“You were dead for a good five to ten minutes.” Another nearby voice replied. “You stopped breathing...there was no heartbeat.” The other repeated his order, "step back, he needs more fresh air.
In silence I tore loose from all of them and made my way weakly but determinedly up the circular stairwell to the bright top deck. There on the hot grey deck--in the bright afternoon sun--I threw myself down and sobbed and sobbed with great heaving cries of joy. I was so thankful to be back in the beautiful physical dream world again. I cried and cried as I thanked God
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For at least a month after that death experience, I was so high in spirits that I could not think or feel an “altered”
thought...as the RAM might say. Gradually though my old earthy 3-D habits renewed and I gradually got lost--once more--in the depths of human body social consciousness. Yet even though I began remembering my true real identity and had played the role of a grand new age teacher...it was only after see-ing the Hawaii video and studysee-ing for years under the tutorsee-ing of our so beloved RAM, that I finally left the world of the intellect to find the delicious world of feeling again.
The September ’87 Yucca Valley retreat changed my life forever and ever. The RAM wasted no time in getting to the point. First thing on the Sunday night opening, he told us to lie down on the floor with our head to the north and our feet to the south and to take off our shoes and socks. He said the anointing of oil was very important to our futures and we would each be anointed...providing we were able to reach that point within our consciousness where we had no single guilt or regret for any single thing that had happened in our lifetime. Only then would we and could we be anointed by him.
So, of course--along with everyone else--I lay down as di-rected and worked and worked at my consciousness to absolute-ly know that I had no single regret for any one event of my life. I was determined to be one of those anointed... hopefully thus speeding my way into superconsciousness.
After hours and hours of self-wrestling with myself--with all my might… I felt that I was there. I knew--without a shadow of doubt--that I now had no guilt--and no regret--for any single thing that
had happened in my life. I accepted all of my experiences and self-chosen adventures as now my own--consciously owned-- genuine pearls of wisdom.
No sooner had I reached that state when I heard the RAM say that everyone who had been anointed was to go up to Medi-tation Mount and wait there for him. Thinking the anointing was our own struggle to overcome guilt, as I opened my eyes and saw several people getting to their feet and heading out the door; I followed, later then...giving silent thanks that I had reached that point in consciousness.
Outside...I was glad to see my then very special life com-panion...Laya, waiting for me in as small group beside the door.
She asked me to wait for her while she went back into the ladies rest room inside the huge auditorium.
I waited...and noted that most of the others were trucking on up fast up the gracefully wide winding trail to the top of Meditation Mount. All at once Laya bounded out of the door and told me that she just talked to a close friend,--Amber--and that she had real oil on her forehead...and also on her hands. Laya said the two of us urgently needed to go back into the big audito-rium--where Ramtha was still sitting… to be anointed too. I looked at Laya with total disbelief and told her that no matter--how Amber had mysteriously manifested real oil--on her fore-head...nothing would
or could
keep me from going into super-consciousness, so I was going up the mountain with the rest.She turned back...while I pushed forward and slowly up-ward--with the rest of the masters to a starry full moon night on top of Meditation Mountain. There, I sat in silent meditation with all of the rest. I was disappointed that Laya had not come with me but allowed her to do what I knew was her thing. As we waited I opened my eyes to see a steady stream of RAM students coming up to the top and joining our rapidly growing ranks. All at once I spotted Laya coming up the mountain trail to join us.
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That was a definite “wrongo in the Congo!” Laya walked up to me swiftly and said urgently, “Go back, Russ. Ramtha is anointing really everyone with real oil. You’ve got to go back if you want the anointing...hurry!” Only after Laya quickly showed me her oiled forehead--and oiled hands--did I finally re-alize--and give in to the truth. Ramtha was indeed anointing ev-eryone with real oil. And I had NOT been anointed yet. I was shocked. At that...I bolted down the hill as fast as my feet could carry me. All the wild my mind was acing and my heart was pounding wildly. I just had to make it back in time to be anoint-ed--with real oil--by the RAM too!
At last I was back down the hill and to the front of the meet-ing hall. As I pushed open the wide door, my heart almost sank to my feet. Ramtha, Jeff and Anne Marie had just turned on their heels and were heading back to the stage where Ramtha had sat.
Instantly I darted into the room--leaping over bodies--until I found a clear space. I threw off my shoes--and lay back, closed my eyes--and willed with all my might and power that the RAM would turn back to anoint me also....
A few long aching moments passed. Then I heard Anne Marie speaking softly as she walked down the center aisle. She told everyone to get up and come forward. Ramtha would now do the anointing at center front stage instead. I quickly joined the line beginning to form at the center of the stage before a re-gally seated Ramtha...