Proof of Afterlife - A True Theory Of Life After Death
The time was the summer of 1969. The place was Ann Arbor, Michigan. The peace, love and hippie movement of the 1960's was in full bloom. I was eighteen, having just graduated from high school. Ann Arbor is a college town. At the time Ann Arbor had 100,000 residents, 30,000 of which were students. The town and the college were one. People came in from around the world to study in Ann Arbor at the University of Michigan. Ann Arbor was a bastion of left-wing liberalism, proudly so.
In 1969, much of Ann Arbor's youth was disillusioned with government. In the fall students went, one million strong, to Washington D.C. to protest the Vietnam War. Richard Nixon's government had instituted a mandatory draft to support the war. Young men were being sent to Vietnam, like it or not.
The motto of my generation was love. In Ann Arbor, Michigan it was especially so. It was intellectual time. We endorsed love, not violence. The idea of communists gaining territory did not resonate with my friends. We did not endorse violence. We certainly didn't endorse killing. Yet the establishment insisted upon sending us to Vietnam. You were expected to kill. It is hard to understand now, how we felt then. In the last 50 years, we've had two years of mandatory draft. That was 1969 and 1970.
The crucible was set. We had the negative emotions of being sent to Vietnam. We had peace breaking out as a movement throughout the country. This wasn't a time where the youth was nurtured. It was a time of rebellion at society at large. It was emotional chaos. We were at odds with the establishment.
The love movement peaked on August 18, 1969 when 400,000 young Americans descended on Woodstock for a weekend of partying and music. It was supposed to be a modest festival. It blew up into a massive gathering of America's youth demonstrating support for peace by having a huge party.
Prior to 1969, the party scene in America was an alcohol culture. Beer mostly. During 1969 beer was still prevalent, but there was a new way to get high. For the first time we were seeing mind-altering drugs at parties. To my generation, partying wasn't just drinking anymore. Parties were often based on mind-altering drugs, augmented with alcohol. Mind altering drugs were at the heart of the peace movement. The term blowing your mind comes directly from of this culture. So do terms like bummer, trip, etc.
So Woodstock was at its core, a partying culture that included the use of mind-altering drugs.
I am not going to advocate for any kind of drug use, alcohol included. Addiction is a lifelong battle. Nothing will sink the heart of a parent more than to see a child use any kind of drug. Many of my friends, who participated in the peace of love movement, died prematurely from drug use. But I have to be honest. I have to tell the story as it happened. The seed of this theory was born during a swirling ball of confusion. It came during the height of a mind-altering experience. But does that make it any less relevant? Like much of the youth at that time, I experimented. Recklessly.
Back in 1969, shortly after graduating from high school, I first heard from my friends about a mind-altering drug. Since I felt I was probably going to die anyway, I decided to experience it. My friends were raving about it. So I tried it. What ensued was a storm of confusion. It was like flying into the eye wall of a hurricane, but instead of storms, it was confusion. Debilitating complications so intense you couldn't talk. Confusion is not pleasant. Things spilt, transform, and multiply out of control. Then all of a sudden I had this thought. It was like, I see now. I didn't see before, but I can see this clearly now. Keep in mind my environment at the time was a storm of confusion. I did not have control. On the contrary, I was drowning in confusion. I was completely out of control.
At the time I said, I need a piece of paper and a pencil. Whatever I had seen was fleeting. I was impossible to carry a thought through for any length of time. I needed to write this down now. It was as though I'd broken through the eye wall, into a calm center, had the vision, and was heading back into the storm.
I was at a party. The people I was asking for paper and pencil were in no better shape than I was. Furthermore, such a request was seen as wacky. No one was taking me seriously. In the shape I was in, I wasn't so sure either. The concept of paper and pencil lasted for a minute, and it was gone. Hours later, when sober, I had no recollection of what I'd seen or why I wanted to write it down. Was this just a delusion from the mind-altering drug, or did it have real meaning? I had no way of knowing because I had no recollection.
That was the first time I saw it. I couldn't bring it back because I couldn't write it down. But the stage was set. I didn't know it at the time but I was in pursuit of afterlife. Why would it be, of all the people that experienced mind-altering drugs, that I would be the one to prove afterlife. There are two reasons for this:
1. I was prepared to write down whatever was happening while it was happening.
2. I'm good at solving puzzles. To this day, that's what I do for a living. I love solving puzzles.
This first theory of afterlife, Proof Of Afterlife By Awareness, was conceived six months later, during the fall of 1969. Read what and how it ensued. Let me be clear, these are scientific proofs. I fear not being refuted. What I fear is passing away unread. Click Proof of Afterlife by Awareness above and I'll show you how I put this together.