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Some of us take the Bible literally. They believe that Paradise is a location we will go / enter when we die. This was the main interpretation given to the sentence in Luke 23:43 when Jesus said to a thief crucified next to him: "I tell you the truth, today you will be with me in Paradise".

I am not saying that Paradise, as interpreted by various religion traditions and dogmas, is wrong. Who am I to make such a big / definitive statement? What I am saying and sharing with you is my interpretation of what Paradise is and what it means based on my personal experience. 

If I tell you: "I have experienced Paradise several times in my life" you will surely ask: "What do you mean with Paradise?" and, when I give you my answer you will ask: "Are you being honest?", "When did it happen?", "Was it when you transitioned from life to death?"' "How does it feel?" and, obviously: "How did you get there?" and, lastly,: "Can I get there too while I am still alive?".

First of all I think Paradise is a state of mind, nothing else. Since we can have several 'states of mind' we can experience several Paradises although they are all the same because they are all dependant on a certain state of mind (or un-state of mind, depending on what you / we understand for 'state' of mind).

In this way we can connect to Luke 23:43 and the religious interpretation given to Jesus's statement about Paradise, since we associate death with the death of the body and as such with the death of the mind / unconsciousness (and therefore we can / do access Paradise when we are in an un-state of mind, or mindless). Is this true?

We will have to ask ourselves: "What is the mind?", "Is the mind just made of level(s) of consciousness?", "Are those level of consciousness producing our view of reality?" I believe so and that is why we all look (interpret) reality in different ways.

We know that our levels of consciousness are determined by the activity of the brain and we know brain activity is variable depending on several factors but as long as we are aware of the activity of the brain we can consider ourselves alive, or, more precisely, we do consider ourselves alive.

However, we also know that when we sleep (and we are unaware) our brain still works and functions so we know that even when we are unaware (when we sleep) we are still alive, For this reason, as a consequence, we cannot be sure that when we are unaware we are actually dead, we are simply un-aware. 

We are also un-aware when our mind is clear, when we do not have thoughts, or preoccupation, when our mind is totally empty because we are 'clean' from any feelings. 

We could then ask ourselves: "Do those levels of consciousness change depending on our being dead or alive?". Obliviously from a biological and scientific point of view we are told that someone is considered dead when there is not more brain activity for a certain period of time. But is this true? Is it true that if we are unaware we are dead? [If so there are many walking dead people on the planet ;)]

So if we accept that Paradise can be a state and / or an un-state of mind we can also agree that there could several Paradises and not only one because Paradise is nothing else that a perception of reality, our perception of reality. 

It all depends on the interpretation we give to reality and to what level of consciousness we were able to experience. In several occasions I experienced reality in ways that are not common. I entered into space and time and I became eternal. I felt so connected to the worlds and people that I felt we were only one big entity and every single person who was passing in front of me was extremely important (as they were God). I was in Paradise, where we are One with the One. 

How did I get those experiences? I do not know how, but I know that in all those occasions I was in a particular state of mind where there was total clarity in my mind and total acceptance. In a few of those occasions I was listening to music non stop and I think that helped me to be in new state of consciousness. I understood that there are several lawyers / level of consciousness and we can stay there if we allow ourselves not to be in fear when we get there.

I have now master a way to allow myself to get close to those experiences by some practises I have developed, first of all I apply spiritual principles in all aspect of my life, this means for example that I am rigorously honest and I never act out of fear, I do not develop any resentments because I can see my part in every situation that happens in my life. I truly believe I am exactly where I am allowing myself to be and I ask God to give me the strength to exercise my freedom now and always. I believe that I am free because fear is not the driver in my life. It can appear and I can feel it and it gives the great opportunity to understand where I am and which is the direction to take further. 


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