Other Probable Realities  
Possible Other Paths Taken

by Faro King

When I was two, my folks took us to the ocean, where I nearly drowned. I recall distinctly heading for “The Light”, which must have been the sun, but to me, it seemed to be an Angelic Being, holding out it’s arms to greet me. At that moment, I had a choice: Go to The Light, or Be Saved by Shore Patrol. I was so little, my parents didn’t seem too concerned and the Lifeguard was yelling at my parents. I remember that much of it. My folks didn’t realize that the ocean had already claimed me and was taking me away. At least I hope they didn’t realize it, as they didn’t seem to think it was very serious, me drowning like that. I really was unable to get up out of the water, as the undertow had me fast.

So, at that point, I entered another reality, being brought back from the dead. It is a theme that runs through my life, apparently, as this has happened to me many times since. As it is now, I am not afraid of death, there is something beyond this life.

Then at age 4 I decided that I really needed to be a doctor. I was really determined that I would have a medical practice. My family made the greatest fun of me for saying so. They said that I was certainly not intelligent enough, or rich enough to be a physician, and they told me that “our kind” could not do such things, it was unthinkable and I had best get that idea out of my head, and fast. Of course, I was crushed by their words, but still determined to become a healer of the medical arts. The Drabadni allowed me to hang around with her and study plants and herbs, but that thought of being a doctor was far removed from folk medicine at the time. We really didn’t have the means to send anyone to a higher education, and with my affliction, my grades were pitiful at times. Nix the scholarship…

I did however, manage to land a plum job when I was 14 as an intern for a producer at a radio station. I had never imagined myself doing anything such as that! It was a great opportunity, and I had the aptitude for it, being creative and having a vivid imagination. When I was 18, they hired me on full time and let me run the station from sunset to sunrise. I had a real Goth job haha.

Then, I had a horrible fall, a different fall from the second one that disabled me, so my path shot off in a different direction yet again. After the disabling fall, I had another life and death experience: actually I had two of them, and they were both radically different from each other.

In the first event, I was having surgery and must have died on the table (they wouldn’t admit it but they sure acted strange when I mentioned it) and I went to see The Light once again. I travelled at a high rate of speed through a semi-dark musty tunnel only to be stopped at the exit by two women, reportedly my Grandmothers who passed many years before, and two children, a boy and a girl. The two women told me that I could not pass by them and could not enter the field with the soft golden light that was behind them. I stayed around and played with toys that had been placed out for the two children. I take it that they were my children, the two still born of my first wife. In a while, we all hugged and said our farewells and I left. The recovery room nurse told me to “forget it” when I mentioned this to her. She said “it upsets people so we don’t talk about that here”. How could that upset people? I don’t understand their reasoning…

The second event, I just went out of my body and went flying… I was myself but in light form and had the ability to see myself as I am now, and also to take the form as a globe of light and energy. I could travel at will… I could see with my eyes and hear with my ears and feel with my flesh. There was a sound of “whooshing” in my ears, a cold sound but it was not cold where I was, even though it was snowing in Denmark where I stopped off to visit Sonny. (Odd thing the next day, Sonny said she heard me calling her name outside the window but could see nothing of me… ) After I stopped off in Denmark and in a small village in Norway to visit another friend, I travelled on into the Great Unknown Beyond the Stars. I didn’t go UP I went at an angle, but it was still perceived as UP just not straight up…

The afterworld I saw this time was quite different. It was wide open and beautiful, just like a pastoral scene. I was met at the gate by The Light, who told me that I could enter or go back, my choice. So I asked him if I entered, what would I be able to do there. I was told, I could go in and go where ever I wanted to go, and I could go high or I could stay low.

It was like a huge mountain, so high that the top was gauzy and covered in misty clouds. At the bottom just past the gate were smaller hills, green and fertile, peaceful and full of flowers and butterflies with a stream running through it. This part of the green land was filled with Buddhists, chanting and meditating. They were everywhere, and the sound of their chants was so beautiful. I was told by the Light that these people had chosen to populate this area, they were chanting to attempt to raise the vibrations on earth, and to help the people that were living here who did not realize how to chant or meditate or pray. I could go there, if I wanted, or I could go “up” to the next field where people were playing and taking care of animals. There were all types of animals and all colors and ages of people there, and it was a happy beautiful place with fields and trees and streams and crystal lights twinking among the tree branches.

Then past these animal helpers was a place with only animals and flowers and trees and sunlight. The animals in this place were lions, elephants, giraffes and other wild creatures that were not having relationships with humans on earth. I had the impression they were there to heal from abuse, and chose to be in solitude away from humans.

Then I saw a winding and twisting road going on past the fields and into the mist of the mountains. There were monks walking on this road, and they were smiling and having a great time interacting with each other as they travelled on toward the mountain.

That was what I was allowed to see. I did ask what was on top of the mountain and who was up there. I was told “YOU are up there, if you want to go all the way to the summit. No one is stopping you, you can go as high as you like, it’s up to you”.

And by being at the bottom of the mountain, the Buddhists were in no way being kept there as they were free to get up and move about as they liked, up or down, or around the mountain.

I had the impression that the entire place was round, but in circumference, not a globe, but a circle.