Shardrol,
You want to know my personal bio huh? Many who do not personally know me will think I am stretching the truth or delusional. Some might even think I am bragging.
This is the third time I have been asked this question and I grow weary for reasons you could not possibly imagine why I have avoided giving my personal history. You have no idea why I might want to avoid this, it certainly is not because I am ashamed of something. You are asking for validity, when the quality of one`s thought should be the determining factor and not their credentials.
Here goes(probably the only time) - my name is Ken Elder.
I was born the son of a Christian minister, his father was a minister, and his father, and his father. As far back as we can race our lineage it is an unbroken chain of Christian ministers. My last name means Christian minister. Some in our family say 7, some say 14 in length, I do not know.
I was five years old when I first had a keen experience in spirituality and began with earnest to find the source or God. By the time I was 9 I was already asking questions that most cannot answer such as, where does evil come from, freewill to choose, where did God come from and so on. By the time I was 12 I had already read the Bible through a couple of times and the New Testament many.
I preached my first sermon when I was 11 and against the many protests of my dad was asked to speak at several churches. Understand that I was already speaking like most adult ministers.
When I reached 15 I had already seen many of what could only be termed the 'miraculous'. I witnessed my mother speaking in fluent languages she had never learned, seen oil flow out of the pages of scripture, blind eyes opened, deaf ears unstopped, people leaping out of wheelchairs, a bone appearing in a mans head(that had been cut out in surgery), internal bleeding instantly healed, and on and on.
If you doubt - I can understand. Google a man called William Marion Branham, he was a personal friend of my grandad. By or download some of his meetings as I have a friend who was instantly healed of teberculosis in the early 60`s when prayed for by this man.
I went into the deserts of Arizona when I was 15-17 and spent weeks at a time alone fasting and meditating. I entered Bible college at 19 and was pastoring a church at the same time. I became well known in our religious circle and was in demand as a guest speaker. I continued on after college with studies at various schools. There were many miraculous healings while I was holding meetings. I was a minister for almost 6 years - then I realized, I was still not free.
I was not free from sin, human frailty, visions of granduer, and power tripping. It was not in me to be a hypocrite so I quite. I began the study of other religions and philosophy. I always meditated and would go on frequent excursions into the wilderness. All this time I have about 30 friends who have known me since childhood and we still stay in contact and hang together. Our common interest is spirtuality and truth.
I lived in an ashram, on the river, in the desert, and in communes all to find that which I was seeking. In my late 20`s I gave up and believed the answer, regardless the many nonordinary events, could not be found. I believed in nothing and no one. It was the loneliest and heartbreaking experiences of my life.
I went into business and got married. I started making money, really good money but was still so very empty. I was living the American dream, but for me, it was a tragedy. I had witnessed what could only be termed 'supernatural' but it was worthless if it could not bring the longing of the heart to satisfaction. The yuppie lifestyle was just a filler.
All this time my friends and I continued our discources in religion, spirituality, and philosophy. I could put it on the back burner but it would never let me go.
Then the worst happened. I got sick, bad sick, terminally sick. The dreaded word - cancer. I was going to die. The business began to fail, my wife split, I was running out of time and money. I went through all the stages of death shock, anger, fear and so on. Eventually I embraced death and it became a friend. I began to look forward to it - that is when God showed up. :)
I died for about three hours and after I came back I was thrust into a vision. I saw things and heard things while I was gone but the vision, after I returned, let me know what my life would now consist of.
I was instantly healed of the luekemia - without a trace. I was given the answer to every question I had ever had, you know, the hard ones like whats the meaning to life? Why do good people suffer?
I had been set completely free, all fallen desire was gone. I began to witness the nonordinary such as the like only recorded in scripture. I have many witnesses so I am not delusional. I am recounting my life with clarity of perception.
I have seen a bullet pass through a mans body without leaving a mark, seen objects materialize, and many cases of instant physical healing. Doubt this if you want - you asked, I am simply telling what happened.
There is more than I can possibly write so I am just hitting a few highpoints. Terminally ill healed in seconds, synchronicity galour, manifestations of the supernatural that could only make ya go WOW.
There was one particular event that touched me greatly. I was camped out at the river and a woman was there who was trying to make peace with God. Her name was Debbie. Debbie`s only son had been killed in a motorcycle accident two years prior. She was very angry with God about it.
While we were talking a biker and his girlfriend rode in packing a pistol. She said that her husband could not stand bikers and they would probably leave the campsite. I asked her to do an experiment with me and believe that God had sent them here. Debbie said OK she would believe that.
They met and got along OK. The men went fishing one day and I felt compelled to stay with the two women. The biker lady, who`s name was Toby, was out in the wilderness to find peace also. Her only daughter had been killed by a gang one year prior. The two had alot in common and found some peace in their mutual loss. God was fixing to blow our minds.
I told Toby the only way to find peace was to forgive the gangmembers. She looked at me like a monster and said " no way".
Debbie pulled out a picture of her son and handed it to Toby. She looked at the picture and her face looked shocked. She said "oh my God; he has been at my house".
Toby gave Debbie a picture of her daughter and she exclaimed "she drove a yellow mustang".
The two kids had dated each other and might even have arranged the meeting of the two mothers.
So if you want to know about who I am - best we stick to the subject else many will doubt everything I have to say after sharing my 'bio'.
I am truth and freedom has expanded through me. If you let what I just shared color your perception about what I say, its not me that has the attachment - understand? It is a forgone conclusion that some will block out what I have to share because they will be unable to hurdle my life story, what a shame.
How do I know I am truth? Because I care about you as much as myself. I have compassion for everyone just as much as myself. I only feel compassion and am free from all emotional attachment.
Diebert van Rhijn:
Could you describe your experience(s) in more detail? How did you draw your conclusion (that consciousness transcended) about what you observed happening with yourself?
When I left my physical body, I found myself in the place where creation is energized or pulsed into existence. Example: There would be a thought of a man and woman having dinner, conversing, and the picture would fly right by me and explode into what we call reality. Light was continuously expanding into the darkness of misperception at the outer rim. Thought was becoming the reality that we experience.
When I came back to the physical, I was surrounded by light and my skin glowed. I was kinda radiated with white light that was all I could see. This happened in 1992 and my thought was clarified Diebert. I died, literally, and was reborn as a manifestation of agape.
I now know there is consciousness interpenetrating everyone and everything as I saw it first hand. I can now almost touch it, this life force if you will, that permeates everything.
BTW - I had to sit on the John and dumped out cancerous tissue. It was then I learned the value of forgiveness and truth. It is always important to forgive and tell the truth, everytime, all the time, 100 percent of the time.
Sounds like quite the experience. In what ways did it effect you apart from writing such paragraphs? Could you expose it a bit further for us?
It is to realize that everything I do, say, and think effects the Totality in ways that we cannot fathom. Like the pebble dropped in the pond.
When I try to perceive myself - all I see is light (for the lack of a better term). I am exposed to myself, I do not hide thoughts from myself nor my deepest desires. Everything is out in the open so to speak.
The mind can play games with itself in trying to hide past thought, or our dark desires if we are not completely forthright and hold onto unforgiveness. It is critical to be open and humble, this allows us to surrender to the rush of the flow of the ever unfolding creation that is manifesting. We do not retreat from creation - we become it and it becomes us.
It is like the monk who lived in the cave for 20 years seeking enlightenment. He realizes his divine nature and seeks to go out into the world that he created. On his way out of the cave he trips over a rock.
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