Dying to Get There: . . . a True Story . . . . . . a Detailed Account of a Death Journey . . . .

By Comrie Palmer

At six years of age, Comrie Palmer was pronounced dead at the Hotel Dieu Hospital
when her heart failed after surgery. Thirty-six years later, she died again, for twenty-three minutes, also from heart failure. This is Comries account of the latter amazing death journey. You will discover a different perspective on how to live your life after reading her detailed experience. Her description is so vivid that you can sense it.

The Cosmic Mind zapped into her brain, penetrating it with a deep knowledge and understanding of things that Comrie knew nothing about beforehand. The experience transformed her as her intellect level skyrocketed.

In this incredible recollection of her experience, Comrie Palmer delves deep into the Ceremony of Dying while sharing with us a Formula for Living. This is a thought-provoking testimony that will have you pondering your own lifes actions.

And you will discover that when love manifests, you receive the benefits.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Sep 20, 2011
• ISBN: 9781452537528

Comrie Palmer

COMRIE PALMER Born September 16, 1932 First Death Experience at age 6 in 1938 Second Death Experience at age 42 on October 9, 1974

Book preview

contents

acknowledgements

prologue

Part One

one

two

three

four

Part Two

five

six

seven

eight

nine

ten

eleven

twelve

thirteen

fourteen

fifteen

Part Three

sixteen

ten years later

Part Four

seventeen

epilogue

letters

about the author

Author’s Note:

This book is not intended to offend. Should the opinions written here in any way oppose your beliefs, please remember that this was my experience, and therefore my ideas. No offence is intended, nor is any of my story based on anyone other than myself. I have related my experience as it happened to me. Comrie Palmer

I dedicate this book to my dearest friend Uschi who has always believed in me.

And to my family who were sleeping

as I took my journey,

I wish you love

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Duke and Samson

And a special and sincere thank you to my first born son, Joel Baldwin, who has always encouraged me with my writing, and with the varied projects I have taken on over these past years. It is a mother’s blessing when her son is proud of her.

It was Joel’s dog Duke who played a major role on my journey.

acknowledgements

Christopher Hanna, encouraged me at the beginning of writing this book. Christopher was a student-come-friend in Canada who died in his early 30’s.

Hernan Bustamante, was my assistant-come-friend in Peru who died in his late 20‘s. He wanted me to publish this in Spanish.

Jeff Green, an accomplished author, with his books translated into many languages, known primarily for his book on Pluto, encouraged me to complete my work. After my initial writing, I arranged to meet with Jeff at an outside table at Moevenpick in Switzerland to show him my manuscript. I was stopping over there on my way home from South Africa, and he was stopping on his way through to Russia from the USA. He inspired me to finish my manuscript.

Joan Reid gave me her Durban South Africa penthouse apartment to live in while I wrote a major portion of this book. She wanted to go to Australia for a long stay, so it worked for her too, and was simply glorious for me. It was high on the Berea overlooking the Bay and was the entire top floor of the building, a roof garden to the East for breakfast, to the West for cocktails.

And a special thank you to my second son Gavin Baldwin, who has always encouraged me with my writing through the years.

All of you, have helped me in different ways.

Thank you.

prologue

REINCARNATION is an ancient topic of current interest, theory and speculation. My firm belief in the reincarnation process was solidified during my death journey.

Energy does not die, disappear or stop, even when it dissipates. We know that everything in our entire existence and world as we know it to be has a repeat cycle, therefore it gives credence to the reincarnation theory…aside from the foundation teachings of many religious cultures.

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My death experience was unique to me, as is my life experience mine alone. Some may be similar, but those similarities will mainly relate to having a singular experience rather than having a similar individual reaction to it. For example, my marriage and divorce may differ from yours through the motivation or situation and facts surrounding us at the time, however we both may share the act of the ceremony of a marital union or the same legal process of a divorce decree nisi. We share the Laws and Ceremonies of the courts and dogmas of religious cultures of our place on Earth that we call home.

There, too, is a unified process to the Laws and Ceremony of Dying. And the outcome of the ceremony performed is the same for all of us: the union of Oneness, no matter what country, culture or religious beliefs from which we stem.

This death ceremony holds a major difference from other ceremonies that we may perform: that is, that the Laws of the Death Ceremony are not man made, not adjustable, and do not differ from one’s home country or religious beliefs. The process of the death ceremony follows a constant path for everyone with the only adaptations being personalized visions for the purpose of individual guidance throughout the ceremony.

As you will read later in my story, I was given a portion of guidance by the quite unrealistic mode of a wise musical dog!

It really makes no difference that it was a dog that taught me the lessons in the death domain of the workings of the Laws of Life. All that really matters is that the lessons were learned. Another person travelling through to the other side may experience their awareness through any variety of means, but the same knowledge will be given to all of us in some fashion along each journey.

Each of us when entering into the state of death will smell a perfume; will experience a drawing pull through an apparent tunnel; will be aware of a light that is awesome; will sit through our own Judgement and on and on through the same sequence of events.

However, each of us will experience these phases with a personal touch that directly relates to each unique life. I saw animals, you may not. I met my Father, you may not meet yours. It really makes no difference. What matters is the retaining of the gift of enlightenment continuity, not the package that the gift of this simplistic wisdom comes in.

Bear that in mind as you read about the wisdom I gained through my death journey, relating the parts that have a fantasy atmosphere to my apparent need that I must have had for my knowledge to be gained through a playful and childlike setting. There are those who would say that definitely mirrors the way I live…childlike, playful, and among a variety of animals as my friends.

I don’t know how you have lived your life, but for sure I know you will enjoy living your death journey into that flip side of your continuing life, because clearly, death in itself is not a problem.

Equally, it is not necessarily life that bestows the greatest joy of the two upon us, particularly when it is lived in ignorance of the system. And, in all fairness, it must be pointed out that knowledge and awareness of the interwoven continuity of the workings of both dimensions, are the solutions to any specific problems relative to either.

We should learn how best to live as well as how best to accept death. The time has come for the mind of the human race to learn how to die. One thing for sure we can never deny, the two are definitely related. And in that relation the bloodline that holds eternally is through the manifestation of each individual thought. If blood is thicker than water, then the power of the mind is beyond measure.

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It is the mind, precisely through the power of manifestation, that creates the body of each of us for the life purpose. Put quite simply, the human body is merely an energy container, a vessel. (I say merely here with great reserve.) The subtle invisible substance that is held within the body is breath, spirit, life force, soul energy. The human body is the container for this soul energy to be the vehicle through which to achieve the mind’s purpose.

Like the air-like substance of the universe…as that form structure separates the galactic matter and is woven between and through the heavenly bodies of light and sight, so too is the invisible soul energy permeating the human body…call it a human star or planet if you wish (you wouldn’t be too far wrong.)

Each of these parts, in each example, inside and out, are necessary to be combined to form what we term as a Universe or a Human Being. The universe can not function with space alone…it needs other things; the sun, planets and stars for example, to allow Earth and matter to live and, more important, to be other than a void. When a human is missing one of these two parts, the invisible part, it too is void, it is a dead human body. Through combining both parts, the soul energy part activating the physical structure, the body now becomes a living human being. When the portion called physical is no longer activated by that invisible portion, air/breath/ spirit/soul, then the remains are dealt with through the ceremony that we call burial.

Once the two are separated, the visible part of the body is buried in, or thrown back to, the Earth. What then becomes of the other? That invisible life force, the soul energy?

When upon death the soul energy leaves its human form encasement, it goes, not just out of the body of flesh, but also beyond…beyond the limiting measures of the body of our Universe.

Our soul energy travels instantly to such a far distant place in space beyond, that our current structured and channelled thinking, even our probing mind, cannot as yet clearly comprehend the magnitude of it all…other than through the simple and inadequate words of a very long and far distant way away. Technically, this space is reached from within as compared to without; however, it is a non-physical place which is one that functions on a much higher realm of vibration than that of our current state.

There is a plan in this mighty distant place in space that beats the drum to which our existence is merely the vibration of the tune created. That place in space is the container of ALL. Not only does it hold all vibratory levels as One, but all Knowledge, Reason, Energy and Purpose exist there…are recorded and Karmically allocated from there. The understanding of this, and of your personal control over this, is the Key for total bliss and sublime happiness in the Here and Now.

The mind of your soul within your human body…linked to the universal body which in turn is contained within the functioning body of the Will of the Divine Law; in that place in space from which you came (and shall return), that mind, of your soul energy, functions there as your constant Creator.

Know this.

Also know that your reaction to your every thought is the fuel that your soul feeds upon, and in turn creates the condition for your future soul experiences. The limited human minds of many souls now housing difficult containers might want to argue this point. However, it would be wiser not to challenge this but instead to learn and therefore understand why and for what purpose you moulded this current experience for yourself.

Here is my story, step by step, through the entire experience of my death/life journey.

Note how I grow…

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LIFE,

Do not shun knowledge of me anymore, and do

not take it upon yourself to become me before I

have prepared your welcome feast.

Trust in how gently I will guide you through

your voyage to my domain. Know how tenderly

I will ease you from your body, and how lovingly

I will care for you along the way through your

journey into my sacred realm.

Know that you shall, in your unique form, enjoy

my tenderness on your day that you breathe of

my perfume and take of my name as yours.

My life awaits you.

DEATH

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one

IT is mid-morning on a beautiful October day in Canada. I am in slow motion, feeling the need to pamper myself some. Therefore I am having my late breakfast and tea tray on the porch of the old farmhouse.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I eat my applesauce. I can feel it in my mouth. I am most aware of the taste as it slides down my throat. Particularly, I am vividly aware of the feeling of drinking my tea. Yes, it pours into me, into my mouth and my throat, but it feels to me as though it is feeding beyond me into the universe.

I find myself dwelling on thoughts of the universe, on thoughts of the magnitude of it all. That leads me to thinking about my private world. My family. My animals. My home, my land…my Universe around me.

I sit here quietly holding that thought about this world of mine while I enjoy looking at the autumn leaves. They are changing colour, and I ponder that process of nature, and over the assorted colours that surround me. This property has such a vast assortment of trees, that as I slowly turn my head from one side to the other, it treats my eyes to a plethora of colour.

The apple tree to my right, which stands victorious after giving a great supply of fruit this year - the very applesauce that I am eating - is out in the open in full sunlight. With a mature hardwood forest behind it, and all the way over to the purple leaves on the plum tree on my far left, colour is everywhere.

Years ago this acreage had been a nursery for growing trees for resale. It had more than a hundred and fifty different varieties of trees. Over the past seventy-five years, the saplings that were planted back then and had not been sold, have grow to a full glorious maturity. In that interim from their planting to now, the trees had also grown un-pruned and wild. However, the rows remained. The trees planted in rows, grew in rows. How stately to walk among them. It was an overgrown botanical garden.

As I look up to watch the activity of the birds in the big maple tree near the front step of the porch, the antiquity of the porch moulding where the sun shines through catches my eye. The old porch where I am sitting is the kind that has pillars with fancy connecting moulding around the top. The curved design in those cut-out wood pieces gives a lace-trim look and makes it cozy.

All of the porch feels cozy. It is all wood with flower boxes spilling over with orange fall flowers blooming in them. Up inside the eaves is a swallow’s nest. I watched the birds build it there last year and return to raise a new family in it this year. Amazing. The far end of the porch toward the apple tree is open but, overgrown juniper bushes grow around the rest of the porch.

One of the bushes beside the front entrance is so wide and tall that it reaches half way up the opening above the flower boxes, giving a wonderful protection for sitting out on the porch on rainy days. My eyes linger a moment on the rich green of the juniper reaching up past the vibrant orange flowers in the boxes, and I see the crisp white gingerbread moulding stretching down between the pillars. All of it frames the pale green-grey of the willow tree that sits off a bit in the distance. The willow is in front of a chorus of colour coming from the forest of assorted trees behind. If I were a painter, I would paint that picture.

The land in front of where I am sitting on the porch slopes gradually down toward the road, almost as if it had been terraced. However, the back of the house is protected from wind, as the land there continues upward. There are no neighbouring houses in sight from anywhere, and many times when I walk the property I revel not only in its beauty but equally enjoy the seclusion. Even down at the road level, I can’t see other houses.

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