Saturday, 23 February 2019

"What you remember forever" - excerpt from NDE autobiography 'Living a Multidimensional Life' by H Gibson



"What you remember forever"


It seems that one phrase truly jumped out for most readers of my #NDE #Autobiography 'Living a Multidimensional Life'.

"Your Biography was truly an interesting read. What is the most strange thing about it, is the things that we experienced are so similar! It fall though in different time frames, but yet, the experiences are basically the same.

Your statement that we remember certain things in life more vivid than others is because we make an emotional connection to it. In your words - that is the memories that will stay with us forever, or until we allow it not to be an issue any longer.

We have to release the emotional connection to the recorded memory in our Soul. 

With this you educated me about one aspect in my life that was bothering me.
But the thing that made me write a 9 page self examination about my childhood, was what you said about "release the emotional connection to the recorded memory in your soul."

- Sonette Bosh

To read more visit www.chroniclesofhan.com


Thursday, 21 February 2019

Living a Multidimensional Life: Chapter 2: The Chronicles of Han: NDE and Life Review


*** Two ***


   *Shoot!* I thought to myself. *I'm on fire. I am burning.*
   From the back of my mind I heard Sensaii telling me to roll, to remember the refresher course I had that same afternoon. This encouraged me to douse the flames on my head and face with my hands before rolling in the wet grass to smother the rest of the boiling oil.
   *Water!* my brain told me and I headed over to the huge water trough the horses used.
   Sitting down in the water, I started splashing water over my head and arms, keeping my burnt legs submerged.
   Strangely, it did not hurt that much. I guess the pain would only come later.
   *The body knows what happened. It does not need to warn you by telling you something is wrong through pain.*
   A lesson I had forgotten.
   Ronald needed my attention and I looked up at him.
   "What do we do?" he wanted to know, not really comprehending the severity of my burns.
   He had sustained burns to his hands and feet as well.
   "Phone 082-911," I told him while continuing to splash water over myself, the act of talking making my facial skin feel uncomfortable.
   "Are you okay?" the gentleman that also lived on the property inquired, jumping over the enclosure fence on seeing that we were in trouble.
   "No! My wife has been burnt badly!" Ronald replied.
   "I will fetch my wife to see to the children," he immediately stated, again using the fence as the shortest route to fetch his wife.
   "Is Lulu okay?" I wished to know as her box had been partially hit by the firestorm and I feared she might be injured as well.
   "Lulu is a good girl. She stayed as instructed," Ronald replied, phoning the number I had given him.
   He left a moment to check up on the children and to unlock the front door for the people to assist us.
   I used this time to figure out that my face was swelling and it was my spectacles creating the intense feeling of discomfort.
   Immediate relief followed upon removal of the melted and twisted frame.
   I dropped the spectacles next to the trough before inspecting my hands where the skin was busy peeling off like melted plastic.
   The bones of my left hand and wrist were visible, all muscle and flesh burnt away.
   Discomfort in my legs made me move them. The right thigh, just black skin and grey-white blanched muscle down to the knee. The left thigh was burnt almost as badly.
   As long as I kept my legs and arms submerged, the discomfort was bearable.
   I had to keep on splashing water over my face to stave off the intense cold burning there as well.
   "The little ones are okay," Ronald informed me. "The emergency personnel connected me to Sunninghill Hospital. The helicopter is otherwise occupied and they are sending an ambulance that should be here in about fifteen minutes.
   Is there anything else I can do?"
   This was good news. I used to work for Sunninghill Hospital's Manager, so the staff would know me.
   "Phone your sister to bring your mother to look after the children," I told Ronald, staying put in the water where it was comfortable.
   He was on the phone for a while before reporting back.
   "My sister just stopped in front of my mother's house. She will explain the situation and help her pack before bringing her here to assist us.
   The emergency personnel also called to say they are almost here. We must just keep the wounds submerged."
   "Please run water into the bath for me. I wish to get out of these oil soaked clothes."
   "Okay," he replied. "Stay right there until I have a bath ready for you."
   "Ronald!" I called him back.
   "Yes, Han?"
   "Please. I do not want our child see me like this. Keep her away from me."
   "Okay," Ronald agreed, leaving again to prepare the bath.
   "It is ready," Ronald stated, ignoring his own pain and open wounds to help me out of the trough.
   Dripping wet, I hobbled through the house, down the passage to the main bedroom, carefully discarding my clothes in a heap. The cotton T-shirt and short pants had protected my torso from the fire as all the burns sustained were on the exposed areas.
   Sitting down in the cool water, the harsh reality of the extent of the damage was glaringly illuminated by the bright lighting.
   The realization of being in serious trouble gave way to relief when Ronald entered, stating the Ambulance had arrived.
   He helped me out of the bath and we managed to dress me in an undergarment before the emergency personnel arrived.
   Basically naked and vulnerable, none took offence, insisting I lay down on the trolley so they could attend to the burns, giving me an injection for pain before wrapping my limbs in gel patches.
   "Do not let my child see me like this!" I again ordered Ronald who had been treated superficially by the second technician.
   Yet on our way out the front door, my eldest came over to touch me for a moment while I tried to hide my face from her. I suspected that I looked like hell itself. I did not wish to let my child remember me this way.
   "Go to your sister. Look after the baby," I told her while they wheeled me past to the ambulance.
  
   Without delay, we were raced through to the hospital. Ronald was by now in severe pain while I knew I should feel pain but all I felt was cold.
   As we sped along, my body started to shake. I knew it was going into shock and if I should lose track of time I would die.
   This was an unusual thought. I was aware that time was of the essence to keep me alive, yet I felt that if, for any reason I should become unaware of time, I would die.
   The technician gave me another injection and the shaking subsided.   
   At the ER, one of the best plastic surgeons in South Africa, Dr Ching, was waiting for us while Dr Kozaczynski was in charge and the surgeon on duty.
   "Please," I pleaded. "I'm prone to infections. I just had a baby and had been on high doses of antibiotics. I submerged myself in the animal's drinking trough. Just stop any infection."
   Dr Kozaczynski smiled at me as if to say that I actually had bigger problems to worry about than a bit of infection from dirty water.
   "We need to remove the undergarment," Dr Kozaczynski kindly told me. "Is it okay if we cut it away?"
   "Of course. Do what you must," I gave my permission, aware that there was no place left for shyness.
   Both doctors donned examination gear and started removing the gel pads in order to examine the extent of the damage to my body.
   I listened intently while the doctors charted the burns.
   "35% third degree burns," they concluded.
   "We are unsure of inhalation burns," Dr Kozaczynski stated for the record.
   "Where is your glasses?" he wished to know.
   "I removed them when my face started swelling," I replied, finding it interesting that he remembered that I wear spectacles.
   "Your spectacles saved your corneas," he informed me as a matter of fact while looking for a vein to secure an IV into my shoulder to start a drip as my arms were not accessible.
   "I'm putting this in here to save you from further discomfort," he told me, watching my eyes while stitching the inserted needle in place.
   *Look at the clock. Do not lose time!* Sensaii urged me.
   This instruction was so persistent that I looked past the doctor at the ER wall clock stating 7h50.
   Sound faded to muted tones before blackness overcame my body.
   The familiar feeling of slipping out of my body into Astral was followed by my awareness of drifting above the scene, looking down where the doctors and personnel were scrambling to revive me.
   I was exceedingly lucky.
   All the burns were to the front of my body.
   My face, neck, both arms and hands, and both legs looked like black crisps.
   Part of the wrist-, hand- and finger- bones of the left hand was exposed.
   I had lost the tip of my nose and the tip of my left ear as well.
   As the defibrillator touched my body, awareness returned to the flesh.
   I was back, hearing the doctors discussing the amputation of my fingers.
   Then I was out again, ignoring the scene of frantic desperation below me, joining Sensaii before heading off to the Land of the Golden Light . . .


Excerpt from:
The Chronicles of Han

Living a Multidimensional Life
Section 1:
Near Death Experience, Life Review, Aftermath

Copyright © H Gibson Chronicles of Han 2009-2019
Date Published: 3 February 2019
Paperback: 978-1-928471-26-4  
ebook: 978-1-928471-27-1  
H Gibson Author and Cover Design
Photo Credit: Sri Nithya Sadyojatananda
Set in Book Antiqua
56,391 words - approximately 6 hours of entertainment
Autobiography

Wednesday, 13 February 2019

Living a Multidimensional Life: Chapter 1: The Chronicles of Han: NDE and Life Review


*** One ***

 Friday, March 5, 2004, NDE at age 33
   "Mommy, Mommy! Come on! We are going to miss Oprah!" my eldest encouraged me to be quick about moving to the lounge and the television.
   It was 5pm. Time for our daily Oprah Winfrey show.
   "Hush, you will wake the baby and I just got her to sleep," I reprimanded playfully.
   She giggled, taking my hand, pulling me to sit next to her on the couch before cuddling into my lap.
   This was our special time. The Oprah Show had been running since her birth and it had become a daily event for us to take a moment together.
   We watched in fascination as Oprah interviewed a woman who had sustained full body and face burns, showing her daily struggle, talking about the accident and how she survived and was coping with living in agony every single day.
   It was heartbreaking to watch and we both wept for the courage this person displayed.
   At the end of the program there was a detailed discussion about what could be done for burn survivors, new technology to assist burns patients, and what to do in a burn emergency.
   The dogs barked at the gate and my eldest jumped up, rushing over to the window to make sure it was her Daddy returning from work.
   It had been raining all day long, the overcast sky threatening more rain.
   My baby woke with the howling of the dogs, crying despondently until I picked her up, soothing her while my eldest unlocked the door, rushing out to greet her father.
   Drops started falling as my husband settled the dogs before hugging his daughter, smiling over at me where I stood on the porch, holding the baby.
   *You should go out this evening,* Sensaii told me, standing at my left shoulder as he usually does.
   *I'm exhausted,* I told Sensaii. *You know I have not slept. It is raining and the baby is threatening colic. How must I go out when I feel like crap?*
   My husband came up the steps, looking into the sky, drops falling on his face.
   "Hi!" he kissed me, before giving the baby a kiss too.
   "Are we still going to the restaurant tonight?" he wanted to know, leading us into the house, waiting for us to enter before closing and locking the door securely.
   "Please, if possible, I would prefer not to," I pleaded, knowing that he would have loved to go out for a change. We had a valid reason to celebrate.
   "Okay," he stated, defeated, his only wish to please his wife.
   "Have the dogs been fed?" he asked instead.
   "No. We just finished watching Oprah," I replied.
   My eldest gathered the feeding bowls and helped her father dish up for all of them.
   My husband took up the bowls, leaving through the back door to feed the pack, our guard dog first in this fenced off area, and then the other dogs.
   It was still raining when he returned.
   "Mind when you go out," he warned us. "The back porch is slippery."
   "Will do," I replied. "Do you want to shower before making dinner?"
   "No. What would you prefer to have?" he asked.
   "I'm not sure what I want. What do you feel like?" I asked my eldest instead.
   "Chops and fries!" she answered, her favourite treat.
   "Chops and fries it is," her dad agreed.
   Leaving them to complete dinner, I retired to our bedroom to feed the baby.
   As she had been doing since her birth, she only took a few sips of milk before indicating that she had enough.
   Sighing, I swapped to the breast-pump, expressing enough milk to feed two more babies, reflecting that I felt like a cow.
   Back in the kitchen I decanted this milk into a bottle, dating it before placing it in the freezer where many other similar bottles were already stored.
   I really disliked waste in any form, making a mental note to contact the breast-milk donation bank to come and collect it.
   Dinner was ready, so Ronald started dishing up for us.
   Making sure the stove was switched off at the mains and the oil removed from the heat, we took our plates to the lounge to watch the 7pm news while eating.
   Barely starting on our dinner, a red flash in the kitchen startled us.
   "It can not be!" my husband exclaimed, leaving his food, rushing to the kitchen to see what was going on.
   "Stay with the baby!" I instructed my five year old, also putting my plate down. "No matter what happens, stay with her. Do you hear me!" I wished her to acknowledge, hearing my husband swearing in the kitchen, seeing my eldest nodding.
   Leaving the children, I rushed to help in the kitchen.
   The pot of cooking oil was on fire!
   The pine ceiling was already bubbling and the fire extinguisher in my husband's hands empty, confirming where the white dust on our furniture had come from when we moved into this house a few months earlier.
   After a deep breath, Ronald grabbed the lid of the pot, smothering the fire, swearing as his wrist was burnt in the process.
   "Open the door so I can put this pot outside in case it explodes!" he ordered, holding the pot in his hands, already on the way to the back door.
   I opened the door, pushing it to its maximum to keep it open, again finding it incomprehensible that a house door should open to the outside in the first place.
   "Lulu! Box!" I ordered our guard dog while treading cautiously on the slippery tiles. The last thing I wanted was for her to get in the way and be injured or for Ronald to fall over her.
   She obeyed, immediately going to lie in her huge doghouse.
   "Move!" Ron warned and I stepped off the porch to stand on the wet grass while he stepped out of the house.
   For one heart-stopping moment time stood still, then proceeded in slow-motion to highlight every agonizing detail.
   As my husband stepped across the threshold onto the back porch, the lid on the pot in his hands lifted up into his face, a boiling mass raising out of the pot to hit the inside of the lid, bouncing off it to project right at me.
   Seeing the fire ball heading straight for me, my hands came up automatically to protect my eyes.
   As if an ice cold jelly, it hit me full in the face, my arms taking the brunt of the fire-ball before the spill engulfed me in flames, spreading as far as the oil ran down my body . . .   

Excerpt from:
The Chronicles of Han

Living a Multidimensional Life
Section 1:
Near Death Experience, Life Review, Aftermath

Copyright © H Gibson Chronicles of Han 2009-2019
Date Published: 3 February 2019
Paperback: 978-1-928471-26-4  
ebook: 978-1-928471-27-1  
H Gibson Author and Cover Design
Photo Credit: Sri Nithya Sadyojatananda
Set in Book Antiqua
56,391 words - approximately 6 hours of entertainment
Autobiography

    

Monday, 11 February 2019

H Gibson NDE autobiography "About this book"


 *** About this book ***


   If you are easily offended by, not interested in, or unsympathetic towards metaphysical experiences, this book is not for you.

   If you fear death or wish to know what happens when you die, please go ahead and read this book. Just keep an open mind and heart.

   This book is meant to be enjoyed independently while complementing the current Chronicles of Han Past Life book series. This book covers the NDEs (Near Death Experiences), Life Review, impact, and recovery process from Third Degree Burns to 35% of my body.
   The original book had been compiled from memory, diary entries, and visits to the Akashic Records.
   After many years it was finally completed in 2018 and presented to the editor, selected beta readers and other interested parties.
   Unfortunately, the original work was found to be unsuitable to share with this world in its unabridged form. It was advised to rather rewrite this Chronicle into a more reader friendly version.
   After long discussions and advice that I should put myself back into this book as I do with my Past Life books, this new version of my NDE book has morphed into a tribute to the tenacity of survival, and a brief look at the reverence and mystery, or stigma and misery, near death or death experiences may elicit in the lives of NDErs and those around them.
   Once again, this was not the original intent of the book. I just wished to tell my own story to the best of my abilities, healing by taking an in-depth look at how events transpired.
   Looking over these events, it is interesting to note that Divine planning had already been on the cards and was being executed like a well-organized plan.
   Some people say this accident must have been a pre-ordained event, while others still wonder about the choices I made that evening. We have our suspicions but will never really know as I had two choices and chose not to go out for dinner, leading to this event.
   With the self-forgiveness this scrutiny brought, I can now finally leave this chapter in the past and move forward with the rest of my life.

   Please note this work has been translated into English and consists of my private life experiences. Some names have been omitted to protect identities.

   Each person that has undergone NDEs, OBEs or elements out of the norm, recount similar or different experiences.
   This is my personal experience. I honour the experiences of other people. I expect to receive the same courtesy.

   As stated in the Legal section, I reserve the right not to engage in any communication with individuals having questions. Most questions about life, after-life, incarnation, reincarnation, and death's questions had been discussed in my other books.
   As a metaphysical author, I only have 24 hours in a day like the rest of humanity.
   If you wish a private interview or correspondence, please make an appointment and compensate me accordingly for my time.

Ω
The Chronicles of Han
Living a Multidimensional Life
Section 1:
Near Death Experience, Life Review, Aftermath

Copyright © H Gibson Chronicles of Han 2009-2019
Date Published: 3 February 2019
Paperback: 978-1-928471-26-4  
ebook: 978-1-928471-27-1  
H Gibson Author and Cover Design
Photo Credit: Sri Nithya Sadyojatananda
Set in Book Antiqua
56,391 words - approximately 6 hours of entertainment
Autobiography

Sunday, 10 February 2019

Collector's Items up for grabs: Rare Japanese Woodblock Prints

Hiroshige II - Night Rain at the Paulownia 

Hiroshige II - Night Rain at the Paulownia 


Oban: Approx 15.50 x10.25 inches

Condition: Excellent

This woodblock print is from my private collection.

Current Price $250 US

Shipping from Belize not included

Serious buyers only!


Tsuchiya Koitsu - A Midnight Scene at Atami

Tsuchiya Koitsu - A Midnight Scene at Atami


Dated 1939, Publisher Baba Nobuhiko, Pre-War

Oban: Approx 15.50 x10.25 inches

Condition: Excellent - still on original paper backing.

This woodblock print is from my private collection.

Current Price $750 US

Shipping from Belize not included in price

Serious buyers only!

Contact author www.chroniclesofhan.com

Saturday, 9 February 2019

Blue Moon Farmer's Market in Belmopan



Blue Moon Farmer's Market in Belmopan

VENUE:  Blue Moon Restaurant
When:     Every Friday
Time:       7am - 1pm
Address: Roundabout at Constitution Drive and Hummingbird Highway, Belmopan
Organizer: Sue Harris

Belmopan's local growers, farms, artisans and businesses who bring their produce to your doorstep every Friday morning.


Local Business - Cheese, yogurt and other products 

Local Farmers: Tilapia and Cassava

Local Business: Bakery Village Cooperative

Local Farmers: Pondok Farm

Local Farmers: Sunny Brook Farm

Local Community Produce: Springfield

Local Community Produce Project: Springfield
Project Manager: Vergenoeg Farm

Local Community Produce: Springfield
Vergenoeg Farm


Local Farmers: White Rock Farm

Local Artisan

Blue Moon Restaurant
They also have fresh Coconuts and locally manufactured skin and beauty products.
Not all vendors can come every Friday thus the market has a rotation of exciting stalls. 





H Gibson NDE autobiography excerpt 1


*** Living A Multidimensional Life ***


  Caught up in a cooking oil explosion, I twice went into cardiac arrest, slipping away to the other side, to be returned for the greater good of mankind.

  Without challenge there is no growth, therefore Souls are tempered during  incarnations.

  I am Han, and this is my life-memory . . .




*** Foreword ***


   "Clear!" the ER doctor warned while I hovered in spirit form above the bed, watching them struggle with the blackened corpse, attempting to attach an IV into the shoulder.
   The electric shock of the defibrillator sucked me right back into my body.
   Awareness of their struggle around me made me moan in agony of being re-incarcerated into the worthless flesh.
   "We have you, do not worry, stay with us," Dr Ching encouraged, watching me, a mask covering his face.
   They had managed to secure the IV, Dr Kozaczynski stitching it in place in order not to be dislodged.
   'How fortunate I am to be surrounded by familiar people.'
   A random, out of place thought. It was not so bad to go through such an ordeal while tended to by people you knew.
   Closing my eyes, I let everything go, slipping out of my body, briefly glancing back where the doctors were debating about amputating my fingers; whether or not I had sustained inhalation burns.
   Ronald was not there. My lifeline was not at my side as he always was.
   "Vitals dropping!" someone stated while the doctors scrambled to attend to the dying body.
   *Come, Han,* Sensaii beckoned.
   Listening to my lifelong spirit friend, I thought of The Land Beyond. There was nothing I wanted to do for my body. It was time to go home . . .



The Chronicles of Han
Living a Multidimensional Life
Section 1:
Near Death Experience, Life Review, Aftermath

Copyright © H Gibson Chronicles of Han 2009-2019
Date Published: 3 February 2019
Paperback: 978-1-928471-26-4  
ebook: 978-1-928471-27-1  
H Gibson Author and Cover Design
Photo Credit: Sri Nithya Sadyojatananda
Set in Book Antiqua
56,391 words - approximately 6 hours of entertainment
Autobiography

Monday, 4 February 2019

Living a Multidimensional Life - NDE and Life Review - RELEASE

Living a Multidimensional Life - NDE and Life Review (Han Storm: The Chronicles of Han: #1 of Living a Multidimensional Life)

by 

    If you are easily offended by, not interested in, or unsympathetic towards metaphysical experiences, this book is not for you.

    If you fear death or wish to know what happens when you die, please go ahead and read this book. Just keep an open mind and heart.

    This book is meant to be enjoyed independently while complementing the current Chronicles of Han Past Life book series. This book covers the NDEs (Near Death Experiences), Life Review, impact, and recovery process from Third Degree Burns to 35% of my body.
    The original book had been compiled from memory, diary entries, and visits to the Akashic Records.
After many years it was finally completed in 2018 and presented to the editor, selected beta readers and other interested parties.
    Unfortunately, the original work was found to be unsuitable to share with this world in its unabridged form. It was advised to rather rewrite this Chronicle into a more reader friendly version.
    After long discussions and advice that I should put myself back into this book as I do with my Past Life books, this new version of my NDE book has morphed into a tribute to the tenacity of survival, and a brief look at the reverence and mystery, or stigma and misery, near death or death experiences may elicit in the lives of NDErs and those around them.
    Once again, this was not the original intent of the book. I just wished to tell my own story to the best of my abilities, healing by taking an in-depth look at how events transpired.
    Looking over these events, it is interesting to note that Divine planning had already been on the cards and was being executed like a well-organized plan.
    Some people say this accident must have been a pre-ordained event, while others still wonder about the choices I made that evening. We have our suspicions but will never really know as I had two choices and chose not to go out for dinner, leading to this event.
    With the self-forgiveness this scrutiny brought, I can now finally leave this chapter in the past and move forward with the rest of my life.
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Living a Multidimensional Life - NDE and Life Review  (Han Storm: The Chronicles of Han: #1 of Living a Multidimensional Life)Living a Multidimensional Life - NDE and Life Review by H. Gibson
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This was the most excruciating experience in my writing career. It did not just take years to complete but seven rewrites to get to the complete, balanced version that should allow most readers a broader understanding of the author and her life.
As this is the first book in the proposed trilogy of "Living a Multidimensional Life" I hope this introduction will entice readers to follow me into some of my previous adventures not lived on Earth.

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