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Then
questions began coming to my mind. I wanted to know why I had died as I
had—not prematurely, but how my spirit had come to him before the resurrection.
I was still laboring under the teachings and beliefs of my childhood. His
light now began to fill my mind, and my questions were answered even before
I fully asked them. His light was knowledge. It had power to fill me with
all truth. As I gained confidence and let the light flow into me, my questions
came faster than I thought possible, and they were just as quickly answered.
And the answers were absolute and complete. In my fears, I had misinterpreted
death, had expected something that was not so. The grave was never intended
for the spirit—only for the body. I felt no judgment for having been
mistaken. There was just a feeling that a simple, living truth had replaced
my error. I understood that he was the Son of God, though he himself was
also a God, and that he had chosen from before the creation of the world
to be our Savior. I understood, or rather, I remembered, his role
as creator of the earth. His mission was to come into the world to teach
love. This knowledge was more like remembering. Things were coming back
to me from long before my life on earth, things that had been purposely
blocked from me by a "veil" of forgetfulness at my birth. As more questions
bubbled out of me, I became aware of his sense of humor. Almost laughing,
he suggested that I slow down, that I could know all I desired. But I wanted
to know everything, from beginning to end. My curiosity had always
been a torment to my parents and husband—and sometimes to me—but
now it was a blessing, and I was thrilled with the freedom of learning.
I was being taught by the master teacher! My comprehension was such that
I could understand volumes in an instant. It was as if I could look at a
book and comprehend it at a glance—as though I could just sit back
while the book revealed itself to me in every detail, forward and backward,
inside and out, every nuance and possible suggestion. All in an instant.
As I comprehended one thing, more questions and answers would come to me,
all building on each other, and interacting as if all truth were intrinsically
connected. The word "omniscient" had never been more meaningful to me. Knowledge
permeated me. In a sense it became me, and I was amazed at my ability
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