I just ran across the coolest web page a few days ago...
The page is called: Books on Life after Death.
http://new-birth.net/books_life_after_death.htmWhat's cool about his page is that many of the books have accompanying pdf's, so there's the benefit of instant gratification!
Most are written by folks at various points in the earlier parts of last century. And most are channeled.
The book that I'm currently reading is a channeled book written in 1954 from an entity who passed away in 1914. It's a
description of the garden that he found shortly after passing this world. The book is called "Life in the World Unseen" and
a direct pdf copy of the entire book can be downloaded for free at the following link:
http://new-birth.net/booklet/Life_in...rld_Unseen.pdfHope you enjoy the imagery as much as I have! :^)
....from page 9
The house itself was rejuvenated, as it seemed to me from a
first glance, rather than restored, but it was the gardens round it that attracted my attention more fully.
They appeared to be quite extensive, and they were in a state of the most perfect order and
arrangement. By this I do not mean the regular orderliness that one is accustomed to see in public gardens
on the earth-plane, but that they were beautifully kept and tended. There were no wild growths or masses of
tangled foliage and weeds, but the most glorious profusion of beautiful flowers so arranged as to show
themselves to absolute perfection. Of the flowers themselves, when I was able to examine them more
closely, I must say that I never saw either their like or their counterpart, upon the earth, of many that were
there in full bloom. Numbers were to be found, of course, of the old familiar blossoms, but by far the
greater number seemed to be something entirely new to my rather small knowledge of flowers. It was not
merely the flowers themselves and their unbelievable range of superb colourings that caught my attention,
but the vital atmosphere of eternal life that they threw out, as it were, in every direction. And as one
approached any particular group of flowers, or even a single bloom, there seemed to pour out great streams
of energizing power which uplifted the soul spiritually and gave it strength, while the heavenly perfumes
they exhaled were such as no soul clothed in its mantle of flesh has ever experienced. All these flowers
were living and breathing, and they were, so my friend informed me, incorruptible.
There was another astonishing feature I noticed when I drew near to them, and that was the sound of
music that enveloped them, making such soft harmonies as corresponded exactly and perfectly with the
gorgeous colours of the flowers themselves. I am not, I am afraid, sufficiently learned, musically, to be able
to give you a sound technical explanation of this beautiful phenomenon, but I shall hope to bring to you one
with knowledge of the subject, who will be able to go into this more fully. Suffice it for the moment, then,
to say that these musical sounds were in precise consonance with all that I had so far seen—which was very
little—and that everywhere there was perfect harmony.
