry that the dog's owners had not come out to help me, I concocted scenarios in my mind in which I returned to the house in the middle of the night and threw rocks through the windows. I knew I never would do such a thing, but it felt good to imagine it.

    About a year later, I was walking by that house and noticed that a sign had been posted promising a reward for information related to the vandalism of the property. To my

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