Healing Tones

THE TIBETAN RAINBOW BODY

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CALL ME A DREAMER, if you like, for I do indeed dream of a more pleasant and ecstatic way of departing this physical plane than “death”—which I understand is but an interlude in the cycle of incarnation, and not much different from birth. One door closes and another opens . . . only for the spirit, however, as the body remains behind to return to the earth from which it arose, even as the spirit returns to the Creator who gave it. I dream of ascension for my body as well as my spirit . . . and I do believe that what I think about and dream about in season comes about. My light body, that which I am, can so penetrate my dense physical body by way of resonant attunement and fusion so as to accelerate the vibratory frequencies of its billions of cells and send it floating in the air—an experience I know personally and write about in SACRED ANATOMY. In this post, I share an excerpt from the final pages of “PART V: ASCENT IN THE TEMPLE”—which really should have been entitled “ASCENT OF THE TEMPLE.” If the Tibetans can do it, “…why, then, oh why can’t I?” I invite you to dream with me.

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“According to the Biblical record handed down to us—and there have been other accounts that tell a different story—the Master Jesus lifted his own body temple up out of the tomb of decay and death and into the Garden state of eternal life.  As this did in fact occur and as He truly is the Supreme Focus of the Spirit of God for the Body of Mankind, then by his own resurrection and ascension into a glorified state he established the pattern of resurrection and ascension for men and women for all time.  As the template and model of a totally new paradigm for the healing of the gap between God and man, He opened a door in heaven and then proceeded to invite all those who so desire to come and be with Him, “that where I am there ye may be also,” (John 14:3-4) not only after death but now while we yet have life and breath.

“Obviously humanity has not taken the Lord up on his invitation.  There has been no one, to my knowledge anyway, who has ascended into heaven in a glorified, spiritualized body as the Lord Himself did two thousand years ago. We have two accounts of ascension in the Old Testament, the first was Enoch, who “walked with God” and God “took him,” (Genesis 5:12), and the second was Elijah, who “went in a whirlwind to heaven” in a “fiery chariot.”(2 Kings 2:11) Whether we look at these incidents as physical ascensions into the Realms of Light, or as metaphorical descriptions of a transformation process by which their human consciousness merged with divine consciousness, either way Enoch and Elijah were no longer merely human in their identity. As we have explored in considerable depth, the way to this experience is open and available to all of mankind. It is available now and has been especially so for two thousand years. We, now, may not only enter into the kingdom of heaven but may inhabit and function in all the levels of being that make up the “many mansions” of the Father’s House.  All that is required is that we walk with God on the path that leads thereto.

“Jesus walked with God and was about His Father’s business of restoring humanity to the Garden State. His purpose was not to set up yet another religion to replace the old ones. In the Garden of Eden, Man, “naked and unashamed,” walked and talked with the LORD God, and the LORD God with man. Death had not yet been introduced into man’s experience. It was his failure to remain in the Garden of Eden and therefore to leave identity in life, that first brought death. Anything that has a beginning necessarily must have an end. The fall of human identity included man’s choice of death as the end and not ascension. The cycle of incarnation had to have taken us from some form of birth—no doubt different from what we now know—through life, whatever that entailed and in whatever nature of form we had then, and on to ascension through the various levels of consciousness. It has even been suggested from legendary writings, as we considered at the start of this section, that we were once able to travel back and forth between heaven and earth to refresh ourselves with rarefied spiritual nourishment. 

“In his profoundly engaging book, Memories and Visions of Paradise, a book that always engenders in me a deep sense of deja vu when I read it, author Richard Heinberg, who devoted a decade to studying Paradise Myths from around the world, explores universal stories of a lost “Golden Age” when the human spirit was not as earth-bound as it is today. 

“He writes:

“‘Originally, according to myths of every continent, all humanity was perpetually in the divine presence and continually in harmony with divine will. The Africans’ insistence that at first God lived on Earth with the people, and the Australians’ memory of the Dreamtime, when the Creator-Heroes walked the land, echo the biblical image of Adam and Eve strolling naked and unashamed in the Garden with God. . . .

“‘Few things in Nature seem more axiomatic than the inevitability of death.  It is remarkable, therefore, that one of the most consistently encountered themes in Paradise myths is that of the original immortality of human beings.  The myths tell us that death is in some sense not natural at all, but rather the result of sin or sorcery. . . a mistake or misdeed on the part of ancestors in the First Age. . . .

“‘According to universal tradition, the original earthly Paradise and the still-existent otherworldly Paradise were at first united, or in any case were in close proximity and communication.  The means of connection is described variously in different cultures— most vividly, perhaps, as a rainbow.  In the traditions of Japan, Australia, and Mesopotamia, the rainbow was seen as a reminder of a bridge that once existed between Heaven and Earth and was accessible to all people.  The seven colors of the rainbow were the seven heavens of Hindu, Mesopotamian, and Judaic religion.  Among the central Asians, shamanic drums were decorated with rainbows symbolizing the shaman’s journey to the Otherworld.   Similarly, the seven levels of the Babylonian ziggurat (stepped pyramid) were painted with the seven colors of the rainbow, and the priest, in climbing its stories, symbolically mounted to the cosmic world of the gods. . . .

“‘The primordial world-bridge is elsewhere remembered as a ladder or a rope.  According to pre-Buddhist traditions, called Bon, there originally existed a rope that bound Earth to Heaven and that was used by the gods to come down to meet human beings.  The first king of Tibet was said to have come down from Heaven by a rope, and the first Tibetan kings did not die but mounted again into Heaven.  After the Fall and the coming of death, the link between Heaven and Earth was broken.  Once the rope was cut, only spirits could ascend to Heaven; their bodies remained on Earth. . . .

“‘The Polynesians knew the Otherworld as Pulotu, a magical realm in the midst of which grew an immense tree whose leaves supplied all wants.  Following physical death, according to tradition, a stream floated the spirit away to Pulotu.

“‘All floated away together, well and ill-favored, young and old, sound and sick, chiefs and commoners; they must look neither to the right nor left, nor attempt to reach the other side, nor must they look back. Little more than half alive, they floated on until they reached Pulotu, where they bathed in the waters of Vaiola, when all become lively, bright and vigorous, every infirmity vanishing, and even the aged becoming young again.   Everything went on in Pulotu much as in the world of life, except that here their bodies were singularly volatile, so that they were able to ascend at night, becoming luminous sparks, or vapors, revisiting their former homes, but retiring again in early dawn to the bush or to Pulotu. ‘”

“We are haunted by ancient memories of Paradise. In dreams people have visions of that Golden Age when we crossed over the rainbow between heaven and earth.  Song writers have written whimsical lyrics about these memories and visions.  In the Wizard of Oz is that memorable song by Harold Arlen and Yip Harburg about the longing in the heart to return to a land “somewhere over the rainbow” where “troubles melt like lemon drops” and “dreams really do come true.” Go ahead and sing it with me . . . .

“‘Somewhere over the rainbow way up high, there’s a land that I heard of once in a lullaby….Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly, birds fly over the rainbow, why then, oh why can’t I?  If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why oh why can’t I?‘”

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Why indeed?! More about the “RAINBOW BODY” to come . . . so stay tuned. I would love hearing your thoughts along these lines. My email address is below.

Anthony . . . (tpal70@gmail.com

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