M.I.A.S. BULLETIN - A COMMUNICATION FROM THE MONROE INSTITUTE OF APPLIED SCIENCES - DR. ELISABETH KUBLER-ROSS (#G22580)

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M.I.A.S. BULLETIN
A COMMUNICATION FROM THE MONROE INSTITUTE OF APPLIED SCIENCES
J
DR. ELISABETH KUBLER-ROSS
The following is an excerpt
from an article in the February,
1980, issue of Cosmopolitan Mag-
azine:
immediately read up on the subject and subsequently got in
touch with Robert A. Monroe, a Virginia businessperson
who has had hundreds of such experiences himself, some of
which he describes in a mind-boggling book called Journeys
Out of the Body. Monroe has a laboratory in Virginia where
he does out-of-body research, which includes experimenta-
tion with teaching people how to have out-of-body experi-
ences on command. Elisabeth wanted very much to learn
this so that she might better understand the experiences of
her patients, so she went to visit Monroe and succeeded
without difficulty in mastering his techniques.
Her account of where this led her began to flow in a
nonstop stream of words that she constantly described as
inadequate to communicate the truth of what happened. I sat
spellbound as she recreated for me a remarkable experience
that she seems herself to view with a combination of
matter-of-factness and a still-lingering sense of amazement
and awe. She touched my arm often as she spoke, as if to
make sure that I was still "with her" on her journey:
"When I decide to do something, I do it wholeheartedly,
and one great asset I have is that 1 am not afraid of
anything-or almost anything. But Bob Monroe didn't know
that; so when I had my first experiment I went too fast, and
he interfered when I was just at the ceiling. He called me,
and I went 'kerplunk' back into my body. I was mad as
could be. It was the first time I was able to do it on
command, and it was a big thrill that it actually worked. I
was like an excited child, but just as I was getting to the
ceiling, boom. So the next time, I thought, 'I'm going to beat
him to it. I am going so far that he can't catch me.' That's in
our language, which in an out-of-body thing doesn't exist.
"So the moment we,started, I said to myself. 'I am going
so fast that nobody has ever gone that fast, and I am going
further than anybody has ever gone.' And at that moment
when I said that, I took off faster than the speed of light. I
felt like I must have gone a million miles, in rn language.
But I was going horizontal instead of up. You understand
that in an out-of-hody experience there is no space and no
time, but you are so conditioned in your thinking that you
think you have to go up or otherwise you will hit a wall or
something. The moment I realized I was going at the speed
of light horizontally, I switched and made a right-angle turn,
rounded a big hill and went up. And then I started to
experiment. It is incredible to get to a place where there is
no time and space.
At was an important voyage, and 1 had a super time. I
was in total, absolute, completest silence, and I Ads thrilled
about experiencing this. And I went to a place so far that
when 1 came hack, something ver incredible happened. 1
felt like a beaming source of light is the best description I
can give you. I felt like a source of light that could illumi-
nate the darkest corner of the world-I can't describe it any
other way.
"When I walked out of the laboratory, everybody stared
at me and asked what had happened, but I had no recollec-
tion-I Could not remember or tell them where I was. All I
knew was that something so absolutely incredible had
happened to me that it was beyond description. All I could
remember was the word Shanti Nilaya, and nobody there
knew what that meant. They tried every gimmick to get me
to remember, but nothing worked-I know now it was
because I didn't want to share it Net. It was too sacred to
share with a bunch of strangers.
"That night the sleeping arrangements where I was were
such that I ended up sleeping alone in a very isolated guest
house, and I was in a questioning sort of conflict, feeling
that should I actually go to sleep there, something horren-
dous would happen. I thought of taking a room in a motel
and asking to be in the presence of other human beings. but
at the moment I contemplated my alternatives, I knew that I
had gone too far and could not hack out. I had to finish up
what I had started-that's all I knew at the moment. So I
went into that house, and I knew the imminence of some-
thing horrendous-not horrible, but horrendous-that
something horrendous would happen. I couldn't sleep, and I
couldn't stay awake. I wanted to sleep to avoid it, but I
knew at the same time that 1 could not avoid it.
"And then I had one of the most incredible experiences of
my life. In one sentence: I went through every single death
of every single one of my thousand patients. And I mean the
physical pain, the dyspnea [labored breathing], the agony,
the screaming for help. The pain was beyond any descrip-
tion. There was no time to think and no time for anything
except that twice I caught a breath, like between two labor
pains. I was able to catch my breath like for a split second,
and I pleaded, 1 guess, with God for a shoulder to lean on,
for one human shoulder, and I visualized a man's shoulder
that I could put my head on. And a thunderous voice came:
'You shall not be given.' Those words. And then I went
back to my agony and pain and dyspnea and doubling up in
the bed. But I was awake. I mean, it wasn't a dream. 1 was
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reliving every single death of every one of my dying pa-
tients-and every aspect of it, not just the physical.
"Then about an eternity later, I begged for a hand to
hold. My fantasy was that a hand would come up on the
right side of the bed and I could hold it. And then again this
voice: You shall not be given." Then you know, there was
the whole self-pity trip I went through: 'I've held so many
hands, and yet I am not to have even one hand in my own
hour of agony-that whole thing. [She laughs.] I didn't
have time to think of all this, but it was all part of the
agony. Then for a moment I contemplated whether I should
ask for a fingertip-a fingertip I couldn't hold on to, but at
!east I would know about the presence of another human
being. But typically me, I said, 'Dammit, no. If I can't get
one hand, I don't want a fingertip either.' That was my final
outpouring of rage and indignity at God or whoever, that I
didn't want a fingertip if I couldn't have a hand. It was
something like anger or defiance, but also the realization
that in the ultimate agony you have to do it alone-nobody
can do it for you.
"Once I realized this, I said in almost a challenging way-
and again this is not in words but in experience-'Okay.
Give it to me. Whatever it is that I have to take, I am ready
to take it.' I guess by then the agony and pain-and this
went on for hours-were so great that 10,000 more deaths
wouldn't have made any difference, since all the pain you
could endure was already there anyway. But the second I
said yes to it and really meant it from the bottom of my
heart, the moment I felt the confidence that I could actually
take whatever'came, all the dyspnea, hemorrhage, pain, and
agony disappeared in one split second, and out of it came
the most incredible rebirth experience.
It was so beautiful there are no words to describe it. It
started as my belly wall vibrating, and I looked-this was
full, open eyes, fully conscious-and I said, 'This can't be.'
I mean, anatomically, physiologically, it was not possible. It
vibrated very fast. And then everywhere I looked in the
room-my legs, the closet, the window-everything started
to vibrate into a million molecules. Everything vibrated at
this incredible speed. And in front of me was a form. The
closest way to describe it is like a vagina. I looked at that,
and as I focused on it, it turned into a lotus-flower bud. And
while I watched this in utter amazement-there were incred-
ibly beautiful colors and smells and sounds in the room-it
opened up into the most beautiful lotus flower. And behind
it was like a sunrise, the brightest light you can imagine
without hurting your eyes. And as the flower opened, its
absolute fullness in this life was totally present. At that
moment the light was full and open, like the whole sun was
there, and the flower was full and open. The vibrations
stopped, and the million molecules, including me-it was all
part of the world-fell into one piece. It was like a million
pieces fell into one, and I was part of that one. And I finally
thought, 'I'm okay, because I'm part of all this.'
"I know that's a crazy description for anybody who has
not experienced this. It is the closest I can share it with you.
It was so incredibly beautiful that if I would describe it as
a thousand orgasms at one time it would be a very shabby
comparison. There are no words for it, really. We have very
inadequate language.
"And then the next morning as I walked outside it was
incredible, because I was in love with every leaf, every tree,
every bird-even the pebbles. I know I didn't walk on the
pebbles but a little above them. And I kept saying to the
pebbles, 'I can't step on you because I can't hurt you.' They
were alive as I was, and I was part of this whole alive
universe. It took me months to be able to describe all this in
any halfway adequate words.
"And then somebody told me that this was an experience
of cosmic consciousness. I have had many experiences like
this since, always spontaneously when I least expect them.
But I have the experience first, the mystical experience, and
then I have to read up on what the heck it is, because I don't
read things like this or have time to study them. In a way I
am fortunate to have the experience and then catch up in
my head afterward.
"But Shanti Nilaya means the 'home of peace,' which
is where we all end up one day when we have gone
through all the hell and all the agonies that life brings and
have been able to accept it. This is the reward for all the
pain and agony that people have to go through."
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