Would like to have heard more of Stephen's beliefs about what happens after-death (1h9m).. or thoughts on NDE stories. It would also be interesting to hear Stephen's take on Doug Stanhope's experience with his mom's death ("Beer Hall Putsch"). He also talks about it in his 1st Unmasked interview with Ron Bennington (46m20s).
Stephen is incredible. The host, however, is pretty uncool for learning NOTHING about his guest. It comes across as you just wanting to promo your float tank and fill another podcast. I'm beginning to think that Brain Rose made a big mistake by letting disrespectful people like this use his brand. I'd give this video a thumbs down due to host lameness, but I don't want people to think that its due to Stephen Jenkinson. Thank god that Mr. Jenkinson is so impressive that his presence and know how far overshadow the immaturity and slackness of the "host."
Joh 3:3 Jesus answered and said unto him, Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God. Ecclesiastes 12: 1, ¶ Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them; 2, While the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars, be not darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain: 3, In the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened, 4, And the doors shall be shut in the streets, when the sound of the grinding is low, and he shall rise up at the voice of the bird, and all the daughters of musick shall be brought low; 5, Also when they shall be afraid of that which is high, and fears shall be in the way, and the almond tree shall flourish, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail: because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets: 6, Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. 7, Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it. 8, ¶ Vanity of vanities, saith the preacher; all is vanity. 9, And moreover, because the preacher was wise, he still taught the people knowledge; yea, he gave good heed, and sought out, and set in order many proverbs. 10, The preacher sought to find out acceptable words: and that which was written was upright, even words of truth. 11, The words of the wise are as goads, and as nails fastened by the masters of assemblies, which are given from one shepherd. 12, And further, by these, my son, be admonished: of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of the flesh. 13, ¶ Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man. 14, For God shall bring every work into judgment, with every secret thing, whether it be good, or whether it be evil.
I'll tell you about my Mother, but later... Cats - they are the most undomesticated of all domesticated creatures...they curl up; they wander off and find a quiet spot; they disappear entirely...they understand. My paternal grandmother had done a secretive job around her life, nobody was to know, her husband (not my father's father) was sworn to secrecy under pain of death/torture, if he spilled the beans about her poor health. Sadly for her the doctor, on a random visit to her house (she was mid-80s), sent her to hospital... She was in hospital for 15 weeks, the first test they tried made her so ill they couldn't do any more of them. I went to visit her a few days before she left us...she was sleeping and so I just sat holding her hand and remembering...she opened her eyes and said my name and she said how lovely to see me...she said she wished they'd just let her die...this was about 35 years ago. I still miss her so much but I still carry her with me everyday. She was born in 1901, had a very tough life and was widowed at the age of 33, and her wisdom informs me to this day. My mother was tough. Her parents separated when she was 6. Her marriage to my father wasn't brilliant although they had their 50th anniversary. She had coughed from her late 30s...Give up smoking Mum! its just catarrh, she'd say, don't worry, you have to die of something. She was so tiny and skinny at her 70th birthday, all the friends said we should do something...my sister and I agreed I'd call the quack. I had a meeting...we can't act on this, or force her to come in, but we could request she comes for a general health check now she's over 70. They did. She said she wasn't going to bother. A year later she had barely any energy, couldn't walk much without being breathless. Goodness knows how she struggled through their golden wedding in late December of that year. The following end of January they said she had an inoperable tumour in her windpipe...couldn't do anything but might be able to ease things with some radiotherapy...they surprisingly did...then dangled some more carrots...for another 18 months. Her life wasn't improved by it, nor was our morale, knowing it was leading nowhere, even though she began to think it might. One lung collapsed, she was admitted to a respiratory ward even though they knew she was dying, because there were no beds on the cancer ward...a week later she died in a ward of 8 beds with just a curtain barely hiding our distress and her last breath. I'm glad she didn't suffer any longer, although she wasn't ready to give up life but no medical body had offered her a hand to hold or sympathetic ear. I hate our system of health care and am detaching myself from it with gradual intention. I'm don't have smear tests or mammograms and although I'm supposed to go for a check for asthma once a year, it seems less intrusive...maybe I'll sign up to buy an inhaler once or twice a year and cut out the NHS entirely. I've told my daughters that I'm not testing and that if I get ill or get cancer, so be it...I'm not going through what my mother suffered. I'm not sure they'll be happy with it when the time actually comes, so I might have to write a living will or whatever is necessary to permit non-intervention. What a shitty life we lead really, when we can't even say we've had enough and want to stop playing...
This man in bodies what is so sadly absent in our culture today: wisdom. We pride ourselves on being so clever, but we do not lament are deplorable lack of wisdom. And it is our cleverness that is invariably driving us to our own demise.
Perry Widhalm With all due respect, we could do well not to tag this man with those words, for all the mercantilism and new age wreckage that accompanies them. He is simply a man.
Douglas ~ I do not understand your reply. My comment meant that Stephan Jenkinson is likely to be received by many as a New Age guru. That is not his fault nor mine.
Perry Widhalm what I mean to covey is that we best serve those things we love without speaking something to the contrary into existence. I hope that clears it up.
well - a choice (by nature) only if you actually realize where being pregnant originates - and have means to prevent it - maybe that's the reason why human women's bodies kind of hide the fertile days... And then it takes a lot of self control - and luck in our culture
i was not talking about becoming pregnant-i was talking about THE WAY or HOW we give birth-we have a choice in that and, if we do, then we must have, too, a choice in HOW we die
alphom1 that looks good “on paper” , though I’m willing to bet choice goes out the window fairly quickly when the body begins with what we call the final stages.
it is shooting high, like Stephen's idea of dying wise. if we don't have a standard to live up to, then we will descend to the lowest common denominator. you can read birth stories in ina may gaskin's "spiritual midwifery" which tell of the possibility of consciously giving birth. it is possible. this knowledge is important, in a culture where birth has been usurped and interfered with by our medical institutions...
