If You Listen, I'll Tell You: חלק כפול

By Eric Rakestraw

My Book is based on how I got here and where I came from. How as a child, growing up in this world, was either serve or get served.

After a bad experience at the age of 8, had shaken me..... Well, let's just say that I would never be the same again. My Uncle had taken me under his wings and taught me a rare art called Isshinryu. By the time I was 16, I was ah 3rd degree black belt, vowing never to be caught off guard again.

As time went by I would marry and have 3 beautiful children, who are very much a part of my heart beat. A big part of my drive for life is my children.

In 2001, out of the blue, I got sick and slipped into a coma and had an out of body experience. I stayed in that coma for 3 months and in a place where my soul was being tormented.

When I returned from my coma, I brought things back with me that would change my life and the lives of others forever.

Beyond and Back: The road of existence is the road you haven't traveled. We've all been on it one time or another.......... Where it seems as though time has stopped, just to take observation of your every move, but there's one problem.......YOU JUST DON'T KNOW IT!!! With that being said, the choice to take that road of existence lies in your hands.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Newman Springs Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Sep 12, 2023
• ISBN: 9781638819486

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Table of Contents

Title

Copyright

A Mission

Celestial to Mortal Celebration

The Departure

Home Is Where the Heart Is

Back Home

My First Sighting

Family History

Back in Time

As Life Goes On

My Na Na

Mortals' Test

The Way

The Love of It

Who Are You, Really?

Pruning a Warrior

Preparation

Recovery

Going Home

Sense of Humor

Mi Casa (My House)

Back on Higher Ground

Back Home

Farewell

The Mouth of the Lion

New Beginning

Ohhhh Boy!

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If You Listen, I'll Tell You

חלק כפול

Eric Rakestraw

Copyright © 2023 Eric Rakestraw

All rights reserved

First Edition

NEWMAN SPRINGS PUBLISHING

320 Broad Street

Red Bank, NJ 07701

First originally published by Newman Springs Publishing 2023

ISBN 978-1-63881-947-9 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-63881-948-6 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

The world of Plutonium is where most of us dwelled. We are all different. In different, I mean we all have different shapes, sizes, colors, limbs; and some of us could even take on different forms. We do and have always been allowed to fly from one world to another. Some of us are even from appointed planets, and for any living thing that was on that planet, we would observe their actions. There is one planet that we often observe, planet earth, and the living that dwell on that planet we observe are called the Uprights. With that being the lowest planet, we were allowed more observation of their ways. If they were in any need of assistance, we would try our best to consider their request, depending on what it required. To me, it was like our jobs, you know, our way of Bivo (our purpose of existence).

We have our own language, and it's called the Other Tongues. Our family is combined and consists of every living thing in this world, out of the galaxy and beyond. We are loved but not recognized or acknowledged by our appointed. Our Father is known all over the galaxy. We call him El Mez, one of the greatest Fathers you could ever have.

I remember one time I wanted to assist one of the Uprights in their world. I remember it so honorably.

I went to my Father and asked him, Father, may I talk to you please?

El Mez said, What is your bidding, son?

So I said to him, One of the Uprights was entered in a running competition, and he had trained really hard every day, but it still looked like he was coming up short. I'd watched him practice every day diligently, and he's actually getting ready to start, and with your permission, I would like to assist. May I, Father?

El Mez said nothing.

May I, El Mez?

After his contemplation, out of nowhere he said, Go! Quickly!

I flew from Plutonium so quickly that the clouds sucked in behind me. I entered his physical being and took over the Upright posture, frame, and appearance.

In entering his being, it allowed me to give him strength and speed that he could not have retained on his own, even with proper training for the competition. (I used to watch and study their every move, and that was how I was able to assist.)

The Upright was full of zeal, and my Father was very pleased he let me fly all over the galaxy full speed that day—just as long as I didn't fly into a dark zone.

A dark zone is a place where you have little or no power at all—meaning, control over your own judgments or actions at times. It's a place many go, have gone, and returned no good or returned more powerful than ever.

There are things that you must do, forms that you must study and confront, and little nuisances called Imptoms that you must know by name, as well as the name that frustrates them. It is their world, just as we each have our own world.

By saying that, I mean, if something or someone entered your world, wouldn't you want to know the names of the controllers that lie within it? I would.

I have twelve brothers out of many who oversee and control the dark zone. Their names are Teletial, Zariel, Tomimil, Sartimel, Ariel, Batuliel, Masuiel, Aerahiel, Ehesahiel, Gediel, Doliel, and Dagymel. Every form of something has some kind of dark zone; it is a place where you feel not welcome because of who or what you are.

My Father also appoints my brothers' jobs that are all over the galaxy, universe, planets, and so forth.

Our home is built up of seven heavens, and on those heavens are seven planets. Just as there are heavens and planets, there are Guardians (like myself).

Our place of dwelling is different than others. For example, our way of traveling is by teleporting, air ride with our own bodies, or placement by our Father. We feed off knowledge, praise, and zeal. Sleep—never! An hour is a hundred years to us. Our celestial ways never change. I guess you could call us immortal beings. There are none among the living that are like us or the Father who created us. There is none in this existence the wiser nor greater. The throne he sits upon covers the entire universe, and it is made of magnificent light forms. As he touches the floor with his bare feet, it is nothing compared to the description other life-forms would give. His feet rest in the waters of the oceans in the universe.

Aerricko!

I must go. My Father calls.

A Mission

Son!

Yes, Father?

I have a task for you that will involve the Uprights since you have taken such an interest in them and their ways.

Yes, Father.

There is a family on that planet in which I have chosen, just as there are others. Generation after generation has passed. The time has drawn nearer and nearer, and they have lost soldiers after soldiers. They used to believe in us as—Well, now they don't believe much at all anymore. My son, you have chosen in your spirit to take a liking to the Uprights, and you have studied diligently their every way of life. I am giving you a choice. You can stay here, or you may go dwell on that planet and achieve your ultimate goal.

Oh, Father! The most omnipotent one. As I kneel before you and take in every word that you have spoken, your seasoned speech has consumed my figure and engraved into my spirit. I understand the choice that you have laid before me, and I have made my decision. I will go and achieve my ultimate goal, Father.

Don't be with haste, my son, for there is much more that I must speak on which pertains to this journey.

Yes, my Father. I deeply apologize. I spiritually give you my undivided attention.

My son, listen closely, for when I finish explaining your journey, you will still have a choice as to whether you still want this ultimate goal.

Yes, sir.

Son, you cannot simply just pop up on their planet and into their way of living. A lot of your ways that you have here will not be needed there. You must be reborn, just as they were brought into their world. That is the only way that you would gather the full understanding of their way of Bivo. Life. Then you would be able to help those in need.

Okay, Father, now I understand the way of which you explain.

I will appoint the family in which you are to join, pick the man and woman who are to conceive you. This process takes place inside the womb of the female, and it takes nine to ten months, human time. You will start off growing in the womb and hearing their language. When it is time for your birth—meaning, when your physical being, which is what they call a body, comes out of the womb and life starts—you will have to learn how to walk, talk, and eat. They have their own ways and language, as you know. You will eat not what we eat here but what is called ‘food.' You will learn what is good, nurturing, healthy, and not good for your ‘body.' Your earthly family will teach you their ways as you engage the journey that you are taking on. You will have some knowledge and memory of your past life but not much. Your mind must be clear and open to receive the new knowledge that you will need to complete your journey. You will also be full of potential but will need to do your part in order to tap into it. I will always be here for guidance, but always remember this. Most importantly, if the highest human wisdom continues to be a tottering and perishable structure, a single ray of the sun will make you a more pure and wiser being above all others of the earth. Aerricko, now you may make your decision.

"Oh, wonderful, gracious Father, I accept with every precious and pious ingredient to which I don't know or understand in the way you have created me, but I know, with all that you have put into me, that you know exactly what you will have for me to do along my journey into existence among the Uprights.

El Mez—I paused—Father, I have always been gracious to be of good service. Oh, yeah! Father, if I do not like it, may I come home? I laughed.

Home is where the spirit is, my son. El Mez started laughing. Now go! Prepare for communication.

Celestial to Mortal Celebration

Communication is a way of celebrating to us, our way of departure from our Father and immortal family that is only done when you become mortal. We all crowd the heavens within the universe and sing praises to our Father. Some of my family members show off the celestial talents that were given to them by El Mez. My eldest brother, Cherub, ruler of the air, is made of massive elements. His torso is of solid stone. His lower limb twirls at an unknown speed, and his face is a blur. He coils like an enormous spring and releases with tremendous force, taking in all the clouds of the universe, for celebration. He calls it clearing the air (which we all laugh when he says it). When he does it, the sky becomes so clear and blue that you can see the cosmic stars, all seven planets in all seven heavens, and family from all over the galaxy. It is an occasion that is of great honor. Very few celestials are chosen, but none would give up their way of existence to become mortal in a terrestrial body and new way of life.

Oh! How we sang praises and did our heavenly dances, honoring our Father and my departure. It was a celebration that none would forget. It was heard all over the universe. When communication was over, my eldest brother, Cherub, shot back down, to where he started clearing the air and released the clouds. After the clouds were released, it seemed to be such a calmness that the universe held for some time (as if you were to be in meditation mode). Then everyone went back to their appointed world or stations, and everything went back to the way it was supposed to be.

The Departure

My Father and I spoke again.

"Son, I have loved you from the time I have formed you. You are my rambunctious child, always eager to take on new heights. The Uprights are a peculiar species, just as you are. Your liking to them has gotten you this honor. When you